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It finally begins. Hope you like.

I've decided to post up three chapters a week now. Not that anyone commented on that, I'm just impatient.

----- Next week

I woke up Monday morning with Julie running downstairs to get her clothes, naked as the day she was born. A few minutes later she came in to my bedroom as I was just finished getting dressed.

"Your washer shrunk my clothes!", Julie shouted, holding her clothes in both hands, arms splayed out in a gesture of "See?".

"Didn't you wash them in cold water?", I replied.

"Sure. But even when I wash them hot, they don't usually shrink; not anymore. You have to get your water temperature checked." She was perturbed, to say the least.

Oh, great. Another thing to fix around this house. I swear, every time I turn around I have to fix something. The joys of house ownership, I guess.

The only consolation to my Monday morning was Julie standing in front of me in the buff. I wasn't complaining. Those legs were looking extra hot this morning. Did I mention she has great legs? I went closer to give her a kiss. Maybe that will be a little consolation for her.

I loved kissing her when she's naked. I was enjoying the hug and kiss as I looked straight into her eyes. Wait.

I'm usually looking down into them. I looked down to those cute little feet. They didn't seem so little. And she was barefoot! I had my shoes on and was looking directly into her eyes. I realized: she had grown! This meant that she was now taller than me.

OMG! My heart sunk. What happened? Did she notice too? My thoughts were interrupted by her tongue. Then she pulled away.

"I'm sorry.", she pouted. "It's just that these clothes are too tight and I have to go to school."

"You still have a couple of hours yet. Here, I have some sweat pants and a t-shirt you can wear. We'll go to big mart to get some new clothes then I'll drop you off at school. Ok?" I then dug out one of my large shirts which would be baggy on Julie and an old pair of sweats.

I didn't have to go into the office that day but did the next, so it wasn't much of an inconvenience for me. In fact -- and guys don't let this get out -- I think I enjoyed clothes shopping with Julie that day. She hadn't very much to begin with, so when I told her I was buying she literally jumped with joy.

She put the clothes that I gave her on and we went downstairs only to find that now her shoes hurt her feet when she put them on.

"Ok. They're old.", I said. "Just leave them off, and when we go into the big mart you can just leave them untied. Everyone wears them that way now anyway. Maybe we can get you a new pair."

More evidence that I was right: she had grown. How much, I wasn't sure. I would have to get her measured. But she seemed not to have noticed. So, I schemed to do this on the sly. But how? I didn't want her to know. Not yet. Maybe I was shrinking. No. My clothes would be big on me; instead hers were small on her. Well, thank God for small favors. (Ahem, pun not intended.)

"No, it's alright.", Julie said. "The shoes are fine. They're not that old. I'm sure it's from all that yard work yesterday making my feet swell up. I can hold off on new shoes. I don't want you to spend too much. Besides, I love running in these. I would just have to break in new shoes anyway."

Bless her heart. But money wasn't the problem for me this time. I was going crazy trying to wrap my mind over what was going on.

How old was Julie? A quick calculation in my head says 19 years old. She'd be 20 later that year. Both of us have birthdays late in the year. Perhaps she's having a late growth spurt. Her mother is not so big, only about as tall as I am. Her sister is 5'5" though. Of course, she lauds that over Julie all the time. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary to have a late growth spurt at this age, right? That's gotta be it.

When we got to the store she tried on all kinds of pants. She settled on a pair of white bermuda shorts. I tried to surreptitiously measure her height against the tape measure on the wall as she would head into the dressing rooms. I wasn't allowed back there so I couldn't get too close. It seemed she was still under 5 feet tall though.

"That's weird. Their sizes must run small.", she said.

"Why do you say that?", I said, knowing the answer already.

"Because the extra small size was too small for me. I had to get medium. I would have gotten the small, but if I have to wash it in your washer I'm afraid it wouldn't fit afterwards."

"Good call.", I said. "Let's get a shirt." I made sure that she got a big baggy shirt so she wouldn't notice anything was off. It was a football jersey. "Plus", I said, "I'm sure I have plenty of shirts that you could wear at home." Then she wanted to get a bra.

"I didn't see a bra in the clothes you washed.", I said.

"No, but the bras I had were old and coming apart. I broke two just last Thursday and haven't been wearing one since. I decided to throw the four I had away. Two were gone, the other two were ragged and tight. I think the elastic in them got too old."

"Ohhh kay.", I said, with dread in my voice that was meant to let her know I was reaching the limits of my "man induced shopping time limit". That's MISTL; a medically recognized condition, by the way. She got the message.

"You know what? You're spending enough already. I can go without a bra. I've done so for a few days now. I only wear them half the time anyway, and that's only when I go out. It actually feels better going without. Plus, I won't be embarrassed shopping for training bras like I usually do. It can wait."

YES! Truth is, she really didn't need a bra, and she looked so good without one anyway.

We left and Julie changed in the car. I had the Beemer this time. She liked it. I liked seeing her change. She forgot to wear underwear that morning. Or maybe just didn't care. The bermuda shorts did a good job of showing off her legs. Did I mention she has great legs? I dropped her off and went back home to work, only finding out that I couldn't get much done thinking of Julie.

I picked her up from school later that day. Something seemed wrong. She didn't talk much this time; just stared out the window. It wasn't like her.

"What's wrong?", I asked.

"Oh, nothing really.", Julie replied.

"You can tell me."

"You won't get mad at me? Promise?", she said rather timidly.

"No. I couldn't get mad at you. Go ahead, tell me. What's bothering you?"

"Ok. This is probably too trivial to mention anyway. I mean it happens all the time to other girls. Right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I got hit on today. Twice. By two different guys. That doesn't usually happen to me. I'm sure it was just a coincidence."

Coincidence, my ass. She looked hot. Why wouldn't guys hit on her? Still, I didn't know how to feel about this. I spent most of the day pondering over her recent gain in height. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. Would she outgrow me? Both physically and emotionally; ending up with some towering behemoth of a man in the end? I shuddered. I didn't want to think of that. I was just getting her back into my life and now I was starting to feel that it would be over before it even began.

"It's no coincidence, Julie.", I said. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to say but I knew it would make her happy. "You're gorgeous. Everyone can see it. I can certainly see it."

"You're so sweet. Thank you. And I thank my lucky stars I met up with you the other day.", she said. "I always knew you would find your way back to me somehow."

"Yeah, about that.", I started. "I've never really apologized to you for breaking up when I went off to college."

"I understand. I know it's hard to keep a relationship going long distance. But I knew you'd come back to me some day."

"But that doesn't make up for what I did to you. I have to know, Julie. Did I make you feel bad?"

Julie had tears in her eyes again.

"It hurt. It hurt bad.", she said, looking down. But very quickly she bobbed back up and said, "But I kept up hope and now we're back together again." She was smiling again. But now I felt bad.

"I'm so sorry, Julie. I didn't want to hurt you. You were never anything but nice to me and I feel so shitty about what I did to you. At least now I can say that to you. I was afraid of ever having to face you again over that. The truth is, ... well, ... I really wanted to be able to date other girls at school without feeling guilty. Thanks for not holding a grudge."

"Did you?", Julie said.

"Did I what?"

"Date other girls."

"Oh. Well, a couple."

"Just two."

"No. A few." I wasn't about to admit my dreadful love life in college.

"How few?"

"I don't know. Seven. Maybe."

The truth was closer to two. Sure I went on dates and sort of dates. But they hardly ever amounted to second or third dates. Either they weren't interested in a me (or in a short guy) or I wasn't interested in them. Why was she asking so many questions? She was never this aggressive. I was beginning to sweat. I squirmed. I guess I owed her that though.

"Do you want to see other girls now?", Julie said.

"NO! We're back together again and I like that. We are back together, aren't we?", I pleaded.

"I don't know. Do you want to be back together?"

"Yes. Don't you?"

"I suppose so. I don't know. Maybe since you were fooling around with all those girls back in college I should take up the offers I got today. What would you think of that?"

Fuck! My heart came up into my throat. My mouth was getting dry and I was finding it hard to speak. I came back with a good retort though.

"What about Shawn?" Touche!

"Oh God! Don't bring him up. Ok, I'm sorry. I'll be nice."

"Don't worry about it. I probably deserved that.", I said. "I tell you what. Let's go get some ice cream."

"Ok."

I wanted to comfort her, not to mention comfort myself. We went to the ice cream shop which was just a little ways down from the college. I had my usual: one scoop butter pecan on a sugar cone.

Julie had a triple scoop cone, three different flavors. I can't remember what they were, but one was chocolate chip cookie dough, and on a big waffle cone too so "they could fit more ice cream in it." I don't know where she was putting it but she finished hers off before I finished mine. I didn't begrudge her based on having the recent conversation we had.

"Ready for work now?", I said.

"No. It's still early. I need to get my apron and put my school things away anyway. And then you don't have to drive me to work if you let me take the pickup again."

"Sure. No problemo." We went home. Julie got her stuff, then left in the pickup.

I spent the rest of the day thinking of Julie. About our conversation. About her getting taller. Was it my imagination? It certainly seemed real, but how could this happen? I didn't get much work done and had to go in to the office early the next day. So I went to bed early. I didn't fall asleep though.

I heard Julie come in at around 10:30. I waited for a little while but didn't hear her come up to her bedroom. On a hunch I got up and went to the window at the side of the house. Sure enough, the garage light was on. She must be out there working out. Such commitment. I vowed to work out more myself and went back to bed.


----- Tuesday

We saw each other briefly that morning. I had to go in to the office, she had to work that afternoon for only a few hours.

I got home around 6:00 to find Julie sitting on the couch studying. Nude. As in, buck naked. Not a stitch on. Barefoot too.

Oh, my. Mr. Happy there between my legs immediately took notice. Even after our shenanigans on Sunday, I was taken aback. She was stunning -- a goddess in the flesh. And oh that flesh: tanned, with her legs stretched out again on the coffee table like a couple nights before. Did I mention Julie had great legs? I could grow to like this.

"Hi. How did your day go?", she asked.

"Good. And how was yours?", I replied back.

"I took the pickup to school then to work this afternoon. I still had the keys from last night. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. I hope you didn't go to work like that though.", I said, trying to be humorous.

"And what if I did? Would that turn you on?", Julie teased.

Oh, dear. Mr. Happy stood up even prouder, if that's possible. She certainly was becoming the tease.

"No, don't worry. I didn't.", she continued. "I just don't have much to wear nowadays so I took off what I had for washing. I figured, why put anything else on?" She was turning into a nudist. I'm not complaining.

"You don't mind, do you?", Julie continued.

"I guess not." If I were being completely honest I would have said, "Oh, hell no!"

"How about you get comfortable too.", she said coyly.

So I took off my shirt and pants along with my socks and shoes. She got up and walked over as I was taking my underwear off. Looking at this beauty approach I was in heaven.

We hugged and she looked down into my eyes. She gave me a quizzical look, backed up, and looked down at my feet. Then she came closer and looked down into my eyes again. My eyes were looking into her mouth this time. A big smile crossed her face. Then she started laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God! I'm taller than you!"

Chapter End Notes:

From here on out there will be progressively more nudity and the rating will become more evident. You've been warned.

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