[Adam19842004]

Quick update, just so you know I'm still working on this. I know it's not long but there's more to come. Just letting you know I'm not one of those people who only writes one chapter then abandones the story.

Chapter II
Big Girl In Her Own Tiny World

Stefania was worried. How would she explain this to her friends and co-workers? How would she explain it to the doctor? Of course he’d be trying to explain it. Or she? No, Dr. Hammond had know her for nine years. He’d watch her first, normal growth spurts during adolescence. Or at least he’d been updated on every one, for about fifteen minutes, every time she needed his help. What if he wanted to do expensive tests on her, to find out why she’d become this miracle? This weird genetic freak who’d grown three inches over night after she became “A full grown woman.” The insurance company would never pay for those kinds of tests. Perhaps she shouldn’t see him at all. To be honest, she was a little ashamed of her body now. In fact she’d always been, because of her weight. Intellectually, she knew her weight was fine. However, believing so emotionally was a different matter to cold logic. To comparing herself to the girls in the magazines and in films. What would Greg’s friends and co-workers think? She knew what they were like. They’d hide it well, but they’d fine this situation “Cool” at best, and have obscene thoughts at worst. So childish. With the sheet still wrapped around her, she looked through the window at the fathers, sons, businessmen and male teenagers below. Dr. Hammond too. All men. Then there was her father, her brothers. Her mum too of course but her gender wouldn’t be a guarantee that she’d understand. Stefania didn’t understand herself. How do you deal with the physically impossible happening to you? She ran for the bathroom, hurriedly pushing aside the unpainted, softwood door. She filled the white ceramic sink with cold water and plunged her face in. She felt the sting and the sudden shock of the cold. She kept herself under there for as long as she could, letting the coldness that hurt her very bones distract her from everything else. Letting it cleanse her. Washing away the panic. Eventually the temperature forced her to let her head out of the water; her mouth gasping for air. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, in her native tongue, just like her mother had told her to do when she was little, if she ever got really upset. She dried her hair and tried to brush it without looking at her entire face in the mirror, or her body. It was strange but she didn’t want to face herself. She went into her bedroom to retrieve her Ipod, since she had no device for making the whole room hear music. She listened to some pop, easy and simple. The perfect distraction, even if it wasn‘t what most people call “Soothing.” She needed something happy. At least it was better at that moment than the rock and metal she and Greg usually favoured. He’d be back soon. Greg, who could be so relaxed and calm when he wanted to be. So practical and logical. He’d be able to comfort her. He’d be able to think of a solution. If there was one. The though that she might stay like this forever was unpleasant, so she swiftly switched to lying on top of her quilt and listening to the music. Turning it up so that it filled her world. Turning off her brain.