This choice: She is able to shrink down, but the fact she keeps growing is permanent • Go Back...Chapter #6A Temporary Solution to a GROWING Problem by: Unknown
I watched my surroundings as I feel like I'm falling, until I am at my original height. I breath a sigh of relief as y perspect is back to how it was. But my relief is short lived as I notice that my perspecrive is shifting upward again. I look down at myself and can see how my body is still growing. Already two inches taller again, I realize that my last wish was only temporary due to the one I accidently made. This growth wasn't going to stop. I look at the wand, realizing that I was going to have to keep it on me, just to maintain my height. The next thing I know, I hear the front doors open, I instinctively cover my myself as my Rebecca walks in carrying a box of her things. How am I going to explain the fact that I am now six feet tall, a full two inches taller than her, and still growing.
Rebecca's long brunette hqir is trailing on the floor as she enters. She takes one look at me as her eyes widen. "Practicing being a nudist now I see," she remarks as she looks up at me, her eyesnlevel with my breasts, which are slowly rising above her.
My jaw drops, at the fact that she only realizes that I am nude, and not that I am growing. "You have nothing to say about my height?" I ask completely confused. Slowly approaching seven feet must have her in a state of shocj-k.
"What did you grow even more?" Rebecca asks me casually. "Look, you've been ridiculously tall all your life and you're still self conscious about it? I though getting a place with really high ceilings would help you. After all, being nine feet tall was always such a strain on your neck at your parents."
I look down at myself again, to see that she is right about my height. Well was since I still gaining inches. I look at the wand, figuring it must have a glamour effect to it, since Rebecca believes that I was always so tall.
"Take my back to my old height," I wish. Nothing happens. Maybe it doesn't grant the same wish twice. "Make me five foot seven," I wish. I watch as my height drops, listening as Rebecca's conversation changes as I hit my original height.
"I mean, you look great, but you should wear clothes. Not like you can't find clothes that fit you," Rebecca says.
"You're right," I say as I am getting to be Rebecca's height again, "I'll put sone clothes on."
I make my way to my room, my balance a bit of as I am walking because my center of gravity is shifting as I grow to six feet for the third time today.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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