Trapped
It worked!
Joe Morelli stands stunned in gaping disbelief. He listens to the blood rushing in his ears and loses the ability to speak. He can feels his heart pounding in his chest. He can hear people happily chatting under their breath all around him. He's not a man who believes in magic and other nonsense. But the mysterious potion he purchased on the web out of desperation has worked magic for him. He is now a true believer on the brim of grateful tears...
His short-lived ecstasy lasts half a minute.
He frowns as he suddenly feels the breeze in...certain part of his body. How come he feels like he's not wearing any pants? Or his 4-day-old socks? Or his holey old Nike? He looks down and blinks, and blinks, and once again blinks in disbelieving confusion. He can't see his legs. An adorable furry round belly blocks his view. And where are his hands? He can't see his hands! His mouth goes dry as he tries to move his hands and sees and feels the cute little pink paws he now owns instead. His brain then stops functioning and turns empty.
What? When? How?
Where are his legs? He wants to see his legs! He knows he has legs! He starts to panic and frantically tries to bend down to see his legs and falls over and lands on his back, and goes straight into shock as he sees and finally recognizes the ultra giant milk chocolate face that stares down at him from outside the glass ceiling. And for the very time in his 37 years of life, Joseph A. Morelli passes out in a dead faint.
"Little rat got himself overexcited." Lula's thundering laughing voice is the last thing he hears before falling into blissful darkness...