She rushed to get dressed for school. When she was done, she paused. Was it her imagination, or were her clothes tighter than usual. Her frown turned to a wince. Her pink and white shirt was pinching under her arms?
... "Hey there Kathy!" Davis kicked the ball against a brick wall. "Say you look cool."
"I don't feel so cool." Kathy sighed, squirming in her oppressively tight outfit. Could her clothes have shrunk in the wash? Her feet were killing her... surely her shoes hadn't shrunk in the wash!
Kathy ran to school, panting when she finally arrived. She didn't want to stay with Davis, because she didn't want him treating her differently. She felt tight pains all over her body.
... "Yeah like my clothes are shrinking..." Kathy made a fist to demonstrate, but when she did so, the top of her shirt sleeve suddenly split and separated along the seam. She dropped her bag and the contents spilled all over the floor.
"Whoa," Davis said. "Hey, I got that..." Davis gallantly bent over to get her stuff, but Kathy didn't want him bothering over her sake. She stood and bent over, accidentally hitting Davis's head with hers.
"Ow!" they both said in unison, but not loud enough to overshadow the ripping sound coming from Kathy's pants. Davis tried to think of the right thing to say, but a thought suddenly occurred to Kathy. She looked at Davis; she was eye-level with him. She ran to the nurse's wall and measured her height. She looked at it.
"Oh my Gawd!" she said. "I know what's happening..."
"What?" Davis asked, relieved at not having to comment on the pants.
"I'm getting um... older... really fast."
She sat down again and tried to unlace her shoes. "This has never happened to me before. Well, except those times alone in my bed when..."
"What are you doing?" asked Davis in awe.
"What does it look like?" Kathy managed to pry one shoe off - even with her added strength, something she was really starting to notice, it took effort - and then the other. "That feels so much better," she breathed, slumping in her seat and wiggling her toes in her socks.
"For real? You really think..."
Kathy just smiled. "What, you don't believe me?" She made a fist with her other arm, the one with the intact shirt sleeve, and squeezed quite deliberately. The long seam of her too short sleeve just peeled apart like a zipper. She quickly ripped and tore it off. Kathy brushed her longer and wider forearms with her hands, leaving both of them bare, and a pile of scraps on the carpet.
While Davis was still gaping at that, Kathy stood up. Her shirt came untucked, and more stitches tore, causing Davis to gulp and stare at the floor, blushing. She couldn't help herself. "Look at me, Davis. I'm taller than you are now."
Kathy looked down, then gasped, blushing rather vividly herself. She hadn't realized just how naughty she looked, with half her clothes torn and the rest skin-tight.
"I have to get out before the whole school sees me!"
"Want to skip class huh?" Davis asked.
"Well," Kathy laughed. "I can't go around like this!"