As you run back towards the door in panic, you trip on a purple handbag, and fall. "Ah, there you are Bobby" your sister says. You feel two fingers clasp you by your torso. You meets your sister's giant face. You knew she was ugly, but she looks horrid from this size. "My, you do look pretty," she says, voice booming. "It's good to know that I can trust some of my dolls, unlike you, Bobby!" As well as ugly, she is also terrifying. "Please, Sis, don't do this to me," you cry. "Do what ever you want!" If plastic eyes could weep, you would be balling your eyes out now. She smiles. "Even if I wanted in the slightest to change you back, Bobby, I couldn't. Both Doll Ray and the machine in the house's effects are irreversible." Your heart drops. You cannot hope to escape this life now. "But enough talk, my beautiful ballerina, you have a ballet competition to enter.
You are whisked away into another dollhouse. This room you are in looks like a dressing room. It has a large wardrobe, a mirror with lost of make up on the desk and a door with the words "Backstage" written in the pink cursive. "The great thing about having a human doll is that I can play with you just by telling you what to do!" Your hear your sister say from above. As you look up, you see your sister staring down at you. Your expression drops. "Now, let's get started,"she says with glee. " Open the wardrobe and pick out a new tutu." As you go to protest, you see two plastic arms come up to your shoulder height, stretched in front of you. Your legs begin to walk you towards the wardrobe. You open the wardrobe and see two ballet costumes, a light pink one, and a white one. Without control, you pick the...
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