For a few minutes Megan pondered her latex fate. The irony in the balloon fetishist turning to a balloon herself was not lost on her. Though it had been a bizarre vacation and indeed a bizarre day, she decided that it had been worth it for the fun she had experienced both sexual and otherwise.
The evening waned away into nightfall, and Megan laid on the floor for an hour before she realized something. Is this what had happened to her orca friend and the dragon? Had they too been people reduced to mere objects? It was a sobering thought. Megan promised herself if she could ever get back to life she'd help them both.
Another hour passed by groggily and she started to get bored. Staring up at the ceiling from her latex gaze was getting incredibly dull. She resolved to try and move.
At first, her initial attempts failed. It seemed she was quite helpless and inanimate. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she could see the Animate Balloon spray sitting next to her tiny form. It was troubling how big the can now was. If only she could reach it somehow, depress the lever, and mist herself.
It proved maddening, knowing her way out of a dreadful future existence was right beside her.
She tried to move harder, and to her delight her willpower succeeded in moving her tiny ballooned fingers for just a second. She crooked her index finger and splayed out her hands, which promptly snapped back into place.
But she had moved! Under her own will!
It was a start!