Slowly her growth tapered off just below 5 feet, well short of her original height. "Thanks so much Faye; you are a lifesaver. But I'm still a little too short. I think I need more of the growth potion." said Mary. Mary looked around the office, but Faye was nowhere to be found. "Faye?" she asked. "Did you hear me?"
Faye appeared in the doorway, spinning a vial in her hand. "Oh, I heard you. But I don't think you need anymore potion. I think you're the perfect height" she said with a sly smile.
"Don't be ridiculous, "said Mary. " I'm only five feet tall. That's way too short."
Faye flushed, and Mary immediately regretted her careless comment. "I'm only five feet tall! And you never let me forget it! I always hated being that short and the horrible way you treated me. Now its my chance to be the big sister, " she said with a smile, and drank the remainder of the vial.
My god, Faye, you don't know what you've done, Mary thought, remembering her earlier adventure.
Faye lifted her arms triumphantly, and closed her eyes waiting for the change. And waited, and waited, and waited...
Thank god the change is slow and gradual, thought Mary. I may have a chance if I act quickly.
"Hey, nothings happening. I drank from the same vial as you. Why didn't I grow like you did? " she said with a pout.
Mary slowly eased her way to the door. "That's because you don't know what you're doing, "said Mary. "Give the vial and I'll make sure we both grow."
Faye scowled. "I don't know. Maybe you're just trying to trick me again like you did when we were little. I think I'll figure it out on my own."
As soon as Faye said this, she quickly turned and ran up the stairs, just as Mary made a poorly timed grab for the vial.
Damn you Faye, you always have to make things so difficult. Mary ran after Faye as quickly as she could. She knew it was only a matter of time before she started to grow. And Lord knows what trouble she was going to cause trying to "figure it on her own". Mary didn't want to think about what might happen if she drank any more of the vials or - worse yet - started mixing them into bizarre combinations. Mary knew she was quickly running out of time.