Morgan had an affliction. It began when she was twelve years old, she began to grow at an alarming rate. Now her mother and father were of normal height, there was not any strange growth stories in their family. Morgan's parents took her to doctors, trying to find out why she was growing. Nothing was ever proven, she was a normal healthy young woman. When she was fourteen she was six one, still a skinny girl who had to suffer the torments of being the tallest girl in school. She never went on dates, boys didn't want to be seen with a girl that towered over them.
By the time she was eighteen she was six-six and had filled out. Boys said dating her would be like climbing a coconut tree to get to the goodies.
Morgan spent a lot of time alone. She had no close friends to confide in, she felt like she was a freak of nature and besides that she was constantly horny, it was like her libido had grown with her size. She was wearing a 44DD bra but on her, her tits didn't look all that big. She could palm a basketball, but didn't have the skill or ability to play. She had to either make her own clothes or save forever to buy one good outfit. She cried when she got shoes because her feet were so big. But the one thing that made her hurt so deep inside, was that she knew in her heart, she would never find a boy that would love her.
They just could not understand the pain she felt.
Other than her height, she was a very pretty young woman, with long chestnut hair that hung down to her shoulders in gentle waves, she had soft green eyes, very long, long legs, a slender body and flat tummy. Men and boys lusted for her, she looked much older than her sixteen years.
Morgan sat by herself under the huge oak tree in the school yard. It was lunch time, she usually sat alone. It was like being seen with her would taint you. She would have loved to have sat in the common area, but she felt strange, like she was sitting at a small child's table.
She had her legs crossed indian style, she was wearing a green t shirt and white shorts that came down to the middle of her thighs. She was eating her first of four sandwiches, she had to eat all the time just so she wouldn't get skinny, she was always hungry, it seemed to her.
"Excuse me, Morgan, can I sit here with you?" the distinctly male voice asked.
Even just sitting her head was level with his tummy. She looked up, shading her eyes.
He was in several of her classes. She had seen him approaching her several times before he turned and ran. He was really shy and quiet. He was just the smartest kid in school and she knew kids were cruel to him too, they called him names like dork and doofus, just because he was not like them. She saw him around with his friends, talking about science fiction and the characters, their fantasy games. He just looked like a normal kid. With dark hair and glasses. He wasn't all that tall either. Probably about five ten a hundred and fifty pounds.
"If you don't mind sitting with a freak." she said going back to her sandwich.
He sat, cross legged like her.
He pulled out his own sandwich and sat staring at her.
Morgan felt his eyes on her. She looked up.
"Look, if your going to sit here, you can't stare at me, it makes me feel weird," she said in an angry voice.
"Sorry, but your anything but weird," he said softly. He lowered his head studying his sandwich.
"Right, just sit over there and check out the freak," she said, she would have thought he would understand what it was like to be made fun of and stared at it.
He looked up at her, his eyes locking on hers.
"Morgan, this is really difficult for me, I'm not very good around girls. I get all tongue tied and embarrassed, but if I don't say this, I don't think I could live with myself," he said taking a bite of his sandwich.
"What? You have a tall joke, did you bet your friends you could get me to blush with one of your crude jokes," she asked sarcastically.
He shook his head.
"I just wanted to tell you, I don't think your a freak, I think your beautiful, I think your the nicest and most beautiful girl I've ever met or seen. I don't like the way other guys talk about you and I've gotten into a few fights because of it. But it isn't my place to defend your honor, so to speak, unless I were dating you," he said.
Morgan sat with her mind in turmoil, her heart was going so fast she thought she would pass out. It was a joke, he was sitting her up for a colossal joke, he was going to get a good laugh out of it.
"You and me? Don't you think that would look kind of stupid?" she asked, gathering her things up.
"Look, I know you think I'm trying to make you look like an idiot. I've had it done to me a few times. You know Allison Jennings, the most stuck up girl in school?" he said.
She nodded her head, waiting.
"When I was twelve, she invited me over to her house, she seemed interested in me. I believed she liked me, because when you're alone, you'll believe anything. She got me out to the pool and told me we could skinny dip. Man was I stupid. I actually stripped to my jockey shorts when out pops the entire football team. They thought it was hilarious." he said smiling at the memory.
"Fine and dandy, but what kind of joke are you pulling on me." she asked.
"I would never pull a joke on you Morgan. I'm trying to ask you out on a date, we can go anywhere you want and I swear I won't pull any jokes on you." he said, his face was burning red and Morgan saw it.
"You want to take me out?" she asked him.
He nodded his head.
"You know everyone is going to laugh at us," she said.
"So, they already do - why should we care what they think?" he asked her.
"Okay, you can come over to my house and help me study," she said.
"Okay," he replied smiling.
They sat eating their sandwiches and when she pulled out her second one, he didn't say anything.
He reached in his paper bag and pulled out a cupcake in a baggy.
He offered it to her.
She took it, noticing her hands were twice as big as his, she pulled her hand back, tucking it between her legs. Why couldn't she have normal hands, why couldn't she just be normal?
* * * * *
They sat on the floor, their books spread out, her mother kept coming by the living room to look in. Her daughter had spent all afternoon trying on different combinations of clothes, she had pulled her hair back into a pony tail.
She had settled on a blouse and khaki shorts, she was barefooted. She knew it was for the boy sitting there gazing at her daughter with his big brown eyes. Her mother had a huge smile on her face. She knew the look of a boy in love, his shy glances and nervous smile. She had bought in snacks and drinks, he was very polite and so nice. She hoped her daughter didn't throw up her defensive walls for this boy. He seemed sincere.
"Here, see this angle isn't longer, it's shorter so you need to use a different triangulation," he told her moving closer to her so his shoulder pressed into her arm, he was pointing with his pencil.
Morgan wasn't paying attention. She was glancing at him. She wanted to trust him but it was so hard. If she did and he hurt her, she would be devastated.
His hand touched hers, he pulled her pencil from her fingers, setting it aside.
Morgan tried to hide her hand again.
He held her wrist and turned her hand over, he placed his palm to hers.
"Big, huh," she said embarrassed.
"No, your hand is perfect," he said caressing her fingers, he used his fingers on hers, he picked her hand up and entwined his fingers with hers.
"See, perfect," he said looking into her face.
She was breathing hard, he was right, it didn't matter.
