"What the-!" Evie clambered up to her feet and staggered a little from the vertigo her newly increased height brought. Whoa, still a little whoozy from earlier. She mistakenly deduced. She popped through to her bathroom to inspect her butt in the mirror. It must have slipped downwards on the wall; the perspective was odd; there did seem to be rather more there than usual. She tossed the slightly sodden and torn pants into the bin with a little embarrassment, but it was okay she'd had them for years. Must've put on a little weight.
Evie dressed herself in jeans, tighter than usual, and a woolly jumper. In the bathroom, she brushed her teeth; they looked altogether a little- sharper? On the plus side, her hair was having a good day! She bounced through to her kitchen, popping downstairs briefly to pick up the post.
Her stomach growling again, having slept off her earlier meal. Chewing her way lightly through a large bowl of cereal, she flicked through her mail. Bill. Bill. Bill. Junk. Catalog. Junk. Ooh. Evie dumped her bowl in the sink with a clink and plucked a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter.
She slit the envelope with a finger and read. Finishing her banana she set the letter down and threw the peel at the bin- it missed. Starting on an apple she pondered the letter.
It was an invite to Tom Docherty's 21st birthday. He'd been her best friend at school - part of their "uncool" crowd of two - but since he'd gone to Uni and she'd got stuck here, they'd grown distant. She checked the date. Of course. It was tonight; the post was, as usual, late.
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