InterText - July August 1992
She sat in her chair in front of CHIP, but it felt a little too big for her now.
"You look like you've lost 40 pounds. The collagen and enzyme treatments have rejuvenated your skin. Your hair is once again dark brown, thick, and long. The repolymerizing of your tissue appears very natural. In every respect you look twenty-five years younger."
"Well, that is good news," Faye responded. "Do you know what I did with the rest of the Nobel money? Wardrobe. Never had so much fun shopping before. I bought everything: new skirts, new shorts, new blouses, new slacks, of course new bras, and even new shoes, my sizes have changed so much. Know what, CHIP? I even bought some lycra and a knock 'em dead evening gown. I don't think anyone there would have believed I'll be 57 next month."
Faye tried to get comfortable in her chair, but, like everything else, it just didn't fit her anymore. "Oh, can you requisition a new chair from the University, something to handle a more svelte figure?"
If she were a normal high school girl, she might simply be wondering why this grown man had come to talk to her for a second time.
"Do you have a few minutes? I need to ask you a couple of questions."
She waved her hand at a few classmates walking by. "Well, okay. I've got some time right now," she said.
Her soft schoolgirl's voice had become steely cold and hard. She put her arms around his shoulders and brushed her lips across his cheek.
She was changing now, into a taller, more womanly figure. Her light brown skin was unnaturally smooth and perfect, like a photo on a magazine cover. Her eyes became the deepest blue-green Cruger had ever seen.
"You like me too," she murmured.
He tried to move away but she held him with surprising strength. Cruger almost laughed at his predicament: here he was trapped by a student of feminine beauty, metamorphosed into (probably) the most beautiful woman in the world. She pressed herself closer to him, nearly smothering him in her soft face and cascades of golden-white hair. With one hand she locked his face in a grip much too strong to be coming from her delicate, perfect fingers.
Her full lips pressed against his. She caressed his face with her other hand.
"You're mine now," she said.
Cruger tried to take a deep breath to stop his trembling, but it was no use.
One pocket of Cruger's frantic brain screamed the survival siren, the other repeated an inappropriate punch line over and over: what a way to go.
Cruger came to consciousness and Sky stood before him. She was once more Sky the woman-child; her look of innocence mocked him.
"You passed out. Out cold," she said, emitting a gleeful innocent giggle, as if she had just collected for Unicef or returned from a Girl Scout outing. The perfect voice was back, dancing like snowflakes in a breeze. "You were scared, poor Mr. Cruger," and she laughed again, this time with an air of scorn in her angelic voice.
i wasn't looking really hard but i got a glimpse of her chest..ewww she is starting to get ummmm...boobs..there i said it!!( i am so not ready for it..she's only 8 1/2) and she points out to me that her boobs are growing (must have noticed this herself). so we are off tomorrow to go pre teen bra shopping..oh my baby..sniffle. is this normal for it to be so early? i was a late bloomer..my mother said she got hers around 10 or 11.. but this is early...
my daughter will be 8 in September. And uh, yes, I can see little buds. It's quite queer because my nieces are 12 and 10 and Ember is taller and more curvaceous than all three of her cousins. One of the twins that just turned 12 on Friday is definitely starting to develop and her Mother is freaking out.
I graduated fairly recently, and at my school there were DOZENS of amazing racks spanning all the grades--did I mention this building housed 7-12? You couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting at LEAST a D-cup, and some are WAY over that.
My wife was a C in 5th grade.
a girl who could not have been more than seven had at least a B cup.
Well the author of that web comic is a 32 E now and was a C when they were 8!
I am a 18 year old girl who is 5'2. My height has robbed me of all my self confidence and has driven me to the verge of suicide my sophomore and junior years of high school...desperation always makes one believe with the slightest assurances. I have been scammed by so called "Growth Booster" products, spent hours doing yoga exercises meant to lengthen your spine, bought amino acids, nutrition guides on growing taller, etc. Yes it sounds dumb but again when something like being short has such a profound effect on your life, you would do anything for hope.
Every cell in your body replaces itself every 3 months, and new cells form according to the blueprint of your body in your subconscious mind. By using hypnosis to change that blueprint that your mind holds of your body, the cells will replace according to this new blueprint. So by imagining that I am my dream height of 5'8 and seeing through the eyes of my new body, I can alter this image.
It's easy to say that height has nothing to do with appearance when you are not in my shoes. Try telling that to the 9 out of 10 guys whose sense of beauty has been completely manipulated by the magazine ads featuring 5'8, 120 pound stick thin whores ...all that I have accomplished cannot seem to stop people from jokingly calling me shorty (but it still hurts) or guys to subconsciously reject me because they have to look a foot below them to meet my eyes.
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