After a long day of classes, I return home and climb upstairs and after a change of clothes find myself on top of the covers of my bed and ready to sleep. Taking in the lectures of three classes, the one that would not find its way out of my head was that of my local social justice class.

"Birchshire is doomed." My professor said.

Having spent all 19 years of my life in the same place, I have developed a great love for my city and helping others. It is my dream to one day be able to return Birchshire to its former self, back when everyone cared about each other and took pride in what they did and owned, instead of letting their surroundings go to waste and make themselves blind to everything by the use of drugs. 

Glancing over the side of my bed I am sidetracked by the glimpse of my 5'6" frame which is only being concealed by a white sports bra and black pair of spandex in the mirror on my wall. My tummy sticks out maybe an inch at most past the top of my navel. It makes me feel insecure to see this, but it seems that almost everyone has it, regardless of their physical shape. Like most people, I have to work very hard to maintain my figure, although I do not make that my top priority. My thighs are a little bigger than the average girls, but that is because of how wide my hips are, and I cannot complain about how this makes my ass look. Although my C cup breasts aren't the biggest, I constantly remind myself "You can't win 'em all Megan." My blonde hair goes about three inches past my shoulders, and my brown eyes are the most striking feature of my face. This is due to the fact that I do not wear any makeup ever. People think it's because I am just naturally beautiful, honestly I am just too damn lazy. 

"Maybe I should try to wear makeup?" I say to myself before my thoughts are interrupted by my phone vibrating on my bed.

A text from my boyfriend Ethan of 2 years that reads: 'Hey babe, how was school today?' 

Ethan is such an amazing guy. He shares the same passion as me when it comes to helping others, and he stole my heart by being such a caring yet good looking male despite being a popular star athlete in high school. At 5'9" he was the perfect size for me and it did not hinder his ability to succeed on the ice as a member of our school's hockey team.

I am honest and tell him about the lecture today and how frusturated I am with the fact that I am so helpless when it comes to making a differene in Birchshire. We had often talked about this and the conversation always comes to the same frusturating and helpless end. 

He ends the conversation asking if I want to meet him by the Lake Claire to just relax and look up at the stars for a while. I agree and drive about ten minutes to meet him there. 

Giving me a big hug, we sit down on a park bench near the rocks and hold hands. He looks at me, then back at the stars and I ask "Babe, do you think we will ever really be able to fix all of this?"

Immediately after saying this, a shooting star streaks across the sky. I see this and smile wide, then glance back at him and reply "I sure hope so," and close my eyes for a moment. "I sure hope so."

I notice a tingling in both my chest and stomach, not like the one I get from lovey dovey moments. No, slightly different. What could it be?

Then, it started.

As the growling in my stomach became worse, I noticed that the tingling had also spread throughout my entire body.

"Babe, I think I'm getting sick." I say in a panicking fashion.

We both stand up to walk back to our cars and I notice I am at least a foot taller than him, and getting bigger by the second. 

"Megan, what the hell?" He yelled.

"I don't know what's going on!" I yelled back.

As I continue to grow, Ethan's head can barely reach my belly button, and I realize that my clothing is growing along with me. My sports bra, t-shirt, spandex, and even my flip flops are increasing in size as I do! 

About a minute has passed and he is now shorter than my knee, and my body shows no signs of ceasing this rapid growth. I estimate my height to be about 50ft as I start to lose sight of my boyfriend due to the darkness of night. I am scared to call for him and alert the entire world of this phenomenan. So I keep my mouth shut and pray it stops soon.

"It has to be a dream, it has to be a dream." I say as I close my eyes and hold my breathe when I feel my body return to normal. 

The clouds in the sky begin to shift, and the full moon is brought to life, illuminating the surface below and revealing a site I would never believe in a million years, let alone now. Ethan, hiding behind the park bench, looking up at me. He is no bigger than 2in tall to me, as I look down and compare him to the size of my massive right foot.

The moonlight reflects off of my freshly painted red toe nails as I wiggle my toes before I decide to bend down to gain a closer look at him. I make a conscious effort to be as careful as possible as I hunch over and crouch down as I stand on the balls of my feet and rest my gigantic ass on my calves.

"Ethan..." I whisper as I bring my hand down to try and pick him up. He is a little weary at first, but it was suprising to see him get up from behind the bench and allow me to gently wrap my long fingers around his body and bring him up to my face.

Having another human being in my hand was a rush that I have never experienced before in my life. He is totally in my control, and his life is literally in my hands. He seems so fragile, so easy to break. I repress these thoughts and focus on the task at hand.

"How in the world did this happen?" He shouts up at me.

"No need to yell babe, I can hear you just fine." I say back in my softest voice.

"Well then I don't think you need to whisper, you'll strain yourself after a while! Try talking in a normal tone"

"Okay, so like this?" I can tell from the look on his face my voice is not too loud for him, and with us being in a secluded spot by the lake, I doubt anyone could hear us. 

"Yeah that's fine! But for real, how did this happen?"

"Maybe it was the shooting star I found?" I suggest.

"Well what did you wish for?" He asks.

"I wished for the guaranteed ability to make a difference in our city, and then started growing!"

"So being a giant is the only way to make a differene?" He questions.

"It must be..."

"What can you do?"

"Well, wanna go find out?" I ask in an almost seductive voice.

Ethan thinks for a second, then yells "Hell yeah! Let's go!"

I less cautiously stand up to my full height which has to be around 150ft-200ft, although I have no way to accurately tell, and take my first step as a giant.

As my foot hits the ground, I feel slight resistance before my foot fully reaches the ground, but I am unsure as to what is causing the premature resistance due to the fact that I still had my flip flops on. I lift my foot and realize that my first step as a giant landed square on Ethan's Silverado that he had saved up for for five years and bought with his own money, as my foot was placed directly next to mine, where his was parked. The car was about 2/3 the size of my sole and was something he cherished deeply, and it crumpled underneath my foot like it was tin foil. I really need to be more careful. I kick my foot backward and with my free hand peel the crumpled remains of the truck from the sole of my flip-flop and show Ethan what's left.

"I am soooooo sorry baby, please forgive me I feel awful." I expressed.

In reply Ethan just said, "It's okay sweetheart, I guess as long as I get to ride you I'll be fine."

"Oh you are so damn cute," I drop the flat truck and bring him to my face and give him a big kiss that covers his entire body, and Ethan is blushing terribly. "It might be hard at this new size, but I definitely owe you a ride." I say to him with a seductive smile and a wink.

"Sounds good babe, just try to be more careful. We don't want to end up hurting anybody!"

"I'll try my best! I have an idea,” I kick off my flip-flops and crouch down with my free hand and pick them up. “This way I’ll be able to tell if I’m stepping on something I shouldn’t, and hopefully be able to stop in time before it ends up crushed under of these bad boys.” I say while wiggling my toes.

Each of my next steps is more carefully placed, and with each one I get more and more accustomed to my new size. I decide to follow the road back towards my house but stay far enough away from it so that cars will not spot me with their headlights, and hopefully think that my footfalls were just an earthquake. Yeah, I guess I didn't think that one through, but what other choice did I have?

With my feet sinking into the dirt creating 15ft deep craters that are 27ft x 9ft dimensionally, tracking my footprints won’t be very difficult. So if I can’t find a way to reverse or control this I will be found by morning, and that won’t do seeing as I haven’t even had time to truly think about how my newly found size can benefit me.

“Ethan, what are we even going to do once we reach my house? Its not like I can just go inside and sleep this off.” I ask.

“Honey, think about it. If you wished for the ability to truly help, you have to have been given a way to control your new ability.” He replied.