Seeing the fear in Amy's eyes, Lina unclenched her fists and took a step back. "I didn't mean to scare you...or threaten you," she said apologetically.
"I-it's okay," Amy said. "Let's just keep working on finding a way to fix this."
They resumed their search through the store, occasionally calling out to whoever was in charge, hoping they would be heard. It was such a large shop, though, and they doubted their voices were carrying far enough. The difference in height between the girls reached over two feet as they scoured the aisles. Amy was forced to discard her platforms and walk barefoot. Her pants were a serious problem. She had to hold up almost half the material in order to walk properly. At one point, Lina insisted at stopping at a mirror. She looked over her body, which was taller than the mirror, and stared forlorn at her almost flat chest. She tried to reach inside her tight shirt and slip out her useless bra.
Meanwhile, Amy was having her own problems adjusting to the weight of her growing breasts. They may have been small to others, but for someone of her size they stood out, even under her baggy shirt. She saw a tape measure on a nearby shelf and their leashes were long enough to permit her to get it. "Four-foot-nothing," she sighed.
"Yeah, I'd rather be that tall if it meant having those breasts."
"Will you stop thinking about your appearance? Look at you, you're Giant Woman! People are going to stare at you for the rest of your life!"
"I wouldn't mind the attention."
"They won't be staring in admiration!" Amy shouted, exasperated. Lina bent down and took the tape measure from her. She let the roll drop as she held the end.
"Six-ten. Yeah, this is a little too tall, isn't it?"
"Please don't say 'little,'" Amy said sheepishly. As she pondered their situation further, something came to mind.