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"I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic"
– Ugh… what... what the hell…
I slowly opened my eyelids, still buried in the pillow... God, turn off this shit, please... What... what’s that strange smell? It smells like some sickly-sweet crap, like vanilla, something floral and... motherfucker, baby powder?! Where the hell am I?
I sat up sharply – or tried to, but immediately slumped back into the soft, frilled pillow. My body felt… light. Flexible. Something shifted gently on my chest, and at that moment it hit me. Breasts. Real ones. Full. Alive. They swayed a bit from the sudden movement, and I reflexively jerked, feeling the top I was apparently wearing slip down, exposing more skin.
– FUU... – I wanted to unleash a classic three-floor curse, but instead of my usual rough voice, a soft, refined, almost melodic voice came out. – Oh, heavenly grace, what the hell is this?!
I snapped my mouth shut. WHAT?!
I tried to speak again, hoping to hear my familiar gravelly baritone, wanting to scream, “What the fuck are these tits?!” but instead, I said:
– How is it that such exquisite curves now belong to me?! – the words came out ridiculously refined, like I was some damn Disney character. The stupid melody still kept playing, creeping into my ears like sickly syrup. I jerked forward, intending to turn off the source of this madness, but then I realized my movements had become… elegant? Thin wrists, tiny fingers, softness in every motion… FUCK!
I looked down at my hands. These were not my hands. Instead of the familiar veined, sun-kissed, scarred fists, I saw delicate, smooth palms with well-manicured nails painted pale pink.
– God damn it… – I tried to curse, but again that damned refined voice sliced through the air: – Oh, how this image is captivating, yet so foreign to me!
Oh my God, why me?!
I squinted, trying to piece together the chronology of events. Last night… I was with the guys, we found some new crap – like some plant powder… They told me it might be some bullshit, not a real high, but I, as a true alpha, inhaled first to prove I wasn’t a pussy. And now? I’m a fucking princess?!
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. And it got even worse.
Pink. Pink EVERYWHERE.
Fluffy pillows, a vanity with lights, a stuffed teddy bear nearby, some damn cupcakes perfectly arranged on a plate. I was in some puke-colored dollhouse prison.
I finally gathered my courage and looked...