Kristen’s eyes went wide as she came into the playroom and saw Billie for the first time since last night. It wasn’t her friend’s plush body, or the way she was a few inches tall that surprised Kristen. It was the fact she was naked. “Wh-where’s your dress?” she asked, slightly panicked.

“Oh, it’s around here, somewhere.” Billie said, looking off, not concerned, thinking about last night; her first night as a doll.

“Billie, we need to find it. I can’t turn you back unless you’re wearing it. You have to be complete. How did it even come off in the first place?” Kristen said, sitting down beside the toy chest, beginning to look for the colorful jester dress that Billie once wore.

“Pete helped me get it off,” Billie said, her words, so simple and direct, stunned Kristen as she looked down to her innocent doll friend.

“Pete? My Pirate Pete?”

“He’s quite fun. Very playful.”

Kristen blinked, trying to think about what Billie was insinuating. Her mind rejected the idea. “Wait, you’re messing with me. Toys can’t really move...can they?”

“It’s a bit like Toy Story, actually. Not exactly, but similar. I was as surprised as you are. Pete was great. He showed me around. The world is so different at this size, even if it’s a place I’ve already been. After the tour, we chatted for hours. One thing led to another, my dress came off, and…”

“Ew ew ew stop it stop it stop it!” Kristen recoiled, as Billie began to smile fiendishly. She loved her friend/Owner, but it was too much fun not to mess with her.

“He’s a plush doll. I’m a plush doll. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is he’s my childhood toy! It’s weird! I used to play with him.”

“And last night, he played with me. We kissed and we cuddled and we…”

“No! I’m turning you back into a person right now!” Kristen said flatly, her search for Billie’s missing clothes all the more pressing.

“Only if you find that dress I misplaced. Otherwise, I’m stuck like this…lucky for me, since Pirate Pete can keep me company.”

“There will be no more company keeping. He’s going back in the toy chest, and you are going into a box on the highest shelf in my closet.”

It sounded like a punishment. But Billie had dreamed of being a doll for a long time, and wasn’t ready to stop playing just yet.