Jen heard the bus pull to a stop near the driveway. Her fall had left her body mostly deflated, and she felt a little like a jellyfish that had washed up on the beach. She tried to reach out with a non-existent hand, but her pink, rubbery body just quivered on the carpeted floor. She felt tears beginning to well up again, followed by a fresh flush of anger at that little twerp, Kyle! "If nothing else," Jen said aloud, "I need to find a way to get back at him..."
She closed her eyes and focused on her body. She needed to pump herself up, but realized, with a chill, that she couldn't simply take a deep breath. She no longer had a set of lungs, after all. Jen put that thought aside and instead, pictured doing a push-up. In her mind's eye, she pictured herself lying face-down, and placed her palms on the carpet. Fixing on the image, she flexed her body 'inward,' forcing the bag beneath her head to stretch upward. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, gulping air as if taking a deep breath. The sensation of her body filling up was very alien to her, but, she thought, it's not unpleasant. In a couple seconds, she was fully inflated, her eye-level at about the height of the knob at the...front door.
"Oh crap," Jen cursed, "I have no way to open the damned door!"
As if on cue, the door opened. Jen was greeted with the sight of her fellow cheerleader, Piper. Before Jen could speak, Piper placed a practiced hand behind Jen's head, while the other hand deftly picked up the rubber neck of Jen's "whopper hole" and lifted her body into the air.
"Thanks for waiting by the landing, Jen," Piper said, "The driver says we're running late." Jen was dumbstruck as Piper carried her out the door and skipped across the sidewalk to the waiting bus. She briefly thought that Piper must look like she's about to play an oversized, pink rubber set of bagpipes, but shook her head, trying to banish the image.
Piper sat in an open booth and placed Jen in the opposite booth. Her balloony body couldn't sit flat in the seat, and sat at a steep angle. Jen's chin sunk into what felt to her like her belly. She noticed that her tail-like rubber whoopie tunnel hung limply over the side of the seat. Unable to speak, she tried to move this unfamiliar appendage. She could swish it back and forth, just a bit. When she tried to part her rubber "lips" she let out a soft ::pwfft:: sound. Piper turned and giggled at Jen. The bus came to a slow stop, and Jen heard the door open.