"OK, listen," I said. "I can change you back to normal, but I need you to promise me that you won't mention what I did to you to anyone."
She looked up at me with fury in her eyes, "Fuck you, asshole! Like hell I'm going to keep quiet about this, after what you did to me. Let me the hell out of here now!"
I sighed. This wasn't turning out well. She was going to be a handful at any age, it seemed. Though, it was a little funny to see a tiny girl like her swearing like a sailor.
"Fine, then," I said. "I'll have to keep you around until you have a change of attitude." I looked her 5-year-old body up and down. "It would be a little weird for me to have a preschool girl caged up in my room, though."
"You think so?" she said sarcastically. "SICK FUCK!"
That last comment really pissed me off. "I wish that you would transform into a living doll and that you will only be able to move or talk when I say... uh... 'abracadabra' and that you will stop moving and talking and be a regular doll when I say 'abracadabra' again."
Once again, Freida quickly shrank. This time her skin took on a plastic sheen while her eyes turned glassy and vacant. She fell to her butt. Just as she started to stiffen up, she let out a final, "NOOOOoooo..."
And then, sitting in the cage was a round-faced little girl doll dressed in the same outfit now turned into doll clothes. She was about a foot tall and sat perfectly motionless.
"I wish my room was back to normal," I said. The cage disappeared and I could hear sound from outside.
I picked up Freida the doll and examined her all over. It was amazing, she was real doll in every respect. She was made entirely of hollow plastic now. Her arms, legs and head rotated on ball joints. When I tilted her back, her glass eyes rolled shut. I hoped that she was still alive, somehow.
I steadied myself and said, "Abracadabra."
As soon as the word was finished, life returned to her vacant eyes and her tiny body started to move naturally again.
"Noooo!" she squeaked in a tiny, high-pitched voice. "Put me down! Put me down, you bastard!" She flailed her stubby arms and legs wildly.
I set her down on my bed, and she struggled to her feet. It seemed that she was still very disorientated from all the changes she had been through. She gazed down at her pudgy hands and feet, and then back up at me again with fear in her eyes. I had to admit that, despite how awkward the situation was, she looked totally adorable standing there, reduced to little more than a child's toy.
"T-that was t-terrible," she stuttered. "I could feel and see everything, but I couldn't move at all. I couldn't even blink! I felt so helpless."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"'Sorry?'" she said. "Look what you did to me? I'm freaking plastic!"
"Seriously," I said, holding up my hands. "I don't want to do this, but I can't let you go if you are going to tell everyone about what I can do. So, until I feel like I can trust you..."
"No!" she shouted. "Don't! Not again!"
"Abracadabra."
She went stiff and fell over backwards. Her doll eyes shut as if she had passed out.
I sat down next to her lifeless body on the bed and stared at her.
"This is going to be a real headache for both of us. I can tell," I said. "I'll wake you up again really soon. I promise. I just need a little time to think things through first."
What the hell am I going to do? I wondered. I couldn't leave her like that forever, but I couldn't let her go now, either. What a mess. I really messed things up big time.
What would I do?