Roger could feel himself change. His head spun. He felt dizzy. The world was a complete swirl. And it was getting out of proportions. Bigger. The ground was rushing towards him. The only thing that stays constant is the mischievous smile of the brunette and the evil glint in her eyes. Who is she? A witch?
When the ground and floor finally stabilise, he jumps in fright. Everything is so big! It looks... dangerous! Roger feels the intense need to be comforted. The imperious need for security. He feels exposed here! He needs someone to take care of him! To protect him! His mommy! He tries to talk to the girl, now a giant, but his words come out as being completely intelligible. She giggles, all smiles. She still looks mischievous but there's now a lot of laughter and love in her eyes as well. As form the rattle, it was dropped by its victim and has rolled a little way off on the carpeted floor, forgotten.
"Oh, what a sweetie you are! The most adorable baby critter I've ever seen!"
Roger looks at himself. He finally takes a good look at himself, and he becomes utterly mortified. He has become a baby animal! And not just any baby animal! What's the big idea? Why did that witch do that to him?