Having his life's direction at the whim of errant breezes resulted in only more complications for the unfortunate boy-turned-butterfly.
By the time he regained a semblance of control over his own flight, he had been transported far from the window to his own room and found him in the neighbor's garden.
Jeff, quickly exhausted by his ordeal, managed to bring his transformed body to a rest on the landing platform offered by a brightly-colored daisy growing among an assortment of other huge flowers in the garden.
Almost on automatic, his new body unfurled its long, hollow, straw-like tongue. He felt a surge of energy infuse his body as his strange tongue sipped the sugary nectar from the daisy bloom. His reserves of strength re-energized in this happy circumstance, Jeff tried to take a moment to contemplate his bizarre situation.
He decided his best chance to restore himself into a normal teenager would be to fly back to his room. He still didn't have a plan on how to work his computer, but he trusted an unfounded optimism that he could solve that problem in turn.
Almost on the verge of taking flight, he found himself instead ensnared in the entangling film of a wide, deep net.
"What the fuck?" He protested silently and looked up and saw a giant butterfly net held in the hands of...