James was scooped up by a pair of giant hands.
"There you are, little guy," said a strangely familiar voice with a soft chuckle. "Thought you were lost."
James was freaking out. The hands slowly turned around, revealing a massive version of his own face staring back at him. "That witch sure is a bitch, isn't she?"
He was being held by himself. He was no longer a person, just a frog, being held by a frog that now owned his body. He felt fis former grip tighten around him.
"She put me in that frog body a few years ago and has just been hanging around mocking me," he said. "So I am happy to be free, even if I went from being the top jock in my school to this... older body. I will not go back to living your current life, so I need to make sure she can't find you again. I think I will...