Howdy! Back with another story! This one is going to be a long story and I'm so excited to be writing this. I always see something more and deep every time I look at Jessie so I'm going to tackle a story of how Jessie got to where she is now through fighting loneliness and storage from being a favorite toy and a leader all the way to finding Andy's gang and falling in love with Buzz Lightyear. I want to thank jessiejane10 as always for helping me find some toys that will pop in from time to time and the inspiration.
As always, TS/Disney/Pixar/and those weird dolls listed above are not mine.
September 9th, 1955.
"Okay big girl, you can start opening your presents now."
A 5 year old brunette girl looked up at her mother with giddiness in her eyes as she smiled up at her. She got up off the kitchen chair with her braided pigtails bouncing behind her as she settled on the floor and picked up the first present and started tearing off the bright, yellow wrapping paper.
"Bed covers?" asked the girl, scrunching up her nose.
"Yes, Emily. Just look at the tag and read what it says," replied the girl's mother.
"Wo-Woody's Rah-r-Roundup; JESSIE COVERS!" came the surprise shriek from Emily.
Emily started to watch the show, Woody's Roundup, and instantly became a huge fan of one of the main characters named Jessie. Jessie is a cowgirl with long red hair that is braided down her back. She wears western attire and cowgirl boots with a crimson red hat resting on her head. She is shown as a very brave, tall, and beautiful cowgirl who's not afraid of anything, and that's why Emily loved her so much.
Emily looked down at her very own pair of cowgirl boots and smiled. She wanted to be just like Jessie when she grew up; brave and strong.
Emily grabbed the next present and one by one she opened the rest of them revealing Jessie related gifts like a little guitar, a lunch box, and her very own genuine Jessie cowgirl hat. After the last present, her father pulled another gift out of the cabinet and handed it to Emily.
Emily started peeling back the red and yellow colored paper and paused. She looked at her presents which where almost all Jessie themed.
As the gift was revealed from underneath the paper, Emily's face broke out into a huge, excited smile.
She got her very own Jessie the Cowgirl doll.
"A Jessie doll! I got a Jessie doll! Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!" she yelled as she jumped around.
"Well lets go to your room and take her out of the box, sweetheart," said Emily's mother as her and her husband brought the rest of Emily's presents to her room.
After a couple of minutes of fumbling with the box, Jessie was out of the box and in Emily's hands. All Emily could do was stare down at the doll in excitement and wonder. She ran her hands through Jessie's vibrant red and yarn hair.
"You're gonna be my new best friend, Jessie. Oh Mommy, I love her so much already!" exclaimed Emily and hugged Jessie.
"Now you have a friend to go on adventures with at the park," replied her mother.
All through the rest of Emily's birthday party she had Jessie either in her little hands, or sitting next to her while eating birthday cake. As the party ended and Emily's relatives went home, she started to get ready for bed. Emily started to put her new flannel pajamas on and she put her doll, named Ginny, up on the dresser and plopped her new cowgirl doll into the empty spot on the bed. She brushed her teeth and settled under the covers and smiled remembering all the presents she got.
Emily reached over and grabbed her new friend and tucked Jessie under her arm.
"I love you Jessie; see you in the morning," yawned Emily and closed her eyes.
As Emily's breathing started to even out indicating the child was dreaming, the cowgirl doll started to take in a breath, then another as she slowly broke out of toy mode for the first time. Carefully, she wiggled her way out from underneath her new owner's grasp and stood up, shaking a little at the sensation of using her legs for the first time.
As Jessie came alive for the first time, she looked down at her hands, then down at her cow print- chapped pants and her cowgirl boots and looked up and saw Emily's mirror on the side of the room. Quietly, Jessie crept down the bed and up to the desk chair and hoisted herself up onto the vanity and observed herself in the mirror.
She had big, almost bug like, green eyes, a cute button nose and pale pink lips that contrasted with her crimson red, yarn hair that was braided with a yellow bow holding it together. Looking at herself for the first time, she approved at what she saw. In her opinion, she was average looking and that was good enough for her. Jessie wasn't one to impress anyways.
She ran a hand down her hair smiling at how soft it was. Jessie then moved her hand to the top of her head where her large cowgirl hat sat atop it. She smiled at how much it defined her character and herself as a cowgirl doll. Jessie vowed to herself that night to never let that hat leave her sight.
When Jessie was finished observing herself in the mirror, she took a good look around the room and noticed that her new owner was a big western girl. She had a couple stuffed animals and toy horses everywhere; which were fast asleep on top of her dresser. She also had pictures of horses and various Woody's Roundup posters here and there with Jessie on them.
Jessie also noticed the fresh, out of the box cowgirl hat that complimented the one she wore herself; hanging on the bed post beside the sleeping Emily. Jessie couldn't help but love the little girl already and couldn't wait to start her new life with Emily.
"Hey, Cowgirl! Come down here for a minute!" loudly whispered a voice from the floor, breaking Jessie out of her trance. She looked down and saw the blonde Ginny doll she saw earlier, who Emily placed on top of the dresser before bedtime.
Ginny was with two other China looking dolls that were both brunette and a lot older looking and the three of them shared a smirk that Jessie didn't see; whispering about Jessie's clothes and her hair.
"Howdy!" Jessie waved kindly and smiled down at them. She carefully climbed down the vanity, still trying to adjust to using her legs and feet. When she got to the chair to prepare her descend down, she lost her footing and fell to the hardwood floor with a little clank which caused the three dolls to start giggling and scoffing.
"Did the little, brave cowgirl hurt herself?" smirked Ginny.
Jessie missed the sarcasm in Ginny's voice thinking she was expressing concern. Jessie smiled at the three dolls.
"No, um, I'm fine. Just that floor is as hard as a horse's hoof. Anyways, ya guys wanted to talk to me?" asked Jessie. She started to get self-conscious as she stood before these beautiful dolls with the curly hair and the poofy dresses. Jessie started to run her hands through her hair nervously as Ginny stood close to her and spoke.
"Listen Cowgirl, you have some nerve coming into this room and taking over. Enjoy the little time you have with Emily because she will outgrow you in a month. If you think she will want to be a cowgirl forever then you're wrong. She went from wanting to be a princess, to an ice skater, and now to a cowgirl. It's just a phase, you won't be here for long", said Ginny; tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"You're wrong, Miss. I'm sorry if ya feel threatened by little old me, but Emily said she loves me and I know I already love her. I have no intentions of "taking over", as you call it, anything; especially your bond with Emily. Maybe you're right that it's a phase, but I don't think she will easily give up her toys," responded Jessie and started to walk away, but turned back around.
"Besides, she still kept you, PRINCESS," spat Jessie and stormed back to the bed hearing little whispers behind her.
"Oh my, she's so weird. She's not even that pretty for a cowgirl," Jessie heard one of the China dolls whispering to an open mouthed Ginny and she walked back to the bed trying to hold back a sob.
When Jessie reached the bed, she carefully snuggled under Emily's arm and lied closer to her new owner, and sniffled. She didn't know why those dolls didn't like her and she didn't do anything wrong; as far as she knew. Jessie liked meeting new toys and she was a genuinely nice doll. What did she do to make those dolls so angry?
Jessie didn't question herself anymore when she closed her eyes and felt herself grow tired. She kept a firm belief that her life will be a great one with Emily and that things will get tons better. Maybe it was because she was the new toy in the room and everyone was skeptical that she would replace some toys with being the new favorite.
Tomorrow was a new day, and she was going to reassure everyone that she had no intent on hogging Emily's attention.
Jessie closed her eyes and dreamed of riding her horse with the wind whipping her hair around; helping Sheriff Woody save the day.
There's the first chapter, folks! Please stayed tuned!