"So, instead," he said, suddenly rapidly gaining in size. "We'll do it this way," he said, scooping Sara up over his shoulder, stopping at about 15 feet tall.
"Will turn me around again!" she yelps out, sounding a little queasy despite her technically not having a stomach or anything that could be turned upside down.
"Your brain knows it should be there. I suppose, in theory, if you stayed in one form for long enough, it would stop processing those phantom signargh I'm doing it again."