You move your eyes to sweet tea and click. The change is sudden as you contort into the shape of a large glass pitcher filled near to the brim with delicious Lemonade.
After about a minute your mother walks in and sees the pitcher on the table.
"I can't believe he left this in here, has he never heard of sharing, oh, I could use a break for a while."
Your mother carries you out by the handle, drops a few ice cubes in you, and sets you down outside on the back porch next to several empty glasses.
She pours you into one of the glasses and lays down in her favorite chair.
She takes small sips while relaxing.
"Ooh, how sweet it is. Did Jeffrey make this?"
You can feel part of your self splashing inside of her throat and stomach...