"Oh, I think that's safe to say." Amber got up and stood behind her lover. "You know I've always thought that really tall women were gawky and weird looking. But you really make it work."

  "What do you mean? We've made out with Lisa and Rachel before and they're pretty tall. You've never been put off by them before."

  "That's different," Amber draped her arms over Katie's shoulders and curtly added, "they're gorgeous."

  Amber leaned forward and they kissed; she tasted the sweet spice of her lips and closed her eyes as she quietly pecked at her lover's chin. Katie sighed as she turned back to the mirror with Amber still nibbling on her shoulder.

  "My god Amber, look at us. Even though we're now, like what, six feet tall? We only look just a little bit taller you know?"

  Katie made a small circle around Amber and began to inspect her girlfriend's body.

  "Slightly longer legs."

  Amber's thigh was firmly squeezed.

  "Longer torso."

  Light fingers traced along her sides. A faint tickle.

  "Definitely stronger."

  A nicely muscled arm was gently massaged. Katie then roughly seized Amber's chest, needing both hands to effectively hold one of her overflowing breasts.

  "Bigger tits!"

  Amber laughed.

  "You're a goddess."

  "That goes without saying."

  Amber choose a pair of shorts identical to Katie's and slid them on as her girlfriend watched. Katie picked a white copy of her own shirt and slipped Amber's arms though it. After she tied the lapels they looked at each other in the mirror.

  "Oh yeah."

  "Let's go."

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  "Stand still." Kristina was comparing herself with Wendy in their own mirror. "About half of an inch more I think."

  Kristina got down on her knees and promptly went to work, but only for a moment before she stood back up. Wendy was having difficulty keeping her balance, her womanhood twitching in spastic ecstasy after Kristina's ministrations and, what felt like, bursts of lightning shooting through her pelvis.

  Kristina noted her smile as she breathed erratically. They were about the same height.

  "Mmm, just right."

  "That's right all right. C'mon baby, a little more?"

  "Get dressed, we're leaving before we get arrested or something."

  "Please?"

  Wendy got a light spanking for her question. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might have caught a few extra millimeters with it. She pouted.

  "It's just not fair, and after I bought everyone a new wardrobe too."

  "One new outfit apiece. And we probably won't be keeping them long either."

  Wendy bit her lip to stifle a smile.

  "Kristina?"

  "Yeah?"

  "What do you think is happening to us? I mean what really caused all of this?"

  "I don't know. I'm not really sure I care. I was dwelling on it earlier and I first thought it was some kind of fluke. You know, an accident or something. But then I felt that it could be some kind of gift."

  "A gift?"

  "Yeah, think about it. We're all more or less good people. We're not exactly hard-working cause we're all wealthy in some form or another and don't really need to get serious jobs. But we don't go around flaunting it or looking down on others for it." Kristina squeezed into another black dress that was somewhat like the one she wore into the store. "We give a lot to charities and tip at least twenty percent."

  "So that's why this is happening? Because we're loose with cash."

  "I don't mean just that, we're all going to school not to learn a trade, but just to learn as much as we can, about the world we live in and the people we live with. I think that all makes us good human-beings and someone is rewarding us for it. Albeit a totally bizarre reward, but I'm not complaining."

  Wendy was smoothing out the suit jacket she had just put on over her new, larger brassiere. The electric-blue coat blended beautifully with the red lace.

  "I didn't know you were so metaphysical. I like it; It's sexy."

  Kristina wrapped Wendy in her arms, holding her close. Their lips met and they kissed quietly under the fluorescent candlelight. As their faces parted, a thin line connected their mouths and quickly snapped. Neither noticed as they hugged each other tightly.

  "I don't know what I would do if I couldn't be near you my love."

  Wendy sighed.

  "Life is unbearable when I even think of you going away."

  Without another word, Kristina picked her up keys with one hand and firmly grasped Wendy's fingers with the other. They opened the stall door all the while staring into each other's eyes.

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  "I mustn't stare at the customers. It's impolite. I mustn't stare at the customers. It's impolite. I mustn't stare ... my god."

  A thin man in an off-the-rack suit sat trembling on a small stool behind his counter's cash register. He hadn't moved an inch from his spot since he watched Wendy sashay her way back into the fitting rooms. He kept chanting his incantation to the dismay of other customers who were forced to go to other parts of the department store to purchase their wares.

  "I mustn't stare at the customers. It's impolite."

  The door to the dressing room area swung open.

  "Oh bloody hell." A single drop of sweat danced upon his forehead as it searched for a way to sneak into his left eye.

  Rachel and Lisa were the first ones out. Both giggled as they walked through the door frame, watching the top of it as it passed mere inches over their heads. The clerk never noticed as he was just barely staring at them through the corner of his vision. He was focusing more on the, what were supposed to baggy, men's jeans that clung to their long thighs. Their hips jutted out to the sides while the waist was loose and pinched together with large leather belts.

  One of them spoke as they passed by quickly, blowing him a kiss.

  "Thank you very much."

  The clerk wiped his eye as it began to sting. When he opened it back up, he saw another pair trailing behind them; they were the blonde and brunette couple. The shorts they wore were reminiscent of the Daisy Duke shorts that were so popular amongst midwestern farm girls that dreamt of being in Playboy. He didn't have to look to picture their full hips swaying back in forth in denim skin. He swallowed hard and grinded his teeth.

  "Excuse me."

  The clerk jumped. The one that had paid for all of the clothes was standing before him; on her tip-toes apparently as she leaned forward. The dark volleyballs barely being constrained by red lace were supporting her on the counter better than her arms were.

  "I just wanted to tell you we're wearing the new stuff out with us and we have the clothes we came in with in our bags."

  Her nipples were staring right at him through their red covers. He swallowed.

  "I, I ... I don't know." He blinked and stared nervously, something that did not go unnoticed.

  She smiled and stood up to her full height. She was broad, with strong shoulders and legs that he knew could break him like a twig if he perturbed them. His chant danced through his mind and he stared forward again. Unfortunately, the last of them was walking towards him from the dressing room and he couldn't help but take notice on how so much black fabric could cover up so little skin. The clerk looked down.

  "Thanks again."

  He heard the soft plod of shoes walking away on the carpeted floors. He waited till he thought they were gone before he looked back up. He did so just in time to see them going around a wall hand-in-hand.

  That was his breaking point.

  He picked up the customer service line that was hung on a nearby pillar. A voice crackled from somewhere far away.

  "John? ... Tell Darla I'm going home sick ... Why? ... No reason ... I just have to go tend to some personal business ... I also think I'm going to cancel that Penthouse subscription you got me for my birthday ... I don't think I'll need it anymore."

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  They quickly retraced their steps through the mall.

  Amber giggled as she passed the same woman at the t-shirt stand. She looked so small and not nearly as attractive as she was when they first passed. All the woman could do was stare at someone she thought she recognized from earlier, but who now stood a good seven inches taller than she was supposed to be. Her thoughts stayed on Amber for a long time after they passed for reasons she couldn't fathom.

  They ran through the parking lot and clambered into Kristina's van. No one was at ease in their usual spots. Both Katie and Amber had a rough time getting used to the fact that they could no longer stand up straight in the back. Rachel and Lisa's legs hung precariously over the edge of the couch; Lisa giggling as she kicked them in mid-air. Kristina almost knocked over the mini-fridge moving her seat back and Wendy resorted to sticking her bare feet out the window instead of cramming them in front of her. The wind tickled her cute toes as the van sped along; they were never that long by her standards before; of course, that was before they were over an inch long. She looked at her nails as she flexed her toes repeatedly as the others were goofing off with each other behind her.

  The crowded streets eventually gave way to a thin and less-traveled road. Parked cars dotted the sides as Kristina drove towards the metal warehouses on the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles; lines that ran to Union Station rumbled with Amtraks and Metrolinks.

  Kristina pulled into a driveway guarded by a green kiosk as she rolled down her window.

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