giantess · size difference · slow growth · high school · bullying · anxiety · transformation · isolation · teen · supernatural
The early sun stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted schoolyard as you edge through the gate, hoping to vanish into the morning quiet. Your footsteps tap against the pavement, each one a silent timer. Then the laughter you’ve come to fear echoes out—Vera and her crew have spotted you from the bleachers. She cocks her head, a knowing smirk already curling her lips. "Well, well," she calls, stepping closer, her voice carrying across the empty space. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence."