In a surreal moment that you still find hard to comprehend, the robotic arms of the chest suddenly hesitate. A digitalized, almost metallic voice emerges, "Error detected. Object does not conform to storage size requirements. Initiating alternative measures."
The arms retract and the maid bot returns, this time holding a peculiar, handheld device that you've seen only a few times before when your mother was showing off her latest inventions. A scanner of some sort, equipped to do things you can't even imagine. The LED light of the device blinks for a moment and then turns a glowing red.
The device emits a humming sound and directs a light toward you. An overwhelming sensation envelops you, almost like your entire body is constricting. Your field of vision adjusts as everything around you starts to grow—or rather, you start to shrink. In a matter of seconds, the transformation is complete, and you are now the size of a typical doll.
The chest's robotic arms eagerly grab you again, but just as they start to pull you into the chest, another voice interjects. "Error. Unregistered toy. Initiating item replacement protocol."
A mechanism within the chest springs to life, a separate robotic arm equipped with various tools and appendages swings over. You feel the odd sensation of your body becoming plastic-like, losing its organic texture. Your proportions change, molding into the elongated, stylized form characteristic of a Barbie doll.
A second arm extends with what seems to be a synthetic wig. With meticulous precision, it is placed onto your now plastic-like scalp. The wig is a luscious blonde, cascading down in voluminous curls that frame your new, doll-like facial features.
Next comes the outfit. A third arm appears, this one holding an array of tiny garments. It's a classic Barbie ensemble: a sparkling pink gown that's glamorously styled, complete with a silver tiara and matching high heels. The robotic arms deftly work to dress you, each garment snapping into place as if designed just for you.
As these adjustments conclude, the chest appears satisfied. "Item replacement complete. Registering item as 'Party Time Barbie Replacement.'" And with that, the robotic arms gently place you in an open slot among other dolls and action figures, ranging from princesses to superheroes, each in their own compartment.
The lid of the chest closes with a mechanical whir, plunging you into darkness. For a moment, you're alone with your thoughts, pondering your new, unnerving reality. You're a living being stuck in a doll's body, stored away like a child's plaything. Now all that remains is to figure out how to reverse this unimaginable scenario, or be left to ponder your miniature existence until someone—hopefully your mother—realizes the extraordinary mistake the smart house has made.
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