Johnny scratched his leg and finally made us his mind. Figuring he would first thing was to get a drink of water. Going over to the fountain, he peered in.
Surprisenly enough the water was clear and looked fresh. Looking at the statues onto of the pedestal, one of a faun and one of a satyr, he leaned over and cupping his hand took a deep drink.
Clear and refreshing, he took three more drinks, before he felt that his thirst was quenched. Looking about, he wondered briefly why everything looked so big, shrugged and began to look for a way out.
Everything kept getting bigger and Johnny was finding it hard to walk. On top of it all, his clothes felt out of place. So worried was he to get out of the garden, he failed to notice when his shoes slipped off as he wandered in what he hoped was a direction out.
Suddenly Johnny saw a door. Running toward it, practically tripping over his pants, he reached up and forced the door knob to turn and pushed open the door. Only to dash.....
Into a hallway. Not paying the least bit of attention, something that was getting harder and harder to maintain, he let go of his waist band and walked forward. Somehow he had managed to reenter the house, but not from the same area. Having no idea were he was, Johnny sighed and began to wander down the hallway.
So eager was he to find out were he was and maybe get out, he stepped over his boxers and pants, which had pooled to the floor.
Halfway down the hall, he turned and looked behind him. He saw no trace what-so-ever of the door, nor any proof that he'd ever been there. Turning, he was just about continue onward, when he saw the mirror. And what he saw looking back nearly made him scream.
Or should say, nearly made her scream. Looking back from the reflection was a four year old girl wearing Johnny's shirt, which was several sizes to big.
Pulling a lock around so the she could get a better look, Johnny confirmed that she did indeed now have long red hair. Afraid of what she might find, Johnny lifted the shirt and gazed into the mirror. Gasping again, she peered past her over size shirt at the smooth skin that now made up her crotch and just a hint of a split were her gash was.
Not wanting to touch anything, Johnny let the shirt drop. Thinking to herself, she said out loud, "Guess I'll have to go by a female name until I get this straighted out. Maybe Jenny? But how did this happen and how do I reverse it?"
Suddenly she heard a voice down the hallway. Turning in the direction, she listened as what sounded like Eric. But who was he talking to?