Contact Guinness World Records

You find the number of GWR from the internet, and dial it.

Jude: "GWR Correspondent Jude McKinely here, how may I help you?"

Sophie: "Yeah hi, I've just grown a foot in height during a single night, and I'd like to inquire if you've got any records on that."

Jude: "Don't be ridiculous, if that were true you'd be dead."

Sophie: "It's true! You can come over and measure me if you want to."

Jude: "I think we'd rather not encourage prank callers. Thank you and goodbye."

They hang up.

Sophie: "What a bunch of shitheads! Let's see them deny me my record when I stomp on over there..."

You look up the location of their local offices. There's one in New York, near where you live.

The front door of your house nearly goes off its hinges as you begin your vengeful crusade on those snobby beer-peddlers. Through this rage and frustration however, you can feel something strange occurring.

To your surprise, you have another growth spurt and overtake the roof of your house. Confusingly enough, you feel no pain or discomfort whatsoever, and your clothes remain intact: they've grown proportionally to you.

Sophie: "This settles is: I'm magic. Hehee... I'll be able to stomp the fuckers like ants now!"

The fury and bloodlust in you incites even more growth. You surpass fifty feet. Now your home looks like a dollhouse - you're able to lift it up casually.

Sophie: "Guess I won't be needing this anymore."

You crush the building in your hands like a stack of thin sticks.