Michelle was just a couple of inches shorter than me, but I had always wanted to date a taller girl. She was already quite leggy, so as we walked to the coffee shop two blocks away, I made a silent wish that she'd grow taller very slowly and be able to look down on me.
"Everything OK?" I asked Michelle, seeing her shudder, but also curious.
"Yeah." She laughed nervously. "Just felt funny for a second there."
"So tell me about your coffee drinking habits." I laughed, making casual conversation as I realized she was already a little bit higher. It was happening so slowly she didn't even seem to be noticing!
"Oh, fancy expensive crap!" She giggled, thought I could tell she was a little nervous about going out with a total stranger. "With whip cream and cinnamon on top."
"Risky!" I poked, wishing she'd relax around me, and instantly her body language softened and she seemed more at ease.
Her eyes almost met mine as she so slowly grew taller, and she smiled warmly. "Actually, I like to throw a little spice in my latte."
"Hmm. You like it spicy?" I offered, giving her less than casual eyes. And the fact I was getting secretly turned on by this awesome girl getting obliviously taller and leggier.
Now she took on a seductive edge as we approached the pretty generic Seattle coffee place. "I guess you'll have to find out."
As we entered the coffee shop Michelle was now standing an inch or so taller than me. She looked at my hair but didn't seem to notice. Maybe she thought I was shorter than she thought. Either way, I doubt she noticed her change.
We ordered our drinks, waited, and sat down. She did indeed get a spiced latte. Which was a perfect starting point for me.
"So, what else do you like that's spicy?"
"Wings." She said with a relaxed and honest laugh. "I can stomach some hot food, but if you get into really hot stuff my guts start burning."
I realized she was really starting to get tall now. It was starting to get noticeable, as her jacket sleeves were a lot shorter on her and I saw her pulling down the midriff of her shirt to keep from showing skin. "Yeah." I said, with an odd look. "We did some inferno sauce on pizza one time. I just about died the next day."
She laughed and sipped her drink, looking down at her bare wrists in confusion. She must have been noticing the strange way her clothes were fitting. Her once hanging jeans had the cuffs above her ankle. "Hey, this is kind of weird, but do I look different?"
"Different?" I played dumb. "Like how?"
"I dunno." She raised an eyebrow. Like... do my clothes look weird?"
I looked over her and resisted the urge to burst out laughing. I had no idea how much the ring wanted her to 'look down on me' but her clothing was clearly regular length on a willowy girl's body. She was just as lovely, if a little more stretched out. Not bigger, just lankier.
"Rubbing you the wrong way?" I offered unhelpfully.
"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. "Oh well."