You woke up in a world populated by people who have been brainwashed into thinking they are dolls. The transition was gradual but inevitable. The once-familiar sense of reality began to blur as you noticed everyone around you wearing cheerful expressions, meticulously applied makeup, and vibrant, frilly dresses in various shades of pink. Conversations centered around fashion, tea parties, and the latest doll accessories. The atmosphere was infectiously cheerful, and the influence was impossible to resist. Soon, you found yourself embracing the same lifestyle, your former self fading into a distant memory.

Each morning, you eagerly applied your makeup, ensuring every detail was perfect. Your wardrobe, filled with cute pink dresses and accessories, became a source of immense joy. You reveled in the girlish charm, feeling a sense of belonging in this whimsical world. It was a life where simplicity and happiness were paramount, and the complexities of the past seemed trivial.

One sunny afternoon, as you were arranging your collection of ribbons and bows, a gentle knock echoed through your cozy pink cottage. Curiosity piqued, you hurried to the door, smoothing out the ruffles of your dress. Opening it, you were greeted by a dazzling figure. She stood there with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with the same childlike wonder that now filled your own.

"Hi, I’m Bella Dolly, and you must be Abigale Dolly. I’m your neighbor," she chirped, her voice as sweet as sugar.