Mark was just leaving his apartment when he noticed a female figure striding towards him. As the girl drew closer, Mark's eyes goggled at the sight of her incredible, almost otherworldly beauty. The girl was remarkably tall, with long athletic legs, her height accentuated by a pair of platform heels. A mane of thick, glossy auburn hair flowed to her slim, wasp waist, streaming and rippling out behind her as she walked, and she smiled confidently as she shook it out of her eyes. And her face...Mark had never seen a girl with such perfect features, high cheekbones, full lips, and deep blue eyes accentuated by long lashes. He was sure he had never seen the girl in his life, and yet there was something oddly familiar about her face. Mark gulp as the girl stood towering in front of him, as he craned his neck to look up into her lovely eyes.
"Hiya there, Shorty," the girl said. "How's the weather down there?"
"H-hi," Mark said. "Do...do I know you from somewhere?"
The girl giggled, placing a perfectly manicured hand over her full lips, then reached down and tousled his hair affectionately. "Silly Mark! Don't you recognize me?"
Mark peered up into the girl's stunning face. Suddenly it dawned on him. But that was impossible, there was no way..
"G-greta?" He stammered. "B-but how..."
"Oh Mark," the girl sang, her voice melodious and soft in a way that the old Greta's had never been. "I've just had a little bit of a growth spurt lately. What's the matter? Don't you like the new, improved me?" The girl spun around, providing Mark with a jaw-dropping display of her statuesque, hourglass figure and glossy hair that flowed down to her waist.
"Y-yeah. Its just that you used to be so...so-"
"What?" the beautiful girl pouted. "Short? Fat? Ugly?"
"No, no," Mark stammered, "I never-"
"Its alright Mark," the girl said, not unkindly. "I know what I used to be like." She smiled, showing her perfect, even teeth. "But I think we can both see that the old Greta is gone. I feel so wonderful now Mark, confident and beautiful and strong. I bet I'm even more beautiful than Becca now." The girl examined her long fingernails, then tossed her hair casually back over her shoulders."Having all of this long hair is taking some getting used too," she said. "Anyway, I've got plans, Mark. Big plans."
Mark gulped. "Like-like what?"
Greta smiled mysteriously. "Oh," she said. "I think you'll find out soon enough."
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