Thank God, she's alone as she exits her sleek black car. Mary Anne is a very short woman with short tight red hair, almost like that of a woman of the Roaring Twenties, and her clothes scream, as she likes to put it, "fabulous," so bizarre, so bold, yet so stunning and beautiful. Wasting no time she skirts up to the and promptly rings the door bell, and that's where the trouble begins.

First things first, the doorbell wakes John up who roles out of bed, scratches himself awake and heads out the bedroom door. Meanwhile little miss Tabitha only towering in a twenty feet, and growing is having difficulty opening the door with her massive hands, and as she reaches for the door, she knows over several decorations: paintings, a lamp, and just about every picture you can imagine, hell even some of the furniture is toppled over. Outside Mary Anne taps her foot repetitively, checks her watch, and begins pounding on the door. John enters the main room, stares blankly for a moment at Tabitha who smiles and waves, and then faints. Another knock, this time even louder.

"Hello!? Hello!? Darling it's me, don't keep me waiting you know I don't like to wait darling," Mary Anne speaks playfully, but loud enough to annoy the neighbors, and sure enough one of them who happens to be watering her garden glances over at the bombastic voice, and as she does looks in through the side window of the small house, sees Tabitha, who just happens to be looking out that same window, and then the neighbor faints. Tabitha is now in a spas trying to open the door. "I can hear you in there darling, don't try and hide." Tabitha would say something, but she is afraid she might grab the attention of all the other neighbors leading to a massive faint-off. Giving up, Mary Anne reaches into her purse and pulls out an odd device, puts it up to the door, puts her ear to it, and turning a few nobs here and there, manages to unlock the door.

"Darling, it's been too long, too long!" Mary Anne comes to a halt the moment she clothes the door behind her and sees Tabitha, "My God! This room is a disaster! You really ought to clean more often, and the choice of decor, this is a home of a beautiful woman, not a sorority of drunken college girls with too many photographs. It's simple God awful. Why if I was you I'd hire a home decorator, and besides myself, I know of a great person to go to, think of him as my mentor. He's a great guy too, charming, handsome, well-groomed, and such a taste for the arts, his name is Mortimer, and he is to die for! Delicious. I would date him of course, but I don't date clients. Yes of course buys his state of the art clothes from us, I mean what person with class would not. Oh but enough about me, how are you?"

"Oh not much, John and I are still going strong, I got promoted, and oh yeah, I'm now 20 feet tall."

"I thought there was something different about you, but don't worry tall is good, tall is fabulous, it's simply the new rave."

"20 feet."

"It's bold I'll say that." Mary Anne examines Tabitha to notice that she is in fact nude, with her clothes ripped to shreds. Pulling out a minuscule cell phone she begins typing away, still keeping her conversation with Tabitha. "Perhaps too bold, we're going to need to get you a new set of fabulous clothes."

"Wonderful, that's well one of the reasons I call you. I need to know how to get back to normal."

"Details, details! First you're coming with me to Cubix Laboratories."

"I'm not sure how. I don't even know how to exactly get out of my house, I mean none of the doors are big enough, and even then , someone is sure to notice me, I mean it isn't every day a 20 foot naked woman walks ten miles to a lab in the middle of Chicago."

"Details! Details! You think too much in detail." And just like that a semi-truck screeched up to the front of her home.

"Ok, good, now how do I get into the truck without being noticed or breaking my house?"

"You think too small darling. You've got to be a quick thinker if you want to make it out there on your own."

"I'm a well-respected art critic in one of the biggest cities in the world at the age of twenty-five."

"Details, darling, details!"

Well as it turned out Tabitha's backyard windows, which stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling could open almost like a door, and after the truck driver took off the window screen she was able to slip out, even though she now came in a twenty-five feet, yes thankfully the window was large enough.

"What about John? What should I tell him?" Tabitha questioned Mary Anne. Without words, she pulls out a small pad of paper from her blazer pocket and a pen from her chest pocket and delicately yet swiftly writes a short message that Tabitha is going to Cubix Laboratories and posts it on the refrigerator with a sleek silver magnet. Tabitha turns to the truck driver, "I can understand Mary Anne, but why aren't you fazed?"

"Girl, when you've lived with my wife for twenty years, a giant woman doesn't seem so scary."

Thankfully the driver had broken a fire hydrant and distracted half the neighborhood with it for enough time for them to sneak Tabitha into the truck without anyone noticing, or at least without making a scene, as surely some people would notice.

It didn't take them long to arrive to Cubix Labs, a tall sleek building with modernistic architecture, and from the inside, the whole place felt like a mix between a classy 1960s classy office building, and a high tech futuristic warehouse. The unloaded a now fifty foot Tabitha who crawled out of the semi truck, breathing for air as she exited, her hair tight against her head, and her body a little red and sweaty. The room she was in was quite massive, with fashion rushing everywhere on mechanical clothes lines, circulating in and out of the room. People, now the size of Barbie dolls, filled in and out of the room, some where in shock as they saw Tabitha who waved and smiled, some fainted, and some just continued on with their work.

Mary Anne skirted over to a giant Tabitha sitting girlishly on the floor, "Might I recommend a shower darling?"

"That's sound great actually-"

"There's no time darling, first some details! You wanted details and here they are! I took a blood sample from you why you weren't looking and sent them to my top scientists. They were all idiots, so I studied it myself on the trip using my marvelous new handheld computer and of course my natural intelligence and figured out why you've grown so wildly. Simply put, so even you can understand it, you've been in contact with a rare man made radioactive element. It's top secret work, and not even I know anything about, but I do know they canceled their experiments on it. Furthermore, based on the amount of radioactivity in your blood stream and your original height, you should expect grow to around 100 feet. But enough gobbling science talk, lets talk fashion.

Pushing a button a whole wall panel slid up towards the ceiling leaving a glass window and a moving treadmill moving in a line fashionable clothes. "I designed your new set of clothes a while back, one must always be prepared for such situations."

"For me becoming a giant?"

"Anything can happen. Anyways I design this new wardrobe based on your taste in fashion and added in a little genius of my own." The wardrobe did impress Tabitha, it ranged all the way from a classy prep look for formal wear to plaid pajama bottoms and cute t-shirts, even some stylish dresses she could never afford, mostly in scarlet. It was wonderful, but a little too small as they were all still normal size.

"Um, Mary Anne, these clothes are great and all, but how am I ever going to fit into them? It's like trying to put on a doll's clothes."

"Details! Don't ever question the great Mary Anne darling. The material the clothes are made out of, or will be made of by this evening is made out of a stretchable material, that will never break, and always looks for the user's comfort level. Marvelous? I know darling."

"Oh, well how perfect."

"But darling, that's not even the best part." The clothes moved along the treadmill to reveal a new set of clothes, this time they were sexy launderette. "Now this wardrobe I designed around John's tastes, sexy, bold, but always classy. He has great taste you know. So how do you think John will take all of this?"