"I think we should go see some of the stuff I found while you were busy...cleaning yourself," said Mandy, raising a black eyebrow at you and your frilly appearance.
You blushed a little but said nothing, instead deciding now was a good time to be staring at your shoes.
Mandy followed her gaze, "On that note, I think we might actually clash a little bit if you're going to look all miss goody two shoes over there. Maybe a little balancing is in order Wren..."
You were about to look up to ask what she meant, but your eyes held on your shoes. A splotch of black had appeared on your left foot, and was quickly spreading across the surface of your Mary Janes. The material changed too, going from matte blue to shiny black patent leather. A similar splotch of black appeared on your right foot and in no time it matched the left.
Quizzically, you shot a quick glance at Mandy, who was grinning devilishly.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm not going to undo everything about your look, but a girl like me needs a proper girl to hang off her arm."
You felt a sliding sensation back around your feet, and quickly looked back down. Two more black straps had appeared on each Mary Jane while you looked away. The second straps sat lower, in the exposed area between the toes and the original straps, while the third ones emanated from the back of the shoe. These two final straps wound their way around your ankles, and a shiny black bow grew from the front of each. To round off the shoes, a thin scalloped white leather trim appeared around the front collar of the flats, giving some separating between the toes and your stockings.
No sooner had the thought of stockings crossed your mind before the white color of your own began to alter. The discoloration seeped out from the inside of your darker flats, a periwinkle blue overtaking the bright white fabric. The color rose and rose up your slimmer legs, leaving irregular white splotches behind. You had an inkling of what these might be for, and sure enough, as you examined the spots on one leg they gained definition and became various the white letters, numbers, and symbols of the Ouija board pattern on Mandy's shirt.
Once the periwinkle wave reached the top of your stockings, the ends shifted, losing the ribbons and ruffles before extending, sliding further up your feminine legs than before. You fought to suppress a giggle at the ticklish feeling of them reaching the top of your thighs. They didn't stop there though, but extended up over your new womanhood and around your rear, forming a very soft pair of tights.
Your petticoats seemed to stay the same, but the lace ringing the hem of your dress started darkening to black, a coloration which quickly started engulfing the rest of the piece, causing the extra ribbons to darken too. Much like your tights, some splotches of color were left behind, standing out brightly against the black fabric as they shifted in form and saturation. A pattern of pastel splotches of teal, pink, and yellow took final form all across the material in the shapes of stars, ice cream, crescent moons, candy, clouds, and cupcakes. They started out larger near the bottom of her dress but gradually grew smaller the higher on the outfit they sat.
The low squared neckline of the dress rises up to your neck before a white Peter Pan collar flump out from it, buttoning itself closed. From beneath the collar, the ruffling sound of fabric on fabric could be heard as white lace pushed itself out, accenting the collar nicely.
You felt simultaneous shifting in your puffy short sleeves and the white gloves on your hands. The gloves peeled themselves back from your hands, darkening as they did so, before starting to extend backwards up your arms. Your blue nail polish turns periwinkle to match your tights. Once your former gloves reach your elbows, the short sleeves of the dress shoot downwards to meet them, and the fabrics meet and merge, the pastel of the dress pattern sliding smoothly along them. The blue ribbons around your wrists turned to black bows, and black lace rimmed the cuffs of your now-long sleeves.
Figuring what was next, you turn towards the room's mirror. The white hairband and the blue bow turn black with white stitching on the edges. From beneath the band, color starts seeping into your blonde locks. A tri-part mixture of silver, teal, and pastel pink spin down the strands, giving the imagery of cotton candy. Your short bangs and the top half of your hair remain straight, but it quickly turns to messy curls the further down it hangs, reaching to around your navel.
You focus on your face, watching as your eyes quickly gain color, matching the alternating tones of your hair. The eyeliner and mascara surrounding them thickens, while a rosier pink blush appears on your soft cheeks. The whole look is capped off by a smattering of freckles sliding across the bridge of your nose.
You start to turn back to face Mandy, but feel a strange sensation on the skin of your right wrist, somewhere between an itch and a tickle. You roll the sleeve up slightly to see that "MANDY'S" has been tattooed on in the same Ouija font, a crescent moon sitting beneath the letters.
"Couldn't resist," said your girlfriend, stifling a giggle at the look you were giving her. She steps closer, still about half a foot taller than you, inspecting her work.
"Just one or two more touches I think," she says. Suddenly, you find yourself shrinking again. The world, and your gothy girlfriend growing larger around you as you sink lower and lower, while your clothes shift and shrink along with you. You lose four more inches, stopping at a very short 5'1". Next, you feel a tingling pressure in your breasts, and you moan softly in pleasure as they pressure outwards another cup size, leaving you with a hefty pair of Ds on your small frame.
She claps her hands together and exclaims "Perfect! Now lets get moving Wrennie, lots to see downstairs, just you wait!"
With that, the lavender-haired beauty grabs your dainty hand and pulls you towards the door.