"I like having a school uniform," you say to the woman. "But if you can make it more fitting for my new hair, that would be splendid."
She smiles. "For that, it'll only be twenty dollars." You fish out your book of vouchers and find a half-off coupon for this shop. You hand the woman ten dollars and the coupon.
She leads you inside the shop. You marvel at the rows and rows of gorgeous dresses and gowns. The sheer amount of lace and ribbon everywhere you turn makes you dizzy with delight.
"Over here, please," the woman beckons. You follow her to a pedestal with a large book on it. She flips through the pages. It's like a fashion catalog, but there are lots of runes and symbols along with regular text captions and images of beautiful dresses. She stops on a page with several types of uniforms, all more complex than what you're currently sporting.
She lays her hand on the page. "I think you'll find this one suitable my dark darling," she says pleasantly. Then she begins to wave her other hand in your direction while speaking strange words in a sing-song voice.
At first you're nervous about a spell being cast on you, but her singing puts you at ease. Your spirit feels almost transcendent as you listen to the enchantment. You feel your uniform shifting around you, moved and folded and altered by invisible hands. When the song reaches the final verse, the woman relaxed her arms and gazes at you in satisfaction.
"Why don't you have a look?" she says, gesturing to a nearby vanity mirror. You're too happy to oblige.
What you see takes your breath away. The basic elements of your uniform are still there, but improved tenfold.
Your blouse and skirt have merged into a single dress of a black color. Its collar has widened out and become more rounded, the edges reaching almost to the ends of your shoulders. A small line of frilly black lace accents the collar, and the center is held together by a white blow. The long black sleeves are puffy, leading down to pristine white cuffs at the wrists.
The bottom half of the dress has widened considerably. The smooth fabric travels down from your new collar only to be broken up by three layers of ruffles at the bottom, one of white between two black. From beneath of the dress you can feel the swaying of a white petticoat, its poofy layers lifting the dress's skirt outward, giving it a lot of body. The bottom hem of the dress sits higher than your skirt did, now several inches above the knees.
Your mary janes have remained black to match the dress, but now sport white bows of their own where the strap's buckles are. They have also grown a two inch flat platform. The now black stockings have grown large white frills which hang down from their hems, just below your knees.
You also notice you're wearing two silver earrings that gently dangle from your ears in the shape of a crescent moon. A small handbag made of the same black velvety material as your dress is hanging from your left hand. It's also trimmed with lace and has a large white bow.
The black color of the uniform offsets your lovely ebony hair perfectly, accenting its beauty and creating an aura of dark beauty.
You murmur in quiet delight. "It's quite acceptable." You turn to the woman and curtsy. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," she replies. "Always happy to see a satisfied customer. Do come again!" She shows you the way out and you wave to her as you begin to walk away, continuing your exploration of this magical mall.