"Jason...how many times do I have to tell you?" Eve reiterated as they waited at the bus stop, "You look really cute right now!"
Jason sighed out, rolling his eyes, feeling that everything he did somehow dug him deeper into the hole he was already in. When his eyes came back around, they were looking straight forward into the middle of her bare shoulders, exposed in the tight white dress she was wearing that showed off her new curves. With another jolt, Jason noticed that Eve's shoulders...and her biceps, triceps, and forearms, were actually looking pretty, well...muscular, and solid, but yet somehow still in that easy, alluring feminine way that made him feel increasingly desperate. Yes, he had weighed himself earlier that day, and was back up to 167. But, his eyes going over her body, Jason wondered whether Eve herself now weighed 160. She had gained some muscle, that was for sure...muscle and just voluptuous size in general.
"I don't wanna look cute," he sighed, instantly regretting his words as he heard how whiny they sounded. "I wanna look...I don't know..."
He had been about to say "masculine," but he knew that wouldn't have worked, since Eve would instantly translate that (correctly so) as him saying he felt emasculated by his dazzling 6'1 girlfriend, all dolled-up for the freshman dance in her tight, revealing dress, her shockingly hot blackish-purple lipstick and sharp nails, and, of course, her 6-inch stiletto heels that made her a full 11 inches taller than him. The 1-inch height pump from his loafers seemed like a pitiful joke at this point. As they had walked to the bus stop, holding hands, Jason's fears had been realized -- a lot of people had been staring at them, with a few guys openly snickering as they passed. Jason was sure that Eve had been aware of all this...and...and it almost seemed to make her stand up taller. That was it; that was why Jason was annoyed right now. It wasn't just that Eve was making him look like a little kid next to her -- it was that she was actually enjoying it.
"Well, that's too bad," Eve chuckled, reaching down and ruffling her boyfriend's hair with her hand, lovingly scratching his scalp in the process with her nails, "Because there's not really anything you can do about it. You're a cutie, and you're just gonna have to live with it."
It was amazing to Eve how much bigger her hands looked with those fake nails, and how much longer her fingers looked. Scratching Jason's head like this, it almost seemed like she could palm the entire top of her head. But maybe that was just some kind of optical illusion, since she was already towering above him by so much. It certainly was a lot to get used to, as their walk to the bus stop had shown. For one thing, it was a bit awkward walking in these huge heels, but she was already getting used to it -- in fact, now that she thought about it, it had been much easier walking to Jason's dorm, when she had been by herself, and free to stride at her own pace. But now, holding hands with Jason, it was actually much more difficult, since she had to consciously slow her pace down to allow him to keep up. Was her stride really that much longer than his!? Or was he purposefully dragging his feet...moping like he sometimes did.
Eve chuckled again and stopped scratching Jason's head, since it was clear that he wasn't really enjoying it. She felt an unwelcome stab of irritation and...what was it...disappointment? She was in a bright, buoyant, happy mood, eagerly looking forward to the dance, feeling sexy and dynamic in her dress and heels...it had been a bit of a gamble, since she had never really gotten herself this "done up" for an event, but she was thrilled with the result. For the first time in her life, she actually felt like she was manifesting her physical potential. She had never been one to strut around, showing herself off, but...what was wrong with doing that every once in a while? And anyway, it was a special occasion, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself a little bit? Eve wanted Jason to join her in this feeling, so that they could enjoy it together. He really did look adorable in his outfit, even if maybe he was a little..."underdressed" compared to her. But so what!? Plenty of guys at the dance were gonna be dressed like that, with loafers, khakis, and a tucked-in polo shirt -- it was a classic "college guy" look, after all! Nothing wrong with it! So why did Jason seem determined to stew and pout?
Deep down, Eve knew why. It was really very simple: she made Jason feel small, and he couldn't handle it. Being this much taller than him bruised his masculinity. As much as Eve wanted to avoid this truth, there was no getting around it. And it annoyed her. She had always been taller than Jason, even in high school. Her height hadn't been an issue then -- why, all of a sudden, was it an issue now!? So she was wearing heels...so what? They were clearly an artificial inflation of her height; no one would think that she actually towered over him that much...and anyway, the heels made her feel sexy! Why couldn't Jason just appreciate that? Why did he have to be such a bad sport about it?
All of this had been flashing through Eve's head while she chuckled and stopped ruffling Jason's hair. Her laugh had been more avoidant than anything else, since she didn't want to think about any of these things right now. She just wanted to be happy, and for Jason to be happy too! Was that really too much to ask!? For her boyfriend to quit this ridiculous charade and just accept that she was always going to be taller than him, and that she didn't care...that she wanted to be with HIM and no one else? This first month of freshman year had already been so transformative for her; she felt this exciting, energizing wave of momentum, catapulting her toward adulthood, and she just wanted Jason to join her on that wave. She knew it had been a bit of a difficult adjustment for him, but he had it in him to roll with the punches...she just knew he did.
"Hey so I bet you're looking forward to the slow dances, huh?" Eve quipped, as she decided to quit thinking about all this stuff and just enjoy the night out.
"Oh...yeah?" Jason asked, blinking and looking up at her searchingly. Eve just couldn't get over how dazed he looked...how out of his element. 'Geez,' she thought, 'Is he...actually intimidated by me right now!?'
"Yeah!" she laughed, again forcing the thought out of her head. She didn't want him to be intimidated; she wanted him to be confident! She straightened her back, standing up to her full 6'7, and stuck out her chest, her B-cups audibly straining her dress (which had comfortably accommodated her A-cups before). "Because you know that you'll be resting your chin on these big babies right here!"
Jason opened his mouth, and then cracked a grin as both he and Eve started laughing. Her self-deprecating humor had been just the salve for the tension between them.
