"Wait, hang on!" Lina said excitedly. "First I have to change into bigger clothes. I bet those bras I bought on accident last month will fit me by now!"
Amy scoffed. "Are you kidding? We don't have time for that, we've got to get the guy at the store to fix this! And we're not sure how late it's open!"
"Oh, it'll only be a few minutes. These pants are starting to get tight."
"No!" Amy protested. "Get serious."
"I am serious, and seeing as how I'm the one with the leash, I'm going upstairs." Lina gave a harsh tug on the leash and started up the steps. Amy tried to stay in her spot but ultimately was overpowered by Lina's persistent ascent. Once in Lina's room, Amy watched impatiently as she went through her drawers looking for the bras. Then Lina asked her to turn her back as she swapped them out with the original. "Ha! They're just a bit big still, but that shouldn't be a problem in a little while."
"So if they were the wrong size, why didn't you return them?" Amy sighed, trying to take her mind off the fact that she had probably lost another inch since they were in the kitchen.
"Yeah, right. 'I'm returning these because my breasts are too small.' Besides, I figured I'd grow into 'em one day." Amy could hear her ruffling some more clothes. "Hey, catch." She turned around just in time to catch a black shoe Lina had thrown. It had four-inch platforms. Amy recognized it as part of Lina's magician outfit from last Halloween. "So you don't trip over your pants," Lina offered. She tossed Amy the other shoe.
As Amy tied up the laces, Lina changed into a baggy pair of shorts. They went halfway down to her ankles, which was style Lina didn't normally wear. Unfortunately because the leash was on her left wrist she couldn't get her shirt off, and it was starting to look skin-tight. To make up for it, Lina had donned a denim jacket. "It's out of style, but it'll have to do. Oh, hey, we've got a measuring wall in Jack's room! Come on!" And she was off again. She dragged Amy down the hall to her younger brother's room, where her parents had taped two yard sticks to the wall. Pieces of paper were taped underneath them with tick marks tracking Jack's progress up to two feet and nine inches.
Amy could feel her pants starting to slip. The bottoms were already drooping lower than her feet in the platforms. "Lina, we seriously don't have time for this!"
"Check it out!" Lina had stood up to the yard sticks and placed her hand where the top of her head was. "Looks like...five foot eight! I'm taller than your old height, Amy!"
"Yeah, wonderful," Amy muttered. Lina grabbed her on the shoulders and gently shoved her against the wall.
"And you're five-six, take away platforms and that makes you...one inch under my old height. We're practically exact opposites now!"
"You're enjoying this way too much," Amy growled. "We have GOT to get to the store."
"Okay, okay," Lina said. "Fine. Come on." She gave another sharp yank on the leash and proceeded out the door.
"Could you please stop pulling on the leash!" Amy complained, trying not to trip in her platform shoes.