Jon Plays Along

"Well," Jon said, making up his mind. "I'm not a doll. Not really." The witch doll leaned back suddenly, her cloth hand pressed dramatically against her chest. "Oh, my, what do you mean? You look perfectly like a doll to me." "That's because a sorceress turned me into a toy." Jon twiddled with her yarn hair, "She thought it would be fun if I got played with." "What was the sorceress like? Was she a good sorceress?" "Well, she was hot. Hotter than she thinks. She's got a great body and long blonde hair. She's full of life and very curious." Both dolls were sitting close to each other now, stuffed arms resting on the table, bowing out a little. They looked into each other's eyes. Karyn's were bright and a beaming smile crossed her doll face. Jon, too, was smiling a little. And then, the person door in Karyn's room began to open . . .