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Maisie was once a very average girl, with above average height. Unfortunately for her, *above average* wasn't enough for her to make varsity volleyball. It wasn't training that she was missing, Maisie would visit the court every single day. She just needed to find a way to get taller. Her JV teammates towered over her. To make matters worse, some of them complained about being in the sport because of height alone. It was terribly unfair. To level the playing field, Maisie tried hanging upside-down, sleeping more, and drinking milk, but nothing would work. She was still *above average* Then she found it. A mysterious stretching rack in an abandoned building in her town. She called her friend.

"You're not seriously going to that place?" Mia asked.

"You just gotta turn it a few cranks until I'm a few inches taller," she replied.

Mia thought for a second. "Okay, but lets be quick."

With Mia by her side, the two girls found the abandoned building. An old oddity store of sorts. They climbed through a fence and peeked around. Then, they found it. The stretching rack. It was much taller than they expected, reaching all the way to the lofted ceiling. And the wrist bar was dangling at least 12 feet from the ground. The crank was old and rusted, and the ankle clasps were difficult to undo. However, the rest of the machine was strangely robust. If they didn't know any better, the ropes tied to the bars could be mistaken for cruise ship tethers. Mia grabbed onto the crank and rotated it once. The second she let go, it slipped back into its resting position.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mia asked again.

"Yeah, just bring that wrist bar down before anyone finds us." Maisie replied, locking her feet in place.

Mia shrugged and pulled at the crank. A lot. It took a few minutes, but eventually the wrist bar was low enough for Maisie to reach. She locked her wrists into the bar. As Mia turned the crank back, Maisie could feel the machine tugging on her body. "I can already feel it working!" She exclaimed. Mia was surprised to see that Maisie actually did look... taller. It was a miracle. As the machine labored away, it continued to pull at Maisie. 5'7... 5'8.... , she thought to herself.

"We should stop now." suggested Mia.

"Are you crazy? Look how fast its working! Just another inch or two please. I want to surprise everyone when I walk through the doors tomorrow."

Mia obliged and turned the crank again. 5'9. Maisie was suddenly a tall girl, maybe she could take up modeling. 5'10, now she could pass as a volleyball player in physique alone. Pretty soon she co-- *CRACK* the loud noise echoed through the building. Looking behind her, Maisie noticed Mia on the ground. Mia looked up in terror. Then, Maisie noticed the broken crank in Mia's hands. Still, the machine continued to stretch her.
...

A few hours passed before the fire crew arrived. Mia led them through the building. Another tedious case of a girl stuck in some machine, they thought to themselves. Then they saw Maisie, the tallest woman they've ever seen, locked onto some antique torture device. The tallest of them stepped forward. He looked down and saw Maisies feet clamped firmly to the floor. Then he looked up and saw her arms reaching way above himself. The firefighters froze in shock. Once the surprise wore off, they rushed back for a stretcher and some axes. Taking the poor girl down was a difficult task, as her wrists were now 10 feet off the ground, and higher than any of the men could reach. However, with enough hacking at the ropes and with the use of a few small ladders, the girl was finally freed. Maisie dropped down and rubbed her aching joints. Then, she looked around.
"How tall are you?" She asked one of them.
"Uh about 6'2." He replied.
Maisie held up her hand to measure the man against her chest, then did some math in her head. 7'6.

The next day, the entire school was surprised to see Maisie duck way down through the front door and stand up far above the students and their lockers. She was definitely making varsity, now.

Description
Maisie was once a very average girl, with above average height. Unfortunately for her, *above average* wasn't enough for her to make varsity volleyball. It wasn't training that she was missing, Maisie would visit the court every single day. She just needed to find a way to get taller. Her JV teammates towered over her. To make matters worse, some of them complained about being in the sport because of height alone. It was terribly unfair. To level the playing field, Maisie tried hanging upside-down, sleeping more, and drinking milk, but nothing would work. She was still *above average* Then she found it. A mysterious stretching rack in an abandoned building in her town. She called her friend.

"You're not seriously going to that place?" Mia asked.

"You just gotta turn it a few cranks until I'm a few inches taller," she replied.

Mia thought for a second. "Okay, but lets be quick."

With Mia by her side, the two girls found the abandoned building. An old oddity store of sorts. They climbed through a fence and peeked around. Then, they found it. The stretching rack. It was much taller than they expected, reaching all the way to the lofted ceiling. And the wrist bar was dangling at least 12 feet from the ground. The crank was old and rusted, and the ankle clasps were difficult to undo. However, the rest of the machine was strangely robust. If they didn't know any better, the ropes tied to the bars could be mistaken for cruise ship tethers. Mia grabbed onto the crank and rotated it once. The second she let go, it slipped back into its resting position.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mia asked again.

"Yeah, just bring that wrist bar down before anyone finds us." Maisie replied, locking her feet in place.

Mia shrugged and pulled at the crank. A lot. It took a few minutes, but eventually the wrist bar was low enough for Maisie to reach. She locked her wrists into the bar. As Mia turned the crank back, Maisie could feel the machine tugging on her body. "I can already feel it working!" She exclaimed. Mia was surprised to see that Maisie actually did look... taller. It was a miracle. As the machine labored away, it continued to pull at Maisie. 5'7... 5'8.... , she thought to herself.

"We should stop now." suggested Mia.

"Are you crazy? Look how fast its working! Just another inch or two please. I want to surprise everyone when I walk through the doors tomorrow."

Mia obliged and turned the crank again. 5'9. Maisie was suddenly a tall girl, maybe she could take up modeling. 5'10, now she could pass as a volleyball player in physique alone. Pretty soon she co-- *CRACK* the loud noise echoed through the building. Looking behind her, Maisie noticed Mia on the ground. Mia looked up in terror. Then, Maisie noticed the broken crank in Mia's hands. Still, the machine continued to stretch her.
...

A few hours passed before the fire crew arrived. Mia led them through the building. Another tedious case of a girl stuck in some machine, they thought to themselves. Then they saw Maisie, the tallest woman they've ever seen, locked onto some antique torture device. The tallest of them stepped forward. He looked down and saw Maisies feet clamped firmly to the floor. Then he looked up and saw her arms reaching way above himself. The firefighters froze in shock. Once the surprise wore off, they rushed back for a stretcher and some axes. Taking the poor girl down was a difficult task, as her wrists were now 10 feet off the ground, and higher than any of the men could reach. However, with enough hacking at the ropes and with the use of a few small ladders, the girl was finally freed. Maisie dropped down and rubbed her aching joints. Then, she looked around.
"How tall are you?" She asked one of them.
"Uh about 6'2." He replied.
Maisie held up her hand to measure the man against her chest, then did some math in her head. 7'6.

The next day, the entire school was surprised to see Maisie duck way down through the front door and stand up far above the students and their lockers. She was definitely making varsity, now.