"Ha,
ha, ha! No really, please stop... you're flattering me!" Monica was indeed
flattered, and more than a little bit pleased that her friends were noticing
how shapely her legs had become, and in so little time!
Had it
really been three weeks since she lost her purse at the mall? It was like they
appeared out of nowhere, so friendly and kind. They looked everywhere together,
but spent more of their time laughing and shopping than actually searching. The
girls were so helpful, they insisted on paying for everything, including hours
and hours at the beauty salon. By the end of the day, she could hardly
recognize herself – she was gorgeous!
"Really
though, it's all those fabulous shoes that you bought me," Monica laughed,
"I never used to wear heels, but now I can't seem to stop!" It was true. She tried going lower, just as a
lark, but quickly discovered that her feet would no longer bend, not even an
inch. "Well, no more flats for me," she giggled merrily to herself,
as she cleared some more room on her plate.
The truth
was, her life was a mess before she met the two girls. They taught her so many
things, like how to always look pretty and listen with a smile. She admired
their glamour and sophistication, and wanted to be like them in every way
imaginable.
"Please...
have... some... more... cake..." offered her very good friend Sandra,
sitting pert and attentive as always.
"Oh no,
I couldn't possibly... well, maybe just one little piece!" Mmmm, it tasted
so good! Monica greedily topped the sugary piece with loads of whipped cream. It
seemed like she never stopped eating when she was out with the girls, but the
pounds just kept falling off. She
shoveled forkload after forkloard into her mouth. "Mmph, aren't you going
to have any?"
"We're...
not... hungry..." said Barbara, in her adorable motionless way.
"Well
then, more for me!" Monica laughed between mouthfuls, and eagerly grabbed
another two pieces. Strange, she never really noticed this before, but Sandra
and Barbara never ate a single bite, and yet their kitchen was always stocked
with every treat imaginable.
"Is...
something... wrong?" asked Sandra, tilting her head ever so slightly.
"No, I
was just, uh... just admiring your beautiful kitchen!" What was wrong with
her? Barbara and Sandra were nothing but gracious and kind. She would do
anything for them, anything at all. Monica forced her lips into a perfect
smile.
"You...
are... coming... along... very... nicely..." observed Barbara, her own
perfect smile not wavering in the slightest.
"Why
thank you, I... I…" Monica giggled, feeling dizzy. The room, it was made
completely of plastic. How come she never noticed this before? The table and
chairs, the oven and fridge... everything! It was as though a veil had been
lifted.
"You...
are... finally... ready..." informed Sandra. At least, she thought it was
Sandra, because she suddenly realized that neither of their mouths were capable
of movement.
Th-this was
impossible. She wanted to close her eyes, to shut everything out, but she couldn't...
her eyelids would not blink! What was wrong with her? It was then that she
noticed the cake, half-eaten on her plate: it was nothing more than Styrofoam
and pieces of sponge!
"Now...
you... see... the... truth..." said the two dolls in unison, their hard plastic
features now fully apparent.
Monica
wanted to gag, but all that came out was a stifled giggle, her big happy smile
refusing to budge. She struggled to think, and it occurred to her that she had
no idea where she was or how she got here. The past three weeks were really
just a blur.
"Remove...
all... your... clothes..." instructed Barbara, motioning her to rise.
"No, I
don't want to..." she stammered, rising to her feet. It was the oddest
sensation. Her legs remained straight and elbows bent, no matter how she tried
to move them. Somehow, she managed to strip herself naked. “Why are you d-doing
this to me?”
"Tell...
us... what... you... want..." implored Barbara, her cold blue eyes
playfully gleaming.
"I want
to be..." she tried to force the words from rising in her throat, to no
avail, "I want to be... a doll... like you.”
Barbara
shivered with delight. That was exactly what she needed to hear.
Monica
watched with revulsion as Barbara started writhe, her features changing, like
she was becoming an entirely different person, yet eerily familiar. She
stripped out of her own clothes and grabbed Monica’s from the floor.
"What
are... you... looking at…" growled the creature, "go fetch... my
purse!"
"Anything...
you... say..." replied the doll, spinning on her heels. It was like she
was moving on autopilot, because she knew exactly where to go looking for her
long lost purse. She found it in a closet, along with some of the strangest
clothes she had ever encountered.
"Why,
thank you very much," said the triumphant woman, accepting her prize. She
could barely contain her glee as she rummaged through its contents, scanning
each item and absorbing new memories. "I am now Monica," she said
with an air of authority, "and your name is Barbie."
"My...
name... is... Barbie... " repeated the doll, knowing it was true. Her glassy
wide eyes sparkled with delight. For just a brief moment, her body seemed
unfamiliar, but then she felt perfectly natural with her silky blonde hair and
outrageous proportions.
Monica
smiled: not much longer my love, she gazed towards Sandra, until you are with
me again. The world would not see what is coming. She unlocked her new phone
and dialled a number from memory. “David, it’s Monica… can you come pick me up?
I want you to meet my new friends.”