Tricia began to build her outfit step by step. The first thing she gave herself was a set of black underwear with fine floral needlework. The bra hugged her small breasts tightly, and her panties felt soft and snug on her crotch. She marveled at how perfectly they fit her. The remote was an expert tailor.
She picked the next part of her outfit and zapped herself again. Her plain white socks began to crawl up her legs, the fabric turned silky while still remaining opaque and white as snow. Slowly they rose up, climbing to the level of her crotch. The two ends met and merged together, rising above her hips to form a pair of tights.
Fiddling with the remote again, she chose what was to be her main piece of clothing. After another flash from the remote, her t-shirt and sweatpants began to darken, and the latter began to recede up Tricia's legs.
She continued picking clothes and fired the remote at herself. Lacy black fingerless gloves formed on her hands, ending just after her wrists.
She looked back towards her torso. Her clothes had fully darkened to black. As she watched, the bottom of the t-shirt and the top of the sweat pants merged together. The black one-piece seemed to shudder for a moment before a new wave of change washed out over it. The waistline cinched in, showing off her thinner center. The legs of the sweatpants had stopped receding just above her knees, now they flared outwards and merged together and formed a skirt. The ruffled black hem soon rose outward as a lacy lavender petticoat formed beneath the dress, it's frilled edge just poked out from beneath the skirt. Her short sleeves soon puffed up around her shoulders, their cuffs secured snugly to her upper biceps by a band of lavender lace. The neckline of the dress dipped and widened out, baring her upper chest and collarbones. Various bows, lace, and ruffles materialized around the dress, with a large lavender bow prominently sitting below the collar of the dress, in front of her bust.
Tricia zapped her neck. She gained a lacy black choker with a large oval-shaped ivory pendant. It was strapped so snugly to her neck, Tricia had slight trouble swallowing. She didn't pay it any mind. She peered closely at the mirror, trying to get a better look at the pendant. In the center was an engraving of an inverted lavender star. She smirked at the sight of it.
Tricia was enjoying taking the changes farther. Her next step was to zap her tiny feet. From beneath her silk-encased soles, a black substance came bubbling out. Slowly, it wrapped around her feet. The feeling was pleasurable, if a little ticklish, Tricia had to fight to keep back a giggle as the material turned to leather, quickly forming a pair of flats. To finish it off, several black straps snaked their way out of the edges of the shoes, two wrapped themselves snugly across the tops of her feet in an X pattern and one wrapped each ankle, latching itself closed with a small silver buckle.
After examining her new clothes in the mirror, Tricia decided to make a few more cosmetic changes to complete the look. She colored her fingernails a rich lavender. Her attention moved to her face as she gave herself two silver rings in the cartilage of each ear and two amethyst pendant earrings. Another silver ring appeared between her two nostrils. She changed her green eyes to a soft shade of lavender, making it look like she was wearing contacts. To add to the effect, she thickened her eyelashes considerably and gave herself dark eye shadow. Finally, she plumped her lips and turned them black.
The hair was next. She spent some time working out just the right look for it. It was a little hard to settle on just one look, but eventually she chose something simple. She zapped her reflection one last time.
Her brown hair darkened to a shiny black and began to lengthen. It flowed down past her shoulders, stopping at around mid-back level. In front, her bangs shortened to form a straight line above her eyebrows. Her hair gained a considerable amount of volume and had a slightly wavy appearance overall. A black headband with a lavender bow appeared on her head, allowing her hair to frame her face nicely.
Tricia's dark lips curled upward. She looked like a nice social outcast. The hair, dress, and choker set off the look nicely.
"Now, the question is," she asked herself, "Where to go, and what to do?"