You eyed all the remaining cookies, trying to determine which one will turn you back. All of them are eye-catching and brightly colored - you doubt you can actually guess which one will revert you back... or makes you more girly. Well, okay, you are pretty sure the pink one will make you more girly, which is why you try to avoid it... except that you can't help but glance at it again and again, and your cute, dainty finger always tries to move close to it, and you imagined the overly-sweet, candy-like taste of the cake...
You sighed, then pick the pink cookie. You close your eyes, trying to savor the cookies - you can smell it's cloyingly-sweet aroma, and your mouth waters. Faster than you thought, you bite the cookie.
It is sweet. Very sweet. Just like before, except better, somehow. And the more you chew, the better it gets.
...you faintly suspect your transformation also changes your palate, but honestly. There aren't much you can do.
You open your eyes, the cookie still in the lips. You can see the woman - she smiles, a strange combination of smugness and... relief? She stares back at you. Somehow, she doesn't seem as malicious as before.
"What happens," you says, before clearing your throat - your cutesy voice gets even higher though not by much - "if I stop eating the cookie? Can I..." you can feel yourself shrinking, just a little "...come back? To where I'm from?"
Her expression softened, as she patted her lap. You jump to the floor - you can't quite reach it from the chair. Half-eaten cookie in hand, you walk to the woman's lap, feeling yourself shrinking in the way.
"Of course," she answered, as you plop in her lap. She starts playing with your hair, and you can't help but.. relax. It feels nice. "You can always come back," she whispered in your ears. You take another bite, and you can feel your hair grows longer. "The world itself will accommodate you, you know. It will take some time for you to get used with the changes, but you can."
By this time, your hair has grown so long, it's reached the floor. The woman still absent-mindedly playing with your hair, trying to braid it, refluffed it, but always failed due to how fast it grows.
",,,but how can I live like this?" you ask her, with trembling voice. And you still can't resist nibbling the pink cookie. "I... I can't live like some kind of fairy-tale princess...I will grow. I'll need a job. And these outfit... these makeup... they can't maintain themselves...I don't have that much money! I-"
She shushed you, before pulling your childlike body closer to hers. And then she hugs you, putting her head on your shoulder. It's funny you almost unable to feel her head due to how thick your hair is, so you pulled your hair - and surprised to see just how curly it is. You can imagine it grows tighter, until it becomes ringlet.
With how doll-like you are, it is surprising you don't spontaneously grows doll joint, to further complement it.
"True," the woman answered, still hugging you. "The real-world is just so scary, isn't it? And no matter how accomodating she is... you will have to leave the fairy tale, someday. You might stay young forever, always adorable... but the real world will pierce you. Maybe you have to work to maintain your facade. Or you have to find another set of couple, to dupe into adopting you as their child, and you will live blissfully happy... until your pretend parents died,"
Your heart sinks at her words. Suddenly, your eyes are blocked by a thick mass of something - your hair, as it turns out. You look blankly at your hand, noting that there is no cookie left - and just how white and smooth your skin is. Almost like porcelain...
You lick your lips, trying to tasting the cookies again. It's all gone now, but the strawberry taste of your lipstick calms you.
Then the woman put something on your head. A ribbon, you idly noted, as pink as... yourself. Before long, it holds back your hair, so you can at least see. You marvel at just how big everything else, before noting that you are indeed growing shorter. A cursory examination at your breasts shows it is barely there - looks like you are getting younger, as well.
"Or," she breathed at your ears. You almost jumped - it is quite surprising. "You can live here. Become the playmate of our Mistress. Don't leave the fairy-tale - accompany us in this gilded cage, in this little Wonderland, forever young, forever child, watching as nation grows, kingdom falls, and maybe, someday, mankind will reach the stars. We all will be there, accompanying our mistress, until the end of universe."
You look up to her, quite startled. Her expression is soft, and there is absolutely no trace of maliciousness in her face.
"But perhaps that's now what you wanted," she states, this time... there is a hint of threat in her voice, in her expression. "Then leave. You will have parents, but they won't accompany you forever. Because you will stay young, stay child - someday, you will have to carve your own niche," she shrug. "Or you can dupe another set of couple to take care of you."
"So, sweetie," the woman said, still smiling, before pointing to the mirror again. There, you can see the woman, with a particularly lifelike doll - her skin is white, her dress is elaborate, her hair is pink-purple, and impossibly curly, held back by a pink, large ribbon on top of her head. She wears pink, cute shoes, with a ribbon on top of it.
It takes you a while to realize you are the doll.
"What is your answer?"