Far From It

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Phoebe had spent her first year of college towering over her fellow students, which made sense as the girl stood at an impressive six foot two. In her adolescent years she had endured the slings and arrows of her peers, for she had been a tall girl from a very early age. 

Whilst the teasing and insults had lessened as she had gotten older, it was more that her experience as a tall woman had simply 'changed' as opposed to getting easier. People assumed she was more stern and 'bossy' than she actually was, men in particular felt the need to assert themselves in micro-expressions of dominance, and dating was far more tiresome and difficult than it had to be. How many times had she heard folks casually state that they 'wouldn't date a woman taller than them' whilst Phoebe was standing right there?

The woman's mind walked the tightrope between wanting to embrace her height, and thinking that things would simply be easier if she was on the shorter side. The person who often supported Phoebe and listened to her insecurities was her best friend, Molly.

They had known each other for years, and she had been there for Phoebe through some of her toughest times. Molly was warm and supportive, but beyond eccentric and dabbled in interests that were generously called 'left of center'. In fact, she had become very protective and caring for Phoebe over the years, sometimes even straying into vague maternal attitudes where her taller friend was concerned. When the pair were in their teens, they had taken up an interest in all things wiccan and while Phoebe had promptly grown out of it, Molly had become utterly enamoured with the the fashion, lifestyle, and all the trappings that went with it.

So, one morning when Phoebe had awoken to find that her latest match on Hinge had unmatched her after hearing the girl's height, she had texted Molly in a fury, text after text decrying her stature and the attitude the world seemed to have towards her because of it.

There had been a pause between Molly's replies, and she asked Phoebe if she could be a little shorter, would she choose to be? Without thinking, the dark haired girl had promptly agreed and her wiccan friend claimed she was working a spell to help Phoebe's situation, she told her to not be scared, and that it would only be a small adjustment.

The towering girl had simply shot back question marks in response, but after a few moments, a strange sensation seemed to take hold of her body and her room began to rise around her. Her phone grew heavy in her hand, and she watched her reflection disappear out of sight of her mirror!

This couldn't be real. This couldn't be seriously happening! Yet for all her insistence otherwise, the dark haired woman could only watch as she felt her body shrink. Was this Molly? That wiccan stuff was actually real?!

She tried to text back, but found her phone hadn't dwindled with her and was exceedingly heavy, she shot a flurry of texts to her friend.

'whats happening'

'am i shrinking????????????'

'how is this real??????'

'molly???'

As she continued to sink deeper, she realized quickly that her room was looking... big. Very big. Too big!

'molly youve gotta stop it!!'

Phoebe felt her shifting finally cease, and with wide eyes, the girl realized she was indeed shorter - but shorter than most kids!

Molly hadn't responded to any of her texts, where was she?! Finally, Phoebe's phone lit up.

'I'm coming over now.' Was all it said.

Phoebe dropped her phone to her side and strode to the middle of her room, looking at just how enormous her environment had become. It was suddenly less familiar than it had been, more imposing, and quietly the dark haired girl was missing her previous towering size.

She exhaled, trying to calm herself. Molly would know how to fix this, right...?