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“From the looks, you were transformed into a pony, the very one I gave you today!” she had responded to my question.
“The gift is beautiful. I love her. Though I will still need a new bed now!” I exclaimed.
She just stared at me for a moment as I spoke, and a moment after I stopped. It's not as if it is what she had expected, or what she had intended for me. She had not even known, or suspected anything the like was even remotely possible. Now she just stood here, staring at her sister, such as I am.
For a moment, I look at the doll she had given me, the way it looks now, after the change, then I turned her head towards her.
“Glad you like it. Hope this will not make any problems for you. I guess you have a more unusual doll now. It looks almost as if it had been you?” she suggested, tentatively.
“Since it has my old skin tone, yeah. It sure is an unusual, or even exclusive doll now. There is something more to it, I just can't quite put my hoof to it!” I pondered in a thoughtful tone of voice.
As she casts a second glance on the doll, it is no longer on all fours. The doll now looking like me, standing upright, suddenly looking back at her. What was she to say, what was she to do?
She now looks as if she had been a real girl, with the skin I had had, only she is still covered in the shiny rubber my sister had so recently polished her with. Of course, she just stood there, perplexed, curious, and utter confused. The situation, just as strange on her as it is on me and my sister.
The fact that I had changed, now looking as if I had been the doll she had so recently given me, only still my normal size, and the doll looking the way I had, even if it had not changed size, either. I guess I should be happy about this one detail, just as much as I love the way the doll she had given me had turned out, or how the changes had affected me?
Should I ask about the polish she had coated the doll with? In hope it had a clue to the changes, the transformation. Regardless of if it could change me back to my old self, just in case I was ever to desire to? I decided against it. She knew it, and hopefully will keep track of what she had done, no point asking? Besides, right now, I guess I had no intent of changing back?
The true question is what I'm to do with myself, such as I had turned out to be. There was no hiding from the changes. I could as well do my best, exploring my new self.
I just turned towards my sister. Intent to give her an idea.
“I have no idea just how you pulled it off, but I'm quite happy with the result. Just make sure, keeping what little you still have of all the products, you may have more fun with what you could do with it, if you choose to. If there is a time, you may decide to make something fun out of it!” I simply suggested.
Maybe I should have made more of a joke out of it? What else could I have changed? There is no point to the line of reasoning, at this point I had said what I had said, in the manner it had come out and in the voice that's mine. It's simply my voice?
“As you pointed it out, there may be a future use for it. I'll make sure to save what I have and to secure my supply, for future desires!” she then nodded, with some amusement, then a stark realisation to her features.
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