Michelle was true to her word, not returning until around 5:30.  Nick had draped his oversized clothes onto his body again and spent his time sitting on the living room couch watching TV, his mind constantly wandering to thoughts of Michelle – one moment he would curse her with the foulest obscenities imaginable, but shortly after, without really noticing it, his thoughts would find their way to the exciting new proportions of her young, nubile body, while at the same time remembering her chill, almost friendly interactions with him afterwards.  He began to wonder if she were really so bad after all … until he remembered what she had done to him, and he erupted into another bout of rage.

He had eventually calmed down and let himself be absorbed in whatever TV shows were playing.  But once he heard her open the garage door around 5:30 his thoughts snapped right back to her.  He heard her come in and set some bags on the counter, so he nervously walked into the kitchen to see what she had gotten him.

Whoa.  He stepped into the doorway and was greeted by an impressive display of feminine beauty.  Michelle had changed into a newly-bought outfit: a green blouse which revealed a tasteful amount of her ample cleavage, along with a very short black skirt that showed plenty of her long, shapely legs.  She never used to dress like that …

She saw Nick in the doorway and cheerfully exclaimed, “Hey there!” as she pulled out some clothes from the shopping bags.

He slowly approached, his eyes transfixed on her impressive body.  Though he noted that there was certainly still room for possible improvement – he wouldn’t have minded her hips being just a bit curvier, her breasts being just a bit bigger, and so on – but still he was overwhelmed by her body’s vast improvement in such a short time frame, looking oh-so-fine in her new attire, the effect being magnified further by her impressive size.  He couldn’t help but mentally compare her with his girlfriend, Cindy, whom Nick had considered certainly the finest piece of ass in the whole school.  But now he wasn’t so sure …

As he approached, though, he realized her shoulders were about even with the top of his head, and her cleavage stood just barely below his eye level; he had a brief panic attack, thinking he had shrunk again, but he quickly discovered she was simply wearing a shiny new pair of 4-inch heels.

She turned her head towards him coquettishly, apparently noticing his reaction and enjoying it, though she didn’t acknowledge it verbally.  “So, how was your afternoon, Nicky?”

Snapping out of his brief trance, he replied with a hint of annoyance, “Fine.  But my name is Nick.”

She gave a carefree laugh and said, “Oh yeah, that’s right.”  Nick didn’t press the issue, and she continued, “So here’s what I got for you.  I tried to get the same style you usually wear.”  She pulled out several pairs of shirts, pants, socks, and boxers.  He was actually quite pleased with her selections, most of them matching his style fairly well.

“Oh … these are good, thanks,” he told her sincerely.  Trying with only limited success to avoid gawking at her tits as he leaned forward, he picked out one of the outfits and headed for the bathroom, saying, “I’m gonna go change.”

“K, sounds good.”

The clothes fit him snugly – too snugly, in fact.  The first shirt he tried on was so tight on him that he had worried it would tear at the seams as he stretched it over his torso.  And his shorts were several inches too skinny, requiring significant effort to pull the flaps together and close the zipper.  And, to make matters worse, when he tried the other outfits he discovered that they were sized even smaller!  “What the hell,” he muttered as he squeezed back into the first outfit.  “She even measured my waist size before she left!  What the fuck?”

He emerged a minute later wearing his new clothes, ready to give Michelle an earful.  But he was caught off-guard when Michelle saw him and exclaimed, “Perfect!  You look great, Nicky.”  She eyed him up and down with a satisfied, almost seductive grin.

Nick blinked in surprise and felt that unavoidable rush of adrenaline that comes from being hit on by such an attractive girl.  It was enough to make him forget his anger and stammer awkwardly, “Oh … r-really?”  He looked down at his clothes with skepticism, then returned his gaze to her beautiful eyes.  “You don’t think they’re … too tight??” he asked, almost hoping that she would compliment him again.

Michelle glanced over his outfit again, then she shrugged casually and replied, “Well … yeah, maybe a little bit.  It makes you look kinda girly.”  She shrugged and turned her back to him, apparently losing interest.

Nick was horrified.  “Wait!” he cried, jumping in front of her.  “I look girly!?  Michelle, you HAVE to return these and get something bigger!”

“Cmon, you don’t look THAT bad, Nicky.”  She enjoyed his mortified expression for a few moments before rolling her eyes and telling him, “Oh, fine, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.  But you owe me.”  She stepped around him and opened the fridge.

Nick held his nervous tongue, realizing it was better not to press the issue.  His image in school was extremely important to him … but he and Michelle were on good terms at the moment, and he wanted to keep it that way.  “OK, I’ll let you wait,” he said, trying to sound gracious, while taking a nice, long look at her backside as she bent over.  She didn’t reply as she pulled a pot pie out of the fridge and set it in the microwave.

Nick waited at the table in awkward silence for the food to be ready.  He was usually great at talking to girls, but Michelle seemed to be an exception.  Was he, Nick Avery, actually intimidated by this tall, gorgeous blonde?  He found himself looking down frequently at his ill-fitting attire, feeling unusually self-conscious about his looks in front of Michelle.  ‘Who cares what Michelle thinks?’ he told himself, but his usual confident machismo seemed to be failing him, at least for now.

Michelle came to the table with their food.  As they began eating, she casually mentioned, “Oh, so the weirdest thing happened to me,” with just a hint of sarcasm.  “As I was leaving the mall, I ran into a group of guys from school.  Seniors, like you.  I’ve seen them in the halls at school plenty of times but none of them had ever spoken to me until today, when one of the guys stopped me and said he thought I looked familiar.  Haha, he’s in my English class but didn’t know it was me!  It was SO funny.  Anyway, I chatted with them for a while, and I actually got along with them really well.”

Nick scoffed.  “You!?  No offense, but you don’t get along with anyone in school.”

She replied casually, and a bit smugly, “Well, apparently, now I do.”

He still didn’t really believe her.  Sure, her body had changed, but on the inside she was still the same stuck-up know-it-all, and he was confident that this would still deter anyone from befriending her.  He quipped, “Who was it, the math team?”

“No.”

“The Dungeons and Dragons club?”

“Nope.”

“Well, who was it?  Or are you just making it up?”

“It was Billy Wade and his friends.”

“What!?” Nick exclaimed.  “The quarterback of the football team??”  She nodded calmly.  “Bullshit.  You’re joking, right?”

She shook her head no.  “In fact, they invited me to a little get-together at his place tonight, and I’m going.  How about you, Nicky?  I’m sure they’ve already asked you, right?”  Nick blinked up at her in shock, not willing to admit that he hadn’t been asked to the party.

Michelle sensed his distress and added slyly, “Well, you can come, too, if you want.  You’re, like, the coolest guy in school, right?  So I’m sure they’d be more than happy if I brought you along.”

Nick’s jaw dropped open as he realized, ‘Did SHE really just invite ME to Billy Wade’s party??’  Michelle’s voice had sounded sweet and innocent, but Nick couldn’t help but think she was somehow mocking him.  He had hung out with Billy and his clique on a few occasions but didn’t really know him that well; Nick mostly hung out with some basketball teammates and a few others, and though the two groups didn’t comingle much they had a mutual respect and shared a status as the top of the social food chain.  So it was a tremendous shock to Nick that they had suddenly become interested in HER, a social pariah among the student body, one of the last people Nick would ever expect Billy Wade to approach.  This left him bewildered.  Was popularity really based so much on looks and attire?  Could it be that Michelle Newman had instantly become eligible for the popular clique, by virtue of her looks alone?

His face became red with embarrassment, knowing that he couldn’t just show up there and reveal that he had mysteriously lost 11 inches.  And not only could he not go, but SHE could and would go, participating in the elite social life of the school’s popular crowd, while he was stuck in her house avoiding the outside world.  Oh, how the tables had turned.

He tried to play it cool by saying, “Uh … I would but I don’t feel like going out tonight.  I guess I feel a little sick or something.”

The real reason why he didn’t want to go was completely obvious to both of them, but Michelle, after a short pause and perhaps a slight smirk, simply replied, “K, that’s cool.  You mind giving me a ride then?  I’m sure I’ll be drinking there.”

He didn’t want to but couldn’t think of an excuse.  “Sure,” he told her uncomfortably.

“Thanks, Nicky.  It’ll take me a while to get ready, and then we’ll go.”

“OK,” he replied, silently fuming at her continual use of his childhood nickname.

When the time came, he got in the car with her gorgeous lab partner.  After adjusting the seat several notches forward so he could reach the pedals, he headed for Billy’s house, the location of which he still remembered from hanging out there a month or two ago.  To be honest, Nick was having trouble staying focused on his driving as the sweet aroma of Michelle’s perfume filled his nostrils and he stole frequent glances at her attractive body and pretty face, done up with a tasteful amount of makeup.  He had to quit thinking about her that way – he had to remind himself how much he hated her guts.

As he turned into Billy’s driveway, though, he saw a few acquaintances of his from school standing around out front.  Nick suddenly veered back toward the road, squealing the tires slightly, and pulled around the house until it was obscured by a few shrubs.  Michelle didn’t say anything, but he knew that she knew the reason for this.  Nick gave her his cell phone number and she told him she would call to be picked up, and once she had shut the door he promptly put his foot on the gas and got the hell out of there.

It was not until midnight that she called, obviously drunk.  He picked her up, and on the way home she sloppily told him about the great time she had and the people – mostly guys – that she met.  It came out that this was her first time drinking, since she had never been invited to such a get-together before.  Needless to say, Nick was in a foul mood the rest of the drive.

She stumbled getting out of the car, and he offered to help her inside but immediately felt awkward next to her towering body.  As she wrapped her arm around his shoulder for support and moved forward, her breast brushed lightly against his cheek with every step, and the whole situation made him feel a combination of humiliation, intimidation … and arousal.

But annoyance and anger would soon be added to this list as they walked to Michelle’s bedroom and she began blabbering in slightly slurred speech, “It’s so freaking awesome to be a cool kid now.  Bet you wish you coulda gone.”

He looked up at her past her shoulder and retorted, “I’m the coolest god-damned kid in the whole school, and I may be shorter for now, but that doesn’t change anything.”

“Ha!  Wanna bet, little man?”  She poked his chest pointedly with her finger.

He was getting hot with anger.  Stopping in his tracks, he disengaged from her arm and turned his head up to her angrily, telling her, “Yeah, I do want to bet, ‘cuz you’re flat-out wrong.”

“Aww,” she mocked, “You’re just upset because I was invited tonight and you weren’t.”

He answered through clenched teeth, “Fuck you.  You only got invited because of your looks.  Once people start talking to you, they’ll realize what a bitch you are and you’ll be an outcast like always.”

She grinned somewhat meanly and put a hand on her hip.  “Well, that’s not what the three guys who asked me to go home with them tonight would say.”

“Bullshit.”

She shrugged and gave a short, dismissive “Hmph.”

“Whatever,” Nick sneered.  “We’ll see what happens when you get to school tomorrow.”  With that, he spun around and stomped off to her living room as she snickered behind him.

“Nighty night, Nicky…” she called out to him, turning into her own room to go to bed.  Nick, meanwhile, lay himself down on the couch and tried to fall asleep, still fuming.

* * *

Michelle bustled about the kitchen early in the morning, waking Nick up in the process.  He continued laying sleepily on the couch as she ate breakfast, and afterwards she came into the living room, dressed in another fashionable outfit and looking as hot as yesterday – even hotter, perhaps.  Today’s outfit must have done an even better job of accentuating her stunning curves, Nick figured.  She was absolutely mesmerizing …

“Come on; we’re gonna be late for school,” she told him, snapping him out of his trance.

“I’m not going,” he informed her.

“What, you’re just gonna skip school?  No wonder you get such awful grades.”

“Screw you,” he retorted, in no mood to argue.  But his tone suddenly sweetened as he asked her a favor: “Can I just stay here today?”

She peered down at him disapprovingly but agreed, “Fine, suit yourself.  But only if I can take your car.” 

He nodded grudgingly, not really wanting her to take his precious Escalade but knowing it was a good trade for him.  But another thought came to him: “Hey, maybe you should stay home too.  It’s gonna draw a lot of attention, you suddenly growing eleven inches taller over the weekend.”

“Fourteen, actually,” she replied without batting an eye.  “And I’ll just say I hit some crazy growth spurt.  Sure, I’ll draw some attention, but what else are they gonna believe?  It’s not like I, you know, shrunk fourteen inches or anything.  That would definitely draw some attention …”

“Whatever,” Nick replied annoyedly.  But then his slow mind trundled through the arithmetic.  “Wait … what the hell do you mean, fourteen inches?  You’ve only gone from 5’4” to 6’3”.  That’s eleven.”

Michelle, with a patronizing smile, replied sarcastically, “Very good, Nicky.  You can subtract numbers in your head.”  Then, in a much sweeter tone, she explained, “You know how the clothes I got you were too small?”

“Yeah …”

“Well, I fixed the problem!  Now they should fit you just right.”

Nick squinted in confusion.  “You already went back to the store and exchanged my clothes?”

Without saying a word, Michelle giggled and headed for the kitchen, putting her book bag together.

Nick became suspicious.  He rose up from the couch and realized his boxers were no longer too tight.  He threw his shirt on and shorts and found that they fit almost perfectly!  But when he slid his watch on it felt unnaturally bulky and loose on his wrist.  “Michelle…?” he called out with growing consternation.

“Yeah?”

Nick sidestepped around the big couch – was it this big yesterday? – and stumbled towards the kitchen.  Somehow, it seemed farther away than it should have been.  He stepped through the doorway.  “Michelle, did you—“

He stopped dead in his tracks as Michelle’s towering form whooshed by, and instead of being eye-level with the top of her shoulders he was suddenly looking squarely into her exquisite cleavage.  “Wh-What the …” he stammered, at a loss for words.

Michelle, after passing him by, turned her head back and shot him a devilish smile, greatly enjoying his reaction.  “Sorry, Nick, I probably should have asked you first, but I decided it was easier to just slip some solution into your glass of water while you were sleeping, instead of going all the way back to the store and swapping your clothes.  So now you’re 5’4” and I’m 6’6”.  Hey, that’s your old height, isn’t it?”

Nick moved his jaw up and down but no sounds came out.  “Aww, I hope you’re not mad at me,” Michelle added with a hurt puppy look.  She slung her book bag over her shoulder, stepped up to him, and sighed empathically.  “You’ll be back to your old height soon, Nick.  Just tough it out until then, OK?”  Nick’s jaw was hanging open at this point.  Their height differential was almost twice what it was yesterday, and the sight of a girl so tall, imposing, … and beautiful, was more than his brain could process right now.

Michelle chuckled at his reaction and said, “Well, I gotta leave now, Nick.  We can talk about this later, if you want.”  She gestured toward the far side of the kitchen.  “If you’re hungry, there’s cereal up there in the cupboard.  Oh … if you can reach it, that is!”  She laughed and ruffled his hair playfully before turning around and heading out the front door.

Nick remained glued to his spot in the kitchen, his muscles refusing to cooperate as his mind tried to come to terms with what had just transpired.  Shamefully, instead of focusing on his own plight, his mind dwelled most on Michelle and how damned good she looked in her new clothes.

‘Wait a second … those clothes fit her really well – I mean REALLY well.  That means they must have been too small on her yesterday.  But why would she …”

Nick clenched his fists, his face reddening with anger.  “That BITCH!  She had planned to shrink me all along!”