As Sally finds her feet, she can't help but notice how different her perspective was as she rose higher and higher, straightening her body as she stood. Her mind was initially set on trying to work out where her clothes were, but once she realised that she was naval-level with her garden fence, which she normally had to peer over with some small effort, she let out a gasp.
Frantically she looked around for something that would maybe make sense, but nothing did. Her satellite dish attached to the house was eye-level. The clothes line was hitting her bum as the wind blew it. She could see over not just one, but two, maybe three of her neighbours walls. The more she looked, the wierder it got.
Suddenly she remembered her nakedness and looked down... No wonder she was naked. Her clothes were all in tatters on the floor, ripped to shreds by the growing woman. She immediately covered her boobs and crotch with a hand each, and attempted to get back into the house, out of sight. She prayed nobody would see her as she bent forward to duck under the now much smaller doorframe.
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