Lyra Grows Bigger For No Reason

“Behold the amazon before you!” Lyra cried out as she flexed.

“Lyra,” Bonbon sighed, “you’re just one inch taller than me. Calm down.”

Lyra practically deflated and started to pout, leaning over towards Bonbon who sat on their bed, “Oh c’mooon. Let me enjoy being a towering 5’5! Or are you just upset that you’re now the short one in the relationship?”

Bonbon rolled her eyes. As much as she enjoyed being able to share clothes with her equally proportioned girlfriend she certainly didn’t mind the idea of being in a relationship with some difference in size. Or rather, a lot of difference in size. Still, she thought it less likely that Lyra was currently teasing her after picking up on that interest of hers and much more likely that she was just on some new misguided flight of fancy.

“Okay, Lyra, how do you know you’ve actually grown? You sure it’s not just better posture after I got you to sit on benches properly?”

Lyra harrumphed, “I’ll sit how I please! And I know I grew taller because I wished for it!”

Bonbon just stared at her deadpan.

“Oh c’mon! It can happen! Being taller has been my number one wish since I was a kid! Er, okay, actually number one is to be a unicorn. Or, wait -” Lyra looked thoughtfully off to the side and started counting on her fingers, “- okay, it’s gotta be like top ten anyway. Maybe top five since I think that being kicked out of an all you can eat buffet is closer to number six.”

“Whatever, Lyra,” Bonbon said as she got off the bed. As she stood next to Lyra, however, she couldn’t deny that they weren’t staring each other in the eyes anymore. “I still say that this is just your posture. And it’s definitely not a whole inch.”

“No, it is! I checked myself on the wall today and it’s a whole inch higher!”

“Lyra, we don’t have a wall to mark height.”

Lyra bit her lip and looked away, “Er, I may have been checking my height on the wall in the closet since I knew you’d get mad if you knew I was marking up the walls with pen every week.”

Bonbon stomped over to their closet, opened the doors, and pushed the clothes aside. Sure enough there was a mess of black pen marks all at the same level with one lone line an inch higher than the rest.

“Lyra!”