Joanna tiptoed out of the room, following her mother, Gloria. After stepping through the doorway, she grabbed the doorknob with both hands and pulled the heavy door shut behind her. She let out a sigh, then licked her lips.
Turning around, she saw her mother standing over her.
"You really think you can come to dinner like this?" Gloria asked, gesturing toward Joanna.
"Uh..." Joanna wasn't really sure what she meant. She knew her maid outfit looked ridiculous, but Mom was the one who forced it on her.
"No shoes?" Mom said, pointing toward Joanna's feet. "Did I raise you in a barn?"
"Oh, but..." Joanna stammered. "You didn't give me any shoes to wear with this."
"Yes I did," Gloria said, pointing at the door. "You must have forgotten to put them on."
Joanna licked her lips as she turned back to the door. She grabbed the doorknob again with both hands, exerting herself as she turned it and started pushing the door open. She wondered if she would be better off leaving it open.
Sitting on the floor of Joanna's room were a pair of black platform high heels. They were supported by 8-inch-tall heels.
"I don't know if I can walk in those," Joanna said. "They're way taller than what I usually wear. I might fall over."
"You won't know until you try," Gloria said. "And besides, you don't like being short, do you?"
"Well, no, but... I just don't want to wear those!" Joanna snapped at her mother. She knew what was going to happen, but she was really getting fed up with this stuff. "Why won't you let me wear some normal clothes, for once?"
"More griping," Gloria scoffed. "Unbelievable."
Joanna knew another reality change was coming, but wasn't sure what it would be. She stared at the shoes on the ground in front of her, which were strangely becoming more appealing to her.
It wasn't just that normal shoes were uncomfortable for Joanna, or that she preferred wearing high heels for no reason. It was because she was very insecure about how short she was. She measured her height daily, hoping desperately for a growth spurt. She wanted to reduce the gap between herself and her towering mother in any way she could, so she wore high heels to compensate.
Joanna's constant tiptoeing while barefoot was also the result of her height complex. She forced herself to constantly stand as tall as she possibly could. Doctors said that her feet had basically become stuck that way because she did it so often. Another aspect of her strange reality was yet again a result of her own stupid choices.
"Well?" Gloria said, as the doorbell continued to ring. "Hurry up, already."
Joanna slipped her feet into the shoes, strapping them on. She was still nervous about walking in them, but the thought of the height she would gain assuaged her fears. Now putting her at about 5 feet 4 inches tall, they allowed her to stand slightly below eye-level with her mother's chest. It was progress, at least.
"You always look so ridiculous in those things," Gloria said with a chuckle. "You'll never be as tall as I am."
Joanna tried to ignore her, despite how much those words stung. At least now she wouldn't be that much shorter than-
"Chad..." Joanna said seductively. She licked her lips.
Joanna was surprised when Gloria gave her a playful smack on the ass, which sent her stumbling toward her bed.
"Oops," Gloria said, as she took a photo with her phone. "Good luck on the stairs."
As her mother left the room, Joanna righted herself using the bed. She carefully balanced herself with each step forward, licking her lips as she tried to focus. Despite her newfound attraction to the shoes, they were by no means easy for her to walk in. Her body jiggled uncomfortably as she walked, her breasts still leaking milk.
Joanna made her way over to the drawer where she stashed the list of changes. Reading over it, she didn't notice anything different, and didn't have anything she wanted to add. She definitely still wanted to grow taller, so she took that as a good sign that things hadn't changed.
"Joanna!" Mom's voice bellowed, echoing through the house. "Get down here now and answer the door!"
Joanna quickly hid the note back in the drawer, licking her lips and trembling. She wobbled her way out of the room, moaning a little as the dildo shifted inside her with each frantic step.