Jake had an awful night, tossing and turning. He just couldn't get comfortable in his bed. At some point, he peeled off his boxers and threw them out of bed, and he finally woke up sprawled atop it.
Something was wrong. He could tell it.
Jake stood up. The room looked...wrong. He couldn't quite place it, but just bent down and grabbed his underwear and jeans. He stuck one foot in and then paused. WTF? His foot was nearly stuck in the leg of the pants and then he stood up and looked up, noticing that the ceiling was just a few inches from his head. He'd turned into a giant overnight.
He reached up and touched the ceiling. Easily. He'd only been able to change lightbulbs with a chair before, cursed as he was with average height and average everything else. Now, looking at himself, he looked exactly like he had before, average build, average cock, average everything, just scaled up to a huge scale.
He went over to the lamp, to a bulb he'd been meaning to change, and looked at it, hanging at eye level. He got a bulb and unscrewed the old one, screwing the new one in and stared at the light glaring straight in his eyes and then he looked down and saw that his feet were firmly on the floor. He was a giant. No question about it.
It was that number he'd called last night. He picked it the phone and hit redial.
"Hello, New Day services. Did you receive your delivery last night, Mr. Brown?"
"Delivery? I'm a giant!"
"Of course. Your request was very specific. You specified that you wanted 'one thing' about yourself to be special, and you also said you wanted to 'stand out from the crowd.' So we arranged for you to grow twenty four inches taller overnight."
"Twenty four inches? But I'm 5'9"
"Were," the woman corrected. "I believe you should now be 7'9" Statistically, that's about as tall as they come. You're now special and will stand out from any crowd."
Jake started to panic. "What am I going to wear?"
"Well, that's part of the payment we discussed," the woman said. "Formerly, as a completely average man, you had the ability to purchase just about whatever you liked and had a rather stunning wardrobe. Now, you have a much more limited set of options, and in fact will likely need to custom order most things." She paused. "That's the main trade-off. You've also traded anonymity for attentions, which I believed you wanted. Also, you've lost your job and your friends, but those can be gotten back over time. Such things are transient, you know."
"What? Won't people remember me like this?"
There was a chuckle on the phone. "Do you remember you like this? Please, Mr. Brown, be serious. While world-wide mind-affecting enchantments are possible, you couldn't possibly afford the payment, and wouldn't want to in any case."
"Then what do I do?"
"Whatever you like," the woman said. "It's a New Day. Some of our clients empty their bank accounts and go off to reinvent themselves. Others try to tell people they're the same person, but of course that usually ends unfortunately. After all, would you believe yourself if you weren't living with the trade-off?"
"No, but...what do I do?"
"You're a clever man, Mr. Brown. I'm certain you'll come up with something. Thanks for calling New Day and enjoy your new life. Please call again if there's anything else you'd like to change, but please understand that we can't take anything back once you've tried it out. And you've already taken advantage of your new height."
"Taken advantage?"
"Well," she said brightly, "you couldn't change lightbulbs without a chair before, could you?"
Jake hung the phone up, starting to panic and then eventually calmed. He still had friends. Well, honestly, Jake Brown had friends, but he might be able to get them back.
Jake called Marcus.
"Hey Jakie, how's it hanging?"
Jake looked at himself. "Uh...okay. Sort of. Got to ask you a favor though."
"What is it?"
"Uh, I was hoping you could help out my cousin. He's named Jake too. He, uh, had an apartment fire and is staying at my place."
"Wow, that sucks. He okay?"
"Yeah. But he, uh, lost all his clothes. And I can't get any for him right now because I'm in Reno."
"Reno? What are you doing in Reno?"
"After the club last night, I wanted to go have a good time, but then my cousin called, and he had a spare key, so he's staying there while I'm gone for the weekend. But he doesn't have any clothes."
"Can't he wear your stuff?"
"No, he's not Mr. Average. The guy's, uh, seriously huge," Jake said slowly, looking down at himself.
"Huge like how?" asked Marcus. "Like Trent?"
"Uh, no. More like Shaq. He's over seven feet."
"Dude, I didn't realized you were the runt of the litter," said Marcus. "Sure he's your cousin?"
"Oh yeah," said Jake. "He looks just like me. Except, uh, for being a giant."
Marcus laughed. "A giant Jake Brown. This I gotta see."