When she slowly opened her eyes, Kathy noticed she was lying facedown in sand. She tried to get up, but she was unable to, so she rolled over onto her side and started to throw up whatever was left in her stomach. She felt beyond terrible. Her skin was burning.
Kathy got on her knees and tried to slowly stand up, but she immediately fell down again. What was wrong? She could feel her body and nothing seemed to be broken.
Looking down at herself, Kathy's mind froze for a few seconds. What had happened? She didn't remember being this tall. She looked at her hands, then felt her own body with them. She grabbed at her hair, which was hanging down her back. She was finding it hard to breathe, and her feet hurt. One thousand small things she hadn't noticed before due to the adrenaline were becoming apparent.
“I'm…older?”
She was clearly herself—the eye color, hair color, and face structure were the same, but she looked much older than before. But before she could get an answer, her body made it clear that this heat was poisonous for her. She coughed up more blood and crawled back to her knees, breathing heavily, almost in a panic.
“What in the world happened?” Kathy asked herself.
Standing up, this time fully aware of her longer legs and larger body, Kathy stood without problems.
But first, she had to do something about herself. Her hair had grown so long that it almost reached her ankles, and it was a huge hindrance.
The red hair fell on the ground and remained there. Her fingernails were next. Out of a lack for a better tool, she just bit them off one by one.
Her shoes didn't fit her anymore. Neither did her clothes. Everything was too tight, too small. How much taller had she grown?
It would be suicidal to walk on this hot ground without shoes. But she had to think first.
Taking off her too-small shoes, Kathy rubbed her sore feet.
Her only chance was to find other clothes—stuff that whoever lived here had left behind. But first she needed to do something about her toenails. After a few minutes of pulling and some pain, she had reduced the length to no less than normal.
Barefoot, still wearing the too-tight clothes, Kathy looked through every room ... luck was with her this time and she found an old drawer in one of the upper rooms that contained some clothes. They were still not exactly her size, but they were a lot better than what she was wearing now. Aware that nobody would come back to take these, Kathy took whatever she could find without remorse and tried a few different sets with minor success.
In the end, there weren't many things that fit.
Forced to choose between high heels and knee-high laced boots, she took the boots. The rest of the clothes were sort of mismatched but they were better than nothing. She could not stay here, but who knew if the other two girls were in the same condition and had better or worse luck? Clothes didn't weigh much, she would be able to take them with her.
...
“And you're right, your breasts really didn't grow much.” Natalie said in a completely honest tone a second later.
“You can only say that because yours grew so much!”
While her own dress was rather tight, Colette had other problems. Her trousers were too short now. They were more like hot pants in comparison to her height now. Her sleeves were too short now too, and the shirt she was wearing resembled a tank top with sleeves. Her shoes were the worst. Natalie's had already been in pieces when she came to, but then again, they weren't made for such a trip anyway. Olette suffered from the too-small size, especially because she had been carrying Natalie...