The girl said in her sweet voice, "Do you want to be my friend?"
You gulped slightly, sensing that you walked into some kind of trap. Something was wrong with the entire set-up, especially with the ease of the girl. She should had least been disturbed by your presence, yet she acted like if having a unknown man- you- in her room was perfectly fine. Quickly, you looked around, looking for a way out of the room while hoping your unease wasn't too obvious. You didn't want this girl to scream.
After a couple of seconds, the girl started to smile. "I'm so glad you want to be my friend."
What!? The girl must had mistook your silence for agreement. Looking closer, mainly to see if you could distract her before your intended run to the door, you saw that her doll wasn't the only thing she was carrying; she had a bottle of pink nail polish. She must had seen your stares and smiled even more in her sweet, yet creepy way.
"I was going to do my nails, but I'm so glad I've got a friend with me. Do you want me to do your nails?" the girl asked.
"Wait!?" you yelled. This girl was totally messed up to think you wanted her anywhere near her. "I can't. You see, I'm a guy..." you started to say. Without warning, your hands felt weird, a cross between then falling asleep, and being stuffed into gloves that are several sizes too small. The sensation only lasted several seconds, but it was clear what had happened to you. Your panic increasing, you stared at your new, pink tipped, little girl hands dangling from your otherwise adult wrists