To your surprise, you find yourself drawn to the inkcap mushrooms. Maybe it was due to your gothic ensemble, but with very little hesitation you reach out and grab the bunch of black and white fungi.
You exit the pantry and head back into the kitchen, snagging a glass bottle of water as you do. You slide a stool out from under the large island's bar top. Tossing the mushrooms on the counter, you hop up onto the seat, your white clad legs dangling as your Mary Janes fail to reach the kitchen floor.
You kick your dainty feet lightly as you undo the twine binding the mushrooms together. You pick one up and sniff it. It gives off a pungent, earthy smell. Slowly, you lower the cap to your lips and take a bite. The earthiness certainly remained, but the mushroom also had deep flavor with a hint of spice, almost like fennel.
"Mmmm" you found yourself saying before taking a few more bites. A certain sweetness, almost like toasted coconut, arises whenever your tongue meets one of the fuzzy white spots dotting the cap.
As you chew, a soft tingling envelops your tongue and mouth. It traveled down your throat and to your core before branching outwards, travelling along your limbs and spine. You close your eyes, and below your dainty feet are clenched tightly, fabric covered toes pressing and rubbing insistently against the insides of the Mary Janes.
The feelings died down after a few moments, and you swallowed the mouthful of mushroom. Your toes unclench, a few strands of tingling still playing about your arches and calves, and you open your eyes. A smile alights on your obsidian lips.
Not wanting to waste the rest of it, you eat the white stalk, murmuring softly in delight as a smaller wave of tingles rolls through you again.
"So much better than those apples" you mutter to yourself. You hop down from the stool, the rubber soles of your shoes thudding against the wooden floor of the kitchen. Despite only having had one mushroom, you feel energized, and your hunger satisfied.
You eye the mushrooms on the counter, idly twisting from side to side in a girly fashion as you ponder them. Should you eat some more? You don't feel particularly hungry anymore, but you don't know how long that will last if you spend today exploring the house or trying to chart maze again.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you feel and hear a rustling coming from your dress as you turn back and forth. You stop, looking down at your skirt and frowning. It appears to be expanding up and out slightly, and beneath the black fabric you can feel something shifting about your thighs. A petticoat appears to be growing, giving some volume back from what was lost from your previous dress.
The new garment stops expanding after a few moments, and you pause, enjoying the soft feeling of the fabric playing about your thighs and intimate parts. While the soft fabric may yet prove a distraction if it rubs up against you, you already feel less of a breeze against your needy slit than before.
Slightly parched from the food, you pop the stopper on the glass bottle and chug some of the water inside. It tastes as refreshing and cool as a mountain spring, and after a few minutes you relax as no changes seem forthcoming.
"This water appears to be normal, if delicious. Excellent!" You say to yourself as you reaffix the stopper. You set the bottle down next to the mushrooms. Looking at the mushrooms again, you decide to leave them there on the counter. While this transformation wasn't too drastic, you didn't want to tempt the house by eating more...not yet anyway.
You reach up and readjust your beret, which had shifted slightly when you hopped down. Your fingers idly brushed along a fuzzy white patch that had appeared on the fabric, a small tingle running through you as you do. You then smooth out your skirt, not noticing the other, similar white patches now dotted about the fabric.
Satisfied that your outfit is set, you head out of the kitchen and into the main hall, torn between exploring more of the giant house or going back out into the maze and garden.