I looked down at my radiant body. The skin seemed to be getting
redder. Don't tell me I'm reflexively blushing at my own nudity, I
thought with a chuckle. I could feel my bosoms growing again.
I closed my eyes and sighed. My body trembled. I glanced down and saw
that my body was now glowing hot pink. I looked across the hills
toward Golden Gate Bridge. The perspective was hard to judge. I was
standing at the center of a concave flattened area, but the buildings
a mile away seemed to me to be slightly smaller. Was more than my
breasts growing?
I began walking toward the crowd I saw forming where one of the
streets met my crater. I heard cat-calls and whistles as I approached.
The closer I drew near, the smaller the people looked. At first I
thought they were children gathered from a nearby school, but no these
were grown men and women. Just very small.
"It's the Attack of the 50 Foot Tall Woman!" shouted one tiny man.
I laughed, and looked down and looked over at him. I was a lot taller
than 50 feet. It suddenly struck me, if a giant naked blue man could
call himself Dr. Manhattan, then I could - my voice boomed like
thunder, "Little people, you may worship me as Dr. San Francisco!"