Taking a sip of her drink, Megan could still feel the glow and smoothness reverberating on her face from the creamy application the night before. But, unbeknownst to her, fellow sunbathers and the staff were abuzz. “What’s up with her?” a waiter whispered as he watched Megan. “Something fucked up is happening,” a twenty-something woman in a bikini blurted out. Both people were on to something and now so was Megan. Removing her sunglasses in a panic, Megan watched in horror as her legs began to grow, extending out several feet, her arms following suit. The shatter of glasses and the tossing of trays filled the air as the growing woman freaked people out. Sunbathers at the pool began to run as Megan cried for help, flailing helplessly on the ground by the pool, her now twenty-foot long body overtaking poolside furniture, her huge toes kicking up water as they dropped in the pool like large rocks. Megan grasped on to her belongings, instinctively trying to hold to whatever should could for safety before passing out.
“Call 911!” the hotel manager yelled from inside the hotel lobby as he watched with disbelief as the too-tall Tinsel town starlet began to come to consciousness, stumbling to her feet at the edge of the pool. People inside the hotel gathered in groups by the windows to behold the sight. Gasps and occasional screams cracked the otherwise silent air along with click of cell-phone cameras and more calls to 911.
UMPH. OH GOD! Megan moaned in shock. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? Megan rubbed her eyes and took in the sight before her. Looking down, Megan’s piercing blue eyes scanned the ground far below her. Tiny people were milling all about and just outside the ten-foot tall fence surrounding the pool area, Megan easily made out the busy traffic along the city streets. Cars began to stop as people started taking notice of the giant in their midst. Megan turned around and stepped toward the hotel, peering into the seventh floor windows, watching in amazement as hotel guests screamed at the colossal sight. Megan loomed large, including her tattoos; a portrait of Marilyn Monroe on her right forearm and the King Lear quote "We all laugh at gilded butterflies" on her right shoulder blade. The hotel filled with the screams of horrified on-lookers.
Megan smiled as she held her enlarged shiny gold beach tote at her shoulder and her equally proportioned iPhone in her hand, ear buds still affixed within her soft ears. Her feet sat atop crushed pool furniture and ….OH MY….GOD!. Megan saw her sexy hat floating in the pool. It too had become all-too-large. The newly minted giant knelt down and picked up the hat and placed over her long flowing hair. The starlet laughed as she looked toward the ground and took in views of the city surrounding the hotel. THIS IS WAY TOO COOL. I MUST BE AT LEAST 50 FEET TALL! Actually, Megan had become 75 feet tall.
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