I guess you could say things are okay for my family. We inherited a lot of money when my grandparents on Mom's side died in a car accident, and we moved into their house. It's a pretty big house, with a large barn in back. No animals, though, which kind of made me wonder why it was built in the first place.
I guess things started to get weird for me the morning after my first period. I mean, the occasion itself was standard, with Dad congratulating me and Mom giving me The Talk. The next morning, though, was completely different from what I expected.
It started when I woke up. It felt like I'd been wrapped in a straitjacket. I couldn't imagine what had happened. Finally, I took a deep breath, and something ripped. After that, I felt a little better. That's when I examined myself. The thing that was too tight on me was my nightgown. It had fit me fine the night before, but now it looked like it was made for someone smaller.
I heard Mom doing something outside my room. We preferred to do things ourselves, even though we could afford servants. "Mom," I called, "can you take a look at this?"
It didn't take long for Mom to knock on my door. "Did you say something, Nancy?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Hang on." I crossed the room and opened the door, and this is where I got another shock.
Mom was 5'7". The night before, I had been 5'4". That morning, though, I could look Mom square in the eye.
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