About half an hour later, Alfred pulls the limo up to the family mansion so Sara and I can exit. The absolute gentleman then goes to park the limo in the garage before joining us inside. He's both the chauffeur and the butler here, as it keeps the required number of staff down to a minimum. It's my parents' will, but I wouldn't mind more staff around to fill out the mansion. As it is we've got Beverly and Alfred, and while I love them like family... they're both getting up there in age. They've served us for years, well before I came around, but they'll surely want to retire in a few years.
This mansion isn't particularly big as far as mansions go, but it's been in our family for a few generations. Now if I were to dream being here in the early days, when it was new, THAT would be cool. I'm aware that much of it has been refinished or changed to comply with new building codes, such as the plumbing and electrical, but it'd be interesting to see what it was originally like.
Anyway, the exterior looks like it could belong on a postcard, with vines encroaching up the brickwork and even some of the pillars near the front entrance. It's quite characterful. The interior is pretty typical wealthy family fare: fancy furniture, huge TV, rare and expensive vases, a few trinkets from my parents' trips, that sort of 'wealthier than thou' stuff. It's... okay. Most of the really 'rich people' items in our home are family heirlooms - which generally means crap no one's had the guts to toss or sell. But my favorite thing in the house, aside from the TV for my consoles and my computer for the internet and PC games, is the big picture greeting you when you come in. It's a picture of me and my family, including Beverly and Alfred, and while it's a few years old now, this would be the thing I'd rescue if this place caught fire. Everything else is either unnecessary or can be replaced. This picture represents an irreplaceable memory.
"Welcome home, Miss Megan! And hello to you, Miss Sara!" My maid, Beverly, greets as Sara and I come in, "Alfred, Master Jake has asked for you to meet him in the study when you have a moment."
"Yes, dear. I will be with him in a moment." Alfred acknowledges and takes his leave for the study where my father awaits. I should go see him shortly, though I'm sure Alfred will inform him that I've invited Sara over.
"Miss Megan, shall I show Miss Sara to the guest rooms?"
"No, thank you, I'll do it." I say and guide my friend out of the entrance lobby and upstairs. "The guest rooms haven't changed places since your last stay far too long ago. They have been soundproofed though so guests don't hear me cursing and screaming about some boss and its cheap trick to wipe my party, and I don't hear stuff they'd rather keep private." I say to her with a smile, "Gonna have to ask you to take off the heels though. Mother's gotten the new floors down and will ground me into Tuesday of next year if I let them get scratched up."
"Well as I wouldn't want my best friend to get in trouble with her mom..." Sara replies, and pops her high heels off, wiggling her toes within her socks afterward, "Besides, it's good to get out of them after..." she stops as she notices I'm not quite as short to her as I usually am. "Um, are you standing on your feet weird? I swear you were shorter just a little while ago..."
"No, my feet are flat on the floor. But now that you mention it, I do seem like maybe an inch taller than before... maybe puberty is finally taking notice of me?"
Sara shrugs and takes her bag and shoes to the guest room closest to my room. I of course went into my room to better check what was going on with myself. ...It was a good thing I did go in there, because no sooner did I close the door I get overwhelmed by that flushed feeling from earlier. This time, it's a fair bit stronger! I feel myself slowly stretch taller and taller. The bit of fat around my stomach melting away as it heads north to grant me some actual breasts. It's barely A-cup, but it's a start. My ass feels a tad firmer as well. And my clothes... they feel slightly restrictive.
"...Okay, I've heard of late bloomers having a fast growth before, but this?" I mumble, measuring myself against the door. I'm stunned when I turn around: 5'10". Holy crap. That's four inches in less than an hour! I-I've got to let Sara know about this!
I bolt out of my room and straight into the one Sara's using. "Sara! You... you've got to see this!" I implore urgently.
"What is it? A band of gnolls and murlocs that kind of look like Davis' face? Girl, you've seriously got to-" Sara starts, only to stop as soon as she notices I'm taller than a few moments ago. She glances down at my feet, then back to my face and stammers, "W-what's going on here, Megan? No one grows four inches within a single day!"
"I wish I knew. But on the bright side, I might just make good on that claim that I'd put your body to shame one day..." I answer, laughing nervously.
"You did, didn't you? The day you admitted you've always been jealous of my physical blessings even as a kid, if I remember right..." she recalls, and then smiles as she adds, "So glad you admitted it to me rather than let it eat you up inside, Megan."
To me, that was about the scariest moment in my life, having to confess I secretly felt that way about her figure for so long. I mean, my family has more money than we know what to do with for crying out loud! (which does beg the question why my parents still work if we're practically set for life... The truth is they enjoy their jobs, but not being out of my life so often) But it felt good to get it off my chest and not let it build into resentment.
I gasp in shock as I feel my friend grope my chest from behind, snapping me out of my thoughts as she remarks, "Hm... Feels like you might have to get some real bras soon. My best friend's growing up... I'm so proud!" she lets go to allow me to turn around to face her and adds with revived concern, "Still, how do we explain this to your parents? To Beverly and Alfred? You can't avoid them."
After giving it some thought, I sigh and reply, "I can't explain this to them when I don't even know what the hell is happening other than I'm growing in odd spurts, but I can't avoid anyone seeing me, least of all my family." I gulp and add, "I've no choice. I'll have to show myself and hope they don't act like the sky is falling. And hope this growth doesn't get ridiculous too fast." I change the subject. "Let's get our homework done for now, and we may as well do it together."
"Sure, but let's do it in the study so you don't get distracted by your games, and so this growth doesn't shock everyone at dinner."
Reluctantly, I nod and return to my room to retrieve all the homework I have to complete for tomorrow. Sara had a point on both fronts, as I could at least lessen the ambient shock by dinner in letting my father and Alfred see I've grown now, and I remember only too well the last time I got chewed out for not completing my assignments because I let myself get distracted by my games. Really don't want to repeat that mistake.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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