It was four days later when Kellie stood by her grandpa’s grave as his casket was lowered into it.  There were a lot of tears flowing from all the family, including Kellie.  Through the ceremony, she gently touched the bracelet, which she still hadn’t activated yet.  It gave her comfort to recall his final gift to her.  She only regretted that, to use it as he wished, she had to keep it a secret, at least for now.

The next day, Kellie made her way down to a secluded spot by the river.  In the area where she lived, there was a steep drop-off, so getting down to the river itself was a challenge.  She stood at the top.

Kellie took a deep breath.  She had read the bracelet’s instructions, and knew that, once she activated it, it would be linked to her body.  The controls would work on her even when she wasn’t wearing it unless she turned it off.  The on-off switch actually was an innovation for the controls; her grandpa’s belt was always on until he took it apart at the end of his career.  That was how he’d gotten in trouble when the controls got stuck and nearly shrank into nothingness.

Kellie shuddered.  If that had happened, she would never have been born.

She put the thought out of her head.  With another deep breath, she turned on the bracelet and hit the up button.

Kellie gasped.  From her perspective, the world began to shrink rapidly.  She knew that meant the bracelet was working; the was growing into a giantess.

Kellie released the button, and the growth stopped.  Gauging herself by the trees, she  realized that she was between 25 and 30 feet tall.  All of her proportions appeared to be the same, but they were all expanded.

Curious, she stepped down to stand by the river.  With legs five to six times as long as they had been before, it was relatively easy.  The bank top was only about halfway up her thighs now.

Eyes wide, Kellie giggled.  The bracelet really worked!  She had superpowers!

Kellie waded into the river.  It was when the water came up to her boobs, she hit the up button again.  The water splashed loudly as she rose and widened and displaced an increasing amount of it.  She finally released the button when the water was only ankle deep to her.

Kellie had to bend over to see what her foot situation was.  Her two feet went completely across the river, placed side by side.  The banks were only slightly higher than the river itself to her, and she could see well above the trees.

Then she gasped as Kellie realized she could see the nearby neighborhoods.  It was broad daylight, and if she could see them, they could see her.

Instinctively, trying to protect her secret, Kellie hit the down button and began to shrink.  She was soon down to about 50 feet, low enough to not be visible at a distance over the tree line.

Kellie stepped to the bank nearest where she’d entered.  Then she hit the down button again.  She’d clearly been skyscraper-sized a minute ago.  Now she needed to know how small she could get; she needed to know what she could do in case her life depended on it.

The beach was more mud and rocks than sand.  As she watched, Kellie saw pebbles become rocks, then boulders, then the only one she could still see became a mountain, and kept on growing.

Releasing the button, Kellie gazed up.  Considering the mountainous pebble she was beside, she realized that she was either microscopic to a normal human or no bigger than a spec, barely noticeable if someone looked, and probably not identifiable as a person, let alone a teenage girl.

Then Kellie smelled an awful smell.  She looked atop the mountain and saw an ant, hundreds of times her size.  She was smelling the chemicals it was emitting as a trail, and it was heading for her.

Not wishing to become ant food, Kellie hit the up button.  She watched this time for something she’d let pass on the way down, a series of lights as she approached her normal size.  By timing the release with the lights, she was able to stop at her original height.

Kellie put her hands over her mouth.  It had worked.  It had actually worked!

A tear ran down Kellie’s cheek.  “Thank you, Grandpa,” she whispered.  “I’ll work to make you proud.”

Kellie was already thinking about a costume.  Grandpa had worn the safari jacket as his uniform because the pockets allowed him to stash tools for use in action; only with his powers, he’d never actually used any of the tools.  She decided a simpler suit was in order, at least at first.

Leather could function as armor, Kellie knew.  She shuddered at the thought of wearing the kinds of leather she’d seen for women in pictures; she was a “nice” girl, not the dominatrix type.  Then again, that contrast might help hide her identity, and she would need a mask as well as a costume.

It was the following weekend when Kellie went downtown.  Using the bracelet, she made herself well over six feet tall and walked into a particularly kinky looking shop she’d found online.

Inside the shop, it was dark, and the items for sale were darker.  But they had what Kellie needed and she could made some hip boots and a bustier off the rack work on her slim, fit frame.  She bought them and a mask, and made sure the bustier had a buckle that looked like the letter “E” when it was closed.

She passed on the offers of whips and chains, but Kellie thought about the handcuffs.  Still, they’d be hard to work with when she was a different size than normal.  Her clothes, including this gear, would change with her, but not the cuffs.  She declined them, too.

Kellie knew she’d probably have two costumes.  One would be a simple set of tights she’s gotten, which she’d had embroidered with a cursive letter E over the heart, and simple mask she could conceal on her person.  That would be her quick-change outfit.  For patrols and situations where she knew she’d need armor, she’d wear the leathers.

Kellie wore the leather outfit as she paid for it.  She stepped out the door, mask on, and hit the up button on the bracelet, climbing to 50 feet tall.  Then she strutted out on her first patrol.

It was only minutes before Kellie heard sirens.  They sounded funny to her because they were so high-pitched and faint now.  She followed the sound and found a police chase going on, with the fleeing vehicle moving at high speed.

Kellie stepped in front of the fleeing car and quadrupled her height, hoping to block the car.  But she’d forgotten to take the boots’ spike heels into account.  While the dimension-warping science of the bracelet made them strong enough to support her weight, they were so tall the car drove through them as if going under a bridge.

Muttering an expletive, Kellie bent over in the direction the car was driving in and picked it up.  She hled it up to her face and whispered, “Now, now, little boys.  You’ve been bad.  It’s time to take your punishment.”

Kellie used a fingernail to pop the tires on the tiny car, then placed it by the police cars.  She reduced herself to about 15 feet tall, saying as she shrank, “Here you go, officers.  What’s they do, anyway?”

Most of the policemen just stared, stunned by the combination of the amazing things they’d just seen and the sexy giantess they were confronted with, wearing an outfit out of some men’s fantasies.  One cop found his voice enough to say, “They … they robbed the bank over on Third Street.”

Kellie looked over and saw officers cuffing the robbers.  “Well, you’ve got them now,” Kellie said.  “Glad to be of help.”

“Thanks, Miss … Uh, what do we call you?” the officer asked.

By now media vehicles were arriving.  Their camera people were trying to get shots of both the captured robbers and Kellie.

Kellie smiled at the officer.  “The name’s Elevator Girl,” she said.  “After my mentor, from the Super 6.”  She hit the up button, being careful not to crush anyone or anything.  “Gotta go!  See ya!”

Taking block-long steps, Kellie was soon at a point where she could shrink out of sight.  She took herself down to a foot tall for a few minutes to hide, then realized she’d have to go get her street clothes from the shop where’d bought this get-up before she went home.  Otherwise, this outfit would leave her with some explaining to do.  Shanking her head at her rookie mistake, she grew to the height she’d been at the shp and went to get her clothes.

As she walked and men ogled, Kellie chuckled.  Elevator Girl’s career had begun, and her first mission was a success.