This choice: Ashlie comes in and sees the little sophie doll. decides to disguise your looks • Go Back...Chapter #4A Cruel Change by: Unknown With a little effort, you struggled painfully to your feet. Your entire body was sore with agony, and you were tired and embarrassed. You tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, but they just kept flowing. Your perfect day had been ruined. Your dress was ripped to shreds, your makeup was a mess, and no one knew you where you were. No one, except the last person you wanted to see.
"Aw." A voice boomed from behind you. You whirled around to see the giant face of Ashlie, your worst nightmare. "Is someone having a bad time? Let me tell you, I saw everything that just happened, and it was hilarious!"
"Why didn't you stop them?" You yelled at her. Ashlie leaned closer, and whispered.
"Because I love seeing you suffer." Suddenly, she snatched you up tightly. Despite your protests, she carried you uncaringly into the kitchen right next door to the changing room. Once inside, Ashlie threw you into the sink. Immediately, you tried to climb out, but the walls were too high and too slippery. Ashlie looked down at you with delight.
"What are you doing Ashlie?" You cried. "Please just take me to Emma!"
"Oh you'll get to Emma eventually. Just you wait. I have a plan. Oh! And don't think of yelling for help. No one is here except for me." With that, Ashlie turned on the faucet, and boiling water rained down onto your head. You screamed in torment as the skin burning water scorched your entire self. You also felt your body hardening, an effect of hot water on your body. Within a minute, you were frozen and unable to move. Ashlie smirked, and lifted you out of the water. She dropped you on the counter and left you to dry. She walked out of view, but came back a few seconds later with a doll in her hand. With horror, you realized the doll she was holding was the doll version of you that went on the cake!
"You've probably figured it out by now." Ashlie grinned. "I'm switching you to take the dolls place on your own wedding cake. Of course, in your hardened form, you basically are a doll!" Ashlie pulled off the clothes on the fake doll and then deposited the doll in the trash can. She then lifted you up, and began dressing you in the dolls papery wedding gown. You were helpless as Ashlie fit you into the dolls dress and shoes. Ashlie even applied glue to the clothing, to make sure it wouldn't come off.
Ashlie then picked up a small comb and straightened your hair in the exact same style as the dolls. She also pulled out her makeup kit and redid your makeup so you would look exactly as the doll had. Lastly, she stretched your mouth out into a beaming smile, and your face was stuck that way. When Ashlie finally finished, you looked exactly like the doll, no matter how closely anyone looked at you. You had absolutely no idea what you were going to do to get out of this situation.
"Perfect!" Ashlie cheered. "You look so cute Sophie!" Ashlie gently carried you over to your wedding cake, and placed you on top beside the doll of Emma. She pushed your feet into the icing a little bit so you would stick. Then, she blew you a kiss, and skipped out of the kitchen.
For the next fifteen minutes, you could do nothing but stand there and look pretty, just as Ashlie had set you up. You couldn't even cry any tears, as your frozen body was incapable of doing that. You hated Ashlie with all your heart for ruining the most important day of your life. If you ever got out of this, you would make her pay. All you could hope for now was for your body to fight off the effects of the water and unharden.
Twenty minutes later, the door to the kitchen swung open, and the chef entered. She was a young, attractive girl in her 20s. She walked over to the cart that the wedding cake was sitting on, and began pushing it out of the kitchen. Halfway out of the kitchen, she paused and looked right at you.
This was your chance! If you could somehow give her a sign that you were real, all your problems would be gone! You try to blink, move, or talk...anything! But what happens?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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