I didn't cry, vomit, or pass out like I had thought I would. When the plane door opened, I tried to convince my jump master that I had changed my mind and was no longer interested in jumping out of a perfectly good plane. Apparently my jump master was already committed and since I was attached to him, it seems I was going anyway (and he was bigger than me so he basically just threw us out the door while I was still explaining why I couldn't do it). Turns out there was very little to fear. There was no drop feeling. It was just hanging out in a loud windy place in midair until there was a really big jerk up and then a very quiet soft float down. I was afraid of the potential/unknown, and everything I was afraid of didn't happen. The jump master literally controls everything and does this all day long. Its really just the ultimate trust fall. No regrets.