You pull yourself through the portal and, even halfway through, you find yourself feeling ten years younger. However, you have a bigger problem on your hands - the portal's surface is covered with grimy plastic balls. Never having been much for PE, you quickly tire yourself out trying to "swim" through the polyethylene covering.
After taking a minute to regain composure, you turn to your side and grab onto the ballpit's rubbery wall, and you hoist yourself out that way.
It was there that you saw the portal landed you in some sort of Chuck-E-Cheese-esque dinercade establishment.
Taking a closer look at your body, your suspicions of being ten years younger are confirmed. You're 25 again, and this time you're a woman.
You get up to take note of your surroundings when a seven-foot-tall chesty animatronic bird wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties walks up to you and asks "Hey, cutie~ What's your name?"
Despite your body's changes, your preferences have stayed intact, as has your tendency to freeze up in situations like these. In your panicked state, you tell the robotty hottie that your name is...