Chapter Nine
As time went on, my feelings for Tahlia underwent an unfamiliar shift. By the time I was fourteen, she had become a miniature woman. It was strange to see her transform from the slender girl I knew. The more aware I became of her femininity, the more awkward I was in her presence. While I admired her new curves, I was also uncomfortable around them. I did not voice my thoughts, but they soon turned jealous and possessive.
In the meantime, my body had gone through a growth spurt of its own. My wrists and ankles were constantly peeking out of my clothes, no matter how long the sleeves and leggings were made. If not for my constant training in acrobatics and martial arts, I would have felt hopelessly clumsy. To my frustration, my voice often cracked and warbled between a child’
