Misty

In the shadow of small things...




The Childhood Years

there could be greatness. And there is no doubt that Misty started out small.
Her parents were subnormal statured, her Mom being 5' and her Dad was 5'5".
Her grandmother was even shorter at 4' 11" just like her. Other than that they
were normal in every way except that flat chests ran in the family. Her Dad
was a mechanic and her Mom was a housewife and Mistys birth was so difficult
it was life threatening. Her parents decided not to have any more children.

Misty was always small for her age and always trailed her fellow students in
physical development. However, scholastic studies were a different story and
she was always near the top of her class and her specialty was science. Misty
was very bright and developed an awareness of things at an early age. She
asked her Mom why children could be so cruel when they were supposed to be
innocent at the age of 10. Misty wasn't quite a midget but her physical
development always painfully lagged behind the rest of the children at her
age. What made things especially difficult for her although her parents were
immensely proud is that she skipped the first grade and went right to second.
Since she was an only child both her Mom and Dad spent a lot of time with her
and as parents are always wont to do, they were striving for the best
education for their daughter. In fact, Mom even did part-time work as a
seamstress to help pad Mistys college education fund. Mom actually started
buying shares of Microsoft in 1976 for her daughter as well as a few other
inspired purchases.

Misty graduated from grade school near the top of her class and would have
graduated valdictorian but she didn't care for P.E. nor music or foreign
languages which were all required courses. The class picture has Misty with
her cap and gown in the front row and she was dwarfed by those around her. She
didn't receive that many insults in grade school because she learned keep a
low profile, a veritable shrinking violet if you will but when they did come
even though unintended they were very painful. She even realized that she was
too sensitive and had a hard time shaking off faux pas or gaffes. One time
during a school event one of the teachers scolded her for not being with her
classmates and trying to herd her into a group that was three years behind
her. She tried to tell the teacher she was running an errand for another
teacher but she was shushed and had to wait until the teachers back was turned
to sneak away and finish her errand. These types of events were spotty but
that always left a lasting impression. Her Mom tried to ease the pain that
Misty would feel because of her diminutive stature, she was a very slight girl
as well, but her Mom didn't prepare her well enough for junior high and high
school.

Because Misty skipped first grade compounded by her genes she was only 4' 6"
as a freshman. Misty noticed that the young women were already starting to
grow breasts in 8th grade and a lot of them had started there growth spurts in
the 7th. So it was that Misty had the ritual of having her Mom measure her
height on the doorframe leading to the storage room. But by the time Misty got
to her 15th birthday she became discouraged with that annual event and to
spare her Mom any pain she told her she was getting too old for that. Its not
hard to imagine why growth, size, or anything to do with the physical
maturation process became something of an obsession with Misty. Even in eighth
grade she started doing independant research on the hormones farmers used on
the milk cows to increase milk production. She was absolutely fascinated by
the subject and did separate lines of research on the history of milk
production which led to the unbelievable lengths farmers went to maintain
certain blood lines of the best diary cows and the selective breeding process.
But that was a whole different thing from the hormones that were added to
increase milk production and although Misty lived far from the farms where
this was all done she still found pictures of milk cows with there udders
dragging on the ground for which farmers had to build special bras because
cows were known to have stepped on there udders and teats and cause terrible
damage. Misty had a voracious appetite for details of this nature. Anything to
do with unnatural growth (artificially induced or otherwise), or growing
attracted her and she absorbed it like a sponge. Anything to do with gigantism
she had an encyclopedic knowlege. She read about Robert Wadlow, the worlds
tallest man that ever lived, in the third grade from the Guinness book of
World Records. She didn't research his life until high school.

The seed of a passion was sown in grade school, in high school it became an
obsession and in college it became an addiction. Junior High was very
difficult for Misty socially or perhaps self esteem wise because her
classmates were sprouting up around her like weeds. A number of the young
women were going through various bra sizes whereas she didn't have a glimmer
of a hope of developing anything. Even though, she knew that the tight
sweaters over rapidly swelling breasts weren't meant to be a direct affront to
her lack of feminity she still couldn't help feel that they were showing off.
Sure she was jealous and she realized the real intent of these overly
developed young ladies was to attract young men and Misty was very observant.
She noticed that some girls were developing as early as sixth grade although
she distinctly remember Lucy Florez who must have been a B cup in fifth grade.
In fact Lucy went to the same junior high and high schools as she did and
Misty observed the growth of her progress. In her case Lucy started her
puberty quite early and as Misty researched later, those that developed early
generally had there progress arrested early but there were always exceptions,
like Lucy. Lucy was self-conscious to the extreme because her early and
continous development. Misty didn't become an expert on bra and cup sizes
until after college but she estimated that Misty had easily reached J or K.
You almost never saw Lucy without books or something in front of her although
this became much more difficult to accomplish in her senior year. On the other
hand during junior and senior years and since she was at a highschool that had
a liberal dress code more and more of the young women that had cleavage were
displaying it under nice tight sweaters. It was almost a rite of passage.
Misty thought how different humans were from nature. The male birds in nature
had the bright colored feathers and performed mating dances but in high school
it were the females that were displaying with brightly colored fingernails,
toenails, makeup and cleavage.

One thing Misty did in high school which was sort of peculiar but she started
very discreetly taking her own poll of whether the busty teenaged women drank
milk or not. She watched carefully in the cafe and at some of the after school
hangouts. Misty didn't socialize because she just didn't feel like she fit in
but in the course of her part-time tutoring she would go out of her way to
deliver messages or graded homework or whatever so she could have a legitimate
excuse to hang out albeit ever so briefly. Back then she did a rudimentary
statistical analysis that lasted FOUR years that she kept in a notebook. By
the time her junior year came around she had a somewhat firm statistical
correlation that those teenaged women that drank milk grew taller and
unquestionably had bigger breasts. Those that were drinking pop all the time
to protect there svelt figures were also denying themselves, potentially, a
fuller bustline. That preliminary finding nagged at her until her senior year
when scientifically she determined that her sampling was large enough to
reflect a definite trend if not an outright specific finding and that took an
outright toll on her belief of a supreme being and the fairness of the
universe. Misty screamed, that night, "Why God, why did you make me allergic
to milk products!?"

Mistys slow physical growth continued through high school. She grew an inch
each of her first three years and had her growth spurt her senior year
culminating at 4'10" and naturally, Misty thought, the majority of her spurt
occured during the summer after high school where she grew at a dizzying pace
of 1/3" inch per month and so she would enter college a head, sometimes head
and shoulders below the vast majority of women in college. As far as breast
development was concerned, there was none. Bodybuilders that took too many of
the wrong kind of steroids grew nipples far bigger than hers and of course
there was no breast mounds whatsoever, for that matter there was virtually no
chest muscle either, so whereas Lucy Florez had difficulty hiding her
blessings Misty simply wore bulky sweaters that C cups could have hidden in,
like a needle in the proverbial haystack.

As far as scholastic development, Misty was heads and shoulders above most.
She had an insatiable, voracious appetite about those things that mattered to
her. Just like Scotty on the Enterprise who relaxed with technical journals.
Misty was fascinated with science and her enthusiasm started to extend into
chemistry because she had an inkling that in the short term growth could be
stimulated by chemical means whereas in the long-term genetics would be the
safer and easier solution solved at conception. But she figured that was
further down the road certainly not a possible solution as long as she was a
young adult. One of her least favorite courses was history and then again
there remained the quintessential arch enemy class, P.E. Sure, she was ideally
suited for gymnastics but that required ridiculous numbers of hours of
practice, year after year. She needed something to help her get through P.E.
without damaging her G.P.A. This was the only time in her educational career
that Misty solicited her parents help to get her out of a situation that
almost paralyzed her when she thought about it. She did not want to get naked
or semi-naked in front of the other girls. She knew it was irrational even
though she would probably have to suffer some stares and the odd comment or
two but she didn't want to even suffer that amount. Mistys Mom was totally
empathetic and her parents actually made the trip to speak to her counselor to
see if there was an alternative and the answer was, there would be no special
privileges. It was required and Misty wasn't handicapped period. The parents
apologized to Misty but said it was out of there hands and told her do the
best you can. Misty approached the gym teacher, blushed a deep red with
embarrassment, gritted her teeth and discussed the situation with the teacher
as to the best way to get an A and avoid locker room activities. Mrs. Horne
said, "Give me a day and let me think about it." P.E. was a required freshman
course and Mrs. Horne was looking down at a 4'6" very petite, pretty but very
bright young adult stuck in a little girls body. Mrs. Horne was empathetic and
knew it was going to be tough on Misty if she had to participate with all the
rest. Show up tomorrow with some apparel for running.

Separate from the rest of the class, Mrs. Horne told Misty if she could run
the twice around the track in 2:00 minutes she would get an A, 2:15 she would
get a B, 2:30 a C and so on. Well Misty had absolutely no idea how fast she
could run around the track and she was absolutely paralyzed with fear that an
entire semester's grade would be based on a one-time event that she had not
practiced for nor knew anything of its potential outcome. "Or", Mrs. Horne
said, "You can go to P.E. class just like all the rest of the girls. Misty was
made of pretty stern stuff however ironic that might be in that delicate
little body.

"Alright, Mrs. Horne, I don't care if I get an F...uh...I do...but I'd rather
risk an F than have to measure up to all the rest of the girls."

"So be it", said Mrs. Horne. "On your mark, get set, go"

Misty, had P.E. in grade school but generally she led a pretty sedentary life
except for riding her bicycle back and forth to school, on errands or to the
library. So, she was out of shape but not inordinately so. She went out way
too fast and running the second lap was absolute torture much less any kick at
the end. Misty dragged herself onto the football field and collaped in the
grass.

Mrs. Horne had to smile at Misty's pluck and she walked over and told her, her
time. Misty pulled out the card and checked her time on the card Mrs. Horne
gave her and the time was a distant second to the time for receiving an F.

"Mrs. Horne!", Misty cried (and this she rarely did), "this is totally
unfair."

"I know it is Misty but I had to make sure you tried your very hardest running
around the track. This is not your final grade. Now your goal is to beat the
time you made today. If you beat it by 15 seconds you get a D, 25 seconds a C,
35 seconds a B and 50 seconds you get an A. There is one other thing you have
to do. and I never require this of any girl student but you are getting
special treatment and I want you to earn it. How much do you weigh Misty?"

"75 pounds"

Then by the end of the year you have to bench press 75% of your bodyweight for
an A, 65% for a B, 55% for a C and 45% for a D"

"Bench press, Mrs. Horne?"

This led to a quick demonstration and then a lecture that lasted the entire
period about the importance of a strong body which has a direct impact on a
strong mind and vice versa. So although Misty had some very good teachers,
Mrs. Horne was the most influential and the one that Misty would thank the
most for her guidance and eventual friendship. Misty even kept in touch with
Mrs. Horne through college and beyond whereas all other teacher relationships
were allowed to lapse. This is because Mrs. Horne set her on the path of a
regimen that was a healthy outlet for all her frustrations and there were
many. At the end of the school year Misty beat the time for an A quite handily
as she sped around the track and as for the bench press, she benched 82% of
her 79 # bodyweight. How did she manage the bench press you ask? Dad had an
old weight bench stuffed into the back of the shed, covered with webs. As with
most well meaning, intentioned individuals he started working out shortly
after Misty was born but it had been stored ever since. So Misty asked Dad to
dig it out and for them to workout together. Her parents were unusually
curious about this development but they realized if she made some kind of
progress with this it might help out with her self-esteem issue. (Who knows,
they thought, it might even stimulate her endocrine system). Even more
curious, Dad and Misty worked out together the entire time she was in high
school. Dad wasn't all that enthusiastic about working out after wrenching on
cars all day but he realized that this was a good opportunity to bond with his
daughter, stay in touch with her and be there for her during those trying high
school years. She didn't stop running either. She didn't have a prayer of
being competitive because she was so small but it did keep her toned. No, she
took to weightlifting like a duck to water because by the end of the required
P.E. courses she noticed changes in her body. Since the changes that were
supposed to take place weren't happening, maybe she could effectuate a few
changes of her own, Misty thought. Her favorite exercise, bar none, was the
bench press. Prior to meeting Mrs. Horne she never gave any thought to what
weight lifting could do for her because it simply never entered her universe
as a possibility. Along with weightlifting, vis-a-vis, bodybuilding, Misty
could have an impact on her physical appearance. Throughout her weightlifting
career with Dad she liked the bench press the most and by the end of high
school she was benching the entire weight stack of 100 #s 8 reps. Misty,
budding scientist that she was had the foresight in the very beginning to
measure her progress and although it wasn't much she had added some muscle
mass to her chest. Breast tissue it wasn't but since god wasn't offering she
was going to try a different tack. So by the end of high school, Misty had
packed on quite a bit of muscle and was no longer delicate. After graduation
and before her summer growth spurt, she was 4' 10" and 91 #s of lean muscle
with the barest traces of definition (muscle, not breast tissue) on her chest.
Misty kept records and journals.

One thing that tremendously aided Mistys self-education was a home computer.
Mistys Mom realized the importance of computers when they were first coming
out. Mistys first computer was a brand new 80286 although Mom was very
practical and waited for the 386s to come out before she got a bargain on the
286. Misty always wondered why her Mom didn't go into business and why she
decided to be a housewife. Misty couldn't help but think, was it because Mom
was only 5' tall? Every once in a while her Mom would tell Misty about the
stock portfolio that was growing for her and how she had invested in IBM,
Microsoft, Intel and others. Misty thought that was very nice but she had
other interests, other concerns at this point in time. A small fraction of
Mistys "college fund" went towards the purchase of the computer and later on,
internet access.

Socially, Misty was treated like everybodys kid sister and it didn't matter if
she was the same age or older. When the conversation turned to boyfriends, or
who looked cute or anything whatsoever to do with male/female relationships,
Misty turned a cold shoulder to it and preoccupied herself with something more
productive.

There were very few underdeveloped students like herself but she made buddies
with one or two but for the most part kept to herself with her own hobbies. As
far as boyfriends were concerned, forget it. How could she possibly compete,
for that matter, what would she do with a 6' boyfriend whose shoe she could
stick both feet in. One of her pursuits was divining the level of hormone
usage and what kinds in the various milk manufacturers that ended up in the
local grocery stores. That was an ongoing special interest project that never
failed to maintain her interest.

Misty was never ridiculed or teased that much in high school because she
blended into the background so well. She wore baggy clothes like an anorexic
would except she was hiding her size or lack thereof. She compared it to
nature where some animals raised there hair or expanded themselves to look
bigger to frighten opponents whereas she looked big enough so that she
wouldn't stick out out like a freak of nature she subconsciously thought she
was. There was a point in time where she thought she might talk to her parents
about getting growth hormone treatments but she just wasn't small enough to
qualify. She wasn't a genuine midget, just very small for her age.

Although there was some pretty stern competition, Misty was valdictorian.
There were classes she didn't like but she found a way to get good grades
anyway and she received extra measure for some college level science courses.
She had some trepidation about the valdictorian speech but since she was
enveloped in a gown and hid behind a podium, it was only slightly traumatic.
Yet, she realized it was a good character building exercise, although she
would have preferred to have done without the pomp and circumstance but she
was making her parents ecstatic and there happiness made her happy.