Jen sat in the park pondering what to do. With her last outburst landing her with almost 1000' long legs, she decided she needed to gain better control of her emotions for the time being, at least until she finds Kyle. She then, with her newly level head, decided she needed to try to figure out how to get up.
"Well, my arms aren't long enough to let me use a tree for support, or a building... hmmm..."
She sat there in the park for a while, until she remembered how she got up the last time. She then tucked her legs across and pushed up, rising almost 1000 feet into the air! Her legs were so long that her ears popped once she got up, the air pressure had changed but she could still breathe.
"It's so cold up here, I'm gonna need a jacket. Wait, will I eventually die because of this?" she panicked.
Jen then asked, to no one in particular, "I can get frostbite or freeze." The tingling and very slight upwards growth notified her that she, in fact, would not be subject to the temperature of the air, no matter how cold it became.
Jen then looked around, amazed at how far she could see from 'just' 1000 feet up. "Even the semis look like ants!" she marveled, the streets so far down she could barely see any details. The curse was finicky though, as she felt a slight tingle, for the semis may have been somewhat ant-sized to her, but they still looked like semis.
Jen then decided she really needed to head west, lest Kyle leaves before she arrives. She took one step and was amazed by the array of feelings from her 1000'+ long legs, the massive weight and the rhythmic shaking of her ass to the sensation of the ground thundering below her. She guessed that her steps registered on the Richter scale, they were so hard. Eventually by sundown she had reached the border with New Mexico, and by sunrise could see Arizona. However, this leg of her journey was about to get significantly worse.
She wandered on for hours, eventually clearing a crest and seeing none other than the Grand Canyon! As she walked closer and closer to it, covering miles in mere footsteps, a siren blast far below caught her attention. She stopped, seeing a park ranger's SUV pull up to her foot and announce via megaphone to lower herself down to talk with the ranger inside. She complied, getting as close to the ground as possible with her massive legs. The ranger yelled up to her,
"Ma'am, this is restricted territory! I'm afraid you have to leave!"
"I'm sorry sir, I had no idea! I was visiting here on vacation with my family and wandered off on a hike, there weren't any signs telling me this area was off limits!"
"Is that so?" said the ranger, directing his outstretched hands to the array of "Danger! Restricted Access!" signs only a few meters away.
"Look, sir, I'll be off now! Please don't ticket me, my family saved up for 10 years to come here! We don't have any money and I certainly can't go to jail for this! Please, my mother is sick and my father can only work twice a week! We have 4 other mouths to feed, we can't afford anything else!"
"Well, in that case, I'll still need you and your parents' contact information, young lady. The law's the law, unfortunately."
"Ok, well, what contact do you need, sir?"
"I'll need to see your ID and your parents' house address, phone numbers, employment, and possibly work numbers!"
"Sorry, sir, I don't have my ID on me, I must have forgotten it. I can go back to the hotel to get it, it's ok!"
"Well, just tell me your contact information too, then, in that case."
"Um, I'm Rebecca Isabelle LaForte, I'm 19 and I live at 1240 N. Liverpool Way, in Littlebox, CT 98765, and my phone number is 123-456-7890!"
"What was the number again, sorry, I can't write so fast anymore."
"123-456-7890!" Jen lied.
"And my dad, Jack Jones LaForte lives at the same address, 1240 N. Liverpool Way, etc etc, but his phone number is 123-123-1231! He works at, um, Champion's Pizza. His work number is 1-800-1234!"
"And your mother?"
"Her name is Alexandra Vivian McSean-LaForte, but she lives across the country right now, 16 S. Iston Lane, Pacific View, OR 8888. Her phone is 098-765-4321! She works online, but she has a specific phone number for work... um... 098-1234567!"
"Very well, you'll be receiving a ticket in the mail. Otherwise, I'll need you to leave this area as soon as possible!"
"Ok, sir, have a good day!"
Jen got back up. She then felt the most intense bout of tingling yet, singling her that she has yet to stay out of trouble. She started to scream once more as she shot up to over twice her height before the park ranger spotted her!
"Damnit, I need to stop lying! I can't live like this!" she screamed, everything tiny to her now, as she gained 10 more feet - she obviously could live like this, for she wasn't dead.
She started to start stomping westward again, her now absolutely monstrous legs causing small earthquakes with each step and covering insane amounts of land.
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Jen's legs are now 2253' long.
Her hips are now 2252'6" across.
She stands 2256' tall in total.