Dick on Jane - Improbable Futures
Janus Hemming was an average girl with a very unaverage name when she started high school. She was mousy with straight blonde hair and glasses, short for her age, barely an A cup, with no distinguishing features. The most unique thing about her was her name, but because it was so unusual she told people to call her "Jane" instead. She was a natural wallflower and tried to blend into the background as much as possible.
This tendency to hide herself was despite, and in part because of, her parents' attempts to make her feel 'special.' They were both overachievers themselves and insisted she could "do anything she wanted." What they didn't seem to understand was that the constant pressure made her want to be left alone.
It was difficult to be raised by exceptional people, especially when their busy achievements left them little time to spend with their own daughter - Jane was mostly raised by nannies until she was sent to an all girls private school. Both of her parents were geneticists who specialized in stem cells and gestational biology. They had pioneered numerous new techniques that made it easier to impregnate couples with difficulties, and to some extent make "designer babies" for the rich, which made them quite wealthy as well.
All of that would have created pressure, but they were made more famous by the fact that they had met in college and their successes made them a power couple in certain circles by virtue of the fact that they were both women. Jane had two genius mothers, and sometimes she resented not only their brains, success and power, but the fact that they were both beautiful. She looked like the ugly duckling in family pictures.
At seventeen she still didn't need a bra and was the smallest student in her class. She had only just started having her period recently and was very hopeful that maybe breasts would come with it, but so far she was still a "late bloomer" according to the people she would ask.
However, after she hit her eighteenth birthday, in the spring of her senior year, she started having tremendous hunger pains and an increased appetite, She had extra helpings at every meal for the first time in her life, and got snacks from the tuck shop to keep in her room.
"You're insatiable!" her room-mate Amy giggled one day as Jane finished off a bag of potato chips.
Jane shrugged and crumpled up the bag, throwing it in the garbage can. "What can I say? I've been soooo hungry lately."
Amy smiled. "You're just usually so polite and dainty. You're acting like a teenage boy for food lately."
"Gross!" Jane laughed, throwing her pillow at her friend.
Amy caught it and stuck her tongue out. She was still taller and stronger than her friend, something Jane found intolerable. Jane envied the other girl. Amy was slender, elegantly so, with long legs and a pert ass. Her breasts weren't very big but they were certainly larger than Jane's bumps, and suited her graceful frame. Amy was a blonde also, but her hair was more the colour of warm honey. Jane often wished she could be like Amy - beautiful, friendly, popular.
However, Jane was a misfit outside their dorm room. She was too shy to talk to most people on good days, and hid from them on bad ones. She had been bullied often, and was only friends with Amy because they had shared a room since the beginning.
That night Jane woke up moaning.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, it hurtttts!"
Amy clicked on a light and groggily sat up in bed.
"What's wrong?"
Jane was wriggling on the bed, kicking her legs. "Everything HURTS!"
Amy got up, wearing a long t-shirt over boyshorts, and sat on the edge of Jane's bed, clambering up.
"I think you're having growing pains, I had them when I had my growth spurt when I was like twelve. My mom used to rub my legs."
Amy started to massage her friend's thighs and shins, making sure to work behind the knees and along the ankles. Soon Jane's pain subsided somewhat, enough that she could lie still. She looked up at her friend, who was being so gentle and kind.
"Thank you, Amy."
"Anytime, sweetie."
Amy kissed her cheek and Jane caught a whiff of her sweet, girlish scent. Then the taller girl went back to bed and turned off the light. She seemed to fall asleep not long after. Jane, however, had some trouble. She couldn't get the thought of her friend's gentle hands on her legs out of her head, and even the kiss made her tingle warmly.
***
About a week later Jane was standing in front of her closet-door mirror, pulling at her blouse. It seemed to have shrunk, the hem stopped just below her navel so that she was showing skin. This frustrated the deeply shy girl.
"I can't go to class like this! All my shirts have shrunk!"
Amy sauntered over from her side of the room, already in uniform - skirt, high socks, vest and blouse. She raised an eyebrow.
"Jane, you're taller."
"What?" Jane asked, turning to look at her friend.
Amy laughed. She stood against her friend so they were both in the mirror. Jane, as the shortest girl in class, had formerly been about the height of Amy's bosom, as Amy was one of the taller girls. Now Jane was up to her chin.
"Wow!" Jane said, her eyes widening. "That happened fast!"
"Looks like my little girl is growing up," Amy teased, kissing the top of Jane's head. She wandered back over to her side of the room to pack things for class.
Jane blushed to herself.
"Well, what am I going to do about my clothes?"
Amy shrugged. "It's not that bad and you can go ask for new ones at break. They'll understand, people grow, silly."
"I don't want to go like this, you know, showing skin!"
"Oh, Jane, it's not like anyone will hardly notice."
Jane glowered but went to class. At lunch she still had a prodigious appetite, and she arranged with the office for new tops. Inwardly she was a bit pleased that she was finally catching up.
