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The Waiting Room — Description

I first noticed it with my clothes. The shirts that always fit me perfectly suddenly hung loosely from my shoulders, and even my shoes seemed to be too big. At first, I thought it was just my imagination or maybe I had lost some weight. But one morning, when I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, reality hit me hard: I was no longer 1.73 meters tall as I used to be but only 1.66 meters. Shocked and confused, I searched the internet for my symptoms and came across the mysterious disease called Morbus Sizing.

The next step was clear: I needed to see a doctor. So I made an appointment and soon found myself in the waiting room of my doctor's office. The waiting room was empty, except for me and the receptionist at the front desk. I felt uncomfortable and nervous as I waited for my name to be called. My gaze constantly wandered to the door, and I could feel the tension in my body.

Suddenly, a woman entered, immediately capturing my attention. She was in her early 20s and incredibly tall. Her endless legs carried her in enormous strides to the reception desk. It was as if the entire office froze for a moment, and she was the only one who existed. Her head hovered far above the reception desk, and I couldn't help but stare at her.

I listened as she talked to the receptionist. Her deep, clear voice echoed through the room, and although I didn't understand everything, I heard that she was here for her fourth hormone treatment. She complained that she was still growing despite the treatment and was now an astonishing 2.30 meters tall. The kicker came when she mentioned that before the disease, she had been exactly my current height: 1.66 meters. A shiver ran down my spine.

Then the receptionist called my name. With shaky legs, I walked to the front desk, and the tall woman stepped aside. Standing next to her, I realized how small I truly was. My head didn't even reach her elbow. The reality of the situation hit me like a punch in the face.

I gave the receptionist the last necessary details and was then sent to the examination room. As I walked by, I noticed that her buttocks were at my chest level. It was a humiliating experience that deeply shook me. I couldn't stop thinking about the woman and her words as I sat down in the examination room and waited for the doctor.

This encounter in the waiting room had given me my first impressive glimpse into the frightening effects of Morbus Sizing. And as I sat there, I knew my life would never be the same again.