Megan heard Nick gasp from the other room. She sighed. This confirmed that her suspicions were correct. Beneath her waist, though she couldn't see it, there was a baby boy's 'wee-wee'
Megan tried to see if there was any way she could move by herself. She tried rolling over on her belly and then crawling but that didn't work. Her legs just weren't strong enough to hold any weight. Her arms, she decided, would be the only way. But how?
First she tried laying down and dragging herself. It was effective, but way too slow. If she couldn't find a better way then, she decided, she would drag herself.
Next she tried reaching up and grabbing the countertop. Slowly she pulled herself up onto her feet, but mainly all the weight was still on the countertop. She found that since her feet were still normal-sized, they could help her keep her balence, so long as something else had the weight.
'Crutches might work.' she thought, she had had a pair when she had broke her foot 2 years ago. But then she chuckled. Even if they made them for her new size, the sight of her would be hilarious.
"My arms would be longer then them" she said to herself. She laughed for a momment, then gasped. "My arms!"
"Why didn't I think of it earlier?" She said to herself "I mean it is so obvious. Use my arms as crouches and my feet as balance."
She slowly picked up her right arm and put it on the floor. Her arms were so long in comparrison to the body, that, if she wanted to, she could put both her palms on the bottom of her feet without even bending at the knees or waist.
Megan transfered the weight from her left arm to her right. Then she brought her left down. It seemed to work out fine. By only bending the elbows slightly, she could have her feet touch the ground.
"It is good for standing." she said. "But can I walk."
Tentatively, she picked up her right arm. She felt her knees quiver. She quickly put it back down, sightly farther ahead. She did the same with her left. Now she found herself leaning forward only being supported by her arms.
Straightening out her elbows she felt herself fly through the air, like a swing. "WHOAH..." Luckily she caught herself before she fell on her back. Megan continued to practice a few times before she got it perfect.
"This is easy! I feel almost weightless" Then a thought came into her head "How much DO I weigh?" She made her way to the scale.
"50 POUNDS! HOLY SHIT! I AM light. I mean I knew most of my weight was in my hips, but.... I can't believe this." She stood there shocked for a momment and wondered where Nick had got to. She decided to show him/her what she had learned to do.
Megan made her way out the bathroom door. She saw Nick on her hands and knees picking something up. She heard Nick mutter something to herself. "THERE it is. GOD I thought we lost it. Why the hell did she have to throw it?"
Megan saw in her hands a small medallion dangling from a chain. And from the other, one of Nick's old jock straps.
'Oh my god' Megan thought to herself, 'He is going to try and change back. That BASTARD! after doing what he did to me, no way is he getting away with this...'
