You have to hand it to this Sean guy, hiding his letter to Sarah in the one place neither of you ever thought to look. Still, you expect to find something else within that shoe box, but then again why would he leave something valuable in case it never got discovered? Of course, you've only just met this girl, so you don't know what would classify as valuable to her...
Though the letter does leave a couple questions in your mind... "Siblings in spirit?" you ask, confused.
"You know... like a sibling, but not related." Sarah replies, "We're like brother and sister to each other, but we have two separate families and aren't related. At least, as far as we know."
"And this 'soon to be not-so-little goddess' part? Where did that come from?"
"Duh. I told Sean about the dreams, doofus. I... guess he wrote it assuming this would be happening when I'd find it. All part of the 'finding it when the time is right' thing." Sarah says, before starting to look noticeably flushed. "Oh... I-I think I should get out of this house before I can't hide my height from your folks any longer..."
"What, y-you mean you're about to grow?" you stammer, not really at all sure what's going on, "But why hide it from them?"
"Potentially naked girl running past them? Doesn't that seem like something you don't want them to see?"
"...good point." you concede.
Sarah opens the door to your room and exits to head outside, with you following. Your parents seem too distracted with their current activities to pay attention to her and you slipping out of the house, despite being kind of noisy in the departure, but you don't try to discover what has their attention so strongly. Why add more answers you have to somehow provide?
Finally, you and Sarah slip out through the patio door into the backyard. The blonde girl looks terribly ill, and you believe you might feel her burning up if you put your hand on her sweat-laden forehead. However, before you can take a step forward to check on her, Sarah seems to relax her entire body. When she does, to your alarm she begins to visibly stretch taller before your very eyes! You guess she was 5'9" a moment ago, but now she's roughly even with your height.
Another surge, and she's now taller than you. Sarah's tank top lifts higher above her midriff, slowly exposing her bellybutton. Her pant legs recede further up her smooth, practically hairless legs even as the button fails, narrowly avoiding hitting you. Her cleavage looks ever more impressive as her breasts grow a bit faster than the rest of her, and it likely wouldn't be long before at least her bra breaks. "Ah! Shoot! Marcus, would you mind helping me get my shoes off? I really don't want to ruin them!" she asks quickly, though her voice almost has a hint of inviting something a little more than just taking her shoes off...
Nevertheless, you rush towards the growing young woman as she plunks her ass on the grass near the in-ground pool. Thankfully she hasn't tied her shoelaces into particularly difficult knots, so you're able to untie them and with great effort, yank them off her socked feet. As a result of the effort on the second shoe in particular, you end up falling onto your butt on the ground, staring at the Converse logo proudly emblazoned near the back. "I'm okay..." you remark weakly.
"That's good... Thanks. I-" Sarah begins, right before a snap is heard from her back. "I just broke my bra." she states as a matter of fact, "Besides that, I really like those shoes. An acquaintance of mine, Minnie, recommended I give them a try, so I did."
You watch as Sarah's growth continues while she casually tugs the useless bra out of her increasingly too small tank top. Her pants start splitting at the seams as her legs become too thick to be restrained. Yet as it seems she would completely grow out of her clothes, her growth stops. You don't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Sarah smiles as she says almost teasingly, "Sorry man. Guess I'm not going naked just yet. Shame I couldn't have at least torn out of these socks..."
Sarah reaches over and pulls the overworked socks off her feet before planting said feet on the ground in order to stand to her full height. You behold her head rising well above yours, her too tight clothes threatening to snap off at any moment. You trace your eyes down to her abdomen, which is flat as a washboard with the slightest definition of a six-pack developing just beneath the surface. Her arms also have maybe a bit of muscle showing. "Holy crap..." is all you can muster.
"I know, right? I think I'm about the same height as my mother now!" Sarah comments, again in a slightly sultry tone, "I mean, it's a little creepy at first, but this is kind of thrilling." Her moves are surprisingly fluid, seemingly well practiced despite having just grown to what she's guessed to be about 6'4", the same height as her mother Jasmine. It's honestly turning you on, if just a bit.
In fact, nearly everything she does now is starting to arouse you. Is she unconsciously flirting with you? How can anyone do that, though? Regardless, you ask to try and clear your head, "Um, what am I supposed to do with your shoes? And how the hell do we explain this to your parents?"
Sarah walks over to you and bends down to help you up. "I'll take my shoes back, thanks." she answers with a heartwarming smile, "Well, mom kind of already knows. I couldn't really sneak past her, and I also told her about my dream all those years ago. Still, I'll just have to tell them up front. And get in touch with Sean to let him know I've finally found what he left for me. Eventually."
"W-why eventually? Why not get in touch with him now?"
"Because... because he's probably busy right now! If he's working right now, I don't want to do anything that might get him fired from his job." Sarah replies to your question, "God knows it's hard to secure one these days. I've even tried the Baskin-Robbins down the road from the comic store and they wouldn't hire me. I don't even have a criminal record or anything."
You get the sense that Sarah's hesitant to get in touch with Sean for other reasons, but you decide not to push the issue. Regardless if she considers you a friend or not, your gut tells you not to anger the girl who's already taller than you and is likely going to be growing even bigger in the near future. Surely she'll do it when she feels comfortable doing so. Taking another glance at her, you note that Sarah and her mom are indeed quite comparable at the moment. You can scarcely imagine how much bigger she's going to get, even if your thoughts keep coming back to it repeatedly.
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