Tricia thought about growing longer hair...much longer. Her chestnut hair hung just past her shoulders, and had never been longer than mid-back at any time in her life.
She set the remote to grow her hair out at an impossibly fast rate, and then zapped herself again. For a brief moment, she felt her scalp tingle as if an army of ants were marching across it. Then, there was nothing.
She hopped off the bed. Though her pants had an elastic waist, they still drooped down her thighs a bit. With hands that were now completely covered by her sleeves, she held the waist up with one hand and kept the remote in the other. She trotted over to the mirror to have a good look at her hair.
Her room was looking larger again. She guessed she had lost six or eight inches by now. Looking in the mirror, she could see her hair growing. It was difficult to see, but not impossible. She stared transfixed for several minutes as her shirt and pants became baggier, and her hair got longer.
When her pants became ridiculously big, she let them drop and tossed them aside. Her shirt was long enough now to hang to her knees. She laughed at the sight of her sleeves drooping far past the hands inside of them.
Her hair was passing her knees as well. She kicked off her socks and began trotting around the house in her robe-sized shirt, tossing her head and feeling her hair sway and slap against her.
Eventually she had reached two and a half feet, with hair that dragged on the floor behind her. She was having a crazy amount of fun. She picked her shirt hem off the floor like it was the skirt of a large dress. Her neck felt the subtle pull of her hair's weight and drag.
The shirt collar drooped over her shoulder, and she knew she had to get back to the remote and stop her shrinking. She skipped to the bedroom. During one particularly energetic skip, the collar of her shirt slipped off her other shoulder. The fabric got caught up in her legs and she tumbled onto the soft cotton folds. Completely naked and dizzied, Tricia slowly got back up. She was tangled in brown tresses. After taking the time to straighten the hair up, she realized she was approaching one foot in height. Any smaller, and she risked not being able to use the remote.
She dashed to the room, only a short way down the hall, but to her it was almost the distance of a city block. Her hair was four times her height and continuing to grow. The friction and weight of it all made running a serious struggle.
Finally, she made it back to the remote. She thanked her luck that she dropped it on the floor rather than putting it on the desk or bed. She stood directly in front of it to catch the beam, noticing that her height nearly matched the remote's length. She leaned over and slammed both her hands on the "Stop" button. It didn't depress. She put even more of her weight onto it, and it finally worked.
"Whew!" Trish plopped onto the soft, thick carpet. She looked up at her gigantic world and felt slightly dizzy. She gathered up some of her hair into a blanket and laid herself down. It was wonderfully soft. She stared up at the ceiling so high above and sighed in content.