"Have you been listening to what I am saying?"
Having a giant Ms. Fahl standing over me asking that was the only thing at that moment that could have pulled me away from Sharon's huge tits. I looked up at her and gulped. She was quite intimidating now, and I had no idea what she had been saying.
"I wish I knew," I muttered, and then, suddenly, I knew.
"You were saying that men's literature has been overlooked throughout much of history," I replied, although it seemed like a strange thing to say.
Ms. Fahl eyed me suspiciously and said, "Correct, and being a man I would expect you to pay a little more attention to the topic and less to Ms. Rogers."
I nodded and let out a sigh of relief as Ms. Fahl returned to her lecture.
"That was close," whispered Sharon. Then, I noticed her shift uncomfortably in her seat again.
"Are you OK?" I whispered.
"It's these damn desks." she said. "God, why don't they make them large enough for women to sit in. It's like the whole world is too small for a woman. I'm always stooping to get in doorways and cramming myself to sit on these little seats. Nothing feels comfortable."
"That sucks," I said, and without considering the wording, I followed with: "I wish you didn't have to feel uncomfortable all the time."
Then, all around me I felt a slight rumble. Oh, crap, I thought. I looked down to see my desk getting bigger as I sat on it. At first, I worried that I was shrinking, but then I noticed that everyone else's desk was growing as well. Not only desks, the whole building was getting slightly bigger. The ceiling rose as the doorway to the classroom grew taller and wider. Even the steps became a little higher.
When the rumbling stopped, Sharon was sitting comfortably at a large desk perfectly sized for her body, while I sat at a desk the same size as hers and realized that my feet would no longer touch the ground. Looking around at the giant furniture and the oversized building, I felt like a boy again, out of place in a too-big world.
It really was a woman's world now. Everything was designed for their comfort, while we men were just forced to cope with being too small for everything. That would explain why "men's literature" had been overlooked. In this world of giant women, men seem to be overlooked in general.
I started to worry about the situation. Maybe I should change things back, I thought. I never meant to remake the world into a giantess paradise. It would make perfect sense to fix things back to how they had been. And yet... I was curious. I wondered what this new world would be like. And, anyway, I could fix things anytime I wanted so long as I had the ring.
What would I do? I thought. Would I try living with the changes for a while, or would I change things back?