Text Meg now, tell her about your shrinking.

You decide you're too excited to wait. You grab your phone and tap out a message to Meg.

You: Hey, you're gonna think I'm fucking with you, but I'm pretty sure I'm shorter today.

Meg: Hilarious, is my growth spurt really making you so insecure you think you're shrinking? Lol

You: No Meg, I'm serious, I measured myself and I'm about 5'8", maybe a hair under. And all my clothes are noticably loose.

There was a notible delay in Megan's typing. You could almost wished you could see her face.

Meg: Well as it turns out, I grew another inch last night myself, and now have the opposite wardrobe problem. Still not sure I believe you but do you wanna come shopping with me for clothes?

Now there's an idea, you thought.

You: Only if you're driving, Stretch.

Meg: Great, be over in 20 minutes... Shortstop.

You couldn't help but chuckle, Meg always was good at giving as much as she took.

Quickly, you washed up and got ready, marveling all the while at what a difference 2 inches could make in your perspective. You found an older shirt in the back of your closet that you hadn't worn in a while because it shrank and was a bit tight. Sure enough it fit perfectly.

You grabbed the wishing stone off your nightstand and headed downstairs, arriving at the door just in time for Megan to knock on it.

Opening it revealed your best friend, who you once again struck by the new feeling of attraction you'd discovered for her.

Meg's long wavy brown hair was in a simple ponytail held in place with a light blue scrunchie. She was wearing a white cotton short-sleeved cropped shirt that clearly revealed more of her midriff than it used to, and a pair of high waisted jean shorts that looked rather tighter than the style typically goes for.

Unable to help but gaze down the length of her smooth, long legs you see today she's wearing berkenstok sandals, and at some point since yesterday she'd painted her toes a pleasent pastel blue that matched her scrunchie. A simple, casual outfit, but you could tell she'd put in effort, which was something uncommon for meg to do.

Realizing youd be staring for more than a second or two you snapped your gaze up from her feet. "Looks like you decided to spare me today and left your platform sandals at home, thank you for your mercy." You say with a grin as you step outside.

You're once again struck when you reach the same level as her, and you're able to to properly compare heights. Meg's grin at your sarcasm becomes much more wide-eyed as she too realizes how substantial your height difference is.

"Wow, you really weren't messing around when you said you're shorter, we're you?" She asks, her eyes seemingly scanning every part of you as she looks down at you. Yep, definitively down at you.

Meg's expression is almost enough to confirm your suspicion... She seems excited to find you shorter today. And did she put on makeup this morning too? At this point, you're almost convinced her feelings towards you are as mutual as they could be.

"Yeah, I'm not messing around. You can measure me if you don't believe me, but I'm only about 5'8" as of this morning. I mean I know people's spines compress a bit over the course of a day, but aren't they supposed to go back to normal overnight? Honestly I don't know how to explain this." You answer, continuing to scan her face to get a read.

"Well, for all you know you've just always been 5'9" and maybe that long run the other day just like, really compressed your spine a lot. But then again i did that run with you and - " at this Megan gestured at her body " - I'm actually having a growth spurt. So I guess I don't know either... "

She paused, her smile shifting to a pensive, concerned look. "You don't think that somehow... Like I know this is crazy but do you think it's possible that my growth spurt has something to do with your... Uh..."

"My shrinking?” you finally say, unable to hold back your excitement at even being able to say the word to her, let alone the reality of it.

And then it hit you, Meg is now starting to look.... Guilty. Does she feel like she's somehow causing your shrinking? You can't imagine what she could possibly think she did to cause your shrinking. Could it be that this really is a fantasy of hers too, something she maybe even wished for?

You consider for a moment if you should maybe tell her the full truth about the stone... Or perhaps at least just a partial truth about how this is a dream come true and nothing for her to feel guilty about.

Then again, it is kind of endearing to see your friend who's always been so sarcastic and goofy around you suddenly worried about you.