I woke up in what appears to be a giant dollhouse wearing doll clothes. Female doll clothes. I don't know where I am or why I am dressed like this.

You probably want to know who I am.

My name is Roy Harper.

I'm the adopted son of Oliver Queen.

Yeah yeah, I'm a rich kid. So what?

It doesn't change who I am or the current situation.

I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.

I'll explain after my head clears I'm pretty sure I was drugged.

By who you might ask? Well, I would like to know that too.

I'd also like to know what I was drugged with but that's another story.

Though I am also afraid to find out.

He opens the door and...

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A/N Hey guys I'm still going to try and progress the story though I don't think I'll be up for writing massive chapters at least for a few weeks so my stories are mostly going to be these little snippets until I can get up the concentration to actually write a huge chapter. I'll try to make this chapter as long as I can handle though. I think plus this authors note I just might make it to 250 words which are more than I've written since my dog died. Wish me luck. I'm going to try and do a few chapters like this. Maybe even more words than this.

I'm feeling a little better actually. I mostly just feel numb now instead of hurting like crazy. So I might be able to power through a few chapters.