Natasha walked towards Jeff's backpack. She was about the size of an ant, so Jeff, who was now a miniature Boeing 777.
Jeff felt he had some time to explore his systems some more. His mind was now running on a central computer, able to access a large variety of systems inside of him, from his main engines to the toilet system. A camera inside of his cockpit allowed him to see Fokker who was looking rather bored, sitting on the pilot's seat and looking out of a window.
"So you wanted to be a a jumbo yet?", Fokker asked. Jeff answered, "Yeah, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
Natasha meanwhile has transformed herself to her normal size and was rummaging through his back-pack, she shook her head, "Clothes... what a noob".
Fokker explained to Jeff, "The trick is to transform yourself with your clothes, but I'm sure she'll teach you the details".
Natasha finally found what she was looking for, Jeff's mobile, "So Jeff what's it gonna be?", she asked Jeff.
Jeff bumbled over his outside speakers, "Perhaps an airline pilot?" Natasha rolled her eyes, sighed and entered something into the Chonivac app. She directed it towards Jeff and started the changes.
Jeff started to change shape, with his wings turning into arms his nose turing into his head, legs forming and landing gear melting into his body. After a few moments he appeared to be an airline pilot weaing a shirt and a jacket, cotton pants as well as dress shoes. A cap was on his head. However he was just a few inches tall. His face features a pointy nose and bright grey fur. to it's sides there was a pair of comically large ears. His spine extended into a long lightly furred tail. Jeff was kneeling on all fours, but quickly stood up. Jeff could feel the ground below himself just like there were no soles. He lifted up one of the legs, but to his surprise he found there were soles. "See, be your clothes, much more convenient", explained Fokker. Jeff noticed that many of his systems were still there, including somehow the cockpit. "So you are inside of me?", Jeff asked Fokker.
The controls in Jeff's cockpit had changed, but the basic layout was the same. "Yeah", explained Fokker, and pushed some controls making Jeff walk forward towards Natasha, "It's a strange concept a space inside of you". "Woah", said Jeff as he was essentially driven like a vehicle against his will.
Natasha put the mobile into one of her pockets. She put on Jeff's backpack, and in a movement making a turn and quickly turning into a mouse like Jeff. They walked towards each other and as they were close enough Natasha threw Jeff's back pack into his arms. "You can carry that yourself now", she said slightly annoyed, "But let's get out of here".
They both ran through the opening of the hangar, and Natasha stopped in the middle of one of the ways connecting them and allowing planes to taxi.
She bent down on the tarmac and concentrated. Within moments her arms started to split into four, and flattened out into wings. Meanwhile her upper legs merged with her body into the fuselage. An open cockpit formed on her back. Her feet changed into the front wheels of her landing gear, her grin turned into a seemingly pained on grin near her nose from which a propellor sprouted. Her eyes moved to the sides of her engine. After a few moments she was a full biplane, not unlike a Sopwith Camel. The only obvious sign that she was more than just a plane was an animated face at the engine. She was just the right size for a mouse like Jeff.
Natasha started up her and shouted to Jeff, "Get in". She was already about to taxi when Jeff jumped into her cockpit. She quickly took up speed and lifted up as Jeff buckled himself up in the seat belts.
Natasha's cockpit was unusual for such an old plane, being a partial glass cockpit. Curiously Jeff tried to wiggle the joystick, but it didn't seem to have any effect. "Just for show", Natasha shouted at Jeff over the noise of her cockpit.