Whatever David touched triggered . . . something. Both of the young men experienced an instant disorientation, which intensified to vertigo, which intensified to a feeling of plummeting downward. Neither of them knew how much time had passed before they came to their senses, but within a few moments of each other both of them found themselves naked and tangled in a giant pile of fabric.
"What the fuck?" Steve pushed himself out into the light. As he emerged from the neck hole in his shirt he saw David doing the same. "Dude what happened?"
"What...? I don't know... How did that house get so big?" he was looking at the dollhouse which now towered over both of them. Actually it was the size of a regular house. Was this some kind of joke? Had Sheryl drugged them or something? They staggered out of the fabric and found themselves naked. Given their different orientations each of them had avoided seeing each other naked as much as possible. Now they looked away from each other as much as possible.
But that gave them an opportunity to see everything else around them.
"Dude. Everything's big. We're--we're still in our room!"