Sara passed by a courtesy mirror and gave herself a quick wink as she approached Shawn. She didn't feel the slightest bit nervous doing what she had always feared doing before. She stopped in front of him and looked him up and down. He was still intent on reading his book and she could see his eyes go back and forth as he went over each line in his mind; he was fairly tall himself being a bit over six feet in height.

  "Hello."

  He looked up and saw her, probably for the first time. He blinked a few times and his eyes opened a little wider along with his slightly quivering jaw.

  "Hi." Shawn put down his book and stood up, probably to experiment on how tall Sara was; he didn't seem disappointed. He was wearing thin jeans and a button up shirt. His light brown hair fell over his face and thin-framed glasses.

  "I'm Sara, and you're Shawn." His brow furrowed in slight confusion. She just smiled at him. "I work over in formal wear and I've seen you here a couple of times before."

  That was a lie but he didn't know that.

  "Oh, it's nice to finally meet you."

  "What are you reading?"

  "Some Stephen King. I've always been found of a little horror."

  "Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to maybe get a drink or something after work tonight." Sara had never been so direct before in her life, but this was an extra-special case. Shawn seemed slightly stunned.

  "I'd love to Sara, my shift doesn't end until around eight but if you don't mind waiting till then I'd be happy to go out with you."

  She cocked an eyebrow and silently congratulated herself.

  "Can you pick me up in front of my apartment when you're ready?"

  "Sure, just give me your number and I'll call you sometime around 8:30 tonight."

  Sara picked up a pen and quickly scribbled her phone number on the back of a store receipt, Shawn stuffed it into his pocket.

  "I'll see you tonight." She smiled again, watching him shiver at the sight, and turned around to walk away. She snapped her fingers and nodded her head in rhythm. "So quick and so easy. Yes, things are definitely lookin' up."

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  "What did you say miss?" The cab driver glanced in his rear view mirror.

  "I said things are looking up." Sara ran her hand through her hair and pulled on a small tangle. "Got a date tonight with a guy I've had my eye on for a while."

  "Congratulations, he's a lucky chap if I may say so."

  "Why, thank you." She had received so many compliments today; she hoped she never got used to it.

  "So what do you plan on doin' tonight, if you don't mind me askin'?"

  "Drinks probably. Hopefully dinner afterwards; maybe even a movie. It's our first and I have to say I pray that things will go well."

  "Well good luck then miss. Miss? Are you okay?"

  Sara felt another wave of nausea wash over her, she quickly shook it away and looked down as her legs grew longer. The hem of her skirt hugged her thighs as they slid up slowly showing more of her swelling, tan skin. Her feet spread over the base of Stephanie's sandals, her toes sticking out ever so slightly over the edge. The leather dug into her ankles and she quickly bent over to take them off.

  As she loosened them the fabric over one shoulder tore and her shoulder blade pushed through. Sara sat back up. The neckline began to slide over her expanding breasts; slipping further down to try and accommodate her swelling flesh. Her breathing became labored as the shrinking dress constricted her chest until it gave slightly as the stitching tore; white lace peeked innocently in between the struggling green threads.

  "Stephanie is going to kill me for that." She kicked off the sandals and and fidgeted in her seat. She finished her growth spurt but could feel how tight her outfit had become; she tried not to move and further aggravate the fabric.

  "You okay?"

  She looked back up.

  "Hmm? Yes, I'm fine. Oh, here's my building."

  The cab came to a halt and Sara dug a ten out of her purse. She grabbed the sandals and stepped out on to the warm asphalt of the street. The waning hours of the day had cooled it off somewhat but it still made the soles of her feet tingle. It took her a few seconds to find her apartment key as she wasn't quite used to her longer fingers. She unceremoniously dumped her small footwear and purse on her living room chair and walked to her bedroom.

  Sara was now about halfway between 5'6" and 5'7". She began to dance lightly around her room. She turned on her stereo and continued prancing about. She stopped at the mirror and took a long look at herself. It looked like her breasts hadn't done anymore filling out, they had swollen to quite an impressive size anyway and Sara was quite pleased with the results. Her posterior had filled out a bit more however. She was sporting a lean hourglass figure that she found delightful. The dress, which was a little short to begin with, just barely covered her lower endowments. She wiggled it a little bit for emphasis and ran her hands over her hips. Her long legs had become slightly more muscular and a lot longer. She looked incredible.

  Sara looked at her bedroom window, it was open but the curtain was drawn and gently fluttering as the wind blew. She looked back at the mirror and bit her lip.

  "I'm sorry Steph, but it's already a little ripped anyway." She grabbed a handful of green fabric with each fist and pulled downward. The hole surrounding her shoulder widened as the seam split easily in her grip. The sides gave way like newspaper with a sound akin to velcro separating. It tore completely, with Sara holding half of it while the other half slid down her smooth back, leaving her in her underwear. Sara posed again after tossing what was left of her former outfit in the corner. She stood up on her tip-toes and watched her calves flex. They were thin and trim, just like the rest of her.

  "Oh yeah," she began to strut around the room, "gonna go out and have a good time for a change. And it's all thanks to you." Sara blew herself a kiss in the mirror and walked over to her closet. Her smile quickly faded as she began to take down hangars of clothes. Each outfit was obviously too small for her new body. Even the other ensembles that Stephanie had brought were a little tight. She threw them down in disgust.

  "They were baby clothes anyway. It's time to treat myself right." She grabbed her purse and found a few credit cards. "Time to go shopping." She walked towards her door and stopped, looking down at her nearly bare body.

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  Doris whistled as she brought out a couple more shoe boxes out of the store room. She had a paltry existence but enjoyed her daily routine. Besides getting a new style of pump in, the only other exciting thing that had happened to her this week was getting a letter from her Uncle Roy; which she had left unopened on her nightstand for the last two days since she received it.

  Truth be told, she wasn't all that fond of him. He was greasy and self-absorbed and never left the diner he owned in the small, unknown town where he lived. He hadn't even been down for the last seven family reunions.

  Doris liked those family reunions.

  She looked up as she heard someone come in the front door to the store. It sounded like a woman; and a fairly frantic one at that. Whoever it was, Phillys would handle it. Doris began to stack the boxes in nice, neat piles. She liked to call them the 'Great Pyramids of Doris.' She laughed to herself and placed the last box on top.

  "Excuse me."

  Doris was startled. She looked up to see a tall, brunette woman standing in the entryway into the shoe department. She was wearing what looked like a table cloth or bed sheet made into a skirt and a sweater that looked like it was meant to be worn bulky but she had it pulled tight over her chest; something that made Doris quite jealous. It looked like she had made an attempt to push up her sleeves but the cuffs were to tight to push up her forearms. She was also barefoot.

  "May I help you?" Doris tried to use her most annoyed tone of voice.

  "Do you have a foot sizer on hand?" She had dropped a black dress behind her, something off of one of the racks in front.

  "You don't know your own foot size?"

  The woman looked at a nearby table and grabbed a package of pantyhose.

  "It's been that kind of day." She smiled sardonically.

  Doris licked her lips and nodded to a corner. The woman walked over and found it under some loose papers. Doris noted how tanned and toned her patron was, she looked at her own arm and remembered how pale and wrinkled she was; her nose wrinkled in that same way.

  The woman had apparently finished what she was doing and was skipping back over to her. Doris hated young women.

  "I think I'll take one of these." She started picking through one of the 'Great Pyramids of Doris,' something Doris found extremely agitating. "These black heels will do fine. Thank you." The woman smiled again.

  Doris found it hard not to smile back; she may have hated her, but she did have fascinating eyes.

  She turned and went back to the front.

  "Hmph." Doris shook her head. It wasn't fair to see women like that, it only reminded her of her own deterioration. She bent down to pick up a carelessly tossed aside box and shrugged. Maybe she would read that letter from her Uncle Roy when she got home.

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