author: cambot
Sneaking across campus ('sneaking' being a bit difficult at your new height), your thoughts turn to two of your friends, Misha and Becca. You've lusted after Misha for several years and had an on-again-off again relationship with Becca. Despite all of this, you've all remained very good friends. Unfortunately, not of the 'friends with benefits' variety. Tonight might be a good night to see if that can change.
Luckily, they both share a small house away from campus. The "Little House on the Alley" is down past all the bars, so the few people outside just write you off as an alcohol-fueled illusion. With the increased height, the walk goes by quickly. Not wanting to scare either of the girls, you stoop down and ring the doorbell, hoping that the distortion caused by the peephole is enough to disguise your new stature.
"Hey!" Becca answers the door and opens the locks as normal. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that the door that was almost too low before is even worse today. Oh well, not the first door you're going to have problems with at this size. Remembering how you moved Misha's couch in, you squeeze through the door to find that Becca is already back sitting on said couch, facing away from you.
"Hey you", she says, "Misha's at the library studying. Wanna watch TV with me?" She still hasn't turned around.
"Sure, but can you help me with that stupid art history class? We're supposed to be studying ancient Roman sculpture." You say. Luckily, the house was once the two-car garage for the main residence, and was converted into a shabby, odd apartment to overcharge college students for rent. The living room takes up pretty much the entire first floor, so there's plenty of room to stand up.
"Maybe. What seems to be the problem?" She still hasn't turned away from the TV.
"Well, maybe you can help me decide which Roman god I resemble."
She turns around to laugh. That joke's been a staple for a couple of semesters.
"Holy $$$$%#!" Except, well, she didn't say dollar signs and the like. It was more a mixture of fifteen different curse words and the gibberish that accompanies shock. "You... you're... uh..." She's in shock, but not enough to not look you up and down a few times. That's not a bad sign, however the fainting that ensues is.
"Oh crap," you say as she falls over. Good thing she'd sat down.
Now, Becca had always been a friend through all your relationship ups and downs, so doing anything until she came to was unthinkable. You notice that she's wearing one of your old college t-shirts and a pair of your gym shorts which seems strange until you realize that she hasn't been dating any other guys. She always did like to lounge around in your borrowed clothes. It occurs to you (well, other than a quick thought about a lecture on the appropriate uses of your emergency house key that you loaned her) that she could grow in those clothes a bit before they became too tight. Becca was a very thin 5'3", so she had a little room to grow. And with that, your new confidence kicks in. Normally, you'd never think about doing such a thing, but hey, if you enjoyed growing so much, maybe she would too. It'll be a surprise when she comes to.
You pull out the transposer and take aim at her stretched out form on the couch. Though still out cold, she emits a low moan as the energy hits her and her body begins to expand. Much like you, the change in size also comes with "enhancement". Becca's short hair begins to get a little longer. You notice that the t-shirt is getting a little tighter in one particular area. And roughly guessing, you think that she's gained a good seven inches in height. She did always want to get taller after all. And she did always want a little "extra" in the chest department.
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