But Jenny, turns out, had other plans for me. As I accepted my fate and waited for whatever was next to come, I felt myself being pushed, squeezed, stretched. Like I was taffy being run through a machine. Or clay being shoved through a series of tight pipes. My senses expanded and contracted along with my body, now overwhelmed, now dull.
What the hell is going on now, I thought to myself. Then I felt a sickening sensation of falling, falling, falling for miles, a fall down an endless dark tunnel. There was a light at the end and, feeling a surge of optimism, I tried to run for it. Well, crawl. Or slide. Or squirm. Whatever it was, I tried to get there.
Then suddenly there was light, intense and blinding. Light and water. I landed with a splash in the ocean, and I struggled and kicked and screamed to get to the surface. Then I heard Jenny's familiar, adorable, yet terrifying giggling, and I saw where I was.
I was my normal size, in my bathtub, splashing around in waist-high water. Jenny was squatting at the other end, a big smile on her face, her legs spread wide. She looked exhausted and ecstatic. I didn't want to ask her where or how I left her body, I was only thankful that I had and decided to leave it at that.
Jenny, too, seemed satisfied with the result. "That was fun, Leo!" she said, clambering out of the tub and starting to dry herself. "We really should do that again some other time..."
I groaned inwardly. Here we go again.
~ The End ~ (of Chapter 1)