Brooke did not hear from Adam again. She tried leaving messages but got no reply. She was disappointed but eventually wrote him off.
She spent the next several weeks just going out with the girls. Always wearing a seemingly new pair of shoes.
Maryanne was puzzled as to how a check-out-chick, which after all was all Brooke was, could afford such fantastic shoes. She decided Brooke must have found an outlet store somewhere and quizzed her as to it’s whereabouts but Brooke was very evasive with her answers. Maryanne was none the wiser.
Maryanne’s chance came when Brooke had a girls’ night in at her unit. While the others were watching some soppy movie on the TV, Maryanne on the excuse of going to the toilet, snuck into Brooke’s bedroom and went to have a peep at Brook’s shoe collection. She hoped perhaps one of boxes might give a hint as to where Brook was buying her foot-ware.
She did not find Brook’s shoe collection. Only some of her old shoes in the bottom of her wardrobe. There was no sign of the fancy boots or those pairs of Jimmy Choo’s that Brooke had been wearing recently. The only unusual find was a rather fancy but unusual looking shoe-box. It was black with a golden trim. Certainly not a common run of the mill shoe box.
Maryanne opened it up eager to see what it contained. Maybe some fancy shoes or perhaps a receipt and a clue as to where Brooke was finding these shoes.
Maryanne opened the box but all she saw were some relatively ordinary looking pink running shoes. She reached in to touch them, hoping to find a receipt underneath, but all she got was a shock.
Then something really weird happened. She dropped the box and the shoes fell out. Maryanne reached down to pick up the shoes and saw something really strange. Her hands had turned bright pink, the same colour as the shoes. She just had time to say “What the …” when her world went dark and she felt a strong tingling sensation. She had the distinct impression she was shrinking. She tried to scream but could not.
Everything felt weird. She felt as if she was being torn in two. She did not feel human anymore.
Suddenly her vision returned. She could see the pink running shoe right in her face. It was very weird. It seemed huge. But even weirder was the naked giantess, laying on the floor, only a foot away from her. She had long wavy blonde hair just like Maryanne’s own.
Maryanne watched as this giantess stirred. Then she turned around and looked at the shoes. Maryanne was shocked to see the giantess had her face. She tried to scream once more but couldn’t make a sound.
But she could see. She watched as this giant copy of herself got to her feet. She watched as the naked giant turned to a gigantic mirror. She watched as the giant’s eyes opened in shock while looking at her reflection. She watched as she heard the giantess in Maryanne’s own voice say “Oh my god. I’ve turned into Tracey’s flatmate”