Heather can't believe the state of her clothes. The buttons of her night shirt are being strained, as though they have been pulled taught. Her midriff is exposed, as her shirt has risen up, revealing her muffin top because the waistband of her silk pants are digging into her skin. The tops of her socks are exposed, because the legs of her pants have risen up, as they don't even cover her ankles anymore. Her long toes, exposed because they have torn through the fronts of her socks. As she looks up at her husband, she can't believe what she is seeing.
Heather is staring right at Nicholas' forehead, meaning that she is now two inches taller than her husband. She raises her hands up to her mouth in shouck, the sleeves of her shirt, tearing at the seams from the undue stress.
"Baby, what has happened to me?" Heather asks, hoping her husband has an answer.
"I don't-I don't know," Is all Nicholas can give for an answer.
Heather looks at herself in the mirror, her hair, which once reached her shoulders, is now down to her shoulder blades. She still looks the same, only bigger.
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