Jenny headed for the front door, while marveling at how few strides it took to travel anywhere with her long legs. The doorbell rang again as she approached. “Coming!” she called out. Through the fogged glass on the door, Jenny could make out the vague image of a blonde girl in a skirt. She opened the door and nearly gasped when she saw who was standing there.
“Rachel?” she said, unable to comprehend how Rachel Sanders could be ringing her doorbell.
“Hey, Stretch,” Rachel said. She smiled and pulled off her sunglasses.
Jenny reminded herself to close her mouth to keep from gaping at her.
Rachel Sanders was a vision, a goddess, an angel. She was one of those rare girls that seemed to exist on another plane of reality. Her beauty was supernatural and mysterious at the same time. It wasn’t that she had large breasts—which she did, although not overly large ones—or that she had a perfect figure—again which she did, but still with some meat on her curves. It was the way that she carried herself. The slightly aloof and smug expression on her gorgeous face seemed to announce to the world that we bored her and that we would need to beg her for her attention, which most people did. For the past three and a half years, Rachel had seemed to exist outside of and above the regular social structure of the school. She was a cheerleader—and, man, could she wear that uniform—but she didn’t hang out much with the cheerleading crowd. Sometimes she could be seen hanging with a few of the druggies and social outcasts, but only sometimes, maybe just long enough to bum a smoke. She seemed ungettable by any of the guys. There were some jocks that tried to spread rumors that they’d had her, but only a few credulous listeners believed their stories. However, it was hard to call her a tease. She didn’t seem to come on to anyone, but she managed attract everyone. She was alluring without seeming slutty. She was forceful without seeming bitchy. Quite simply, she was the girl that every guy in the school wanted and yet no one seemed to be able to get.
Like most guys, Jeff had nursed a secret crush on her for years, and here Rachel was, standing at Jenny’s door, smiling up at her.
“H-Hey, Rachel,” stuttered Jenny. She tried to play it cool, subconsciously hitting on Rachel while almost forgetting what she looked like now with her giant female body. Rachel seemed so much smaller now, although Jenny knew her to be at least five and half feet tall. Jenny tried not to stare down at the cleavage poking out of Rachel’s tank top. “Um, what brings you here?”
Rachel just smiled and cocked her head sideways, brushing back her long, straight blonde hair from her face and positioning her sunglasses on top of her head like a hair band. Jenny noticed a thin streak of pink-dyed hair. (Why pink? Why so thin a streak?) Rachel seemed amused by Jenny. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Um, yes, sure,” said Jenny as she swung the door wide and stepped aside to let Rachel Sanders enter her house. “Come in.” It was pitiful to think of just what other things Jenny would be willing to do right now to please Rachel.
Rachel strolled in casually, still amused by Jenny. Jenny shut the door and tried to start a conversation. “So,” said Jenny. “Nice day, huh?”
“Are you serious? ‘Nice day?’” Rachel burst out laughing, but there was no cruelty in her laugh. She seemed to be enjoying Jenny. “Oh, Jenny, I love how awkward you can be.”
Jenny smiled. Rachel loved something about her.
“It is a nice day, Jenny,” Rachel said. “And so, I felt like taking a walk past your house instead of calling you. Also…” she smiled again. “I had something I wanted to give you in person.”
“Oh,” said Jenny who was trying to imagine how Rachel Sanders could know who she was, let alone be a person worth walking to see… or give something to.
“I wanted to let you know that my parents will definitely be out Saturday evening. They said it would be fine if you came over for me to tutor you in Math.”
“Really?” said Jenny hardly believing that Rachel had just invited her over to her house.
“Yes,” said Rachel. “Now, I need to get moving. I’m expected to be babysitting in an hour.”
“Oh,” said Jenny, feeling a bit disappointed to see her go so soon.
“But,” said Rachel, “First, I need to give you this.”
Rachel beckoned Jenny toward her with one finger, and then…