I carried on teasing Matt as I swiped the keys from his hand. "Thanks 'little' bro!" I teased as I did so, enjoying viewpoint as I did so. He just continued to stare dumbfounded at my enhanced body as I made my way towards the door. Unfortunately, I didn't factor in my increased height as I was about to walk through the doorway and I smacked my head clean against the doorframe. Letting out a little curse I recomposed myself and left the house. Matt was still staring incredulously at me without moving. "Fucking smooth, Tina!" I cussed.
The car wasn't very big and I quickly realised that my seven foot+ frame would not be a very comfortable ride. I smiled and flicked the switch on the remote before feeling a familiar sensation as my viewpoint this time started to lower. Restoring myself at a few inches more than my usual height, I let out a satisfied sigh and drove away.
The school was fairly quiet due to the time of year but I spotted Kelly, the team captain. She greeted me with a wave as I got out of the car. "Hey T, I didn't think you could make it today?"
"Yeah, I got my days mixed up..." I lied.
"Well we're certainly grateful, " Kelly responded. "It's only five of us... well, six now, against the top of the league. Your clothes look a bit ragged, " she said. I glanced down at them, slightly stretched and torn from my earlier growth spurt. "Good thing we have some spare kits inside!" she said.
I got changed with the rest of the team; Kelly, the captain. Aimee, Jill, Crystal and Holly were the other four. Kelly was the tallest at about six feet herself and Aimee was the shortest, barely five and a half feet tall. I started on the bench as the others took to the court. Our coach, an athletic 30 something PE teacher, gave the girls a pep talk as we warmed up as the other team entered the court.
"Fucking hell" Aimee whispered to me. "They're all huge!"
She was right as well - not a single one of them was under six feet tall and one of them looked nearer to seven! I smirked at the thought of my secret weapon. "Don't worry Aims, I've got a good feeling about this game!" but she didn't look convinced.
I took my seat on the bench as the teams finished warming up and plotted my next move discreetly as I fumbled with the remote behind my back.
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