Her head suddenly began to shrink. Jim stood up and said, "Hey, you're shrinking back."
"Yes," she cried happily. "Oh, thank God."
In only a few seconds her head had gone from the size of a golf cart to the size of a beach ball, and it was still shrinking. As her head got smaller, her body slumped down to the floor to kneel at the side of her bed, still anchored by the decreasing weight of her head. Once it had become the size of a watermelon, she lifted her head off of the bed, holding it steady on both sides with her hands.
"I can move again," she cheered.
The shrinking continued. Soon her head was back to its normal size, but the shrinking did not stop.
Judy could feel her hands growing larger on the sides of her head as her head started to feel even smaller in her hands as if she were holding a deflating balloon.
"Oh no," she said, her voice sounding a bit higher pitched now. "It's not stopping." Her whimpers grew higher and higher in pitch as the shrinking continued.
Jim watched in fascination as Judy's head went from softball-sized to baseball-sized and then the shrinking stopped.
"No!" she squeaked from her tiny head. "No, no, no." She started crying again, letting out tiny chipmunk sobs. "Why?" she cried. "I'm still a freak." She tried to cover her face in her hands only the recoil in fear as she saw a pair of apparently giant palms racing towards her. She pulled her hands away and watched as the giant palms pulled away. Then, she held a hand up before her. It was big enough to wrap around her whole head now. She looked down below to find the body of a giant kneeling below her. She gasped. Looking side to side she saw the giant's broad shoulders stretching out on both sides of her as if she were sitting on them where his neck should be. But, it wasn't a giant's body she was sitting on she assured herself by wiggling the huge fingers in front of her. It was her body.
She braced a hand against the bed next to her and unsteadily stood up. Looking down again, the floor seemed a dozen feet below her now. A brief wave of vertigo hit her as she gazed down at the giant feet standing there on the damp floor. She had to wiggle her toes to believe that they belonged to her. She looked around her room. It seemed to be the size of a warehouse now.
"Are you okay," Jim asked. He was standing by her desk, looking like another giant to her.
"I think so," she squeaked. She looked over at her bed, it was giant like everything else. It sagged low in the middle as if broken in half and was soaked through with what she realized were her own tears. "God, what a mess."