The style of Beth's gown had changed. It had a tighter bodice and a narrow skirt slit up the side, almost all the way to her waist. "Hey, that's great that she knew modern fashion," Beth said to herself -- it now looked like she was wearing a sexy prom dress. She picked up her school bag from beside the pond and started to whistle a bit as she walked home, more excited about her beautiful new self than worried about what her mother would think.
When she got about halfway home, she stumbled briefly. A look downward revealed that her dress had changed yet again: the skirt was now only knee-length, and a triangle cut-out in the midriff area revealed her navel and newly-flattened stomach. The reason for the stumble, though, seemed to be that her "glass slippers" were now clear acrylic sandals, with a heel of about 4 inches, and she wasn't particularly used to walking in shoes like that.
She concentrated on every step, and found that the more she walked, the better she could handle the high heels, although something was odd about her center of gravity. Once she made it to the front stoop of her house, she allowed herself another look down, and it was immediately clear that her breasts were several cup sizes larger than they were right after Patience had transformed her. That was because the top of her dress had changed yet again; it was now a tight halter top, revealing plenty of cleavage.
She fumbled with the keys -- her fingernails now extended about a quarter of an inch past her fingertips -- but finally got the door open and went inside. She tried to make a beeline for her bedroom, but stumbled at the top of the stairs, catching herself on the bannister. A quick examination showed that her shoes had changed yet again, gaining a platform that must have been 6 inches high.
Confused about why things would still be changing, she made it into her room and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her bed intending to take the shoes off, but was surprised to sit on her hair. She could have sworn it was only waist-length, but upon standing back up, she found that it fell long and straight to the back of her knees.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror that was attached to her closet door, and was stunned. She barely recognized her face, which had indeed been made as beautiful as she had hoped. With the skimpy outfit -- the skirt had shortened yet again at some point and was now just a white miniskirt -- it was easy to tell that she had the well-developed hourglass figure she'd always wanted, and the long, shapely legs that looked absolutely stunning now that she was being forced onto tiptoes by her shoes. The only problem was the breasts, which almost looked like a pair of honeydew melons attached to her chest.