Jennifer quickly tosses her bookbag in the back seat of the suv before she sits down in the passenger seat up front. "Sorry, sorry," Jennifer apologizes, " I was having a slight wardrobe issue." She quickly runs her fingers through her long, waist length, black hair, making sure it is fine.
"Just don't blame me if you are late going in, young lady," Gwen says as she starts the car. nAt forty-eight years old, Gwen isn't bad looking. At a height of five foot eight with long blonde hair that reaches to her knees. She has some signs of her age, slight crow's feet and laugh lines on her face, a little bit of weight on her waist line, but she is still good looking. Not to mention the fact that she is wearing a button up, light blue blouse and a pair of black slacks, does nothing to make her look younger either.
As Gwen turns off the street and onto the main road, she takes a quick glance at her daughter. "After school, why don't we go out and get peducures?"
"Going to make them work for their paycheck again?" Jennifer replies, smiling t the inside joke.
The reason that it is an inside joke, is that all the women in their family have big feet. Gwen is wearing a pair of men's flip-flops, a size thirteen, and her toes are hanging over the edge slightly. Not to mention that they can work up a bit of a foot odor problem.
All of a sudden, Jennifer can feel herself moving, her clothes shifting across her body. She can actually see her viewpoint rising up a bit. She smiles as she can feel her shirt rising up a bit, her midsection becoming revealed, the fabric starting to cling to her expanding body. The hemline of her skirt rising even higher as it approaches her calves. The only grip she has is the fact that her shoes are getting even tighter on her. Her toes are fully curled as they continue to be pushed towards the front, bulges forming from each of her toes, the back of her shoes are faring no better. Her shoe laces are being pulled taught as her arches are being pushed up. As suddenly as it started, she feels the changes stop.She looks over at her mother, seeing as she is the same height as her now.
"What are you smiling about? " Gwen asks as she pulls into the school parking lot.
"Just thinking about how nice it will be to have my feet pampered at the end of a long school day," Jennifer says, lying somewhat. She grabs her bookbag as she gets out of the vehicle.
As Gwen watches her daughter start to walk off, she notices how tight and revealing her shirt is. "Jennifer," she shouts as Jennifer turns around, " What do you think you are wearing? "
Jennifer looks down at her shirt, seeing how tight it is on her. "Sorry Mom," she apologizes, "It was the only clean shirt I had." Jennifer quickly turns around and starts heading for the school as the tardy bell rings, as Gwen shakes her head disapprovingly before leaving.
Author's Note: Jennifer is currently 5' 8.36" Tall.
Height to foot length ratio is 5:1
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