The first thing I noticed when linking up to the neuro-hack was how peaceful it was. The body was still strapped inside it's plastic casing which I myself had packed into a cardboard box. Everything was dark and almost sleep-inducing. Sure, there were the noises of the plane from outside my box but they were so muffled it was almost like a lullaby.

I could feel my box shift every now and then and I tried to guess where I was. Had Annie placed my box in with her luggage, perhaps? I didn't think so. She spoke occasionally, maybe to the staff, and each word seemed to ruminate through my box implying I was near to her. Every now and then I shifted as the world tilted at some new weird angle. Had I been left at her feet with her bag, forgotten? Or had she left the box sat in her lap? Wherever I was, I knew for her plane had taken off by now or the neuro-hack would be working.

I could have tried sending a message through but her phone still wasn't turned back on and, quite frankly, I was rather enjoying where I was right now.
That was until I felt my box yank upwards and a tearing in my world vibrated through me. Light flooded everything suddenly and I realised my box must be opening. I tired to reach a hand to cover my eyes but they were still strapped to my sides so I just blinked slowly at the first light saw through these eyes.

It was almost angelic. Her face looked down at me, her long hair was outlined by the light behind her head giving her a nearly otherworldly look as her being took up all I could see. I was sure if she could see herself from this angle - head turned downwards, jaw pressed against her chin - she'd say it was unflattering and point out how you could see all the way up her nose, but I couldn't help but feel in total rapture.

My sense of awe began to mount as one huge hand came lower and lower into the box, the small fingers I had once held in my own hand now rapidly taking up my entire vision and they quickly came closer. Before I knew it her palm had pressed up against the plastic screen in front of my face and all light was blotted.

Then she pulled upwards.

It was almost like the world's most sudden and disorienting roller-coaster drop in reverse. She pulled my plastic shell out of the cardboard box with such casual speed I barely knew what to make of it. I was aware these things became easier over time as you grew used to the dimensions of your second body but that didn't stop it from being earth shattering for me in that moment.

I emerged out of my box before quickly being placed down again. This time I was definitely in her lap as I saw her drop the cardboard box without a thought to the floor. The blue floor of her jeans seemed to stretch on further than seemed possible. Even though I'd rested my head here - my real head - all the time before she'd gone it was much different from this perspective. There seemed to be so much more detail and I was sunk much further down into her thighs. Her body above me seemed to tower like a sky scraper of soft flesh, blotted out for a moment by her small tank top. All the way high above was her face. The same face that always looked up at me whenever we spoke.

It was after taking this in I had a moment to look around the rest of the plane cabin. It was exactly what I'd expected but huge. The ceiling seemed like miles away and her fellow passengers like indifferent gods and goddesses all looking at magazines or through their phones.

Her two brilliant eyes stared down at me like a bug she'd trapped in a jar, all inquisitiveness and curiosity. One hand reached out and gripped me. It was strange, like a hug covering my entire being. The world went dark again as her index finger pressed up against my eyes. It was soft however. As terrifying as it was I couldn't quite seem to be actually scared. It was all so... Soft.

Her other hand pinched the bottom of my leg, covering as little of me as possible as she stared. I began to feel sick as she turned me around in her fingers, soaking up every small detail of my new body. I almost felt embarrassed of myself, even a little exposed.

I snapped myself out of my reverie. I went to wave but found my arms weren't working. Was it a connection problem? I tried to kick outwards.

Nothing.

With a deal of concentration I tried to text her. There was no built in speaker - this body was too small and the feature was too expensive for me. However the neural-hack was able to translate what you were trying to say into text on someone's phone through the app. It did nothing. Fearing the neural link was broken I tried my phone in the real world, too. The call didn't connect. She must have set her phone to airplane mode.

Closing my eyes I saw through the neural-hack again. The world was rising up around me at a rapid state. Finally I collided against a grey floor, figuring after a few seconds it was one of the tray tables on the backs of airplane chairs. I didn't stay still for long. My vision was darkened again as her palm blotted out the ceiling. It didn't grab onto me for a few seconds.

Looking up I could just about make out her face past her hand. She was staring off into the distance, completely uninterested.

Slowly her hand descended down towards me. I tried to pick myself up, run, do anything but it was no use. The warm skin closed around me and began to twirl me. I mean, like, actually twirl me.

I should have felt sick but that didn't seem to work through the neuro-hack. Every so often I'd see a glimpse of light as I was twisted away from the flesh of her palm before being dragged into the dark again. I knew what she was doing - I'd seen her do it countless times in class when we were sat together and she was concentrating hard on some of the work. She'd twirl her pen around in her hands absentmindedly. Admittedly, even I'd barely noticed her doing it either, it had seemed that inconsequential. Now it seemed the exact opposite of inconsequential.

A flash of light. A glimpse of the world around me for just a moment. Then smothering, filling flesh covering everything again. It was dark and warm. And then, after a long moment, a flash of the world again.

The spinning kept going for god knows how long - time was weird when stretched between two perspectives. It became comforting after a while, like the moment on a boat where the swaying stopped being uncomfortable and started rocking you to sleep, no matter how strong the rocking was. That, along with the periods of darkness began to pull me into sleep. If it wasn't for the constant flashes of light I would have already been unconscious.

So, when the spniing stopped, I struggled to keep my eyes - my real eyes - open. My back was laid against her palm and although I couldn't move my head was bent towards the screen in the back of the seat. I remembered seeing them back when I was full sized and kind of struggling to see films in full detail due to how small they were. Now it was like having front seats to a cinema projected against a skyscraper.
The metal body was sinking into Annie's hand and, as she settled in to watch a film, she slowly rubber her thumb across the neuro-hack body. It seemed like a tree truck in that moment, rolling slowly alongside me. I melted further and further back in real life, getting more and more sleepy until I realised my real body had shut down. All I could see through now was the sight through the neuro-hack, permanently tilted slightly toward the screen with a large thumb slowly rolling over me every few seconds.

It was comfortable. I almost forgot how sad I was that she was going. But, all in all, things were good. That was until -

The hand picked me up again, filling the world with darkness before depositing me down onto the floor. Suddenly all I could see  was two massive brown sandals, the soles on the bottom slightly worn. I could see small imperfections in them, cuts and flecks of dirt stuck to them. Inside the ginormous sandals were two giant feet, I could only just see the blue painted toenails at the angle I was laying at. The toes shifted ever so slightly, probably imperceptibly to Annie but it was all I could think of. After a moment one of the ankles shifted, the other foot straightening out before raising high into the sky. Had Annie left to go to the toilet? All I could do was guess.

I tried again to move or send a message while stuck on the floor bored but nothing happened. Then I tried to wake myself back up in my human body but I still struck no success.

One of the faded brown sandals returned, followed by the other, jiggling my body up and down a little. I was ready to be picked up again but nothing happened. I was still stuck on the floor. I shifted, trying to do anything as the time began to tick away and all I could stare at was my best friend's inanimate feet as they subtly shifted every few minutes.

Well, I got my wish eventually, even if it wasn't in a way I would've liked. I was beginning to go over the plots of old T.V shows in my mind when suddenly the two feet shifted. One pushed at the back if the heel of the other until it pulled back out of its sandal and did the same for the other until Annie was barefoot. For a second two massive soles lingered in the sky above me, the smooth bottoms of her soles revealed in incredible detail before me. Then time seemed to catch back up with me again and one of the soles collided down onto me. My face was shoved straight right underneath her toes, just below the pads where there was just a little bit of breathing room. My body was underneath the ball of her foot and parts of my legs hung free beneath her arch.

I tried to do anything. Pinch myself, think as hard as I could about waking up, anything to disconnect from my neuro-hack but I seemed stuck until my natural sleep had passed. For the next eight or so hours it seemed I was stuck here.

The toes caved inwards above me, grasping my head between her toes. Then it released. Then grasped, then released again. It seemed to drag on forever. I thought about just a few days ago when, in a way that wasn't unusual for her, Annie had propped her feet up onto my lap. They'd seemed tiny, only size five, and dainty resting on me. I'd made a joke about what I'd called her ugly bright pink socks and she'd gone so far as to point them up and give me a poke in the fave with her heel. I'd barely given it a second thought, pushing her legs back downards with ease.
Now they were like worlds to me as the longer they shifted and stared at me. I saw every small wrinkle, every blemish on the underside of her toes. It didn't quite compute in my mind - just when I'd come out of the box her giant face had seemed godlike and angelic, like a beacon of goodness. Now? It was like being cast down to the hot, dark underworld. Was this the same friend who used to fall asleep in my arms?

After a while they slowed above me, grasping and releasing slower and slower above me. Eventually they began to stop altogether and the weight above me incressed bit by bit until their entire weight rested on top of me. Had she fallen asleep as well? I was so giving Annie a piece of my mind next time I saw her.
I heard a slight jolt above me as she stirred. A push of pressure shoved down on me and I felt a sliver of response come from my real body. The pressure mounted - I woke up a little more. Was Annie standing back up o just stretching? My face was pushed harder and harder into her flesh, the warmth turning into heat as it mounted more and more. I, too, pushed further and further until I could move a finger, and then a hand. I reached out to my phone, blarily opening the neuro-hack.

The other half of me was still stuck underneath Annie's foot. The neuro-hack twisted underneath her as her foot rolled me back and forth. My finger hovered above the disconnect button. All I had to do was push down on it.
But then -

The grinding was getting worse on the other side, the world a blur of intense senses and small sparks of light. I couldn't bring myself to disconnect. I couldn't bring myself to leave her.

I placed the phone down, beginnging to drift away again. Even if it meant torture underneath her, I couldn't be without her.