"No, you're still you inside," Tricia confirmed as she continued to examine the remote. "But..." Her eyes drifted across Samantha's Gothic form and up to her face. "I think there's still some room for improvement."
"Improvement?" Sam's mouth fell open. "This isn't enough?!" Trish seemed to ignore her, as she was rapidly pushing more buttons on the remote. Her eyes were fixed to the LCD screen like a painter closely examining her work.
Sam could do nothing but watch with trepidation. She wanted to grab the remote out of Trish's hands, but she was afraid. One wrong button push and she might end up much worse off than she was now.
"Okay, are you ready?" Trish said at last, a wild look in her eyes.
"No!" Sam protested. She stamped a boot on the ground to punctuate the statement. "Hasn't this gone far enough? I'm a circus freak!"
"At least you're a fashionable freak," Trish smiled with little concern for Sam's feelings. "And with these new adjustments, you'll be even better."
Before Sam could say another word, the remote flashed at her again. She could feel her clothing shift. Her dress suddenly flared out by at least two feet in every direction, a hoop skirt having formed under the layers of fabric. The dress was now incredibly wide around the bottom. A thick line of fabric grew from her waist, forming a train for the dress that extended behind her at least a yard.
She felt her hair growing longer. Strangely enough, this didn't displace the had and flower that were affixed to it. They stayed put at the top of her head while her smooth, silky black hair grew farther and farther, finally stopping six inches above the ground. Of course, this meant the portion of it covering the right side of her face had also lengthened to match.
A black fishnet veil then appeared on her head. It was attached to a headband that ran across the top of her head and underneath the little hat. Instead of draping across her face, however, it went backwards, falling over her hair and down her back until it was just as long as the train of her dress. Similar netting also appeared in places around her dress, arranged decoratively to add even more flair to her severely fancy attire.
"So, what do you think?" Trish asked.
"I feel like a bride for devil worshipers," Sam grumbled. Her voice still came out sounding very sweet, despite her best efforts. "Anyway, isn't this a little gross to have parts of the dress falling on the ground? This alley isn't exactly the epitome of clean."
"I know, I just wanted to see what you'd look like with this dress taken to the extreme."
"So now that you've had your fun, can we get me out of this? I'm getting really hot."
"You don't know the half of it," Trish winked. "But I won't hear any talk about changing you further until we've taken a little stroll."
"You mean, in public?"
Trish nodded eagerly, as if Sam had just asked her if she liked candy.
"No way."
"Yes, way," Trish said, brandishing the remote. She gestured toward the street. "After you."