You walk away from the haunted Carosel and ponder your fate. You never intended to become a 12 year old girl, but you realize that you've got a lot of time to get used to your new fate, and that you have a lot to look forward to.
You can go through middle school and high school and not make half of the mistakes you've already made. You can manage to balance the perfect amount of social and schoolastic achievement. You may be the opposite sex, but you have your whole life ahead of you...
...just like the girl whose life you've just stolen. You hadn't thought of that. You try not to think of it again as you force a smile to your new lips, but all you can think of is the word "Thief". You realize that you've stolen what no one has a right to steal...a life. You remember the indignation and anger you felt towards the person who stole your own body. The guilt eventually overcomes you.
The girl you stole your body from is just about to give in to maddness when suddenly you mount her plastic body and whisper into her fixed ear.
"Count yourself lucky that I'm moral to the point of utter stupidity, girl, and get the hell out of here." you whisper as the Merry-Go-Round starts up. You change back into a plastic horse, and the girl approaches you.
"I'll always remember yo-" she breaks off mid-sentence and her eyes change from brown to black and you hear her voice mixed with another voice...ancient and frightening in it's wisedom.
"...You have shown a sence of nobility that the creator of this cursed attraction had never anticipated. You have broken it's curse...all shall be restored to it's proper order." they tell you, and suddenly you're back in your own body once again, the girl blinks a few times and shakes her head, as if shaking off the ravages of a night spent without sleep. She runs away, leaving you to witness the brilliant white lights of twenty-something souls flying off into the sky, with destinations unknown.
As the last soul flys from it's plastic prison, you see the haunted attraction slowly absorb itself into the soil surronding it leaving nothing but a memory of it's existence.