On second thought, you'd better not risk using one of those accessories. You're much more willing to deal with your very long hair at it is than suffer another potential change.
You enter the hallway once again, and you hear a deep rumble. It scares you at first, until you realize it's your own stomach. You haven't had anything to eat in almost a day since you started your walk that brought you here. You gulped at the prospect of eating food that was as magical as these rooms, or even worse, poisoned. But you had to eat.
Your platform boots clomped on the wide wooden staircase as you descended into the large entrance hall. Seeing the front doors again made you suddenly determined to leave this bizarre place before anything else happened to you. Once you were in the real world again you'd find something to eat. Maybe get makeup to cover your pale skin. Get a haircut. Wait until you grew to your original age again.
Just thinking about how much your life was changed now made your stomach sink even lower. Hunger combined with the depression brought on by these uncontrollable changes to your body made you feel violated and humiliated. You angrily thrust open the double-doors and squinted at the mid-day sunlight. You were getting out of here, no matter how young you were or how different you looked.
You marched forward off the patio and down the path. Your eyes still hadn't adjusted to the bright light yet, but you could see a tree line or something like it up ahead. All you had to do was take the path back the way you came and this house would be just a memory. A very hard to forget memory, but at least it wasn't going to screw around with you anymore.
Your vision finally dims, and the world comes back into focus. You stop in your tracks. Twenty feet in front of you is a large hedge wall. The path you're on leads to the only opening in the wall. You're positive this wasn't here yesterday. You look around, seeing the familiar garden where it was yesterday, but the maze next to it had expanded. Hedges now encircled the entire house.
"No," you groan. "No, this isn't possible." You walk quickly toward the hedge opening and find yourself in a narrow corridor that went left and right as far as the eye could see. You can make out openings along the walls leading deeper into the maze.
"THIS IS INSANE!" you shout loudly so that the house and its twisted magical forces can hear you. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
No answer comes. The house sits there, basking in the glow of the pure sunlight above. Birds chirp from within the maze and the statue garden. A fly buzzes above the hedge wall. But the house is silent. It almost seems to be mocking you. You feel as if it's staring at you from every dark window.
The pit in your stomach worsens, and you put a hand to it. Shouting wasn't going to do anything. You had to get some food before you completely lost it. Rather than taking your chances in the maze with the threat of starving to death, you head back to the house, defeated. You don't go in through the front door, however.
Houses like this usually had a separate entrance into the kitchen, probably in the back, and if there was you'd find food a lot faster than by searching inside. Then you think about the garden. It was possible there was fresh food growing there. As you circled the house you could see an apple tree near one wall of the hedge maze, surrounded by bushes that looked like they were growing raspberries or something similar. Would the garden's produce be less risky than whatever was inside that dreadful house?