Playing with my daughters

My wife is a witch, and she keeps things interesting around the house. You never really know what she’s going to do. She doesn’t abuse her power or anything, but she does have a sense of humor in how she approaches her magic. This is one of those instances.

I was sitting on the couch reading the paper when my wife walked into the room.

“Hey honey, I’m going to the store. Will you keep an eye on the girls?”

“Sure babe.” I said as I didn’t look up from my paper.

“You know they’d really like it if you went in the other room and played barbies with them.”

“Uh huh. As soon as I’m done reading the paper babe.” 

“Fine. You left me no choice.” I then heard my wife mumbling some gibberish and felt the paper slip out of my hand as I felt myself quickly shrinking and transforming. The paper fell on top of me before I could get a grip on what happened.

My wife walked over to where I was sitting and lifted the newspaper off of me. Now I could see that my wife had made me about 8 inches tall and gave me the body of a Barbie doll! She reached down and grabbed me around the waist before I could even get my bearings and lifted my doll sized body up to her gigantic face.

“I’m going to take you into the girls room and you’re going to play barbies with them and keep an eye on them, got it?” 

I stared into my wife’s huge face as she spoke to me. She had unlimited control over me and at my current size I wasn’t in any position to argue. “Do I really have a choice? Did you really have to literally make me a barbie doll?”

“No you don’t! And I think the girls will have much more fun playing with you like this. If I were you I’d embrace it and enjoy yourself! I’ll only be gone a couple hours so you will be fine.”

The kids knew of their mothers magical abilities and were used to strange things happening around the house so they weren’t surprised when their mom walked in with a living Barbie doll.

“Girls, this is your dad. He wanted to play barbies with you so I turned him into one. Isn’t that awesome of daddy?” My wife said as she placed me on the floor in front of them. I looked up at them realizing how big they were and just how small I was.

“Yay! Thank you daddy for being a Barbie!” One of them reaches over and grabbed me around the waist

“Easy girls be careful with me! I’m not a toy I’m your daddy! You can hurt me if your not careful!”

My wife stood up to leave. “Be careful with your daddy girls, don’t hurt him. I’ll be back in a couple hours.” My wife looked at me as my daughters had me in their grasp. “Have fun honey!” She winked and walked out the door.