Truly BIG Sister

"...she started growing." I stared in shock. That was it? She started growing when she reached puberty? That was no big deal! That's what's supposed to happen. "I don't think you understand, John." Gaz saw fit to interrupt my internal relief. Gaz drew herself up, resting her chin on her knees. "When I say she started growing, I mean a LOT. My family is full of tall people." She opened an eye and gave me a cold look. "Yes, I know I don't give that impression. It's a recessive gene."

I held up my hands. "I didn't say anything," I protested. Her response was to tug on my arm, causing me to fall onto the couch. She caught me easily, drawing me up so that I was laying against her.. Her strength was extremely abnormal. "Yeah, but you were thinking it," Gaz teased, hugging me to her chest. I was relieved to hear the humor in her voice. Those weeks ago taught me that an angry Gaz was unpleasant...and kind of unhealthy...to be around. Not that she ever did anything so **** again. Far from it. Her acts of vengeance usually were small things, like eating all of the cereal or reprogramming the TV remote for the lights. I don't know how she did that one and she refused to tell me.

"So, yeah, she got big. ...real big. In multiple ways," Gaz went on. "She was over seven foot if she was an inch, that much I know. Her rack puts mine to utter shame. I think I've got a better ass though. I mean, hers is big, but it doesn't stick out much." ...well, she did have a nice butt. Part of being a shortstack meant that she was very...curvaceous. "So yeah...she's a giant and I hated her for it. I wasn't shy about letting her know it either. I...think that was part of what messed me up. See, Dib was really the only person who wanted to hang out with me. Even if it was for her own purposes. Nobody else tried to include me or get me out of the house." Sighing, Gaz ruffled my hair and released me from her hug, letting me sit up. "Once I made it clear how much I hated her for something she couldn't control, she stopped bothering," she continued. "...you saw where that led to." Her voice was low, clearly unhappy thinking about all this.

Ouch. "Well...at least it got us to meet," I offered, trying to cheer her up. She opened an eye and smiled. "Yeah, it did. Which is actually part of the reason I want to make amends. I want to know if she's doing okay and if she's not, I want to fix whatever is bothering her." Gaz chuckled. "You know, if my past self had met me now, she would be utterly disgusted," she mused.

It was some time later that I had the free time to place the order for this Dib. I chose to use the online function as it allowed for more...detailed changes. I could even decide just how Dib had changed...if at all...in the years that Gaz remembered them being apart. So...