The doll is transforming

With a yelp you drop the doll, shaking your hand to dispel the lingering pins and needles after effects of the shock.

"What the hell," you grumble, "is that someone's idea of a joke?"

Your eyes fall back to doll, wondering if you dare pick it up again, but as you look you realize something very strange is happening. The doll is growing, so slowly at first that you almost convince yourself it must be your imagination but no, it's definitely getting bigger. After just a few minutes she's doubled in sized, and with every inch she grows she looks less like a doll and more like a real human woman.

You pace back and forth uncertain what to do.

Should you call someone?

Call who?

And tell them what?

"Hello, a Barbie doll electrocuted me and now she's turning into an Australian film star."

Yeah, right! Men in white coats would be knocking on your door before you can say "Take me away Matron" No thank you!

You kneel next to the life-like and now seemingly life-sized doll torn wondering if you shouldn't just keep her in your room. (She'd certainty be a talking point when you have company) When she suddenly she sucks in a gasping breath and sits bolt upright.

"Hey wait a minute," she says fierce blue eyes taking in her surroundings and you, "This ain't the Acme factory and you ain't my Puddin'. What are you tryna pull here mister?"