You realize this is your one chance for safety. Refuse, and Iolande will probably eat you instead, or even worse, stomp you flat. Besides, you like to help those in need, and it seems she really does need cheering up.
"Alright," you say after a few more minutes of consideration. "I'll become your daughter. I hope this helps ease your pain."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Iolande cries, tears rolling down her cheeks. Without another word, she brings you closer to her folds until you can reach out and touch them. You open them and, as gently as you can, you push yourself inward.
It's not an easy thing to do, as the muscles are very tight, and there is little room for movement. Iolande decides to assist you and uses a couple fingers to push you further in. Soon you reach an elastic-like chamber that stretches to accommodate you.
You soon feel something attach to you - it's an umbilical chord. Even if you wanted to, it would be too late to change your mind about all of this. You doubt Iolande would be able to hear you through all of her organs and muscle and skin.
An overwhelming grogginess comes over you suddenly, and you quickly fall into a deep sleep.
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