A Plan Afoot

Genine was almost a foot taller than Karen, and thus was alpha girl.
This, however, didn't stop Karen coveting Genie's dollop, Tomm
Moore, in place of her own (named 'dollop', but that's kids for you).
Essentially slaves, dollops are normal fellas like you and me, just
unlucky enough to have been caught sleeping in the woods.
They get trawled by upper class 'gangs' on Sunday mornings.
Feckin' ponces.
Once scraped down and washed they are constricted into what
they call 'dollsuits' ... so what they end up as is a living doll.
Only able to move their heads and cry for help, but nobody is
listening.
This has been going on for years, generations of girls growing
up with such cruelly imagined playthings ... until somehow last
Friday, when Tomm managed to grab a razor blade with his
mouth and stash it in his romper.
For three days now, Tomm has been slowly scraping inside his
suit .... and now, now starts the plan.
While she was sleeping, afternoon nap like, Dollop whispered in
Karen's ear over and over that it was time, that the revolution was
now. Karen, waking up, just thought she was having a mad dream,
but still, her feckles were up, and she just kept picking at Genine.
The time was now, the escape was entering part one .. freedom
on it's way ....