You hear a rustling of clothes.

So here you are, flat on the floor, naked, and face down. Your whole head feels formless with your nose twisted without shape and crumpled flat at the bottom. Your tongue is sideways against a pile of teeth. At least you think they're teeth. They aren't solid, but you can feel little rounded squares collapsed against your cheeks.

Your eyelids remain shut, and you don't feel any eyeballs. Still unable to move, you rely on your hearing which seems to be fine even though you can feel your ears folded over. Also your skin is still sensitive, and the cool air makes you want to shiver, but you can't. Every little movement of air seems exaggerated now. At least she left the fuzzy pink robe under you so you're not all against the bare floor.

What you hear is not very loud but sounds like Laura is moving some clothes - maybe the dryer? No. It's too soon for that. There is a slight swish of air beside you and the sound of material being dropped.

What is she doing? Did she get a sheet to cover me or something else?

A memory pops in your mind of talking about when you were kids. Laura mentioned that she liked pretending with her dolls and that the boy doll she had didn't have any boy parts, so she always thought boys and girls were the same down below and that she could dress them up in each others clothes.

No! Laura wait. Please don't put me in your clothes and make me up before you re-inflate me, you begged in your mind, hoping somehow you could get through. You felt awkward enough before in the robe.

Just then you were shaken from your thoughts - literally - as Laura picked you up. From her fingers clutching your shoulders, you hung down and must be facing away from her. At least she wasn't examining your privates which you sensed now being very tiny in their deflated state. She might think that's as big as you got.

"Well, I never thought I'd do this," she said. "In fact, I always thought that you'd make a skin suit of me after all those conversations we had about them."

What? What are you planning to . . .

That question was answered as her hands came together at your neck. You felt her thumbs part the seam in your skin.