A bird twittered outside the window. The brisk morning wind pushed aside the curtain and sunlight flooded the bedroom.

  Sara wrinkled her nose and turned over. She unconsciously tugged on her bedspread and it slid upward; exposing her feet. They dangled over the bed post and quickly chilled. It roused her slightly and she felt a light cramping all over her body. She stretched and arched her back. Her head pressed against one end of the bed and her legs slowly extended farther over the edge, the cuff on her sweats never peeking out from under the sheets. The polish on her toenails had completely flaked off during the night. She curled herself into a ball and snoozed for a few more seconds.

  The bird sang again.

  Sara opened her eyes. She didn't have work until the afternoon again so she had time to sleep in, but she didn't want to do that. She swung her legs over and set her feet on the ground, smiling about how little time it took them to hit the hardwood. She slowly stood up, everything moving farther down her field of vision. Her pants were very tight in the hips, stretched tight across them and not able to totally reach up to her waist, the top band of her black panties poking out over the hem. Neither pant leg reached past her calves, instead they hugged her legs just below the knees and the fabric clung to her thighs with no room to spare. Sara walked over to mirror.

  Her eyes widened in amazement. The gray fabric of her t-shirt sleeves had crept half-way up her upper arms. Her shoulders had become broader and quite a bit stronger. And...

  She cocked her head to the side a little and looked at the bottom of her shirt. Beneath it, the lower half of her breasts bulged out. They had grown so large her shirt couldn't cover her stomach or lower back any more.

  Now they're huge.

  She ran her long fingers underneath them, smiling as she did. Sara slowly lifted her shirt over the top of them. They were firm globes that stuck out from her chest; dark and tan like the rest of her skin and they shined with a dull light in the morning glow. She dropped the hem of her shirt and raised her arms above her head; gazing at her lithe body in the mirror as she did a quick twirl.

  A D-cup now I should think.

  Sara spied the mark she had made the night before on the wall and tip-toed up to it.

  She was about eye-level with her last mark. She stood up against the wall and made a new one. After careful measuring she sat down back on the bed and looked at the tape.

  Sara was now 5'3". She leaned back and took a glance around her room. Things looked smaller; not by much, but it was noticeable. Her sweats rode down a little bit more as she squirmed. She took one last look around the room, rolled onto her back as she kicked her legs in the air and screamed with glee.

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  "Hello?"

  "Stephanie?"

  "Hey Sara. Wow, I slept in pretty late today. I guess I should thank you for calling."

  "Later, you have to get over here right now."

  "What the hell for?"

  "I'll show you when you get here, just get your ass out of bed and hurry up."

  "All right, geez."

  "Oh, and Steph?"

  "What?"

  "You're about 5' 4" aren't you?"

  "Yeah, why?"

  "No reason, can you bring that red skirt of your's over with you and a couple of shirts to go with it?"

  "Should I be worried about this?"

  "No. But hurry up!"

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  Stephanie slid a quarter into the parking meter and turned the handle. The 'time violation' tag disappeared and was replaced by the minute pointer. She had an hour and a half with her change and didn't know if that would be enough with what Sara wanted to show her. She shrugged and headed up the steps with a few coat hangers of clothing.

  Stephanie expected that maybe she wanted dress up together and go out and do something special. Or maybe an old friend had stopped by and needed something clean to wear. She stopped in front of Sara's door and pressed the buzzer a few times. A nearby speaker crackled.

  "Steph?"

  "Yeah it's me. Open up will ya?"

  "All right, but get ready for a surprise."

  Stephanie heard Sara unlatch the door and turn the knob. It quickly opened and she stepped inside, her friend was hiding behind it. She looked around.

  "So? The pad is a little messy. It's always like this."

  "Oh? Well then, how does this shake you?" Sara closed the door and stood next to it with a smile.

  Stephanie turned around and looked at her. She blinked a few times and looked down, expecting to see Sara standing on a step stool. Her eyes went wide as she saw her friend's bare feet on the floor and sweat pants that ended just above her smooth shins. Her face went pale and she backed up with an open mouth.

  "What the he... he... HELL!" She almost tripped over backwards but Sara caught her by the arm. She clapped a hand over her Stephanie's mouth and bought a finger to her lips.

  "Shhhh!"

  She struggled to breathe, almost hyperventilating with hysteria. She kept shaking her head and her red hair trembled with her shivering.

  Sara fought to keep down her own giggling, she kept staring at her friend's wide eyes. Trying to calm her down with quiet words and a comforting look.

  Stephanie dropped what she was carrying and it slipped to the floor. She looked Sara up and down once more and, after another moment, nodded her head.

  Sara slowly removed her hand and took a few steps backward. She smiled.

  "Well? What do you think?"

  "I, uh... I... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?!"

  Sara rolled her eyes and pushed Stephanie into the bedroom.

  "Will you shut up!" She kicked the dropped clothes across the floor and closed the door.

  Stephanie fell back onto the bed and kept staring. She calmed down a little as her perspective changed; but she knew if she stood up again, things would go back to the way they were.

  Sara folded her arms in front of her and cocked an eyebrow in annoyance.

  "Are you all right now?"

  "I think so." Stephanie looked back down at Sara's feet. They were firmly planted on the floor. Her pant legs were still at their shorter length. The waist was tight around her wide hips and the white t-shirt was not covering all that it should have been covering. She tilted her head to get a better view of the bottom of Sara's expanded breasts. She looked like she might shout again. Stephanie looked back up. "Are those real?"

  "Yep. Not bad huh?" Sara arched her back and jutted them forward. The hem of her shirt slid up past her nipples and she laughed at her image in the mirror.

  "Sara!"

  "What?"

  "What is going on?"

  Sara shook her head, her eyes filled with wondrous excitement.

  "I don't know! I don't think I really care! Look at me! I'm gorgeous!"

  "Sara, you've grown, like, over half a foot overnight. That's not normal."

  "So? I feel great! And just look at me!" She twirled in place and her hair whirled about her head.

  "So this doesn't worry you at all? Waking up and suddenly have gone through a quick second puberty isn't bizarre!?!"

  "Actually, it started yesterday. Remember when I got dizzy and almost fell over at the coffee shop? Well that's happened a couple of times since and each time I seem to have gained a little height."

  "Don't you want to go to the doctor or anything? Aren't you scared?"

  "Hell no!"

  Stephanie jumped back a little.

  "I told you I feel great. If I go to the hospital, they might find a cure or something." Sara ran her hands lovingly over the firm globes on her chest, "and I'm not about to have that happen."

  Stephanie slowly stood back up. Sara was still a little shorter than she was, but not by much. She had always silently pitied her friend for being so short. But now that she had apparently overcome that little handicap, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Whatever was happening to Sara, Stephanie had to admit she looked fantastic and certainly seemed happier with her situation.

  "So what are you going to do now?"

  "I'm going to go out and enjoy not being tiny, that's what I'm going to do."

  "You can't go out dressed like that! Look at you, your shirt can't keep you decent and your pants look like they'll tear if you bend your knees."

  "Well, my dear, that's why ... oh," Sara stumbled over and grabbed hold of her desk chair to keep herself on her feet.

  Stephanie moved to help her then stopped and watched in astonishment.

  The cuffs on her sweats, slightly huddled up above her calves, began to unbunch and travel upward where it stretched sideways to accommodate her strong thighs. The waistband tried to squirm it's way down, but Sara's hips forced it to stay put. Her shirt quit trying to cover her chest and slid past her nipples; they were stiff and perfect as they topped two large, firm, and as Stephanie noted, slowly-swelling breasts. One pant leg tore, she looked down to see Sara's tan skin poke through as the fabric gave way. The other leg squeezed her thigh as it refused to give; Sara stepped forward and, as her foot touched the ground and her muscle tensed, it split as well. Strings of cotton frayed loosely around the new openings as they widened little by little with slight rips.

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