As Sammie sat at the table, she found herself lost in thought. Staring across the room, her eyes were dreamily locked on a boy. Riley, a guy she knew from a few of her classes, had been a crush of hers for the whole semester, her attention in those classes being split between the material and glancing over to him, hoping he’d look back at her. Sadly, as far as Sammie was aware, he hardly knew she existed. Sighing as she returned from her day dream, Sammie felt defeated. “Is it really that hard to get a guy to notice me?” Granted, she had hardly spoken to him more than a handful of times, but she still felt there was no chance of him liking her too. Just then, Riley glanced in her direction, locking eyes with the girl for a second. Bashfully flashing him a smile, Riley smirked slightly, quick to return to his conversation with his friends. Sammie’s heart fluttered, her ambitions only spiked from the brief encounter. “I just wish knew if he liked me back, or at least if he thought I was cute too,” she mumbled to herself, resting her chin in her hand. Just then Sammie heard the light voice of a girl ring out from behind her. “Well if you want him to think you’re cute, I can help with that!”
Quick to turn around, embarrassed someone had overheard her, she saw nothing, but all at once she felt…weird. With the feeling starting in her arms, she glanced down, her eyes shooting open in shock at what she saw. Where here hands once were were two plush mits, with stitching and everything. It didn’t hurt, but she could see and feel her arms were shifting from flesh and blood to a soft fabric and stuffing, her hands looking little more than something you’d see on a plushie. Atop her head, she could feel two cloth ears spring from her black hair, and before she knew it she could feel the changes sweep over the rest of her body.
In a matter of seconds, her whole body had shrunken massively, Sammie falling onto the table in front of her. Standing up on wobbly legs, the girl barely stood a foot tall, her shirt now covering her entire body. All at once, the shirt along with the rest of her clothes disappeared, leaving her standing unclothed on the table. There wasn’t much to hide now though; as she looked over her body, the changes to her arms had swept over the rest of her as well. Everything from her hips to her legs resembled a stuffed doll, with two small dog ears and a stitched dog nose on her face as well. Trying to balance on her now stuffed legs, Sammie was in shock, covering her mouth with her newly made hands as she saw what she was now. “A doll? How…how can I be a doll?” she spoke, her now playfully large eyes looking around in shock. Before she could even get a grip on the situation, she felt her legs give out below her, her plush for stumbling back.
Landing momentarily on her butt, she found she couldn’t move at all. With her hair settling from the fall, Sammie found herself slumped slightly, her cloth arms dangling at her side as her expression took on the look of a simple stuffed toy. She couldn’t help but smile, looking off at nothing as her innocent looking eyes refused to listen to her now. To anyone beside herself, she just seemed like a stuffed doll someone had left on the table. Internally, Sammie was losing it. Despite her smiling exterior she felt like she was about to cry; her own helpless state starting to become too much for her.
With her movement gone for good, Sammie felt herself topple back, falling into a heap across the table. Glancing up at the sky, she tried to get back up but her cloth legs wouldn’t listen. “Hey, someone left their doll over here!” she heard the same voice from earlier call out. Up to that point Sammie had been calling for help internally but now she realized what someone finding her meant. ‘They’re just going to think I’m just another doll, I’ll probably end up in the trash, or in the hands of some little kid until she gets bored of playing with me,” she shuttered briefly at the thought of even being played with; being treated like nothing more than the object she now was. Panicking, she found herself stop as someone stepped into her fixed gaze. It was Riley. Picking her up with both hands, Riley glanced around to look for the voice he heard before looking back to the doll. Toying with her dangling arms briefly, he smiled. “Cute doll, wonder if that one girl left her here,” he started, looking into the doll’s cloth eyes. “Oh well, if I see her in class I’ll give her back. If not, might as well keep you for myself,” he said with a chuckle, tossing the doll into his shoulder bag before walking off.
Tumbling back and forth in the bag with the rest of Riley’s belongings, Sammie knew she should be terrified, but for some reason she wasn’t. “He, he wants to keep me? I get to be his?” She found herself thinking, innocently thinking about what it would be like being Riley’s new doll. “And he called me cute!” Smiling to herself internally, all she could think about was how nice it was to be his hands. At that the girl’s thoughts of getting away or turning back ceased, her mind starting to fit her new plush form. “I’m in Riley’s bag, with Riley’s possessions, and I’m a doll. So I must be Riley’s doll!” she thought internally, quick to accept her new role. After all, she was a doll, and now she was her crush’s doll! What more could a toy want?