A girl's one wish

[Anastasia]

A beautiful room - the room of a normally happy teenage girl, bedeckoned with cute decorations, a large desk, and a wonderful bed. On this bed are two things, both of great importance to our story.

The first is a tired and crying girl of perhaps sixteen years of age. She wears a black cocktail dress, the sort of thing one may wear to an important party. It is wrinkled and in need of care, but the wear doesn't seem to notice. Her bright pink hair is long and to her midsection, flowing out as freely as her tears, her body curled into a fetal ball. Weeping, she cares not about the rest of the world as her tears pour out. Her soft lavender eyes are red and puff as she goes on, a tragedy to anyone whom has looked into those soulful orbs and wanted to lose themself in them.

Besides her sits the other item of note on the bed. Stuffed, patched and beaten is a stuffed animal. It's the sort of thing you'd expect from a girl's bedroom, clearly well loved and having seen over this girl since her earliest days. A missing eye, a patch or two, and a general wear show the love and time she has given it's vaguely cat like face and body with a strangely rounded bottom section, as if to allow it to be placed down easily.

Her tears continue to flow, as she looks up briefly and hugs the stuffed animal. "Oh...Mister Round Bottom....," she sniffles. "He didn't come!" Sobbing, she lets one of her hands drop an item - a little tear shaped pendant. "He said he'd come back for me after it was over," she wails. "Why? I thought he..." she sniffles tiredly, closing her eyes as she hugs Mister Round Bottom.

Slowly, she begins to drift off and away into slumber. As she does ,a last murmur escapes her lips. "Ooooh...I'm glad you never leave me," she says, hugging onto the plush toy just a little more. "Always be with me, okay," she says weakly, as she slips into a restful sleep.

An hour passes, the light of the full moon shining through her large bedroom window. The pendant on the bed catches the light, shimmering and shining.

[Liddo-kun]

How many years has it been now? the little plush doll wonders, staring with his lone button eye at the girl weeping on the bed.

If he could, he'd shake his head.  The poor girl never was lucky at love.

"Oh...Mister Round Bottom....," she sniffles.

If only my hands could move freely...

"He didn't come!"

...I'd swat you on the head.

FOOL!  BAFOON!  Is what he'd tell her with a stern frown if his face wasn't forever locked in that damnable stitched on smile.

"He said he'd come back for me after it was over," she wails.

Mister Round Bottoms let out a plush sigh of exasperation.  God, he wished he could cover his ears.  He'd narrow his eyes--  Eye.

Damn visiting cousins.  They'd get what was coming to them....  Oh yes they will....  At the girl's hug though, his mental musings were cut short, and he once more returned to the matter at hand.  Oh.  Right.  You were here, weren't you?

The weepy pink-haired girl was Mitsuki Endo, or "Misty" as her friends and family nicknamed her.  Mister Round Bottom still wasn't sure if the nick was simply for convenience's sake to be cute or if it related to her rather vaccuous nature.

Not that she was dumb or anything, but really, just how many times must the mouse get electrocuted before it figures out that Door 1 is just no good?  A sucker born every minute was definitely speaking of this girl, in his opinion.

And yet...

"Ooooh...I'm glad you never leave me," she says, hugging onto the plush toy just a little more.

He never could fault her for being so trusting and innocent.  It was part of what made him glad that she picked him out of a toy store all those years ago.  My poor gullible girl.  Don't you worry, I'll beat that heartbreaking bastard with a pipe for you and...  and...  Who am I kidding?  I'm just your dollie.

"Always be with me, okay," she says weakly, as she slips into a restful sleep.

Yeah, don't worry about it, kiddo.

He kept his vigil over his worrisome charge as the slow rise and fall of her chest signaled yet another night of crying herself to bed.

It wasn't long after that things began to occur.

What things you might ask?

Weird things.  Things that a plush dollie just knew weren't normal.  It was plush intuition or something.

There was a tingle, or was it a buzzing?  The air was charged with a feeling that made the fur on his back stand on end.

What in the world....

There was the sound of tearing across Mister Round Bottom's belly as a bundle of fluffy stuffing spilled out onto the bed.

Waaaaagh!  Busted a stitch!

Or did he?

Sensations that he'd never felt before began to make itself known to him as more pop, rip, and tear noises sounded.

Sweet Mother!  My warranty expired!

Just as the little plush thought that he was finally going to go to the big toybox in the sky there was one final pop and the chaos stopped.

Odd.  The room shrunk, he thinks to himself before looking down on Misty's sleeping form.

Wait.  I can move my head?

He was able to do more than that as he sweeps his gaze across the room in marvel.  They eventually settle on his very fleshy hands that he holds in front of his very fleshy face.  Still not fully believing the changes, he runs his fingers through the sandy blonde forlocks dangling before his eyes.  A sudden shifting in the bed reminded him of just where he was again.

He extended a tentative hand to gently brush the top of the girl's head and drew back when Misty mumbled and snuggles closer against his new body.  Hugging never did feel quite like THAT, he noted to himself.

Mister Round Bottom was pinned in place by the arms that looped around his back and could only lie still and blink in the darkness .

On a familiar bed, in a familiar room, with a familiar girl, but with a host unfamiliar feelings.

This is... awkward.

[Anastasia]

Misty snuggles to you, murmuring softly. "Oh..." she whispers, clutching tightly and curling up into your now fleshy chest.  Snoring softly, she continues to stay at rest.

Odd...she smells like good. Like....you aren't sure what, as you've never had a working nose before. But it smells good, something you'd want to smell for awhile.

She's warm, too, as she sleep glomps Mister Round Bottom like _mad_.  Oh my. She's so soft, especially in a few places. Perhaps humans are stuffed in certain body parts, too?

[Liddo-kun]

Losing his luxurious pelt for this bald, fleshy form wasn't all negatives the newly made young man noted as he shared body warmth with Misty.  While he didn't have anything to compare this experience to, he could tell it wasn't bad and as long as it wasn't bad it was good.

Or so went the plush mental process anyway.

The former plushie found himself cradling and stroking the girl's pink head of hair when she pulled herself closer to his body.  The action, while strangely... nice? is still odd.  As a plush he always served as the recipient rather than a participant so even this oh so familiar motion was, again, unfamiliar territory.

Speaking of territory....

Craning his head and drawing back slightly, Mister Round Bottom glances down at Misty.

Fleshy Folk sure are built oddly, he observes with a puzzled frown.  Why would you need padding here of all places? the curious plushie asks as he first stares at then grabs the odd fleshy globes on his owner's chest.

Mister Round Bottom blinks before peering down at himself this time.

And why do I have a stick sewn onto my body?

[Anastasia]

As Mister Round Bottom stares at the 'twig' sewn into his new body, Misty moans. It's a moan of both pain and something else, as she twists slightly. There is a momentary pause, as her still reddish eyes open.

Then another, secondary pause, as she looks ahead. Her eyes meet yours, just returning from twig inspection. Then, they go wonderfully wide...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PEEEERRRRRVVEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRT! RAPIST!" she screams, the next few things happening swiftly - her body jerking away, a hand slapping your face, and a scrambling girl!

[Liddo-kun]

The screaming hurt his ears and scared the piss out of him (not literally), but the slap was worst of all.

Pain.

Definitely not something he was accustomed to.

Scurrying away from the girl he thought he knew, as quickly as possible, he eventually meets the wall by her bed and can go no further.  Panicked eyes look for some other venue of escape, but finding none, he resorts to gingerly touching/shielding his stinging cheeks nervous that yet another was soon coming.

He'd been flung across the room before and even stepped on, but it never felt like this.  This felt BAD and bad was NOT good.

[Anastasia]

In a flash, Misty is up and panicking. Her hands run over her body and dress, a rapid fire string of questions falling from her mouth. "Oh my God! Have I been groped? Violated? Abused? Molested? Manhandled," she rattles off, her hands patting down her body. "Oh God...now no one will want to marry me, and I'll never have kids or a family, and....waaaaaah!" she cries, falling to her knees.

For a moment, anyway, as her crying jag stops shortly when she realises that a certain plush cum human is still in the room.

"Who are you want what are you doing in my roomGETOUTAAAH!" she begins, trailing off again. "You're NAKED! AAAAAAAH!" Her eyes go to your middle body, and that strange protruding twig. Her face goes BEET RED, eyes locked on it.

Gee, is it sprouting leaves or something?

[Liddo-kun]

Mister Round Bottom follow the path her eyes take and blinks.  What is it about this stick that's so interesting?  I bet it gets in the way when I sit or something.  Seeing that Misty was still not with the functioning world.  What, is it magical or something?  You'd think it summons water or makes babies or something.

Still rubbing his raw cheek and finding it cold now without her body heat, he ventures forth with his first attempt at speech, "Mi...s...ty?"

[Anastasia]

"Kyaaa!" she yelps. "How do you know my name? Oh God, you're a perverted stalker!" Declaring it so, her eyes still wander to your stick again - she certainly seems to be interested in it.

A second later, she tears her gaze from that. "Don't violate me! I'll call the police and sue for child support," she goes on, inching towards the wall. "I don't want to be a teenage mother and never get married!"

[Liddo-kun]

There was a blink.  Most of what she said blowing right over his head, but seeing that her attention was once more drifting he places a hand to cover his stick from view.  "You can play with it later or something, I'm speaking here," he tells her, a smidge grumpily.

"I'm not sure what a... 'stalker' is, but I've known you since you were five years old, so of course I'd know your name, Misty."  Mister Round Bottom said it rather matter of factly, as if stating a simple point of fact.

[Anastasia]

Waving her hands in front of her, "I-I-I don't want to play with it!" she exclaims, cheeks even redder. As she half incoherently stammers that out, she hears you next words.

Her hair goes straight up as she leaps up in shock, panicking. "Oh, I knew it!  You are a stalker!" she says, shivering. "You've been watching me that long?! You've waited until my parents are out of town to plunder this innocent maiden's charms!"

[Liddo-kun]

Tiring a bit he sits on the bed, covering himself to shield from the cold and Misty's roving eyes.

"Your parents bought me for your birthday," Mister Round Bottom begins, a tad miffed that he has to explain what he sees as being so obvious.  Still seeing the distrustful gaze though, "You just cried yourself to bed asking me to always be with you."

Resting his chin on his palm, he waited for the heavenly bodies in Misty's mental constellation to align themselves properly.

[Anastasia]

Her two heavenly bodies are already aligned thanks to her dress and bra, but her less stellar brain makes an effort to join them. She blinks once and then twice at your words, a, "Huh," escaping her lips as she does a pretty good imitation of a fish mouth. "Wait, wait, wait....wha?" she says in confusion, staring again.

[Liddo-kun]

"Mister Round Bottom," he tells her slowly before elaborating.  "Look, I even have the mark where that nasty Naito kid pulled my arm off to make you cry," the ex-plushie says, tracing a line around his shoulder.  "But you stitched it back on so it wasn't too bad."

[Anastasia]

There is an odd reddish scar there, something that wouldn't occur on a normal human. Of course, Mister Round Bottom fails the normal check on every level ever imagined, so...

"Wha..." she says, mouth agape as she stares. "But...but....that's impossible!" she exclaims finally. "No way!" Nodding quickly, "Stuffed animals can't turn into naked perverts just like that. It's just not the way the world works," Misty goes on. "Besides, if you ARE Mister Round Bottom, you'll still have the Mitsuki stamp on your bottom."