Chapter 3
A half a dozen of his friends and both his parents immediately began to shout at him from inside his own head, berating him for daring to think such a thing. Easy for them to say, though. They could make themselves look however they wanted to. Their lower bodies didn’t stop functioning for days after an attempted workout. Sure, his chest and his arms were in decent shape, but his midsection would never get beyond okay. And the rest of him would never even get thatfar. For him, it was neverleg day. He knew how he looked, like someone had taken two vastly different dolls and welded them together at the waist. He was the Toy Storymutant in real life—on the top, a normal Ken doll albeit with a deep scowl and a tendency to wear his hair too long, and on the bottom, the spindly, awkwardly bent legs and feet of a spider. His friends and family would never know what it felt like to get naked in front of someone else while looking like that. They couldn’t.