Willy awoke with a groan, not realising he’d passed out until that moment. He opened his eyes to darkness. It felt like a heavy blanket was covering him head to toe and with an annoyed sigh he tried to pull it off of him, but it was so heavy and so big.
To big even. It must have been more like the tarpaulin you put over a car to protect it than a blanket in size. With an annoyed grunt he rolled over and started crawling for what he hoped was the edge of whatever this was. He revised his estimate; it wasn’t a tarpaulin, it was a small circus tent. How had he gotten under a circus tent? He thought. No, better yet, why was he under it?
Before he could mull the questions over his head broke free and he scrambled forwards, shrugging the ‘tent’ off of him. Blinking against the sudden light, he squinted and looked around. It was at this point he noticed two things. One: everything looked far larger than it ought to; and Two: he was naked!
“Ah!” said a voice from behind him “You’re awake, good. You’re lucky I saw you transforming, otherwise the groundskeepers might have found your clothes in a heap on the sidewalk and thrown them in the trash, you along with them.”
Covering his dignity, Willy slowly turned and looked up into the face of his rescuer.