On her way out of the cleverly named The Boot Shop, Moxy reminds herself to duck the annoyingly low doorway. To her surprise, she still somehow manages to smack the top of her head against it. Damn it! I don't think I've ever seen a lower doorway! she grumbles to herself, fixing her slightly ruffled hair.
What's with the smallness of everything today, anyway? she pondered as she strode down the street in her new shoes. Indeed, the average height of the people around her seemed a bit lower. Moxy was on the tall side for a girl of 17. She had a growth spurt to about 5 feet and 10 inches tall at the age of 13, and was always quite athletically built. This led to her being isolated by her peers since the beginning of teenagerhood because many of them were intimidated by her. But even so, Moxy would quite often see other people, almost exclusively males, walk past her who were taller. Yet today, the amount of taller men passing her in the street seemed close to zero. Maybe... I've had another growth spurt? Girls can have two growth spurts during puberty, right? Moxy sighed to herself. At this rate I'm going to end up like the giantess from The Attack of the 50-Foot Woman, she chuckled jokingly.
Taking a left turn at the end of the street, Moxy was surprised to see she was already home. That's odd... she mused, taking out her MP3 player from one of her pockets. I made this playlist so that I've finished it by the time I've walked home. But there are still two songs left on it... maybe I was walking a bit faster because that Boot Shop clerk pissed me off.
Moxy approached her front door and pushed it open, noting that there must be someone home since it was left unlocked. Her 10 year old sister happened to be running through the hallway as she slammed the door behind her.
"Hey Moxy!" she beamed, barely slowing down as she sped past with one of her friends. "I like your new high heeled boots!"
"Thanks..." Moxy replied blankly, glancing at her new boots. "Wait a second, these aren't high heeled..." she muttered to herself. "Weird."
She watched her sister thump up the stairs as she kicked her boots off, grunting at the holes in her socks. Of course, my favourite striped thigh-highs have to be the ones that get fucking ruined.
"MUUM!" she shouted, wriggling her toes through the holes in her socks.
No response followed, however an idea popped into Moxy's head.
"DAAAD!" she shouted again, with increasing impatience.
"What is it? I'm kinda busy," the faint response came. Judging by the distant sounding voice, he must be in the garden. Moxy headed for the back door, noticing her footsteps sounded a little louder than usual. As expected, her father was indeed outside, hectically putting some of his power tools into the shed due to the overhead clouds looking ready to burst. He was an avid builder, although you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. He was quite a small, lean, but kindly looking guy of 46. Moxy had outgrown him by about three inches when she had her growth spurt, much to his repeated embarrassment. Even his wife was an inch or two taller than him despite being three years younger, so Moxy figured that's where the tall gene in her came from.
"Dad, can I borrow a tape measure or something? One of those retractable ones?" Moxy asked him as he hurried into the shed with an armful of drill bits.
"Sure, I guess," he replied hastily, rummaging through a crate and fetching the requested item. "What's it for?" he enquired curiously, throwing it to Moxy.
"U-uh, just a class project," she replied nervously. "Thanks." With that, she went back into the house and quickly went upstairs. Her sister had already noticed her height change, who knows how her height sensitive father may react if he actually looked away from his tools at his daughter for a moment?
Closing her bedroom door and locking it to ensure privacy, Moxy took out the tape measure. Right then, last time I measured myself I was about 5'10. She re-adjusted her tight dress and pulled the metal hook from the end of the tape measure, securing it against the floor under her exposed big toe. Standing up as straight as possible, she pulled out the tape measure to the very top of her head and clicked the button on it to lock it. It was like habit for her, having measured her height so many times before, almost out of denial.
Okay, that should be a good enough reading, Moxy mumbled curiously. She lowered the tape measure to her eye level...
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