The Amazon Butterfly Effect
By Spitfire



"What if a small woman could travel back in time and change a few little
details? How different could things be? Not much? Me thinks not!

Part 1 (Where It All Started...or Ended?)

As I sat at the bar of Merriment Lounge someone from my past caught my eye.
She recognized me also, walked over and sat down on the stool next to me. "Why
if it isn't Becky Tyler!" I said. With a huge smile on her face, she replied,
"Stevie Fisk, what has it been 20 years?" "Wow, now you're making me feel old
Becky!" I said. She put her hand on my shoulder in a flirting way and said,
"Well, you're certainly not any worse for wear Steve! I mean you're still
quite the hunk!" I responded to her in kind, "You're not too bad yourself
Becky! Your size always made guessing your age really difficult. You looked
like a 10 year old when you were a junior in high school." Becky blushed as
she said, "Oh, high school! You know the whole time we were next door
neighbors; I had such a crush on you, Steve! You don't know how many times I
used to fantasize that you were my boyfriend! You know you really broke my
heart when you told me you were too old for me! I knew what you really meant.
I was really just too much of a "runt" for you, huh?" Steve looked at her and
said, "Well, to be honest, I'm just not all that attracted to little, petite
girls. I'm 6'3" and I prefer women at least 5'10" or so. Small girls like you
scare me Becky, I'm always afraid I'll hurt them and they feel like little
girls to me. I mean, you're probably... what...4'8" tall? Becky quickly
interrupted him and said, "4'10" thank you!" Steve chuckled and said, "Yeah,
when you're as short as you are, I suppose every inch matters!" Becky was
obviously a little miffed at his reply and quickly changed the subject. "So,
Steve, I don't notice a ring on your finger, are you married?" Steve rolled
his eyes and replied, "No, I'm divorced... twice...How about you?" Becky
replied, "No, I'm single; I never did get married. After high school, I went
to M.I.T. After graduating I got a job working for the government doing some
pretty high level experiments. I've been doing some pretty important work and
have little time for a social life." As the evening wore on we sat there and
drank. I was feeling a little buzzed and Becky was looking better with every
drink. She flirted with me the whole time and I could tell she wanted to go
further. Around 2 a.m., as the bar was closing, I decided to make her dreams
come true. She asked me if I wanted to go over to her place and I said, "Why
not." After all it was probably 3 weeks since the divorce and I haven't had
any for a month or so! So we caught a taxi to her house. I was pretty
impressed! It was a lavish and plush looking home. Apparently Becky has been
doing quite well for herself! We got out of the taxi and walked to the front
door. As she walked up the stairs, I noticed that I was standing 2 steps below
her and taller than her by an inch or so. We went into the house and it was
really decked out. She told me to sit on the couch and make myself comfortable
as she went into the kitchen. She returned with a couple of drinks, sat down
next to me and kicked her shoes off. She looked up into my eyes and moved in
to kiss me. She was so little, it felt as if I was trying to make out with a
kid or something and I just got really weirded out. I pulled away at the last
minute and said, "Becky, I'm sorry, I just can't do this. You're a really
attractive woman, but I'm just not attracted to you." Becky's eyes started to
well up as she said, "It's because I'm so much smaller than you, isn't it?
Ashamed, I lowered my head and nodded "yes". Suddenly she stopped crying and
went to the other side of the couch. Then after a few minutes of silence she
said, "Let's just sit here and talk for a while then, you always were good
company even though you always treated me like your little sister! I chuckled
and asked, "So what do you want to talk about Becky?" She said, "Did you ever
think of how drastically different the world could be if only we did a few
little things were different? Did you ever see the movie "The Butterfly
Effect"?" She was obviously getting into some deep stuff so I just nodded my
head and said, "Yeah, I saw the movie and yeah, Sometimes..." She interrupted
me and started telling me her whole life story, about how she didn't even go
to the prom because no one would take her, how she didn't date in college and
how she just immersed herself in her studies. She said, "I've been really
lonely and a lot of the time I even bring my work home with me." I told her I
did the same and that's probably why I was divorced twice. She acknowledged my
answer and said, "Would you like to see what I've been working on?" I said
"sure" and she took my hand and led me to her basement stairs. Once in the
basement, I noticed it looked just like some evil scientist lab from some kind
of high tech sci-fi movie. It was bright and sterile looking with lot of high
tech machinery. "This is what I'd been working on," she said. I just nodded
because I really didn't recognize anything in the room. It all looked like a
bunch of equipment from an alien spacecraft for all I knew and I didn't have
the first clue what purpose any of it served. The only thing that I even
remotely recognized was a computer terminal. Even that looked more complicated
than your average personal computer, that's for sure. Once again Becky started
with the hypothetical talk, "Stevie, if you could go back into time and do
things differently, would you?" Jokingly I answered, "Boy would I!" Becky
stepped behind a computer terminal, started typing in commands and then said,
"Me too." Then I saw a bright flash...

Part 2 (The Second Time Around)

I woke up to the morning sun shining in the window. I slowly opened my eyes.
Then as I focused my eyes I realized I was lying in my bed...at my parent's
house! It was all really disorienting. It couldn't be, could it? Okay this is
really weird! My parents sold their house and moved to Florida! I looked down
at my spider man sheets and quickly pulled them down. I sat up with a startle
as I looked at myself. What the hell was going on here? I was in my 8 year old
body! Okay, this was weird...Too damned weird! I heard my Mother calling me
downstairs for breakfast. Everything was just as I had remembered. Every
single minute detail was the same. Well this could really be fun, I thought. I
ate breakfast and got ready for school. I stood on my tiptoes, kissed my Mom
as she lowered her cheek to me and walked out the door. Wow, it had been a
long time since I had to stand on my tiptoes to kiss my Mom, I thought! I had
always been tall for my age but at 8 years old I was "only" 4'10". My Mom
still towered over me by a good 9"or so.

As I walked to the corner I heard that "all too familiar voice" from my
past...it was Becky! I turned around and said, "Okay, Becky, this is fun for
now, but how long are we going to go on with this?" Becky gave me a puzzled
look and said, "Go on with what Stevie?" By the look on her innocent little
face; I knew she didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Little 3'9"
Becky, she was such a cute little girl. She always was pretty, it was such a
darned shame she was so small. I went to school and every class seemed so easy
to me, and why wouldn't it? I'd seen it all before. Finally the day was over
and having annoyed all the teachers with my newfound genius in 3rd grade Math,
English and Science, I felt pretty good! I walked to the bus stop and felt my
all too familiar tag along standing next to me. Ever since Becky moved in next
door, she has followed me around like a puppy. I sometimes felt bad for how I
had treated her later in life, so I decided to humor her and actually treat
her better this time around.

Months went by and everyday I would wake up back in 1975. I felt like I was
living in a bad re-make of the movie "Groundhog Day!" How long would this go
on? Would I have to live my life all over again? If so, I may as well make the
best of things! I remembered the things I had done, the things I had gotten in
trouble for and I started to change a few things. I remember the day I broke
my arm in Pop Warner football. On the day of that game I decided to go for a
walk instead of playing. That way I wouldn't have to endure the pain of my
broken arm and the numerous surgeries. As usual, my little tag along, Becky,
was walking behind me. As we walked along, she suggested that we take a walk
up along the local pond. I really don't know why she wanted to go there; it
was kind of creepy. The pond had kind of a greenish tint to it and was coated
with algae. Becky commented how gross it looked and how brave a person would
have to be to swim in such water. This appealed to my sense of boyhood bravado
as a dare. And of course, you know what a boy does when he is dared! I took
off my clothes down to my underwear and jumped in. It was gross, but the cool
water felt kind of good on the hot day. I told Becky to jump in also, but she
refused. Normally, I never would have done this, but Becky dared me. As a
rule, I never swam in this pond before because my parents told me not to. Then
I remembered how many things my parents told me not to do and I always wished
I had. This compiled with the dare was just too much for me to resist. Not to
mention there was a sign on the pond, clearly marked and in bold letters NO
SWIMMING. Clearly an open invitation for me to do so, I thought! For the
duration of the afternoon I swam in the pond until I got water in my ear. This
didn't seem like all that big of a deal, but it was getting kind of late, so I
just got out, put my clothes on and then Becky and I started walking home.

Once home, my Mother walked out onto the porch and asked me why I wasn't at
the game. Then she noticed my pants were kind of wet. She asked me how they
got wet and I really couldn't think of a good excuse other than telling her I
was swimming. I didn't think she would notice. Then she sniffed and could
obviously smell the putrid odor of the pond water on me. Then she put 2 and 2
together and said, "You didn't go swimming in that pond did you Steven?" Ut-
oh, I knew she was pissed! She only calls me Steven when she's mad. "Becky,
you need to run along home and Steven, you get in this house and get out of
those wet clothes and get that stinking swamp water off of you!" I got a
shower and my Mom told me to go to my room and stay there. The next morning, I
felt kind of sick. My ear really hurt, but I didn't want to tell my Mom
because she would know why it hurt. Then I would have to endure the lecture
over why I should have listened to her. Probably the reason why my Mother told
me not to swim in the pond and that was the fact there was a lot of bacteria
in it. But, being a kid, that wasn't something I really thought of or worried
about. The bacteria must have caused an infection in my middle ear. The pain
in my ear was getting pretty bad and I noticed I had a fever when I woke up
the next day. I told my Mom I was sick and she let me stay home. Then she
commented on how I wouldn't have an earache if I had done as I was told to!
After a few days, I wasn't getting any better and my Mom decided to take me to
the doctor. She was pretty stressed about this because she would have to take
my 2- year-old sister, Amy, along to the hospital. She couldn't get any
sitters at the last minute. Once again she told me this wouldn't have happened
if I hadn't gone swimming in the pond! Once at the hospital the nurse told my
Mom I'd have to be admitted because I had more than just the symptoms of an
earache. I never felt this sick before ever. I had an extremely high
temperature, neck stiffness, a lot of pain in my joints and I was really out
of it. Once at the hospital I was diagnosed with meningitis that was a
complication of the infection I had in my inner ear. The doctor commented the
infection was probably as a result of swimming in a place where the water
wasn't clean or something. I could just hear my Mom thinking, "See, I told you
so." Maybe I should have listened to her. I had never felt this bad in my
life!

Part 3 (Becky's Protector)

It took months before I started to feel back to my old self again, but once I
did, I started to take real advantage of my "little edge" I had as far as
knowing what was going to happen. I started to use this to my advantage during
my football games too. I remember every mistake I made, every pass I missed
and every move I made and I changed to my advantage most of the time. There
was no stopping me! I became the team captain. I never felt so popular and in
control of my life. I took advantage of every piece of information I could
remember. I even bet all my friends in school the Steelers would win the Super
Bowl! I made a hundred bucks from that alone! Though everything was familiar,
a few things did seem a little different at times. I remember always being the
tallest kid in class. Heck I was even taller than Carrie Weaver, the girl that
flunked two grades! I distinctly remember that, but for some reason I looked
at her in the lunch line one day and she actually looked a little taller than
me. I looked down at her feet and she was wearing sneakers. This type of
situation continued. Like I said, I remember towering over everyone throughout
school, yet I noticed all my classmates creeping up on me in size...

The first few weeks of the summer, my little neighbor Becky, constantly tagged
along behind me as I played with my friends. She constantly wanted to play
football with us and I would always tell her she was too small and she would
get hurt! Being the trooper, she settled for being my little cheerleader on
the sidelines! I was kind of sad to see her go to camp. I kind of missed her
cheering for me even though I was playing pretty lousy for some reason. It
might have been my imagination, but I didn't seem to be the football star I
was a few months before. I mean, before I used to be able to toss most of my
friends around, but now they were getting close to my size and strength. I
just didn't feel like myself. I felt kind of weak. Something strange was afoot
here! It was almost as if I had stopped growing or something. My suspicions
were confirmed on the week before school. As every child knows, this is when
you get new school clothes. Every year my Mother would comment on how much I
had grown that year. Every year but his one that is! I remember all my clothes
being tight on me just before that school year yet; I fit into the exact same
size in all of my clothes! My Mother said she was going to buy them a little
big because I'd grow into them before Christmas when I'd get some new ones.

First day of school...Okay, big shock! As I walked to the bus stop I heard
Becky's voice calling me. My jaw dropped as I turned around to see she had
grown several inches taller over the summer! She was still considerably
shorter than me, but I seem to remember Becky being a lot smaller than me that
year but for some reason. Nothing seemed to be the way I remember it anymore!
I actually commented on how she had gotten bigger and she told me her parents
were really surprised too! They couldn't wait to measure her. She stood on her
tip toes and said, "I'm almost as big as you now Stevie!" Though she was far
from being tall as me it made me a little nervous. After all, I always
remembered her being much smaller and after all she was one year younger than
me! As we walked to the bus Becky said, "Well, aren't you gonna guess?" "Guess
what Becky?" I asked. "Why, how tall I am of course!" I didn't really want to
talk about this so I just told her I didn't know. "I'm 4'2" tall now!" she
said with a big grin. "How tall are you Stevie, about 4'3"?" Her lack of
knowledge of size kind of irritated me and I replied, "I'm about 5 feet tall."
Just then Carrie Weaver interrupted me, "There's no way you're 5 feet tall
shorty! I'm 5'2" and you don't even come up to my nose!" With that I retracted
my statement and said, "Umm, well I'm more like 4'10" and that's almost 5'
tall! Carrie started to argue with me and I agreed with her just to avoid the
confrontation. Ordinarily I wouldn't have backed down, but I felt a little
intimidated by her since she was so much taller than me. I seem to remember
Carrie's slight growth spurt and also remember being the SAME height as her in
4th grade not being towered over her by 4"!

Just then Becky asked another question I really didn't want to answer, "How
tall were you when you were my age Stevie were you the same size as me?" I
simply ignored her...Then Carrie Weaver looked down at Becky and said, "What
are you doing hanging around with a 2nd grader anyway Stevie? Can't you find
anyone your own size to like you? With that Becky kicked Carrie right in the
shins and said, "He's my boyfriend and I'm a 3rd grader for your information,
you big dummy!" Carrie immediately bent over holding her shin and then pushed
Becky down to the ground. As she fell, she twisted and hit her face on the
sign pole. She fell very hard and made an awful sound as she hit her head on
the pole. I saw Becky lying on the ground knocked out and I ran to the house
by the bus stop to call 911. The lady at the house also called the police and
told them what happened. The bus had come before the ambulance had gotten
there, but I wasn't going to leave Becky. Soon she came to, but she was
groggy. The paramedics said she probably had a concussion. The woman from the
house told Carrie not to go anywhere until the police got there. Finally the
police arrived. They wanted me too make a statement. Then they dropped me off
at school and took Carrie to the station where they called her parents. I
should have been bigger than Carrie! If I were, none of this would have
happened! She certainly wouldn't have said anything to me that's for sure.

Once in class, I had to endure the teacher (Miss Farley) commenting on how big
everyone had gotten over the summer. She even made it a point to measure
everyone. She thought it would be fun to make a chart of how tall everyone
was! Aside from Carrie, I was still the tallest in class, but not by much. My
friend Tommy was 4'8 «". This was all about to change over the next few
months. After school I visited Becky in the hospital and was talking to her
Mom. Her Mom was maybe an inch or so taller than me. It was obvious this is
where Becky got her size. Her Mom told me she was going to be all right but
she would have to stay in the hospital a few days. I told Becky I was sorry I
couldn't stop Carrie from shoving her and Becky said, "That's okay Stevie,
Carrie is a lot bigger than you and probably stronger too! I couldn't expect
you to protect me from her!" I was kind of shocked at her comment. It was
almost as if she was rubbing in the fact Carrie was so much bigger than me! To
top this off, I could almost swear she said it with a little gleam in her
eye...

Part 4 (Boo-bitiery Gland?)

Over the next few months I noticed a few of the other kids were gradually
getting taller; yet I was still staying the same size. By Christmas vacation,
which was supposed to be my growth/ new school clothes milestone, I still
hadn't grown an inch taller...In fact; my clothes were still a little big on
me. I knew this without anyone having to confirm the fact, yet Miss Farley had
to measure everyone just before Christmas break. My friend Tommy was now the
same size as me...4'10"! Most of my classmates had also gotten a little
taller. For the first time I could remember I wasn't the tallest anymore! I
know this wasn't how it was the first time around! What was worse, Holly
Pickett wore a pair of platforms to class and she was actually taller than
both of us! Holly Pickett was tall for a girl, but she was NEVER taller than
me, platforms or not! I even noticed Becky was getting a little taller as we
walked with each other to and from the bus stop. I didn't dare even mention
the fact though. She had to have grown an additional 2" by Christmas!

Christmas day came and I opened all my presents. My Mother told me to try on
my new clothes and I could see the disappointment in her face. All the clothes
were too big for me! She frowned and said, "I bought the same size as when the
school year started and most of your stuff fits you now." What she didn't take
into affect was the fact she laundered them several times. Surely they must
have shrunk a little so they did in fact fit me better now. The rest of the
day, my Mother sulked because she figured she'd have to return the clothes she
bought me and she didn't want to fight the traffic and the crowds of people on
the day after Christmas! I dreaded it more and more as the day went by. I knew
we would have to participate in our family's time honored tradition of
caroling...I just felt too tired to go walking around the whole neighborhood
and standing around singing half of the night. I was continuing to feel kind
of weak and I had a lot less energy than the average 9-year-old kid. Finally,
6:00 pm came. My parents wrapped my little sister up to go to the Tyler's
house where Mrs. Tyler would watch her as we caroled. Then Mom, Dad and I got
dressed in our winter clothes and went outside into the cold winter air. The
first house naturally was our neighbor's, the Tyler's. Once again, things
definitely weren't as I remembered them to be...As they should have been. As
we went up to the Tyler's front porch and started caroling, Becky came out to
take the baby out of my Mom's arms and into the house. On her way in the
house, my Mom stopped her and gave Becky a few instructions about the baby. My
eyes nearly popped out of the sockets! I was standing on the step below Becky
and she was taller than me! Not by much, but still taller. I don't EVER
remember her being anywhere near this close to me in height! She stood there
with a big grin on her face. As I was standing there trying to concentrate on
what I was going to sing, I saw Becky put her hand on top of her head and then
bring it straight out and over mine. Then her eyes lit up and she got a huge
smile on her face. To make matters worse, as we were leaving my parents
commented to little Mrs. Tyler on how tall Becky was getting! I really didn't
need to hear how impressed they were with how tall Becky was getting,
especially when my parents were obviously disappointed I couldn't fit into my
new clothes because I hadn't grown.

Once back home, my Mother looked at me with a concerned look on her face. As
we looked at some pictures of last Christmas, she started to notice how much
chubbier my face looked, yet I was noticeably thinner now compared to then.
She told me we were going to the doctors as soon as she could get me an
appointment. Once at the doctors I underwent several tests that involved
taking a lot of blood and other fluids from my body. After I endured the
various tests, the doctor told my Mom that he had a hunch he knew what was
wrong with me. A few days later, my Mom got a call from the doctor. I could
tell by her face she was obviously stressed. I couldn't hear what they were
saying, but it was obviously something serious. She hung up the phone and
walked over to my Dad. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "The
doctor said Stevie has hypopituitarism." My Dad looked at her and said, "What
the hell is that?" Then my Mom told me to go upstairs because she and my
Father had to talk.

I walked upstairs but sneaked back down to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"The doctor said Stevie has hypopituitarism", my Mother repeated. He has
problems with his pituitary gland as a result of his bout with meningitis
earlier this year. My Father was a big construction worker and wasn't too
savvy on medical terms, so he asked, "So what's this boobitiery gland do?" My
Mother said, "Pituitary gland honey, and it regulates growth. The doctor said
Stevie's pituitary gland has shut down due to the meningitis and it is
stunting his growth." My Dad's face went ghostly white as he said, "You mean
he isn't going to get any bigger?" My Mom embraced him and started to cry.
Then she said, "There may be some hope, the doctors said there is some new
research with growth hormone therapy, but it's pretty expensive; Not only that
there's only a 50/50 chance that the treatments will actually help him to
grow. He does however need the treatments or else he could have some serious
health issues." My Dad was obviously disappointed and visibly worried. He was
always proud of the fact I was bigger than other kids and played football so
well. He was a big strong guy, about 6'2 and my Mom was an athletic looking
woman who stood about 5'8" or so. They considered themselves to be kind of
tall and it was devastating for him to think that he would have a son that
most likely wouldn't even crack 5'tall!

Even though I asked several times, my parents didn't discuss what was wrong
with me. It wasn't until I was taken to a growth specialist for my first
treatment that my condition was explained to me. The doctor explained it was a
possibility I wouldn't get any bigger and then it sunk in and hit me kind of
hard. He also said I may feel weak and have some adverse symptoms such as lack
of body hair and some other really gross stuff I didn't even want to think of;
this on top of having to take various hormones and medications for the rest of
my life. Possibly the worst for me was when the doctor told me I would have
the look of a child even through my teen years. I remembered the way I used to
look at Becky and feel sorry for her because she was so under-developed as a
teen. At least now she would have someone to talk to about this problem;
someone that had a lot in common with her. It was after that; I really started
to worry about being so small in an adult world. It was great to be the
tallest kid in school, but even the tallest 8th grader is a short in the real,
adult world! I was constantly comparing myself with other kids and how they
were getting bigger and I definitely WASN'T. To make matters worse, by the
time spring came around, I noticed how I didn't have to look down at Becky
that much anymore as we talked. I didn't even want to comment on this. She
seemed to notice it too, but didn't comment either. She only smiled...The
absence of comments went on until a few days before the last day of school. As
we stood at the bus stop, Becky looked at me and smiled. "Why are you grinning
at me Becky?" I asked. "Cause I'm taller than you now Stevie" she said
giggling. I looked up at her slightly to meet her eyes and confirmed what she
was saying. I quickly looked down to the ground to see her standing on a
different section of the sidewalk that was an inch or so higher. Relieved I
said, "That's because you're standing on a higher part of the sidewalk,
Becky." She stepped down off that section and onto the one I was on. Once she
did this, she was still able to look me into the eye. This seriously un-
nerved me! I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I'd be eye to
eye with of all people...Becky!

Part 5 (Camp Summer Hell)

What was I to expect though? I mean Becky was 4'10" after all. I just don't
remember her being that size when she was 9 years old! I guess I didn't pay
that much attention because I was always so much bigger than her...was being
the cognitive word here...Even though I was no longer tall; I'd become
obsessed with height. To be a little more accurate, I became obsessed with
females height. I never remembered thinking about it so much before. I often
looked at the Guinness Book of world records and was fascinated by the
giantess Sandy Allen. The only reason I could think of for my obsession with
height was probably due to my own lack of it. I constantly measured myself and
thought of how many girls in my class were taller or would be taller in a few
year...months even. One day I saw a glimmer of hope only to have it quickly
dashed. I measured myself with my Dad's tape measure in the garage. I made a
mark against the doorway and measured it. I held one end with my foot and
stretched the tape to the mark. The tape read 60". I finally grew! I thought.
I measured it several times and came up with the same 60". I ran into the
house and excitedly told my Mom. She smiled and said, "That's great sweetie."
With the tape measure in hand I pulled her out to the garage and proudly
showed her the mark on the wall. Then I showed her as I once again measured
the mark. My Mother confirmed that the tape read 60". Then just as I was about
to put it away, she noticed the tape. She asked me to see the tape. She pulled
it out a little bit and frowned. I could tell she had something to tell me,
but didn't want to. "Stevie, this is the tape your Dad broke. He snapped an
inch and _ off the tip and then he put it back together until he could get a
new one. See, it starts from 2"... My heart sunk and I started crying. My
Mother pulled me close to her and I could feel her crying too. Then she told
me that she had something she really had to tell me. I told her I knew what
she was going to say...Nothing more was needed; I had to accept the fact it
was very doubtful I'd ever grow taller.

I was glad to see the end of the school year. I was no longer the tallest kid
in class. I was merely average now. It was disheartening and I didn't even
want to think of how it would be by next year. As I sat in my room reading, I
thought how everyone would keep growing over the summer and I'd be the same
little old me...These thoughts were replaced when my Mother came into my room
with the phone. It was Becky. She wanted to know if I was still going to play
football this year. I told her I wasn't going to because I wanted to do some
other stuff. I didn't want to tell her the real reason was because I'd
probably get my butt flattened by the bigger guys. Then she suggested that
since I wasn't going to play football, then I should go to the summer camp
with her. I really couldn't think of an excuse not to and so she quickly came
to the conclusion that I was going to. Then she asked me to put my Mom on the
phone. I could tell by their conversation that she was trying to convince my
Mother to let me go. And again by the conversation, I could tell, she had
convinced my Mother. "You know what, Becky; it would be good for Stevie to go
to camp. It might be fun for him. Well it was settled. I was going to camp,
without really saying I wanted to. Gee, I don't remember Becky doing anything
like this before. She was almost...MANIPULATIVE?

A few weeks later: Camp Summer Hell...

The first day at summer camp confirmed my thoughts of how much it would suck!
As I sat next to Becky on the bus, I noticed subtle changes in her. I noticed
how her hands looked as if they had gotten bigger. They weren't just bigger;
her fingers were also fatter. They were much bigger than mine. She saw me
looking at her hand and looked at mine. Then she smiled and put hers on top of
it. Even though her hand looked bigger than mine, it shocked me when Becky
actually put hers over mine and proved it! I always thought of Becky as a
small, slight girl. She seemed a little bigger and bigger boned now for some
reason. Even her voice sounded different. It seemed a little deeper, almost
huskier. He face also seemed thicker, fuller or something. If I didn't know
better, I'd say she wasn't just a little different than I remember; she was a
lot different! After we arrived at Camp Kookamunga, I got off the bus and
noticed most of the kids my age were the same size, but I stood out a little
as being kind of skinny and looked a little younger than most. The counselor
thought I was a few years younger and just tall for my age. At one time that
was the case, but not now. In fact they thought I was Becky's brother because
I hung around her so much when we first arrived. They even asked me a question
that totally devastated me. "Is Becky your older sister?" I just got a really
sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew why they would think that. I
mean, though we were the same height, I looked as young as her if not younger.
Not only that, she looked bigger than me as if she was older than me. In spite
of that fact, I still wouldn't be embarrassed by questions like this caused by
Becky hanging around me all of the time, I was starting to miss her already.
It really worried me when I found out the girls were separated from the boys
for the most part. That meant I would see a lot less of Becky. She was almost
like a safety blanket as I knew none of the other children there and worried
about making friends with kids my age. She was always nice to me even though
she teased me a little about my size.

Needless to say I wasn't enjoying summer camp all that much. My skinniness was
a fair indicator of what a bad athlete I had become when compared to other
boys my age. To make matters worse, I was still kind of weak due to my gland
problem. I was the last kid picked most of the time and seldom saw Becky as
they kept the boys and the girls in separate play areas and activities. I did
catch glimpses of her from time to time and she started to really look
different. If I didn't know better, I'd say she had gotten taller. I felt a
warm feeling inside. I could feel my ears start to turn red and my heart
started to race. Her arms and legs were fuller and even looked longer. Her
face didn't look thin and childlike anymore. It was fuller too and gave her an
older look. As I watched her from across the dining hall, I noticed her face
was kind of scrunched up like she was in pain or something. Then I noticed
when she pulled her foot out of her shoe and she started rubbing it. Then she
had a lot of difficulty putting it back in like her shoes were way too small.
Then she caught a glance of me and looked over to me with a smile. Her jaw
even looked a little different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she was
changing...She walked over to me and I could have sworn she was taller. I
stood on my tiptoes slightly so I'd measure up to her as she stood talking to
me and prayed she wouldn't notice. I don't think she noticed because she stood
on her tip toes and made the comment, "I'm almost taller than you now Stevie!"
Then she went back down on her feet and chuckled. We talked for a few minutes
and then she told me that she had to go. She had to go back and talk with her
counselor about getting her some new shoes or something because hers were too
little for her feet. Although they looked several sizes bigger than mine; I
asked her if she wanted to try mine on to see if they would fit her because I
had another pair of shoes I brought with me to wear. She smiled and told me
thanks. Right there, I took my shoes off and scooted them over to her for her
to put on. I really noticed I was shorter than her then! I was hoping she
would just think it was because she had shoes on and I didn't. She took both
of her shoes off with a sigh of relief and tried to put mine on. The key word
here...tried! She wiggled her foot back and forth and pushed her foot against
the floor to no avail. My shoes wouldn't fit her feet either! She looked at me
and said, "Your shoes are even smaller on my feet than these Stevie. I think
I'll just wear mine until I can get another pair. I really appreciate it
though." Then she gave me a kiss on the forehead barely standing on her
tiptoes! I put my shoes back on my feet and they were a little loose and felt
as if they had been stretched out. As she walked over to her counselor, I just
stood there in disbelief of what had just happened.

Finally the hell of summer camp had ended. I was looking forward to the trip
back home even if it was on a long bus ride. As we were filed onto the bus, I
noticed Becky walking towards me. I wasn't quite ready for what I saw, but I
was seeing it nonetheless...I had to look up at her and she was standing on
the level parking lot next to me barefoot! She was at least an inch taller
than me as I was looking straight at her chubby cheeks instead of her eyes!
She also noticed the fact she was looking down at me for us to see eye to eye.
She wasn't standing on a higher part of the sidewalk; she wasn't wearing
platforms, heels or anything else; she was bare foot! Even worse, I was
wearing running shoes that had about a _" sole, which meant I was actually
even shorter had I been bare foot like her! She smiled and though I expected
her to comment, she didn't say a word about her new size advantage over me.
Instead she just asked me if I had fun. Even though it wasn't true, I forced a
smile and told her "Yeah it was okay, but I kind of missed you." Having heard
that she got a really big smile on her face. Then she said, "Yeah, I had fun
and missed you too and I can't wait to get back home to go shopping. All of my
clothes are getting too small and tight on me. Especially my shoes, they won't
even fit on my feet anymore!" "Look I ripped them trying to put them on this
morning!" she said as she held up them up for me to see.

Then we got on the bus and she sat next to me and kind of pushed against me.
It was a little intimidating because she pushed me across the seat rather
effortlessly. If I wasn't feeling self- conscious before I was really feeling
self-conscious now. To make matters worse, I could feel her looking me up and
down and noticed that her feet were the same size as mine. This may not have
been all that weird, but I still had my shoes on! I noticed as we sat pretty
much in the same position, her leg rose higher than mine and further forward
than mine against the seat in front of us, yet we were sitting eye to eye. Her
arms even extended further down her leg than mine did. She had to realize she
was much bigger than me, yet she made no comment about it. I mean Becky wasn't
just a little bigger than me; she was bigger than me ALL OVER...

Part 6 (My New Girlfriend)

The ride seemed much longer because there wasn't much conversation between us;
mostly due to the fact I didn't feel like talking to her and risking her
bringing up the subject of our new differences in height. I was really glad to
see the bus pulling into the parking lot and our parents standing there
waiting on us. Becky got up and off the bus with me following. She walked over
to her Mom who was standing next to my Mom. Immediately I saw Mrs. Tyler's
eyes grow bigger as her daughter walked up to and the same size she was
barefoot! Like I said, Becky's mom was maybe an inch or so taller than me and
she was wearing a pair of shoes. My Mother put her arm around me and took my
suitcase as I walked up to all of them. Becky's mom was making over how big
she had gotten. My Mother was a little less enthusiastic. I figured it was
because she was trying to make me feel better about Becky being taller than me
now. It was either than or maybe she was ashamed because her son was being
towered over a girl a year younger than him? Yeah, she was bigger than me all
right; there was no denying it. Becky wasn't just going to let me off so easy,
though. Just knowing she was taller apparently wasn't good enough! She asked
her mom if they could go over to my house so we could play when we all got
back home. Her Mother smiled and said it would be all right.

Becky could see my nervousness over her being bigger than me, especially in
front of my parents. I was avoiding standing near her and would try to lean
against something or sit down whenever she got around me. Finally she asked me
if I wanted to go up into my room and play Atari. I reluctantly said yes. So
we went up into my room and as I set up the game, she stood next to me...close
to me...uncomfortably close to me. Just as I looked up from connecting the
game, she grabbed my chin and kissed me. It was an innocent, first kiss, but
nonetheless, it startled me enough to push her away from me! She looked at me
with a hurt look in her eyes and asked, "What's wrong Stevie? Don't you like
me anymore now that I'm taller than you?" In an effort to regain some dignity,
I replied, "You're not that much taller than me Becky, it's just that we're
friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend!" Becky persisted and said, "No, I think
it's just that I'm so much bigger than you now and you're afraid of me." I
once again protested as I looked her in the nose and said, "You're not that
much bigger than me Becky and I'm certainly not afraid of you!"

Becky said, "I'm at least 2 inches taller than you. Tell you what, I'll bet
I'm at least 2" taller than you. The counselors measured me at 5' tall. And
you told me last year you were 4'10" tall and I'm pretty sure you haven't
grown since!" I was feeling really embarrassed and told her I was 5' tall now
too. After a few arguments back and forth Becky finally said, "I'll make you a
deal, if I'm not at least 2" taller than you, I'll admit you are right...BUT
if I'm at least 2" taller, you have to be my boyfriend." This deal seemed to
be my way out. I'd use the tape measure I used with my Mom to measure me. That
way, I'd be 5" tall! We went into the garage and I stood against the wall as
she easily made a mark above my head. Then I measured with the tape..."See,
I'm 60" tall or 5' Becky, now just drop it okay?" Becky gave me a puzzled look
and said, "Umm, gee, I guess you're right. Then she said, "It looks like we're
both 5' tall, but I know I'm taller than you; I mean you have to look up at me
now. Maybe I've gotten taller too, measure me now." Reluctantly I told her
"okay". As she backed up to the wall, I noticed her head was at least 2' above
my mark. As I measured her I had to stand on my tiptoes to put the mark above
her head as she looked forward and smirked. She stepped away and measured the
mark. "62 «" tall! Wow I did grow again; I'm even taller than I thought!" Then
she looked down at the tape and noticed 2" missing from it. She looked at me
and knew she had caught me trying to trick her. Then she said, "Okay, so maybe
I'm not 62 «" tall but you're not 60" either! If you subtract the 2" that's
missing it makes you 58" tall and me 60 «" tall. That's exactly 2 «" taller
than you. "Well, it looks like I've got myself a boyfriend", she said with a
smile and then kissed me. I protested, but then she said, "A bet's a bet
shorty!" Those words were like a knife through the heart to me, imagine Becky
calling ME shorty!

It was bad enough I had to suffer the indignity of being shorter than Becky,
but now I had to spend more time with her. More time meant more time to
satisfy her curiosities like, "My muscles looks like they're bigger than
yours, and I wonder they are? Do you want to arm wrestle?" In order to save
whatever dignity remained for a man in my position, I'd immediately change the
subject! What was even worse, it seemed as if I was quickly loosing ground I
felt more and more like her kid brother instead of her boyfriend. That was
until we were back in school that is. She made sure I did everything a grade
school boyfriend was expected to do. I walked her to class and carried her
books even though she was bigger than me and could probably have carried them
easier! "That's what a boyfriend is supposed to do", she'd say. Here I was
"going steady" with a 4th grader. It wouldn't have been so bad; I mean an
average 4th grader would have at least been shorter than me. But I was quickly
realizing that Becky wasn't your average 4th grader and was now even taller
than most of my classmates. This height thing was really starting to bother
me, yet fascinate me at the same time. Going to school used to be fun, but it
was quickly becoming less and less enjoyable. I was no longer the tallest, no
longer even average. I was almost the shortest kid in class. Heather Verde was
still shorter than me at least.

Part 7 (Girls who Are Tall Get Taller...)

Over the next few months I noticed my classmates growing even taller than me.
I might have been able to deal with this had I not been "forced" to hang
around Becky so much. As much as my classmates were growing, Becky seemed to
be growing even faster, by leaps and bounds! She also started noticing her
vision getting blurry. She told her Mom about it and her Mom thought that
maybe she needed glasses. She was taken to an eye doctor and given a
prescription for glasses. The whole time Becky was steadily getting taller.
She wasn't' just taller, she was getting heavier, wore glasses and towered
over me! Not exactly my dream girl, but none of the girls in my class seemed
that interested in me. It felt good to have at least one girl interested in
me. All but one was almost Becky's size now and they all were interested in
the guys more their size or even bigger guys in higher grades. I started to
feel as if I was going with someone in a higher grade too. Becky was starting
tom make me feel like a kid compared to her. I noticed that whenever we
talked, I had to look up slightly to see her lips and way up to look her in
the eyes! This was only a few months after summer camp. She had to be at least
5" or so taller than me now. Like I said, she was growing by leaps and bounds
and I was feeling even more like a little kid a few months later. I would see
our reflection in the bus door and I noticed that I could see Rebecca's head
above mine as she stood behind me, as always, with the same sly smile on her
face. Becky was tall; I could almost swear she was the same size as my Mom. I
didn't want to mention it but it often "popped up" so to speak.

As we were watching cartoons one Saturday an episode of "Schoolhouse Rock"
came on...and we unpacked our adjectives as the tune went. There's a
particular part where a small boy is standing next to a girl who is taller
than him...As the girl grew and the boy shrank...Girls who are tall get
taller, boys who are small get smaller. Till one of them is the smallest and
one of them is the tallest of them all...She smiled down at me and said,
"That's kind of like us isn't it Steven?" This is what she now called me. She
said it wouldn't make me feel so small if I were to be called an adult name.
In reality it did very little. If the facts be known, I would have felt much
better had I been my normal height and still called Stevie. Naturally since
she called me by an adult name, I had to do the same with her...After I felt
her nudge me as if to provoke an answer, I replied, "No Rebecca, you're not
that much taller than me. It's not like I'm shrinking and you're really not
growing that much!" This answer resulted in Becky having to prove me
different. "Well, I think I'm growing a lot. The top of your head barely even
comes up to my shoulders now and I've caught you more than a few times looking
straight at my boobies!" I knew she said this to get a reaction out of me and
she did! Then she continued, "I noticed even noticed the funny look your Mom
has been giving me. I think I'm tall enough to look her in the eye now, even.
I might even be taller than her." I told Rebecca that she wasn't that tall and
she said, "I guess you'll just have to measure me, then won't you Steven."
With this she grabbed my hand and led me out to the garage where the marks for
our height were. I noticed her head was considerably higher than the mark I
had made after summer camp. She stood against the wall and said, "Remember to
subtract 2" from the measurement Steven." She said sheepishly. I couldn't mark
the top of her head, even standing on my tiptoes, so I got a small stepladder.
As I stood on the first step I noticed I was still too short to reach over the
top of her head. I could see Becky's chest rising up and down quickly as she
tried to hold back her laugh as I stepped onto the second step. I told her to
move away so I could measure her mark. While standing on the ladder I felt
some semblance of normality. She put her foot against the wall to hold the
tape, stretched it out and handed it to me. She watched as I lined up the rule
to her mark. "Seventy- one inches!" she squealed. Then she realized that 2"
had to be subtracted and her smile lessened but was still smiling. That makes
me 69" tall or 5'9". Isn't your Mom 5'8" Steven? Wow, I'm taller than your Mom
now!" She said. I could hardly believe that little 4'10" tall Becky was now
5'9" tall. I remember saying to her that I preferred women who were about 5'9"
tall or so. The main reason was because these women were tall enough to be
considered tall, yet even in the tallest of heels; they would still be tall
and yet still shorter than me. I guess my new preference would have been 4'4"
now? My lofty girlfriend Rebecca was nowhere near the squat height of 4'4". So
my choices were to either keep the ultimate of 5'9" in my head or adopt a new
one of 4'4". Since finding a full grown woman who was 4'4" tall would be
extremely difficult, that combined with the fact I was really starting to like
looking at tall women, I decided to keep the ultimate of 5'9" in my head. It
wasn't as if I had a choice. It was beginning to feel as if Becky owned me now
anyways! I became her boyfriend on the bet, but actually enjoyed being with
her. It felt "safe"... I didn't want to say that, but it did. I thought I'd be
intimidated and embarrassed by her size, but it was comforting having her
around.

Part 8 (Bad Dreams...Real and Otherwise)

A few days later she was complaining to her Mom about excruciating headaches.
He Mother started to get worried and took her to a specialist. After some
tests it was discovered that she also had a disorder of the pituitary gland
due to a cyst that had most likely been as a result of her concussion. She had
to undergo some surgery and radiation treatments immediately or else she could
have died. It took a few months for her to recover from this and she, like me
would have to take medications for the rest of her life to regulate her growth
hormone levels. Becky was going to have to stay in the hospital for quite some
time and go through hours of therapy. Due to the level of seriousness of her
condition, Becky would not only have to take medications and hormones just
like me for the rest of her life, but she had to be put on steroids. The
doctors said she would need to take them to repair some of the damage to her
body caused by her overactive pituitary glands and other organs. As a kid, I
knew little of this medicine called steroids until I looked them up at the
library. All I could find out about them is they were used on race horses to
make them bigger, faster and stronger. This is just what I needed! I already
felt like a wimpy, little kid compared to her, now Becky was going to get even
bigger and stronger. I really didn't want to know this. In fact I thought the
results would be immediate and was almost afraid to visit her. That night I
had kind of a bad dream. I dreamt I was even smaller than I was now, maybe
about 3' tall if that. I was running in the yard and Becky came up to me. She
was even bigger than she is now. As she was walking towards me she lifted her
huge, muscular legs and smashed my Dad's new truck. Then she let out a really
mean sounding laugh and walked over to me. I wasn't even knee high to her! She
bent over and picked me up with her huge hands and sat me on the roof of our
house. "NOW I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYE WHEN I TALK TO YOU MY LITTLE ONE!" she
said in a deep echoed voice fitting a giantess. From a distance, we could see
Carrie Weaver walking up the streets. Becky told me to wait there while she
went back to her house to take more steroids. After she walked away Carrie
walked up to our house and she was maybe half Becky's size, but nonetheless
much bigger than HER present size too. As soon as she saw me on the roof, she
started to make fun of me. Just then I saw a huge shadow cover our house and
both of us. Then I felt the ground tremble. It was Becky! She had more muscles
and was even bigger than she was before. Our house only came up to her waist!
Now Carrie barely came halfway up to her knee! She picked Carrie up and
started squeezing her! I could see blood coming out of her mouth. Then she
took her with one hand around her waist and with the other hand; she started
slapping her around like a rag doll. "That's for pushing me down and hurting
me!" She roared. Then she slammed her down onto our driveway and said, "And
that's for making fun of my boyfriend!" I woke up shaking. The vision of
Carrie's bloody and beaten body after being slammed onto our driveway scared
the crap out of me! That was the most horrid scene I can remember ever seeing.
I'm not all that fond of Carrie, but I pray Becky never does this to her!

The next day I visited Rebecca after school. I asked her how she was feeling.
She didn't look like she was doing really well. Her eyes were swollen and
blackened from the operation to take out the cyst. She had gauze and bandages
wrapped around her head and over her nose. She was in obvious pain, yet
managed to smile at me. She tried to talk and told her not to because the
doctors wanted her to be still. Rebecca didn't look to be in any shape to pick
up anyone and I felt really guilty. As I was standing there, Becky's Mom
walked in. My first thought was to ask her is there was anything more done to
Carrie. Mrs. Tyler sadly shook her head no and said that she was getting off
on a technicality. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to show my anger
because I was afraid it would upset Rebecca. She must have been too out of it
to hear the conversation because she seemed unscathed. I went over to her
bedside and promised her I'd visit her as often as I could. At first I visited
her everyday, but she had little time for me when I did. I was starting to
feel a little neglected so while she was in the hospital, I started to spend
more time with my little sister. Amy was now 4 years old and such a little
brat. She always competed with me for my parent's attention and I noticed she
was getting it since the doctors told my parents, "Your daughter is a healthy
child and much like everyone else in your family, will most likely be taller
than average." The words "taller than average" really stood out in my head.
This bratty little kid was getting all of the attention, especially my Dad's.
In spite of this, she was passing the time I used to spend with Rebecca prior
to her surgery. It was almost fun even. I was comfortable playing with a small
child that was maybe navel high to me, but I realized that she would one day
start to grow taller than me too. I didn't really like the thought of having
my little sister one day tower over me. In the pit of my stomach, I knew one
day this would happen. My solution to this would be to start now and be a
little nicer to her...this turned out to be a wise choice!

Part 9 (Hand Me Downs??? NOT!)

Two years go by:

Well, it was that time of year again. The time I've come to dread...time for
school clothes. I haven't really needed to buy any since well, you
know...Anyways my Mom still bought me clothes so I'd stay with the current
styles anyway. My sister Amy was another story, however. As I said before,
it's a good thing I was nice to my "little" sister. She had the normal growth
pattern from our family and was the tallest in her class just like I was
before the accident. Just 2 short years ago, her head came up to my navel. Now
she's 6 years old, stands 4'4" tall and comes up to my shoulder. My Mom was
making over how tall she was getting and how she would probably grown up to be
a tall fashion model. She was going to be tall all right. I remember being her
age and being maybe about 4'4" tall. If she continues to grow normally, she
should be my size or even taller in a few years. As we stood in the store, I
watched as she kept trying on new clothes to see her new sizes, as she had
recently outgrown her old clothes. My Mother spent around $300.00 on her
clothes and barely spent $150.00 on mine. I started to get jealous and told my
Mom, "Why can't she just wear some of my clothes Mom and then you buy me more
new ones?" Amy got really mad at that statement and said, "I'm not wearing any
of your hand me downs Steven! I'm a girl and I'm not going to wear boy's
clothes! How would you like to wear my hand me downs when I get bigger than
you?" I really didn't know what to say to her. I didn't realize that she
figured out the fact she was eventually going to get to the point where she
did grow bigger than me! I guess kids are smarter than you think...Amy was mad
at me after that and wouldn't say a word to me in the car. She did however
continue to un-nerve me. For most of the trip she just turned away from me and
stared out the window. Then all of a sudden she looked over at me. Then she
took her forefinger and thumb and then looked at me though the space as if I
were that small. Then she slowly squeezed them together! By the look of
satisfaction on her face afterwards, I figured I'd obviously shown quite a bit
of fear. Once home she showed my Dad her new clothes. She told him how she
wanted my Mom to buy her some platforms because the other girls at her school
were wearing them. Just then my Mom butted into the conversation and said,
"Yes, Amy Michelle, and I told you that you were too young to be wearing
platforms, didn't I?" Amy's smile turned into a frown. Then it quickly turned
into a smile when my Dad gently hugged her and said, "Maybe next year, Angel."
ANGEL indeed!

It was the first day of school, another day that filled me with dread. What
was worse, I had to walk to the bus stop with Amy because she rode the same
bus as me this year. As I walked up to the stop, I noticed that outside of Amy
I was the shortest one standing there. As I was becoming more of an introvert
due to being so much shorter than my classmates, especially the girls. The
long list of adolescent females who towered over me now even included Heather
Verde. No big deal, really, I'm getting used to it now. I mean it was bound to
happen. I remember Heather as being a short girl, but she was taller than
4'10". Yeah, I was dealing with it, but I still felt depressed. I think I just
missed Becky. Unfortunately she had just gotten out of the hospital only a few
days beforehand and wouldn't be able to go to school for a couple more days.
The only good thing about that is I would have certainly felt even smaller had
she been here. But that didn't even seem that bad. Rebecca was the tallest
girl around, even taller than most high school girls, yet it felt different
around her. I didn't feel scared; maybe intimidated a little, but she almost
made me feel safe.

As I waited for the bus, a girl walked up to Amy and started talking to her.
She looked to be maybe 4" or so taller than Amy so I figured this girl must
have been in a higher grade and just talking to Amy because she was new or
something. As they kept talking, I figured out I was wrong and they actually
knew each other. No big deal that they knew each other, but then as I listened
to them I heard her say how excited she was to be going to first grade. This
is when I started to feel a slight burning feeling inside. I could feel myself
getting warmer and I was almost compelled to go stand by her. I don't know
why, it was like an uncontrollable urge to see if this girl was taller than
me. I nonchalantly walked over to the two of them. Although I almost hoped the
girl was taller than me; I was relieved she wasn't. She was close though and
only because she was wearing platforms like my sister wanted. Had she not been
wearing the platforms, she would have been closer to my little sister's
height. As I stood there, I must not have realized I was staring at her.
Suddenly the girl looked at me and then asked Amy, "Why is this kid looking at
us Amy?" Just then Amy turned to look at me and said, "Oh, that little creep?
That's my brother." Then she realized why I had walked over to them and knew
why I was looking at her friend. Like I said, kids are a lot smarter than you
think! She looked at her friend and said, "Debbie, do you know how tall you
are?" Debbie answered, "I think I'm about 4'3" tall, Amy...why? Amy replied,"
I'm just curious" Then she remarked at what cool shoes Debbie was wearing.
Then she said, "Could I try them on Debbie? Pretty Plea- a-ase? My Mom won't
buy me platforms because she said I'm too young. I really want to know what
it's like to feel taller like you." Debbie was obviously flattered by Amy's
remark about her being tall and willingly slipped the platforms off her feet.
I stood there dumbly watching Amy take her shoes off and put the platforms on
her feet. As she stepped into one I saw her head rise but then go back down a
little as she stepped into the other. Now that she had both of the shoes on
her feet she stared at me with a mean look in her eye. She was still shorter
than me. After all they were 4" platforms and she was "only" 4'4" tall. Though
she was still shorter than me, it made me a little nervous to see her so close
to being able to look me in the eye. Thankfully the bus came and I was able to
break her stare. What a little wimp I was becoming! Intimidated by my still
shorter, little sister! Geez!

Part 10 (Hello Little Sister?)

Another two years go by:

Why not? Let's start off at my favorite part of the year? Once again it was
time to buy school clothes for the next school year. Unfortunately, the
"growth fairies" had been smiling down on my sweet, loving, little sister Amy.
Over the past two years she had grown another 4" taller. It should have been
comforting that although she'd gotten taller, at 4'8" she was still shorter
than me...it wasn't. True, she was shorter than me, but she was only slightly
shorter than me. This was the reality in my mind and I knew she was slowly
creeping up to my height. Her "passion" for platforms didn't help this either.
I knew that had she gotten them, my life would never be the same! Two years
later and she was still begging my Mother to buy her a pair of platforms. Yet
my Mom was unrelenting. She told Amy it was because she was worried that she
would twist her ankles in them and her legs weren't strong enough to walk in
them properly as she was still growing. Although she was disappointed, she
still didn't pass up the opportunity to twist the knife in my side. While my
Mother was looking at shirts, she stood up on her tiptoes and slowly rose up
until I was looking up at her and said with her evil little smile, "I'm still
growing."

By the time Christmas came around, Amy had in fact grown at least another 2"
taller. Whether or not I wanted to admit it, she and I were now the same
height! Just to draw this to my attention to this and to drive the point home,
Amy pulled a little trick on me. On Christmas morning I reached into my drawer
and put on a shirt. It was a little tight on me, and I don't remember having a
yellow one, but I put it on anyway figuring my Mom bought it at a garage sale
or something for me to play in. Amy was already downstairs waiting on me to
open the presents with her. We opened up our toys, games and stuff and then
the clothes. The whole time Amy had a smirk on her face whenever I looked over
at her. Then she walked over to me with one of her shirts. And said, "Yep,
looks about the same size to me, maybe even a little too big." I argued that
her clothes were still too small for me. She may have been almost as tall as
me, but I was a boy and had a lot more muscle than she did. I told her that
I'd never be able to squeeze into one of her teeny shirts. Just then she had a
big grin on her face. Maybe she was grinning over my exaggeration, maybe she
thought my defense was cute, I thought. But no! She quipped, "Well, they must
not be too big for you Stevie because you're wearing one of my shirts now!" It
couldn't be! I immediately looked over at my Mom and asked her, "Mom, this
isn't one of Amy's shirts is it?" My Mom looked at the tag in the neck and
said, "Ummm, Amy's right it is sweetie, I'm sorry, I must have put it in the
wrong drawer or something. Then she said, "Wait, no, Amy must have put it in
the wrong drawer because she put the laundry away last week." I could tell by
the look on Amy's face she knew all along and did it on purpose. She did it
just to drive home the point to me how she was growing and I wasn't...and it
definitely wasn't a mistake! Just as Amy walked back to the other side of the
room, my Dad said, "You have two more presents to open up behind the chair
Amy." Amy got an excited look on her face and ran over to the chair. She
unwrapped the first on and it had a pair of running shoes in it. Then she
opened up the second one and got a big smile on her face. She slowly pulled a
pair of platforms out of the box. She looked over at me and gleamed. Then she
ran over to my Dad and said, "Thank you Daddy, oh, Thank you! I've wanted
these platforms like the other girls are wearing for s-o-o-o long. Thank you
s-o-o much!" With that she gave my Dad a hug and kiss. Amy grinned over me
with a sly look. I wasn't going to leave the floor and risk standing by her
for the rest of the day! A few hours later my Mom told us to pick out our
favorite outfit and change into it and then she'd take our picture for
Christmas. I reluctantly went up and changed into my new clothes and took my
time, as I didn't want to face the inevitable. My Mother called me and told me
to hurry up because she was going to have to go cook. I slowly walked down the
stairs to see Amy impatiently waiting on me. She had on her new designer jeans
and her...platforms. I came to the bottom of the stairs and she ran over to
stand by me. "Take our picture Mom!" Amy yelled. As my Mom focused the camera,
Amy smiled and said under her voice with out moving her mouth, "Smile, widdle
brudder" With that, I just have a blank stare, but my Mom took the picture
anyway. Then Mom told us to stand still for one more. I wasn't going to let
Amy get away with her remark. After my Mom went into the kitchen I walked over
to her as she sat on the couch watching TV. You'd better watch it Amy, I'm not
your little brother. Just then she stood up, looked down at me and said,
"Well, you look awful little to me...brother." "That's just because you have
those platforms on." I said. Amy replied, "It shouldn't matter whether I have
platforms on or not. You're 6 whole years older than me; you should be taller
than me even if I was standing on a stepladder!" Your girlfriend is a lot
taller than me, and she isn't even as old as you are...why aren't you tall
like her...you little shrimp?" I definitely wasn't going to let Amy get away
with that! I lost my cool and grabbed her. Then I wrestled her to the ground.
We were wrestling around until finally I got on top of her and pinned her
hands over her head. She gave up a little easier than I expected and let me
keep them there for about 10 seconds. Then she got an evil smile on her face
and said, "You'll really, really regret this when I'm bigger than you...widdle
brudder!" I let her up and she knew that what she said scared me.

After I let her up she started following me around. I asked her what she
wanted and she replied, "Oh, I'm just trying to think of a good nickname I can
call you when I'm this much taller than you in my bare feet. Maybe Shrimpy
Stevie, Stevie Small, Stevie the Squirt?" I was really mad, almost in tears
and I did the unthinkable...I ran out to my Mom and said, "Mom, Amy is calling
me names!" My Mom almost chuckled but she sympathetically said, "What'd she
call you Steven?" I told her "Shrimpy Stevie, Stevie Small and Stevie the
Squirt?" Just then my Mom yelled, "Amy, get your little behind in here!" As my
sister walked into the kitchen with her head down my Mom scolded her, "I don't
ever want to hear you calling your brother those mean names ever again! Do you
understand me Amy Michelle Fisk?" My sister nodded her head "yes". Then Mom
said, "Good, now both of you go upstairs and change back into your play
clothes, I don't want you messing up your new clothes." As we walked up the
steps I heard my sister say under her breath, "Shrimpy, little cry baby!" How
low had I sunk? Here I was a 14-year-old teen, nearly a man; brought near the
brink of crying by my 8-year-old sister and even worse.I ran and told my Mom
on her!

Part 11 (Don't Mess With My Boyfriend!)

The following summer:

It took a while for me to recover from being punked out by my "little" sister.
The truth be told, I don't think I truly got over it. It was months later and
it still bothered me that I didn't stand up for myself better. Maybe if I had
stood up to Amy, she wouldn't have been treating me like she has been since
Christmas. What made matters worse; Amy was hitting an early growth spurt.
It's common knowledge that girls mature faster than boys, but Amy was maturing
even faster than the average 9-yearold girl. She was growing like a weed. It
hasn't been more than a few months since the now infamous "Christmas Tattling
Incident" and she's now taller than me without the platforms. Standing exactly
5' tall, the additional 2" seemed to loom even more over my head. She was
proving me wrong about my body having more muscles than hers because she was a
girl. As a result of good genetics, her body was filling out. I don't mean she
was getting boobs or anything; she actually had decent muscle tone for a girl
her age. I guess this is why I was becoming more submissive around her. After
7 years of virtually no change in size, I knew my body well. I knew how big I
was and by obsessive and constant comparison, I knew how much bigger everyone
around me was...and Amy was definitely bigger and made me feel as if I lived
up to the name "widdle brudder'.

My mind quickly forgot how much bigger my sister was whenever a certain Amazon
neighbor girl who called me her boyfriend was around. As big as Amy seemed,
she was nowhere near a match for Rebecca. Rebecca had been taking the various
medications, hormones and steroids for several years now. Even though the
doctor recently deeded it unnecessary to prescribe her steroids anymore,
they've made obvious and considerable improvements in more areas than
intended. This was mostly due to the fact that after she was finished with
physical therapy, Rebecca continued to work out. She said it made her feel
good. It did a lot more than just make her "feel" good...Rebecca looked good
too...re-e-e-ealy good! And for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she
ever saw in me. She was a totally hot looking woman and I looked like her much
younger kid brother, not her "boyfriend" that was a year older. Even an
average sized guy would look a little wimpy next to her, yet she was the cream
dream fantasy of many a high school boy! I mean just the way she looked, a lot
of the guys in high school even thought she was totally hot. Although most of
the guys that thought she was hot were jocks; mostly because the guys that
weren't that athletic were obviously intimidated by her. And truthfully, even
if I were as big as some of them, I'd be too! Rebecca hadn't grown but maybe
an additional «" since the procedure, but her body filled out years beyond her
age and was more toned any girl or even woman I've ever seen for that matter.
I used to admire the way my Mom was toned and athletic, but now Becky could
easily put her to shame. Nearly every body part of hers outsized my Mother's
by several inches. I could tell Rebecca had bigger arms, longer legs, and
definitely larger thighs. She almost made my Mom look like a teen-age girl
standing next to her instead of the other way around. Due to the medications
she had to take, she also had some disadvantages to put up with. While the
steroids and hormones made her have an unbelievable body for a 13-year- old
girl, it also gave her things such as body hair to deal with. Starting at the
age of 11, she had to shave her legs every day or else she'd...as she put it,
"Start to look as if she was wearing leg warmers." She also had a lot of hair
on various other places of her body and had to endure a constant regiment of
waxing and shaving to keep from "looking like Big Foot" as she would so
eloquently put it. She would say, I've already got the big feet, I don't need
the hair too or else some hunter might shoot me mistaking me for a Sasquatch!
I didn't like it when she talked about herself like that even if she was
kidding. I would often tell her and she would just smile and tell me how sweet
I was. Then she would try to make me face reality by showing me her size 12 «
shoes. Then she would say, "You can't tell me I don't have big feet! I mean
even for my height, I've got big feet! I bet you could probably even put your
feet in my shoes with your shoes still on!" I would try to re-assure her that
her feet were perfectly proportionally to her gorgeous, statuesque 5'10"
frame. Regardless of how much she'd put herself down, I was always there to
defend her whether she believed it or not. Maybe that's what she saw in me? I
began to realize, that even though I was getting older and close to becoming a
man, I was nothing like I was the first time around. If the truth were told, I
was eerily like I remember Rebecca being. I was small and cute with a
childlike appearance and kind of a nerdy bookworm that did extremely well in
school. If that wasn't the spitting image of Rebecca, I don't know what
is...scratch that, the spitting image of the OLD BECKY I should say.

You might say I was seeing the good and bad side of being so small and being
around bigger and more dominant girls. It was almost a shame Rebecca was more
of a friend to me than Amy ever could even imagine being. I sometimes wished
she had been my sister instead, but then again if she were my sister, she
couldn't be my girlfriend. I felt as if she was more a part of our family than
Amy ever was. Rebecca got along really well with my parents, mostly because,
in spite of her size, she was a respectful and well- mannered girl. She even
made it a habit of calling my parents Mom and Dad. This sickened my sister.
She would say, "Becky, Why do you call MY parents Mom and Dad?" Becky would
try to be nice, but it was really difficult with Amy. She would simply say,
"I'm just getting in the habit now, because someday Steven and I are going to
get married." This was my view of the two polar opposites, the good and bad.
Naturally the good being my sweet, lovely Rebecca and the bad being my Super
Bitch "little" sister Amy. But, just like any other story of the inevitable
struggle between good and evil, this one was quickly unfolding before my very
eyes with a predictable and classic outcome! As I came back from Becky's
house, I walked up the steps and down the hallway towards my room. Suddenly I
felt my collar tighten and I spun around with my feet flailing in the air.
Then I felt the wall against the back of my head...and then slowly looked up
into my sister's squinting and hateful glare. "Give me your allowance squirt
or I'll pound you!" I grabbed her hand and tried to pry her fingers away from
my collar, but surprisingly I wasn't able to! Maybe I shouldn't have been all
that surprised. I'd noticed for months she looked more buff than me, I just
didn't want to face she could have been stronger than me too! To make matters
worse, she was wearing her new platforms. Her new platforms were even higher
than the old ones she had. Her 5" platforms along with her already taller 5'
tall body absolutely towered over me. I started to struggle even more but the
leverage Amy had due to her longer limbs and loftier position were too much of
a match for a 15 year old in an 8 year old's body! She literally picked me up
and slammed me down to the floor. Then she pinned my arms over my head and
held my shoulders down with her knees in a classic "schoolboy" pin. I don't
think you heard what I said, I said, "GIVE ME YOUR ALLOWANCE, SQUIRT! And if
so help me, if you tell Mom, I'll beat you up in front of a few of the guys in
your grade just to show what a little pussy you are!" I still tried to
struggle, but it was in vain. Amy was 2" taller and outweighed me by a good 15
lbs. I wasn't even a 90 lb. weakling; I was more an 85 lb. weekling. She was
really hurting me and I knew I'd have bruises later on. I tried to hold back
from crying, but couldn't and said, "O-o-o-ok-kk-kay, you win Amy, I'll give
you my money." After saying that she let me up and stood in front of me,
backing me up against the wall and then putting both of her hands over my head
against the wall. I cowered under her arms and went over to my dresser. I
pulled out $20.00 and brought it over to her as she stood watching me with her
arms crossed over her chest. She snatched it from my hand and said, "Thanks,
widdle brudder, you'd better get used to just handing me your allowance after
you get it or else you'll have to start getting used to getting
bruises...understand wimp. I was still kind of shaky from crying and
stuttered, "Y-y-y-y-e-es" "Good, so we have an understanding now, widdle
brudder?" I nodded my head "yes". Then she flicked me on the forehead and said
as she was walking away, "I told you you'd regret pinning me on the floor that
day didn't I?"

The next day I was lying on the floor with a long sleeve shirt and jeans on.
Ordinarily in the middle of summer I would have been wearing short pants and a
t-shirt, but I didn't want my Mother to see the bruises and have to explain
what happened. I was watching TV and then the doorbell rang. I slowly got up
to answer it and stood on my tiptoes to look out the peephole. I saw the
vision of my Amazon Goddess standing there in tube top and short shorts. She
bent over, kissed my forehead, said "Hi, Sweetie" and walked in the house. She
looked around and said, "So where's Mom and Dad?" "They went grocery shopping
Becky, I replied. She looked over at the TV and asked me what I was watching.
I told her I was watching Scooby Doo. She said, "The old one or the new one?"
I replied, "The old one, the new one sucks!" With that she put her hands on
her hips and stood in front of me and argued, "It does not suck! I like it
even better than the old one." I argued back, "Yes, it does suck; it has that
stupid Scrappy Doo in it!" Then Becky said, "Well, that's what I like about
the new one.Scrappy Doo. He's so little and cute, he reminds me of you. You're
little and cute and.then she reached out and started tickling me and said
"Scrappy!" her tickling didn't get the result she expected. My ribs still hurt
from Amy slamming me on the floor the night before. Instead of laughing, I
screamed in pain, "O-w-w-w Becky, stop please!" She stopped immediately,
looked at me with concern and said, "I'm so-o-o sorry Stevie. Did I hurt you?"
I looked up into her eyes and she looked as if she was going to cry. "I
couldn't lie to her because she knew me too well. I told her than Amy and I
got in a fight last night. Immediately I could see fire shooting out of her
eyes. "What did that little bitch do to you? Is that why you're wearing a long
sleeve shirt and pants?" I nodded my head in shame. I heard her take a deep
breath and then I felt her hot breath blow across the top of my head. Then I
saw a flash out of the corner of my eye and a split second later I heard 3
thumps as her long legs went up the steps skipping a few on the way up! Before
I could even figure out what was going on, Becky was at the top of the steps
and storming down the hall. I heard the door to Amy's room slam open and
Rebecca yell out, "Get up bitch! What the hell is your problem?" Then I heard
Amy's attempt at a smartass remark, "I don't ha-ave a problem, you big slut,
now get the **** out of my room!" With that I heard huge slam and a loud
crash. I ran upstairs to see what was going on. Then I heard another slam.
Amy's bed was thrown against the wall and Rebecca had Amy pinned against the
wall...holding her by her pajama top over her head with one arm. I just stood
there frozen, not knowing what to do. Rebecca pulled her away from the wall
about a foot, slammed her hard against the wall again and said in a calm, yet
forceful voice, "Look, you little bitch, I'll make this nice and clear for you
so there won't be any future misunderstandings, ok?" Then she waited for an
answer and again, pulled Amy a foot away from the wall and slammed her once
more. With that Amy started to tear up and squeaked out in a quite different
tone, "Uhhuh" Then Rebecca continued, "If you ever, EVER, so much as lay a
pinkie finger on my little guy again, ever so much as say an unkind word to
him, I will beat your ****ing head in! Do you understand me, you damned little
bitch?" Even more timidly than before, Amy answered, "Yes, ma'am." Just then
Rebecca saw me out of the corner of her eye and noticed the look of utter
terror in my eyes! She let Amy drop to the floor and there was a look of
serious understanding in Amy's eyes after that! Rebecca walked over to me and
gently hugged me and said, "I'm sorry you had to see that, but somebody had to
teach her a lesson, Steven." It wasn't like I was going to disagree with her!
I had never had anyone, much less a girl stick up for me before! As I looked
over at Amy shaking on the floor, I decided to get a little payback. I said,
"Amy, can I get my allowance back now, please?" Amy jumped up and said,
"S-s-s-s-ure S-s-s- tevie, ah-a-anything you s-s-say, big b-b- b-brother" Once
again I saw fire in Rebecca's eyes and she started to bolt towards Amy again.
Amy jumped into her closet and slammed the door behind her. Just then I
grabbed her arm and yelled, "No, Rebecca, No, please!" Just then Rebecca
stopped and looked down at me. I was holding onto her arm and my feet were
dangling about 8" off the floor! She gently lowered me down to the floor. Then
I looked up and said, "I think she's had enough Becky, she won't be bothering
me anymore, will you Amy?" Amy peeked around out of the door and with the most
timid little voice I've heard come out of her mouth in a long time, she
said,"N-n-n-o". For what seemed like hours, I just stood there in admiration
of my Rebecca. She barely broke a sweat and yet she left a path that looked as
if a hurricane went through Amy's room. I knew that Rebecca was strong, all
one had to do was to take one look at her. But the utter brute strength that
had to be several times my own, the way she so easily picked Amy up and
slammed her, absolutely amazed me. I would go as far to even say, "It turned
me on...REALLY turned me on!"

Part 12 ("Don't Worry Mom, I Didn't Hurt

Your Little Boy!")

After that day, I spent so many nights dreaming of Rebecca's body. I dreamed
of how we would make love and how her big gorgeous body would feel on top of
me. Would she crush me or would her weight be spread out enough over her long
torso that she'd actually feel light? So many mornings I'd wake up creaming my
under- roos. It was getting downright embarrassing and I didn't know what to
do about it. Although, she exuded sex appeal, she seemed to still have the
innocent soul of a child. Although sometimes when I thought of her I'd feel
dirty, the image of her gorgeous body would overcome all of that. In spite of
the fact she said I was her boyfriend and more than proved she loved me
several times, I wondered why she chose me...why? Rebecca was probably more of
a woman that most adult bodied men could handle. I felt as if she was "other
worldly" and unobtainable. I mean when I sat and thought logically, what, I
mean, how could I ever even satisfy a woman like Rebecca? I had the skinny,
virtually hairless little body of an 8-year-old boy, all parts to scale. As
unexpected as it sounds I was about to find out if I could satisfy this woman
Rebecca.

We had always kissed and hugged but after the little incident with Amy, I felt
so close to Rebecca and basically built my whole world around her and what she
wanted. I would spend hours thinking of sweet things to do for her like pick
her flowers and brush her hair for her. She loved when I brushed her hair. She
would lay her head on my lap as I slowly and carefully ran the brush through
her thick hair. This usually led to her falling asleep on my lap,
drooling...LOL As innocent as it started out, I felt Becky kiss me more
passionately and encouraging me to rub her breasts and her crotch more often.
I didn't know what was going on with her. I guess her hormones are starting to
kick in or something? She is, after all 13 now and considered a teenager. She
seems to act more mature than me. Maybe she acts that way because most people
often mistake her for someone who is older due to her size. Our relationship
is changing a lot. Just as I started to get used to and feel fairly comforted
by her size and not so intimidated, she's started to enjoy a little playful
intimidation and making me squirm in certain situations. There is little doubt
who is the dominant one in this relationship and I'll give you the hint: It
ain't the 85 lb. super lover stud...LOL I definitely feel as if she's almost
assuming the role of the guy in the relationship or the dominant role if you
will. Up until today, she was fairly subtle about the fact she was much bigger
and stronger than me. We were at her house and her Mom had gotten called out
to work. We were just sitting there watching a movie and then, I glanced down
at her long legs. She was sitting with them crossed, which only emphasized
just how long they really were. She caught me looking down at them and said,
"I know I haven't shaved them in a couple of days..." I looked at her with a
quizzical look. "I wasn't even thinking of that Rebecca." "What were you
thinking of then?" She asked suspiciously. "Without hesitation I answered, "I
was just admiring how long your legs were, especially compared to mine." She
quipped, "Yeah, admiring how long the hair is on those long legs, weren't
you?" Once again with the utmost sincerity I answered, "Truthfully, I didn't
even notice they were that hairy. A little hair on your legs doesn't bother
me. Actually, I think it's kind of a little erotic." She just gently shoved me
across the couch and said, "You're weird!" Then a few minutes later, out of
the blue, she looked down at me and grinned. It didn't seem to be the same
innocent grin I'm used to, it looked lightly...mischievous. Then she leaned
down and started kissing me. As we sat beside each other on her couch kissing,
I felt Rebecca's long arm reach around my waist. Then she wrapped it around my
stomach and pulled me onto her lap sideways. "There, now I don't have to bend
my neck down so far now", she said smiling. Sitting on her lap made me
uncomfortable. Even though I was small, I didn't like being treated like a
child. She resumed kissing me and I could feel myself getting hard. Then I
could feel her right leg spread a little. She twisted and folded my legs and
then put them between hers. Then she clamped them together with just enough
pressure that I couldn't move them. I was getting a little nervous over this.
My legs were pinned between hers. Then I felt her grab my right arm and hold
it under behind my back. With the other, she grabbed my left arm, and then
held both of my wrists in her left hand. I stopped kissing her for a moment,
but she didn't let me. She forced her lips onto mine and put her tongue into
my mouth. Her bigger tongue just pushed mine right out of the way and she
rolled it around in my mouth. She could sense I was still uncomfortable with
this and then put her hand on my thigh. I was getting really nervous now and
started to try to move my hands free. It was no use; she had her big hands
clamped around them too tight. It seemed to excite her that I was struggling.
I felt her hand slowly go up my thigh and then...she unzipped my zipper! I
really tried to get loose then. I told her "no", she just answered with a
sultry "yes" I said, please Becky, no." She looked down into my eyes
forcefully and said, "YES!" I was really worried about Becky seeing me and
feeling me down there.

After a bad incident in the shower after gym, I found out just how much I
looked like a little kid compared to the other guys in my class. I wasn't just
little in general; I was little down there. To make matters worse, I had no
hair at all. I felt just like a little boy standing around a bunch of older
and bigger young men. How I felt about it was of no consequence to Rebecca.
She was going to do what ever she wanted to do to me. Just then I felt her
large right hand go in between my trembling stomach and the waistband of my
underwear. Then she started stroking me. I was squirming, trying to get lose,
but she was easily holding me where she wanted. She kept kissing me and
probing my mouth with her tongue and it wasn't more than about 20 seconds
before I came all over her hand. It was my first time and I felt as if I was
going to pass out. Then to prolong my ecstasy and her dominance over me, she
lightly stroked me after I came as I convulsed with every touch; unable to
move unless she let me. Finally after what seemed like forever, she stopped
and looked down at me with a smile.

"Did you like that Steven?" she asked. I exhaled deeply and nodded my head
"yes". "Good, because I liked doing that to you." She said sexily. I couldn't
believe this 13-year-old girl could be so erotic and sexy. Had I known Rebecca
was like this, I might have even gone out on a few dates with her in junior
high! Just then she let go of my wrists and spread her legs to release the
hold she had on mine. She put her hand underneath my t- shirt and rubbed in
the cum from her hand onto me...massaging it into my skin...all over my
stomach and chest. Then she grabbed my hand and guided it to her crotch. I
could feel the dampness on the front of her jeans. "UNZIP ME," she whispered
with a low raspy voice as she over exaggerated the syllables with her mouth
movements. As soon as I unzipped her pants, she put her much larger hand over
mine and guided in into her dripping wet womanhood. And I did say womanhood!
Becky's crotch was nothing like mine. Hers felt like a woman's, not a child's.
I guess you could say she had a full head of hair down there! I started to
stroke her as she softly moaned and gyrated. A few seconds later, she said,
"This isn't going to be enough, take my shorts off!" She rose her butt up so I
could pull off her pants while she was sitting. Then she grabbed both of my
shoulders and pushed down on me buckling my knees. Before I could even say a
word, she grabbed my head with both hands, sliding one to the back and said
commandingly, "Lick my pussy, Stevie!" I couldn't believe the way she was just
holding me down, tossing me around like a rag doll and positioning me whatever
way she wanted. She must have held a lot back whenever we wrestled around
together to make me feel better or something? She grabbed my wrist and guided
it between her legs as she told me to put my finger inside her. I did just as
she instructed as I licked her with all I had. It felt so strange messing with
a 13 year old, but what the hell, for all practical purposes I was a 14 year
old and felt even younger. It was messing with my head a lot. Inside I had the
feelings and desires of a man, yet I was trapped in a weak little boy's body.

On the other hand Becky was an innocent 13-yearold girl and I felt kind lf
sleazy being a man and having sex with her. Then again, on the other hand, she
bore little resemblance to an innocent little girl! She was more passionate
than any woman I'd ever been with. Possibly, if anything, she should have been
the one feeling sleazy. I mean I'm sure I must have felt like a little kid to
her and Becky was definitely a W-O-MA-N! It certainly wasn't as if I was
raping her or taking advantage of her; if anything, she was the one taking
advantage of me! I just tried to go with this experience and enjoy sensations
I'd never thought possible. It felt really good to have sex again!!!

After a few minutes of my expert tongue work and probing, I could feel her
start to shake. Then it happened! I felt her fingers dig into the back of my
head and she gyrated even faster and grind my face up and down her pussy. I
could feel her juices gushing out of her and running down my face...down my
chin and onto my chest. Then I felt her grab me by the hair gently to guide my
eyes up to her starry gaze. "Stand up Steven," she said. When I stood up, she
scooted across the couch, sat up on the armrest and slowly spread her legs. My
mouth watered as I looked at her dripping wet womanhood. "Take your pants off
and come here", she said as she took off her shirt revealing her breasts to me
for the first time. Though I was a little self conscious, upon seeing this, I
quickly dropped trou and without hesitation. Then she grabbed my hips and
rammed me into her. I was nowhere near big enough to hurt her, but she was
enjoying it...almost as much as I was! It was amazing, finally seeing her
breasts and the way she moved me every which way she wanted. It took a while
getting used to the fact I was able to look her in the eye now having sex with
her. I almost felt normal again until realizing it was because she was sitting
on the armrest. As if to reinforce that she was so much bigger, she rubbed the
top of my foot with hers, which in turn made me glance down to see she was
still able to barely touch the floor with her feet. Rebecca was big enough now
that she could sit down while I was standing up to have sex! Once this sank
into my head, I started to cum again and felt my legs buckle underneath of me.
Then I could feel Becky's big hands grab my ass and hold me up. As I recovered
from the brink of passing out once again, I looked into Becky's eyes. She
laughed at my expression and stood up, still holding onto me, rubbing her
breasts up my chest rising to my face, straightening up and then grinding her
dripping crotch against the upper part of my stomach. Just then the phone
rang. As I reached for it, Rebecca grabbed it and held it way over my head for
a few rings and then politely and sweetly handed it to me with a smile on her
face. I answered it and it was my Mother calling for me to come to dinner. As
I stood talking to my Mom, Rebecca put one of her hands on her knee and
stooped down to my level. As she looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile,
she started rubbing my crotch with the palm of her other hand making it VERY
difficult to speak to my Mom! All the while she was doing this; she
exaggeratedly mouthed "O-o-o-o", pouting her lips. After I hung up I grabbed
her big hand and tried to move it away. She resisted and I had to practically
plead with her to move it. "Please, Rebecca, I have to hurry up and get
dressed and go home to eat", I said. "Rebecca looked at me with a mocking look
and said, "Oh, what's the matter? Little Mama's boy gonna run home cause the
big neighbor girl was playing with him too rough?" Then she laughed really
hard. She knew that would get under my skin. As usual my face was beet-red and
really didn't know what to say to her to comeback. Then she said, "You think
your Mom would mind if I came over too. My Mom's not here and I don't feel
like cooking anything for myself?" I told her it shouldn't be a problem. As we
walked into my house, my Mother already had dinner on ready and the table was
set. Then she noticed Becky behind me, tickling and poking me. She said
exasperatedly, "I guess I'll set the table for one more?" Rebecca smiled and
said, "Yep, if ya don't mind...Mom!" My Mother told me to come out to the
kitchen and get a plate and some silverware for Becky. As I walked by my Mom,
she noticed an odd odor on me. She looked puzzled for a moment but she knew
what the smell was; she just didn't expect it on me! She knew I must have been
having sex. She definitely knew...I could see the look of disapproval on her
face! She looked down at me sternly and said, "We're going to have a little
talk later mister..."

Needless to say, there wasn't much conversation during the meal. As it was Amy
and Rebecca did not get along at all. After we were though eating, my Mother
got up. I also started to get up to clear the dishes and Rebecca told me to
sit down. Then she got up and cleared the dishes to take them out to the
dishwasher. As my Mother stood there glaring at me, Rebecca loaded the dishes
and then she walked up to my Mother and stood very close to her. I could tell
she startled my Mother and she was slightly intimidated by her. Becky put her
big hand on my Mom's forearm, wrapped her fingers around it and said, "Don't
worry Mom; I didn't hurt your little boy!" I couldn't hear what she said, but
I read her lips...Then she stared her down for a minute and I could see the
hairs on the back of my Mom's neck stand on end. It seemed like she was
staring her down for an hour and then as if nothing happened; she walked back
into the dining room and sat next to me.

Part 13 (Rebecca Finally Gets a Prom

Date!)

Another two years later:

As Rebecca sauntered down the stairs in her beautiful prom dress; I noticed
she was wearing heels. Not just any heels, mind you, but heels with platforms
on them. They looked to be at least 5" heels with a 2" platform! As she neared
the bottom of the steps and walked closer to me, she looked unbelievably tall!
I asked her why she was wearing heels. Clearly she was more than tall enough
in flats and didn't need to wear heels to look taller! Becky frowned down at
me and said, "Just because you're such a shrimp that doesn't mean I have to
look like a geek and wear flats with my prom dress!" With that she bent down
to me and gave me an intimidating look. I slowly reached up and ever so
carefully pinned the corsage onto her dress. With that Rebecca smiled at me as
if to confirm she knew I was really intimidated by her and knew better than to
make any further comments contrary to her views. Just then, her Mother said
she wanted to get a few pictures and told me to stand next to Rebecca. She
hesitated for a minute and then said, "Steven, This is a cheap camera and I
can't fit both of you into the picture. Could you maybe stand up on the step
and Becky could you stand by him?" Rebecca looked down at me and nodded her
head. With this I stood up on the step. Becky's Mom said, "One more Stevie". I
could feel my face redden a bit as I stepped back onto the next step. As I
did, I noticed that the difference in our heights was completely reversed as
still looked at least an inch taller even though I was standing on two steps
above the level she was standing on! She would have even been an inch taller
than my Dad in these shoes!

As we walked out to the limo, I walked in front of her, leading her by the
hand. If for no other reason than to try to bring some resemblance of
tradition to this date! It's not everyday you see a couple with a height
difference of 17" going to a dance together. What's even rarer is a couple
with a 17" difference and the shorter one is the guy! I opened the door for
her and took her hand as if to help her in the car...as if she needed help to
get in the car! She could have picked me up and threw me over her shoulder to
carry me as if I were a 10 lb. bag of potatoes just as effortlessly as she got
into the car. Once in, I got in and sat beside her. I just sat there looking
up into her eyes admiringly...thinking of how truly beautiful she looked in
her dress. She looked down at me and slid her hand between my thighs and
asked, "What's the matter, little guy, you need a booster seat?" I nudged
against her as she chuckled over my dilemma. Unless she really wanted me to
kiss her and leaned her head down towards me, I'd have to make an obvious move
and stand up on my knees to reach her. It didn't look as if she was going to
let me off and lean over, so I got up onto my knees, slowly stroked her cheek
and kissed her. She smiled and said, "That's one of the things I like about
you the most; when you really want something, you keep on trying until you get
it don't you?" The limo pulled in front of the school and I could feel my
heart in my throat. There was no place I'd rather be than by Rebecca's side,
but I was a little embarrassed that I was so much smaller than her and feared
the remarks and sneers she would have to endure. My worries were for naught.
Not one word was uttered about us as we walked up the steps together and into
the dance hall. Okay, one major step out of the way. The next big step is to
dance with this towering Goddess out there on the floor. Should I go for a
slow dance or fast dance with her? I already knew which she would prefer. I
heard familiar intro to "I've been Waiting for a Girl like You." I looked up
into Rebecca's eyes and asked her to dance. I led her out to the floor and
ignored the stares. I pulled her close and I could feel her gently pull me in
even tighter towards her. The top of my head was below breast level to her,
but I was in heaven. I could feel her slowly and gently pushing me away with
her arms on the top of my shoulders. I looked up to see why and I saw her face
slowly leaning down towards mine...her eyes closed and her mouth open for a
kiss. We kissed as the music played and then I felt her lift her head and pull
me back in close to her. I could feel the vibration of her soft humming as the
side of my head rested against the lower part of her chest. The dance ended
way too soon and we stood there swaying with each other a few seconds after it
ended. Then we went back to the table to sit down. When we sat down, I felt
slightly awkward. One of the guys in my class was there with one of my
soon-to-be ex-wives, Lisa. I laughed to myself. If this guy only knew what a
bitch she could be he'd start running now...fast! I started to say something
to her and then I realized; she didn't even know me! I knew her in another
life and she was my prom date then. I had a COMPLETELY different life now. She
had no part in this life I now led. As strange as it may sound, for the first
time in my life, I felt that I was truly where I belonged.

As I was lost in reflection, I felt a gentle nudge. "Come on babe, I wanna
dance to this for you!" yelled Becky. We stood up and I realized the song
playing was Def Leppard's "Photograph" Becky started dancing in front of me as
I tried to keep in rhythm with her movements. She was amazing. Every guy in
the place was looking at her, wishing they were standing where I was, but they
weren't. And though I couldn't figure out why, this was my girl dancing. A few
times she would sexily squat down to near eye level to tease me. She knew how
badly I wanted to kiss her! I could see the mischievous look in her eye. She
knew she was driving me absolutely crazy with her body and the way she was
moving. When the song was over, we went back over to sit down at the table.
Lisa was looking at both of us. I thought for sure she was going to say
something, but she didn't. Rebecca noticed her looking at us and asked me, "Do
you know that girl Steven?" I said with a smile on my face, "I have no idea
who she is." Then Becky looked back at her and said defensively, "Then why is
she looking at us then?" Again I smiled and replied, "Maybe she's jealous?"

One more dance left. The last song... The theme for our dance..."Sharing the
Night Together." Once again we danced close and slow and once again, it ended
way too soon. The night went off without a hitch. No one made fun of us, none
of the guys wanted to fight me and my date was the most beautiful and sexy
women I had ever met, let alone been with! We walked out of the dance hall and
as we got into the car, I could see Rebecca was smiling as if she were the
Cheshire cat. She got in and pulled me close to her. Just then Rebecca looked
at the chauffeur and said, "Driver, we're going to make a little detour before
we go back home, if you don't mind." The driver waved in acknowledgement. As
we drove along, the road we were on looked vaguely familiar. Then we pulled up
to a house. This house looked vaguely familiar also. It was the house that
Becky led me into after that night in the bar! She told the driver to wait
there and told me to get out of the car. She got out and took my hand and
pulled me around in front of her. I could feel her huge presence looming in
back of me. This in conjunction with the memory of this house made the hairs
on my neck stand on end. She told me to walk up the stairs as she handed me
the keys. I remembered the night on the steps on the way to her house. With
the 6" heels on, she was 6'3" tall and I was now 4'10"! I turned to see
Rebecca giggling at me. This is when reality hit me. I thought I was the only
one that remembered the way the world used to be. Apparently I wasn't! Becky
knew all along. All these years she was playing along as if she didn't. I
started to talk and she put her big finger to my mouth and told me to go into
the house. Once in the house, she said, "Come on Steven; let's go down into
the basement.

Once in the basement, I recognized the machinery that she used on that night
after meeting in the bar. Rebecca walked up to me and finally asked, "Do you
remember the last time we were down here?" I nodded my head yes. Her smile
grew and then she said, "You probably do. You probably have fond memories of
what your life was like before I entered the picture once again, didn't you
Steven?" She was about to unfold the whole plan and it was boggling my mind.
"It might be your first time down here in quite a long time Steven, but I've
been down here numerous times tweaking events of both of our lives until I got
it right. I think I've finally gotten things the way I like them now...You
see; the world isn't ever going to be the same as you remembered it and it's
certainly not going to be manipulated just for your benefit. Everything
happened for a reason. I've gone back and changed events so many times in
order to bring us both to this perfect moment, my dear Steven. For instance,
had you played football that day, you would have broken my arm again. That
life wasn't ideal for either of us, now was it Steven? Then your life would
have gone on pretty much the same. Had you not broken your arm and just
continued the same, you would have gone about your life and eventually become
a pro football star. Again, this life wouldn't have ideal for either of us. As
a pro football player, you would have been hitting steroids pretty hard and
you would have died by your 38th birthday. What would have been worse about
that situation is that you still wouldn't have even noticed me. THAT my dear
would have been unacceptable! So as we walked, I thought of the idea for you
to swim in the pond. I knew you couldn't resist me daring you. It turned out
even better than I expected though. I figured you'd have trouble swimming or
something so I kept a rope handy. Then I could have saved your life, which
would have made you eternally grateful to me. Well instead you jumped in and
swam around with little effort. The length of time you were in that dirty pond
water resulted in the earache. The earache led to the meningitis, which in
turn messed up your pituitary gland. Your pituitary gland problems in turn
stunted your growth. This again had to be done over a few times. If I waited
too long, say your teen years, the damage would have deformed you, if I didn't
wait long enough, you would have been even smaller than you are now. Your
small played two roles in my plan actually. Your small size actually made it
possible for me to get taller." I just stood there in total disbelief...

She continued, "Had you grown at your normal rate, Carrie Weaver wouldn't have
even thought of making fun of you or pushing me down to ground while you were
standing there. Actually she didn't even do it that way the first time it
happened. I had to pay her and tell her that I was doing it so you could
impress your friends by defending me. That's the real reason my parents didn't
press charges against her. I was worried that you'd try to stop her, beat her
up or something, but you didn't even do that! After that I knew you'd be
so-o-o easy to manipulate. You are a real wimp without your 6'3" frame to hide
behind Steven! That fall resulted in my skull concussion, which in turn
resulted in the tumor around MY pituitary gland. The tumor resulted in my
growth, which would have not otherwise never happened. Had I not grown taller,
you would have ignored me still because I was younger than you. Your little
attraction with height wouldn't have been so obsessive and you would have been
satisfied with. Truthfully, my growth wasn't an exact science. I had to fall
about a dozen times until I finally hit my head in just the right place for
the tumor to develop. The gland condition actually made my face fuller looking
and not so childlike. It was actually the best thing that could have happened
to me. Had I not grown at all, I would have been the same lonely woman you met
in the Merriment that night. Although it was dangerous, the tumor was the only
thing that could have given me that unexpected and considerable growth spurt
of 12", to be more accurate, 11 3/4"! After all when you are short, every inch
matters doesn't it? She remembered how I had said that to her once and so did
I. Then she continued: And on top of that I was PRESCRIBED steroids. I was
always so small, weak and mousy. I had always fantasized about being a tall
and powerful woman and maybe even a little "dominant"? This was the perfect
opportunity for me, for both of us. Just by the look on your face at the prom,
I could tell you were never happier in your life. Once again she
continued...The whole plan in turn enabled me to grow until I was the height
of your ultimate woman also to give me your perspective of looking down at me
while I have these heels on. It surprised me that after a while, you actually
liked me being so much taller than you! You have to be pretty naive to think I
didn't notice your little hard on sometimes when I'd wrestle around with you!
I knew I had to be a certain size to push just the right buttons in your
little head. I experimented with several time periods before I "let" the
doctors discover my tumor. In one journey back though time, I waited
considerably longer and was actually 6'3 just like you used to be.
Unfortunately, I was kind of ugly because of the gigantism, though. You were
more afraid of me than attracted to me! I also didn't wait long enough and
then you would have gotten together with Heather Verde because she was the
only other girl who would have given you attention...She also looked more like
a woman instead of a little kid...unlike me. She would have treated you badly
and you would have ended up an alcoholic. So whether you want to believe it or
not, all of this was actually the best possible worlds for the both of us. I'm
not going to tell you what the future is going to be like, but I promise you
it will be the best possible future you could have by using the best possible
variables available to you." Then she walked over to me and stood inches away
from me, towering over me by 17" and said, So now that I've told you and
you've been so good to me since taking you back to your childhood, I'll ask
you the same question as I did that night...only once...and I want your honest
answer. "Stevie, have you ever wanted to go back into time and do things
differently?" I looked up admiringly into her eyes and said, "No Rebecca, I
wouldn't change a thing ..."