She walked out of the toy store empty handed, having not bought anything, her money, not enough. So she looked down and sighed.
"Ah? What's that shiny green thing on the floor?" she asked, picking it up.
"It's a beautiful stone," she remarked. "I wonder why no one has picked it up."
Suddenly, the stone gave a faint green glow, and she felt a bit weird. Her hands, one previously in front of her chest, the other holding her hips, suddenly were forced to move to her sides, in mid air. Her hands and arms unable to move or bend, she was stiff there.
She took a good look at the stone she was holding once more, but then she dropped it. Or rather, it dropped itself. Her stone-holding hand started to turn white, soon reaching her elbow, and starting in her other hand as well.
She wanted to call for help, but nobody seemed to notice a little girl like her, so she tried to run back home. But try as she might, she couldn't. Her legs in stockings were stuck solid, her feet in Mary Jane's wouldn't budge a bit.
Her dress, it turned pink, becoming a puffy pinafore, with a bit of wooden crinoline underneath. She stared at her dress in amazement, as a small white apron materialized itself around her waist.
At this point in time, her arms were all white and stiff, as well as her legs. All white and stiff were the limbs. Next was her body. Slowly crept up a feeling in her abdomen, her abdomen becoming fully solid and hard, the elasticity and mobility flowing out of her. Her belly, once jelly, turned hard. On her head, a pink and white bonnet formed, tied around her head, down to her chin.
As the feeling crept up to her neck, she felt that she couldn't do anything else, so she had the urge to cry. However, she couldn't. Her head, previously looking down, around her brand new dress, had been forced to look in front, her neck also porcelain.
Her hair turned brown from blond,
her cheek muscles losing sensitivity. Her jaws unable to move, she was forced into a smile, with her lips sealed up and painted red. Her nose it tingled, turning not red but white. Her forehead was white as chalk, leaving only her eyes balls, able to look around, until her eyeballs could move no longer, freezing in place, only facing straight in front.
"What... What am I but a statue?" she thought. "Wait, I can still think?"
In addition to that, she could hear, feel and see, but not respond.
"Just my luck. Went to buy something, turned into something."
And so she stood there silently, in front of the toy store.
"Hey, what's this?" a familiar, quite familiar voice asked. "You shouldn't be here. Let me bring you in."
She felt two rough hands holding her, then noticed that it was the shopkeeper.
"Ding!" the store door bell rang.
"Ahh, you're so heavy. Well, you can be my shop decoration."
"Ahhh!? A shop decoration!?" thought she. Unable to move, she remained a statue, a decoration in the toy shop, welcoming kids and parents alike.
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