Andrew did her best to stop sniffling. She had to get out somehow. She didn’t know where she would go, but anywhere was better than staying in the seventh grade.
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
Mrs. Weaver raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me?”
“Please,” Andrew begged. “My clothes are so big. I have to straighten them out.”
Mrs. Weaver sighed and wrote a hall pass.
The school hallways seemed like some kind of run-down vault as Andrew made her way to the bathroom. The security cameras were on every corner. It seemed like hall monitors were only there to pick up the students once they had regressed. “Why do they do that here, anyway?”
When she got in the bathroom, Andrew smelled piss mixed with stale cigarette smoke. “Why are all bathrooms pee-green?” she wondered. “…even in a video game?” She was happy to open the window, not just to escape, but to get some fresh air.
She was on the first floor, fortunately, but it was still a long drop for such a little girl. Andrew took off her dress and tied it, prison-escape style, to the window frame. One slip down her makeshift rope and she’d be home free. She clutched her dress in her tiny fists.
Suddenly the stall next to her opened up and a girl stepped out. She washed her hands; she didn’t notice the naked girl kneeling on the windowsill. She grabbed a paper towel and turned away. Andrew sighed, relieved…
Slam! A gust of wind pulled the window closed. The girl turned and saw Andrew, red-faced, trying to pull her dress out of the frame.
“Please, don’t tell anyone!”
The girl thought for a minute, then smiled. “Come here.” She reached into her underwear and pulled out a cigarette.
“Gross! I’m not smoking that.”
“I didn’t ask you too.”
“Oh…right.”
The girl lit up with a hidden match. “I’m not going to ask you to, I’m going to order you to...”
“But—“
“…or I’ll throw you out with nothing but your socks on.”
Andrew reluctantly climbed off the windowsill and took the cigarette.
“Take a big puff. Huge…”
Andrew had never smoked in her life, so when she took a drag she burned up half the cigarette and coughed out a cloud of blue smoke. “Gah! Ack!”
“That’s perfect.” The other girl took a drag and blew the smoke out of her nose. She then started growing.
She grew taller, her flat chest blossoming into two apple-sized bosoms, firm and ripe. Her skinny body curved like a snake. Her legs stretched until they were longer than Andrew was tall.
“Wow! You’re sexy!”
“That’s right,” she cooed in a low, sexy voice. “Just like you’re going to be.”
“Really? Oh my God,” Andrew squealed. “My boobies are coming back!”
“Perfect,” said the girl, taking another puff. “That’ll be the perfect thing to distract the cameras.”