By the time Carol got to the locker room, most of the other girls had already changed into their gym clothes, leaving only her and a handful of other girls.

Carol quietly made her way towards the back of the room, away from anyone who might notice her size difference. She quickly changed clothes and made her way towards the gym and got in line with her classmates, as the teacher took attendance, walking slowly down the line of kids as he did so.

The kids surrounding Carol towered over her, with each kid at least a foot taller than she was. One student, a boy, would occasionally glance down towards the small girl next to him. She looked so familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out who she was.

The teacher approached, his face buried in his clipboard as he read off each student's name. He approached Carol and she heard her name called. "Here," she replied, her voice slightly higher than it had been yesterday.

The coach lowered his clipboard, expecting Carol to be at least four inches taller than his own 6 feet even. Imagine his shock when she was over a foot shorter than him.

"Carol?" he said, perplexed. "Is that you?"

The smaller woman giggled nervously, as other students were now looking towards her. "Um, yeah," she said, watching everyone's reactions. "It's me."

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Um, my body's been going through some changes," she replied, gesturing towards her enhanced breasts and overall sexy body.

"I can see that," the coach replied, before adding, "Well, as long as you can still play basketball, it's okay with me." He kept moving down the line of kids, continuing to take attendance.

Soon after, class began, with the basketballs being handed out to the athletic kids, while the less physically gifted stayed against the wall, watching the bigger kids playing.

Carol teamed up with a mixed group of boys and girls, each towering over her in height. They started playing, but despite her natural basketball skills and increased stamina in her arms and legs, she was having a hard time getting the ball to the basket. She still had her usual klutziness.

Onetime during class, someone had passed her the ball, and she awkwardly clutched it, before a bigger kid came by and took the ball from her hands. Carol groaned in frustration and ran after the kid, trying to prevent him from scoring. But with her shorter legs, she was having a hard time keeping up. The kid easily scored.

Another time, Carol waited underneath the basket for the same boy to come in for the basket. As he approached, however, she noticed he stood more than a foot taller than her. In a desperate attempt to prevent the score, Carol jumped up, almost at the same time as the boy, and the two collided, sending Carol to the floor, while the larger student scored.

Carol groaned as she stood back up, dusting herself off in the process. Seeing that she was outmatched, she decided to stand on the sidelines for the rest of class. She walked over and stood against the bleachers, frustrated at her performance.

Looking over at the other side of the court, Carol saw a few track athletes practicing their sprints, while their coach looked on.

Carol had always wanted to be able to run as fast as the track and field athletes, but never had enough talent to be any good at it. Well, now was her chance. Only, she knew it would cost her another 3 inches in height.

Does Carol go through with it?