Full Body Inflation

Jeanne Guilder sat on a bench off the arena's main floor, trying to keep her nerves from getting to her. She looked up at the scoreboard and winced at the numbers looking back down at her. In an improbable turn of events, it all came down to her and she was in a position to win it all. It would take one hell of an effort, but it was within reach just enough that the idea of losing - no longer the slam-dunk certainty that it once was - tied her stomach in knots.

The door to the small apartment opens, revealing a form, barely recognizable as feminine beneath layers and layers of warm clothing.  With a flick of the switch the lines of stress and exhaustion are revealed on her normally cute face.  Thin lips, slightly blued by the Michigan winter, let loose a sigh of depression.

Hi. I'm Jenny. I have had many wonderful times in my life, but the one that has stayed with me the longest was the time when I blew myself up like a balloon. I'd like to share that time with you now.