A thought suddenly flashed through my panicking, air-deprived brain: the phone! I could call for help if only I could manage to get to it. I tried moving but had to wait for my body to reach its final stage, for the transformation to be complete before I could do anything.
Once I measured barely more than fifteen centimeters, I tried flopping towards my phone as I started seeing stars. My small lungs were burning painfully as everyone of my scales itched like they had been stinged with poison-ivy. Unused as I was with this new body of mine, I misjudged the angle and ended up rolling to the side and into the shallow pond. The relief was instant but I was bitterly reminded of my situation when I looked around me: the pond was truly small, just a place that was meant to relax; it wasn’t big enough to give a comfortable home to a koï fish. I sighed as I looked at the phone, my only possible way out of this mess.
I swam around a bit, trying to get a feel on my situation. Why in the world did I not put more water in here? My back fin was poking out of water as my belly scraped against the floor. Nonetheless, I still managed to get a grasp of how accelerating worked without going askew and charged towards the pond’s edge. With one final bat of my tail, I lunged out of the water and knocked myself silly on the phone, pushing it over on the ground.