Eventually the crackling and sparking in the trash can next to her seat started to rouse sierra from her cat nap, drowsily looking down she noticed she was no longer touching the floor as her legs swung a few inches from the floor she shuffled forwards along the seat also noticing her shirt was bunching around her waist her bleary eyes starting to focus as she noticed her clothes were starting to get bigger.
She tugged at the shirt but was even more shocked to find it had even more leeway than she had realised and seemed to stretch away from her like it was melting this was the point when she noticed the pink smoke rising from her trash can...