Entry Four:
I’ve finally pushed into the realm of the obscene. While people being seven feet tall isn’t out of the ordinary as a whole, the rarity of it used to make those people like a special attraction. Now anybody can push it that far, even some lucky few being able to make it to double digits if their genetics are compatible. I won’t know until I start to see my growth slowing down, but so far it’s been fairly consistent.
I tried to plan for a lot of what I’ve been dealing with, but 2keeping up with the clothing has been more of a challenge than I thought. Even now I’ve had to accept that my favorite shirt that I saved for my favorite movies is barely hanging on. My feet now dangle off the edge of my bed while trying to find a new one big enough for me is proving that much more difficult, especially not knowing just how big of a bed I’ll need once this is all over.
Sam and Chloe have been making fun at my expense, but they’ve both been supportive, still being ahead of me in their own growth journeys. The hand-me-down clothing Sam’s been giving me has helped a little bit (I’m finally fitting into her tops and bras) while Chloe has given me some good connections on getting new stuff as I go. It’s a good thing I let them start this whole thing first, even if it means I’m still a foot or two behind them.
Maybe not for long though!