As Jen's eyes adjusted after the flash, she looked down. She screamed. Her vision, as wide as she could see, was filled with rubbery pink. She was also quite low to the ground, only about two feet off of it. She felt another hole on her body, quite far from her. "This can't be real, no way," Jen said. She had to get to a mirror.
Realizing she felt no limbs, Jen soon realized her predicament - she had to hop. But how? She began by trying to move her head forwards, but this was futile. She tried rocking, which gained some success, and with enough rocking momentum she managed to begin to hop. She stopped after one hop, however, when she heard a tell-tale noise, and felt a peculiar feeling from her other hole - prrrrt. "Oh, no, no no No," she said, coming to the realization that her new body was that of a whoopie cushion! Jen began to cry, desperate now to see her new form in the mirror. She couldn't believe the curse had worked, that that little shit had done this to her! Her tears turned angry, and she began to hastily hop with all her might to the mirror. This took a long time, however, considering how little she could move per hop with her gigantic, flat, cushiony body. Hop. Prrrrt. Hop. Prrrt. Hop. Prrrt.
Eventually she reached the mirror, where she was met with quite the sight. Situated on top of the largest whoopie cushion she'd ever seen was her head - easily set 3 feet back, making her new body 6 feet in diameter to Jen's estimation! "Oh, I'm going to kill that boy," Jen swore to herself to seek revenge on Kyle. However, she had a larger issue... how was she to fit through the door?
Jen hopped and hopped to the door, reaching it after a few minutes had passed. By now she was less jarred by the noise each landing made, but was still not amused. She felt her pink, rubbery body press against the door frame. She tried hopping into it, to no avail. She tried harder, managing to bend her empty body against the doorframe. Slowly she hopped, squeezing slowly though the door. After almost 20 minutes, she was out.
But the stairs, oh the stairs. Jen expected her large body to keep her more steady, but this was not the case. Jen's family being as rich as they are, their modern house's glass stairs lacked a railing (for that sleek, stylish look). Jen cursed this fact as she hopped on the stairs, only to realize quickly that she only half fit. She felt herself slip and fall, helpless to stop it. Prrrrrrrrrrt, she screamed out of both her mouth and whoopie hole, realizing now that she could inadvertently also control the noise output - yet she was helpless to stop it once she settled. "At least I'm mostly cushion," she thought, amazed by how soft her landing was even after falling from a story up.
Then she heard her bus pull up. Time was of the essence...