Feck it, I'll go. She normally wouldn't do this kind of thing, but she could do with getting out more. She stood up and went into her living. Evie flipped open her laptop on the table and inspected her arm, which was now totally sporting the greenish tint. The new plant food, maybe? She'd need to find clothes to fit.
Later...
She stepped out of the taxi outside Tom's flat. She was a bit late and the party sounded like it was fully underway. She'd found a skirt and blouse to wear that fit; the heels she had on made her feel like a bit of a giant... a kind of wobbly giant.
Once inside, she began to realise that she'd maybe made a mistake.
Given a hour, she knew she had. No-one had acknowledged her really; she'd contented herself by hanging around near the party foods looking around at a combination of people who disliked her in school and Univerisity students who thought rather too much of themselves. She downed her glass of water. Couldn't even get a proper drink. Suddenly, her stomach began to hurt again.
Evie maneuvered her way to the bathroom, around drunk lads and flirty girls. She locked the door behind her. Her breathing was starting to become heavier. What the hell's been going on. The dizziness was coming back. Her chest was feeling tighter. As she panted harder, she saw her fingers elongating before her eyes as they grasped the sink. Was there something in that water!? She groaned as her torso stretched exposing a little stomach; Her tights ripped up the backs as her legs creaked bigger and longer. A sweat broke out across her body; looking down she saw her breasts balloon and stretch her blouse.
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