Charlie walked across the tiled floor. Having returned to his normal senses, he became irked with his new wardrobe, wishing he had taken it off earlier. He was not used to walking around in tights. He found the constricting nature of the tights to be at odds with the open breezy dress, which offered him little security. He could feel the air on his legs and it felt strange to him. His back and chest were also partially exposed, and hairless. Charlie felt cold.
He pulled the dress back and forth around his midsection in irritation, stomping toward the left-most door.
"Cake Factory Entrance..." he read aloud. "Maybe I can find someone to tell me how to get out of this damn place", he mumbled, though the thought of someone seeing him dressed up like Alice both thrilled and alarmed him. Charlie turned the brass knob and flung open the door. He stepped through into an open void.
"AAaaaaahhhh! Not again...!"
Charlie's fall was again long, but was this time broken by a small pool. He sunk into the liquid before surfacing, gasping for breath. It was a dimly lit place. The water felt kind of sticky. Charlie soon realized that he was swimming in a giant bowl, and the water currently soaking him was a mixture of wet cake ingredients. Oil and egg clung to his dress, and thwarted his every effort to escape out the steep sides.
"Hey! Someone let me out of here!" Nobody answered. It was an automated cake factory, it turned out. Charlie had falled in through a maintenance hatch. He could see it now, high above his head.
He felt his bowl shift as it was passed down a giant conveyor belt. Charlie got out of the way as a second hatch poured flour into the bowl. After a few minutes, the flour began to soak up the wet ingredients. Charlie swam toward the flour island and tried to stand on it. His tights and shoes were slippery from the oil but he managed to stand...
Just as the bowl began to shake. It was too slippery for him to maintain his balance, and Charlie fell into the cake muck. He tried in vain to remove the batter from his oily tights. The mixture clung to his white legs and oily arms, filling his skirts and shoes. He managed to kick these off, but the batter only got on the rest of his stockinged feet.
"Someone, let me out of here!" Charlie continued to shout in vain as the belt moved to a third station, coming to a stop under a giant mixer.
A tinny voice uttered. "Oh hello young sir in blue dress!"
Charlie looked up in shock. He was saved!
"I see you have elected to become a part of the cake. As you wish. You will become delicious."
Charlie's face fell. The voice was coming from the mixer. He shouted in protest, but it was too late. The giant mixer descended, whipping the bowl's contents into a frenzy. Charlie clung to the sides as long as he could, but it was no use. He kicked his legs in vain; the tights and batter were a double whammy against him. His dress weighed him down. Charlie was soon caught up in the batter maelstrom.
Charlie expected to feel horrible pain at the mixer's touch, but no pain came. His body was broken apart with each hit from the mixer, but he actually began to perceive more instead of less. He saw his arms and legs fly off, and watched them circle the batter several times, becoming less substantial with each pass through the mixer. He was breaking apart yet he could feel his whole body becoming the cake mixture. He was able to run his hands through the batter before they broke down, which caused him intense pleasure. Maybe the cake mixture was becoming his body? It was so hard to tell.
Charlie's body, clothes and all, was fully broken down. He was becoming a cake, he realized, as his batter body was sent into the oven.