“… Transform!”
“For your transformation, you’ll change density so you’re ever so slightly denser than air, and your body will be partially translucent, though basically everything else about you other than weight will magically remain the same. Also your strength will be scaled down proportional to your weight. This will mean that even clothes are simply too heavy for you to wear, which everyone will be aware of, so they won’t expect you to wear clothes, though people will still notice and probably stare. You can essentially swim through the air, but basic tasks like picking up even the smallest of objects will require outside assistance. You’ll be so light that your punches and kicks will feel like a light tap with a balloon, and you’ll be incredibly easy to pick up and move around. Nobody will notice that anything changed, but will still treat you as unusual, being naked and flying around and all. Oh also, just for fun, your voice now constantly sounds like you just inhaled a bunch of helium.”
As soon as Kyle hung up the phone, Jen’s phone dragged her down to the floor like she’d strapped an anchor to her arm. Her clothes vanished, leaving her naked, and try as she might, she couldn’t get her phone to do much as budge from where it had landed on the floor. Her movements were floaty, and traversing the air felt like she was underwater. She gave up and swam downstairs, only to find Martha cooking breakfast for her. She tied to cover up, only to recieve a puzzled look from her maid. “Breakfast is ready, Jen, come sit down.”
Jen flushed red as Martha started spoonfeeding her, though quickly her mood changed when she felt the food slide down her throat, it felt like a puddle of liquid lead settling in the bottom of her stomach. Once she was done, it felt like her whole insides were filled with tungsten. She tried and failed to stand up, only for Martha to pick her up with one hand and sling her under her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She went upstairs, grabbed Jen’s school bag and phone, and carried her off to the bus stop. She lay Jen down on the bench, and fastened a strap around her leg, clipped to the bench. “What is this for?” Jen asked, wincing at her own shrill helium voice. “You feeing ok? It’s to keep you from blowing away, sleepy head!” And with that, she set Jen’s bag next to her and placed her phone on the bench face up. Fortunately, the heat from her fingertips still worked on the phone, though any buttons proved inoperable. Unable to shift positions due to her full stomach, she resigned herself watching videos waiting for the bus. She quickly felt the weight disappear, which apparently meant the food in her stomach now counted as part of her. Probably. She wasn’t quite sure how this worked.