I live alone. My parents refused to leave the native place and made me a loner. Daily routine work from morning 8 to evening 7 was boring and also mec...anical. Let’s move on the story.I have never seen that lady before in our area in these 5 years. She is new and our first meet was a little bit of an embarrassment. But I guessed, she must be around 38 – 40 years of age and fair skin tone. Two days after that, I was rushing through the steps as it got late to work.I was knotting my tie and. The sweet-faced, sky-haired girl, six feet tall, well-developed but not finished by this world's standards, at first appeared to be totally unaffected. Within a half-second, a violet glow gradually faded into existence around her. A half-second later, she began to grow, calves and biceps and tits bulging outward, uniform magically stretching to match, height rocketing up, her waist the only thing shrinking. In another half-second she was as tall as Aki's seven feet. In another half second she. However, in theprocess, I nearly ran into Mrs. Feinstein."Child, I'm happy to see you as well, but you can't be charging out ofdoors like a lunatic. You'll give someone a terrible fright."Had this been any other old lady, or any other person for that matter, Iprobably would have told them off, but Mrs. Feinstein had a specialpower over me. I mumbled, "Sorry, Mrs. Feinstein."The old woman, dressed in what I assumed was funeral wear, a blackankle-length skirt and blouse that actually covered most. "John and I talked it over while you were gone. They will have seen too much. It's horrible, they can't possibly be ready, but we have to try to explain to them." Would it not be preferable to have an alternative explanation?" he asked."An alternative— Oh!" she exclaimed breathlessly as she saw his thinking."A regrettable equipment malfunction," he continued smoothly. "Never happen again, we will approach from a different direction in future, so terribly sorry, we apologize deeply." Will it.