When Brenda woke up that night she found the horror of finding herself on her doll self. She could feel the weight of her plastic larger than normal breasts remaining erect. She swung her legs over the side of the self and placed her painted toes on the oak panel. Her night gown was replaced with a paint on evening gown. She even had shoulder length gloves that she could not remove any more than her clothes.

      Feeling stiff in the joints, like some of her handsome tin soldiers, she got a paper clip and string out of a box. Securing the clip, she started to climb down off the doll case like a mountain climber. As she reached the self below the one she was on, she knocked over a pair of her Denise dolls.

      "Where do you think you're going girl?" Malibu Denise asked as she helped Sailor Denise to her tip toe feet.

      "Duh, so are you dolly." Malibu Denise said sarcastically.

      After Brenda kicked off her plastic heels, she found her feet remained arched like she was still wearing them. She wished she had frilly doll clothes she could remove rather than a sprayed on clothing appearance. When Malibu Denise poured Brenda some tea, she sat down at a doll-sized table and chair.

      "Enjoy the tea," Malibu said, pouring pretend tea into the tiny cup. Brenda always loved playing tea parties, but normally use root beer or punch instead of air to drink. She then went into the dollhouse on that self and into a tub. The water that was in the tub felt erotic against Brenda's plastic skin and sent waves of internal orgasms through her as she laid with her erect breasts floating on the surface like a pair of small islands.

      After the bath, she put on some eye shadow and lipstick and nail polish. She was never much into make up but certainly watched her sisters and mothers do it enough times to know how to do it right. Perhaps it was just something her mother put in the transformation spell that made her want to wear it.

      Brenda then remembered her mother taking a basket of clothes to her room so she could start the machine up in the morning. He decided she found her way to the floor. She went to the edge of the self and landed in a soft pile of blouses, pantyhose and shorts. Often she use to make her dolls parachute from upstairs to down stairs. It was as much a trill as she dreamed it would be.

      THUMP! Brenda dropped off the side of the basket to the floor in a heap.

      She looked up her Jazz playing Teddy Bear who reached down and helped her to her feet. "You took quite tumble off the self, man." The Teddy Bear said as he blew a few notes from his sax. "You're lucky to make it to ground level in one piece."

      "I...I guess." Brenda said as stood up on her tip toes and brushed herself off. She just hoped to find her mother before her younger sister found her. She shivered at the thought of what the little artist might do to her face and hair.

      Brenda stared at her bedroom door at the far end of the room. To her size, she might as well be crossing one of the great deserts. Being made of plastic and rubber was way too weird. She just wanted to find her mother and get changed back.

      "Mom! Mother!" Brenda shouted.

      "Would you like something to drink?" the Teddy Bear asked. "Soda, bottled water, milk, orange juice?"

      "Please don't bother. I don't think I'm the type that drinks," Brenda said. At least she hoped not since that would probably mean she was the type of doll that wet as well. That wasn't something she was looking forward to finding out.

      "It's no bother at all," Teddy grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving. "From dusk to dawn we all can eat and drink if we wish. Why don't you sit down and I'll be right back with something."

      Teddy didn't come exactly right back as he fixed Brenda a sandwich to go with the orange juice in the tiny cup. "I'd better be going," she said. "Thanks for the wonderful lunch."

      "That's okay, you come over and visit any time you want." Teddy smiled and blew a few notes. "I'm sure you and the Denises will get along fine."

      Brenda leapt forward, running on her toes toward the front door. She notice it was cracked open, and slipped between the door and frame into the hall. She crept over to the stairs and looked down to see no movement going on.

      "How are you? What a lovely outfit for going out to lunch in." Her mother smiled as she stepped from the bedroom, fully aware that her daughter couldn't remove the clothes she found herself in. With fear of being step on by accident, Brenda backed up into the bedroom and climbed into one of her knee-high stockings. To be completely covered in nylon was more erotic than she would of image.

      "Just stay with your little toy friends." Brenda mother said as she reached down for the basket. Like being in an earthquake, she felt herself being raised into the air and carried down to the laundry room. Her mother grabbed the clothes in big handfuls and tossed in it with her inside. The machine started up and filled with water. Luckily, Brenda didn't need to breath in her current plastic state.

      Even if she didn't need to breath, it didn't stop her from going into a panic. After crawling out of the nylon, she pounded on the glass front of the washing machine and shouted. "Get me out of here!"

      "Sorry, Brenda." The mother smiled when the wash finished and she helped her tiny daughter out of the water. Taking a towel, she dried her off and Brenda couldn't believe the waves of pleasure that ran through her body as she began to be rubbed. "I hope you loved the erotic feelings you'd feel if you actually dated."

      "I think it's about time you've grown up young lady." Brenda's mother said as she finished drying her plastic daughter off. She carried her into the bedroom and opened the nightstand draw. Inside was a book that was simply titled: BOOK OF SPELLS.

      "That's how she did it." Brenda thought.

      "Let's see now," her mother said more to herself and than her. "Reversal spells.

      Brenda just sat upright and watched as her mother flipped through the book. Her eyes widen in horror as she reached the back and found the pages torn out. Her mom looked confused when they both heard a soft giggling.

      Mrs. Knight turned and saw the youngest daughter tugging on her mom's nightgown. She reached down and picked her out. "What's wrong Crystal?"

      "I don't want Brenda to change back." Crystal smiled. "I like being big sister."

      "Did you tear our the pages to reverse the spell?" Mrs. Knight asked.

      "Uh-uh." Crystal said with a smile. "Dropped them down the chute to the furnace. All gone."

      "Nooooooooo!" Brenda screamed mentally as she realized that come morning she'll be just like all the other frozen toys. Though as the toys told her, she'd still be able to see, here and feel everything. Would be able to come to life at night.

      That's just what happened. Come morning, Brenda could play dolls all she wanted with the help of her sister's imagination.

      "You're one terrific lady." Crystal had Surf Watch Paul say. "How about dinner something?"

      "You don't have much in the bridge." Crystal imitated her sisters former voice. "I can work on the salads while you go down to the deli on the corner."

      "Good idea." Paul said, heading over to the car and driving down to the market. After dinner was near ready, Brenda worked on the finishing touching well Paul went and changed into something more comfortable with Crystal's help. With the way Brenda's feet were, she'd be as comfortable with heels as barefooted.

      Wearily when Crystal went to bed, Brenda came back to life and took off his make up and changed back into her night gown. She was sick of the whole think and was hoping to have her mother could find a way to change her back when she awoke in the morning. She knew that it was only wishful thinking and wouldn't be happening.

      The End