Jen's massive body bounce and jiggled all over, driving her crazy as it stomped through the night without a single swap. She traveled the next day and into the next night without swapping as well, fearing the worst she found herself in Venice, California, not even a two blocks away from the beach. Her body somehow had navigated further north, but was taking it's time getting to the pacific as if to gloat. It turned a corner and bashed into a giant leg.
Jen looked up for a split second and saw the most ridiculous statue she had ever seen, a ballerina, standing on a crate, with a giant clown's head. Then the statue became even more ridiculous as it was now a stripper with a clowns head. She looked down at her body and found, although still huge, it was only sixteen feet tall, her neck appeared normal, matching the body, but her hands looked comically large. Jen waited for the body to start running, hoping it would bash into someone else, and she could at least be normal, even if it were male.