Okay, this is supposed to be really dumb. It was amusing for me to write, so I wrote it! And the reason Logan switches back and forth from American Girl doll and American Boy doll is because he is a trans-gender meanie and no one likes him.
Now that that's cleared up, off to the story.
As Logan stood outside the doors of the American Girl Doll Factory, he felt a slight flutter in his stomach. He had been waiting for this day for so many years, and it was finally upon him. He was going to purchase the new American Boy Doll of his dreams- Rodrigio. Rodrigio had come to him in his dreams, beckoning him to the wonderful place called Rodrigio-land. Logan had never before confessed his profound love of the American Girl Doll, but now was his time to shine. The world needed to know. So he opened the door.
A brilliant breeze shot him in the face when he entered the building, sending him falling to the granite floor. His body made a hollow thunk as his lifeless form bounced on the hard floor that echoed throughout the store. The breeze smelled of flowers, and he knew he was at home. "Would you like a sample of this Strawberry Delight perfume, miss?" a kind looking lady asked him once he had regained consciousness. Logan had worn an embroidered skirt and baby blue crocs, hoping to take on the appearance of a girl.
"Of course I would! Everyone loves fruit spray!" he responded giddily. After drowning himself in Strawberry Delight, he decided to make a stop at the hair salon and makeup counter. In the beauty parlor, Logan chose French braid hair extensions and red highlights. His hair looked fabulous. At the makeup counter, he tried on many different shades of peach, but finally decided on blue lip stick, red eye liner, and lavender sparkles.
This was not enough. His next stop was the clothing department. He tried on a dress, tank top, jumpsuit, and a glittery pink cow boy hat. In the end, he resolved that a pair of High School Musical sneakers, red checkered overalls, and a Bratz bandana would go with his outfit well. Confidence was brewing within him. He had never felt so alive in his entire life. Everyone would finally know and love the true Logan Hansberger. He was ready.
A security guard greeted him with a smile as he walked through the doors to the Doll Emporium. Surrounding him, wall to wall, everywhere he looked, were dolls. Stacked on top of each other, wrapped in boxes and ribbon, towering to the ceiling, were dolls. There was too much excitement to describe within Logan, and he began his hunt for the treasure. Samantha, Kit, Josephina, Molly, they were all there! But where was Rodrigio? He was no where to be found!
"Excuse me, sir, but where can I find Rodrigio? I have combed this store back and forth, but he is no where to be found!" Logan asked a store clerk. "I'm sorry, miss, but I haven't the slightest idea of the doll that you speak of. Perhaps you are mistaken." He replied. Oh no, Logan thought to himself. This can't be! It was all a lie! There was no Rodrigio, and it was all a lie! Before he knew it, Logan was bawling like a spastic baby fawn with an angry pancreas.
His dreams! His hopes! His wishes! They were all lies. It was all over. Now what would he do? The only thing that he could think of was to go home and drink some lime water. For some reason, water with a hint of lime always helped to sooth his troubles. With this thought, he ripped out his hair extension, wiped off his glitter, and shrugged off his crocs. He knew that things would never be as he had wanted them, but he would have to cope.
