Keep calm. Lets just see what's going on.Using the kitchen table to hoist myself up I'm standing now, and I know I'm shorter. My whole body feels smal...er, and my proprioceptive self-awareness is going haywire.My mind is receiving signals that it is sure is wrong. My mental memory of my own personal space is distorted, and it is struggling desperately to adjust.As a result, my first trepidatious steps away from the kitchen table are extremely unsteady, and I feel I may topple over, with each. It was the first time I was able to notice how I felt and my cock was so hard it was straining. I felt as though it might explode out my engorged mushroom tip. I was still blindfolded, but my hearing had become more acute. I think it had been about fifteen minutes and I heard more voices and then a woman next to me spoke. She said, “Here is some water, drink, you’re going to need it.” She had a bottle of water, with a straw in it. I slowly drank some, not wanting to much for it may have. “Yep. And I believe it will be soon. I had the guys’ stake out her place. No one has been there in a long time. They are just waiting for me to give the orders.”“I hope this won’t get bloody.” Tom shook his head.“If you wanted me here, then you somehow expected it would.”“You’re right. I just hate what this is doing to her. She went through so much with that so-called husband of hers.”“Why didn’t you stop her or warn her?”Tom chuckled, “When she has her mind set to something, it’s hard to. . Ugh this is going to be a long day already.Mentally berating myself I continued on with my omelet, and Pop seemingin a good mood for not having to cook, headed back to the bedroom. Aboutthe time I was finished and setting the plates out they both came back inthe kitchen both of them were surprised and pleased at the same time.Mom asked, "Are You doing pretty good this morning? It looks like youare, it's really good to see." She smiled softly."I guess so, I think Jen and I are ready to kick.