I Did This for You
Alison adored Marco. Perhaps way too much, but she didn’t care. The little blonde woman with the impish breasts and scrawny legs had a huge crush on her new boyfriend. Marco was the captain of the high school football team and all the girls at the school vied for his attention. How Alison gained his favor was anyone’s guess.
He towered over her by a good twelve inches, and to be honest, that bothered him. Marco wanted a full grown girl, but hey, when you got a girl like Alison to do your homework, wash your new sports car, and even pay for dinner when they went out, Marco thought he’d use her up before moving on to another girl. Such was the life of this senior jock.
She knew of his desire for a taller, sexier girlfriend, so one day Alison drove to the mystic palm-reader in the artist district of town and parked her car. She stepped inside the odd-smelling shop and waited for Madame Consuela to appear.
“Hello, child,” she said in her aged cracking voice. “What brings you here today?”
“I’m nervous that my new boyfriend might find me too scrawny for his tastes. You’ve never steered me wrong with your advice before, so I need your help now. Can you read my fate in the cards?” Consuela smiled and asked for her usual fee of $50.00. Once money changed hands, she invited Alison to have a seat while she lit candles and more odorous incense.
The tarot cards fell onto the table and Madame Consuela shifted them around while humming. Eventually she spoke. “Yes, I can see it clearly now. He’s using you, dear. He likes the tall girls in your school and wishes you were more like them.”
“Is there anything I can do?” pleaded Alison. Her heart was pounding with desperation and hurt. She looked into Consuela’s eyes for any answer.
“I may have one little trick. I haven’t used this potion in over twenty years, but there might be enough left for you. Alison beamed with renewed hope and eagerly asked her to fetch the potion. Coming back from the curtained off back room, Madame Consuela produced a tiny bottle with perhaps three drops left inside the vial.
“Drink this the minute you get home, and not earlier. It works very quickly, and it’s permanent, dear. You must be very certain you wish to be bigger. There is no cure to reverse the effects.” Alison had no intention of going back, so she paid the asking price of $200.00 and never doubted Madame Consuela for a second.
Hugging the old sage, Alison hurried home and ran up to her bedroom. She pulled the little dusty vial from her purse and looked at the oily liquid inside. The aged cork pulled free and Alison toasted her reflection in the dresser mirror. “Wish me luck,” she said to herself and drank the last three drops.
Instantly she became disoriented and flopped on her king-sized bed. It was an ironic gift from her father, since her sleeping in it was like a puppy lying on an air mattress. However, hours later when Alison woke up again, her head, hands, and feet draped over both ends of the bed. She rose up and stretched, suddenly aware of her new physique. With her hands stretching out above her head, her fingertips hit the circling ceiling fan blades.
Alison whirled around and looked into her dresser mirror again. This new body of hers filled the glass aperture. Hanging on her chest were two full ripe rounded breasts with rosy pink nipples. Her stomach became flat and toned, and below that her hips flared out in womanly shapely cheeks. Those long legs of hers were muscular, but feminine, not scrawny chicken legs like before.
She was beautiful, tall, and womanly. Even her blonde hair grew out fuller and more naturally light blonde. She laughed out loud and stood up. Not used to her new height, Alison sank back down on the mattress. It gave in to her new weight easily. She laughed out loud and thanked Madame Consuela.
Her miniature clothes ripped off her body while she had been passed out, so she tossed away the torn garments and walked carefully around her room fully nude. Being the only one home, Alison stepped outside her room and padded on bare feet down the hallway to her parents’ room. There, she looked frantically for any clothing her mother might have that could cover her new frame. She selected a stretchy skirt, large tank top, and even a pair of lacy blue panties. No shoes would work, so Alison went without.
The clothes were a bit tight, but they would do until Alison could make her way back to the mall and go shopping. Before, though, she wanted to see the look on Marco’s face. She made her way back to her bedroom and picked up her phone. The buttons were so small to her enlarged fingers, but she eventually made the call.
“Marco, if you come over now, I promise you an experience you’ve only dreamed about before. I love you and promise you a great afternoon!” Finally convinced, Marco said he’d be right over. Alison squealed with delight and danced in her room.
Marco showed up twenty minutes later, less than enthused. Alison called for him to let himself in and make himself comfortable in the living room. He slouched in the overstuffed white floral chair near the fireplace and waited. It was very hot out, so Marco wore grey fleece shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. He kicked off his sandals and waited for Alison’s ‘big’ surprise.
“Are you ready to be amazed?” she called from the guest room off the living room’s adjoining hallway.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he said with little energy.
Alison stepped out and showed off her new tall body to her boyfriend. Wearing only the billowy blouse from her mother and the blue panties, she stood before Marco, spinning around to give him the full effect. “Well, what do you think of your girl now?” she asked.
Marco rubbed his eyes and asked if it was a trick. Alison assured him she was the real deal. “And it’s permanent, love,” she added. “I’m now taller than anyone else at school! Isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted in a girl? Girl,” she spat out embarrassed, “I’m not a girl anymore, I’m a woman!” Marco seemed unsure of her, and spoke very little.
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