You turn the water on to the shower, and carefully step inside, finding it very hard to balance on tile in heels. The water cascades all over your hat, your outfit, and your face. You quickly grab a face cloth and some soap, and start scrubbing your face hard in the water. Looking in the mirror, you see the same immaculate makeover staring back at you. You try again, scrubbing for several minutes straight, but the water and soap has no effect on your face at all. You pull and yank at the huge hat, but the water hasn’t softened the glue either. Punching the wall in defeat, you leave the shower and stare at the mirror again, your whole outfit is soaking wet and dripping all over the floor.
Suddenly, your outfit begins to feel tight. VERY tight. The hat squeezes your head, and the collar pushes against your neck and chin. Of course, you try to pry yourself free, but everything is on even tighter than before. Then the outfit does something amazing - it soaks up the water it’s been drenched in, and sucks it into itself, and is suddenly dry again. Your heavily made up eyes are wide in shock as the fluffy boots you’re wearing do the same to the floor, pulling all of the water into themselves until the whole room is dry.
Before you can react to anything, the outfit loosens its back to a comfortably unremovable gasp, and every bit of fur ripples, fluffs, and shakes itself up larger than it had been before. Your heels slowly raise themselves an inch, the fur on the boots becomes thicker, and the hat’s ridiculous size increases even more. Twice as much hair is now swishing out from under your fluffy hat, the pom poms swell in size, and you scream as the big fake breasts plump themselves up underneath the dress.
Your crinolines swish around as they become more voluminous, and the fur trim of your skirt flounces as it gains mass from its watery meal.
You stare at the mirror in horror. You didn’t think things could get worse, but they definitely have. The outfit is even fluffier than it had been moments ago, you almost look like a caricature of your previous self. You turn from the mirror and teeter out of the bathroom, your stomach sick with the soft heavy sensations your ensemble is returning to you. The hat and collar have gotten big enough to fluff their thick fur around your face enough to give you tunnel vision; everywhere you look has a sparkling fluffy pink frame to it.
Panic overtakes you, and you decide to...
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