"Mikey! You can't leave me here like this!" Jon screaming hoping his brother was still within shouting distance, "Come on! I at least need to be able to get home!"
Mikey didn't respond verbally, but Jon felt himself zapped again. He was mobile once more, but not very. He still had a television for a head, and his body was back to being mostly human. However, for the most part, his body was as skinny as a sign post. Judging from what he could tell, he must have been merged with a female jogger. He had normal sized feet with tennis shoes coming out of his stick like legs. Tight spandex shorts wrapped around his impossibly skinny waist. Two large breasts popped out of the otherwise narrow frame. They were covered by a sports bra. They wouldn't have been out of place on a normal woman, but on Jon's frame they looked absolutely enormous. And he had trouble with the weight on his thin body. Of course, the biggest problem was the television atop his head. He could barely balance or support it. He managed, but he had to move slow.
He guessed it was all Mikey's scheme. Make him mobile enough to get home, but not quick enough to go chasing after Mikey.
