Tasha was wandering around window shopping. Nothing particularly piqued her interest. Nothing she could wear at any rate. She was actually quite tall and most of her clothes she to order online. That was fine with her. Again she was mainly interest in herself, but loved to lord her 76 inches over anyone she could. Most guys aren't even 6'4". She would often combine her height with very high heels to exaggerate her presence. Her favorite pair of six inch platform sandals make her two inches taller than a standard door, and she loves it, having to duck to enter a room. And when she felt that she needed to emphasize her height, she would "accidentally" bump her head on a door frame to call attention to herself. People would rush to her "Omigosh! are you ok?"
Rubbing her forehead she would answer, "Yeah, I don't know why they build these doors so damned low. Not everyone is a fucking hobbit."
Obviously this would make other people feel inadequate compared to her. Daydreaming about her pastime, Tasha regretted wearing sneakers out today and not heels. Oh, well. But she did have a memory of her disappearing hangover from earlier in the day.
"No... could I?"
She had a desire to grow right here and now, to see if she could.
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