Paul and Chang had entered into a room that was oddly filled with wax works dummies that were all little girls, all in various types of clothes, going as far back to what little girls wore in the Medieval Era.

There was one particular wax work doll that caught Paul Oldfield’s attention, it was a wax works dummy of a pretty Prima Ballerina, she was wearing a pretty frilly, pink tutu, white tights and pink Ballet shoes.

Paul began to remove his back pack, Chang Lee looked on curious, Chang smiled as Paul began to take out of his back pack two sets of cans of spray paint, he handed two different colours to Chang, who gladly took them.

Paul began to unscrew the caps of the two cans of spray paint he had for himself, Chang did the same thing and removed the caps of his cans of spray paint, Paul began to defile the beautiful Ballerina wax works dummy.

The beautiful Ballerina wax works dummy had been completely and utterly ruined by bad Graffiti, Paul and Chang then began to work on defiling all the other wax works dummies, Chang suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Say, those two were not there before, were they?”

Paul looked at Chang as though he had gone mad. “What on Earth are you talking about?”
“Those two little girl dolls, just right there…”

Remarked Chang in alarm as he pointed just past where Paul was stood, he turned around to look and sure enough, two little girl dolls dressed like babies had suddenly appeared from nowhere.

“What the… how did they get here?”
“How the Hell should I know?” Just then, to Paul’s and Chang’s horror and disbelief, the two little girl dolls eyes glowed a demonic red, then they began to grow to the the size of an adult.

The first girl doll moved toward Chang and then grabbed hold of him from behind in a Full Nelson which forced him to watch helplessly Paul being grabbed by the sides of his arms, by the second girl doll.

Paul’s body suddenly became limp like a rag doll, his clothes melted away from his limp body, as though some one had poured corrosive acid all over him, the girl doll that held Paul, gently placed his naked body on the floor.

Then she glided wraith like across the floor and grabbed hold of the defiled Ballerina wax works dummy, by the side of her arms, she suddenly crumpled to a pile of dust under the girl doll’s inhuman grip, as the pile of dust hit the floor, only the tutu, the white tights and the pink Ballet shoes had remained all in one piece.

They fell, but suddenly they all appeared neatly folded over the girl doll’s, now out-stretched arms, she glided back towards Paul’s limp naked body.

She then began to put the tights over Paul’s feet, then pull them all the way up around his waist, then on went the pretty pink ballet shoes which somehow were made to fit Paul’s boyish sized feet, then on went the pretty frilly pink tutu, which was of Paul’s size too.

A dainty pink tiara was put on-top of Paul’s head, then suddenly, all of Paul’s flesh stiffened until it was all completely turned into solid wax, with Paul’s transformation now complete.

The first doll that held Chang, now suddenly let Chang go, who ran off screaming like a girl, but as he took the first turn, everything somehow began to change around him.

Even so, Chang ran on crying his eyes out, but he had become trapped somehow in some sort of a twisted ever shifting maze.

Meanwhile… Ian McMillan and Roy Stevens had entered into a room that was filled with double wardrobes and dresser drawers. “What? This Manor house is crazy.” Remarked Ian to Roy, who laughed. “Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“I bet you anything that all of these wardrobes here are all completely filled with baby girls frocks and that these drawers are all filled with those awful girly pretty plastic baby pants.”

“Oh come on, I refuse to believe that.”
“Oh yeah… so what do you think that’s in these wardrobes and the dresser drawers?”

“I bet you anything that the dresser drawers are actually are all filled with precious jewellery and that the wardrobes are filled with very expensive suits.”

Ian’s lips pursed into a wide smile, as Roy was the sort of boy who always wore suits, which Mark always approved of. Ian loved to bet and he now had a sudden idea.

“OK, you’re on, if I win the forfeit for you is that you have to wear any of the baby girl clothing of my choice.”

“What? No way.” Remarked Roy in protest. Ian smiled, as he taunted Roy. “Are you afraid to lose? If I lose you can impose the same conditions if you want to or anything else for that matter.”

Roy could not refuse the bet, he smiled at Ian. “OK, in that case I will if I win, you have to wear those pretty frilly pink knickers that Mark has in his back pack.”