Tricia began to build her outfit step by step. The first thing she gave herself was a set of black underwear with fine floral needlework. The bra hugged her small breasts tightly, and her panties felt soft and snug on her crotch. She marveled at how perfectly they fit her. The remote was an expert tailor.
She picked the next part of her outfit and zapped herself again. Fishnet stockings appeared on her legs, reaching all the way up her thighs. Cotton socks with dark purple and black stripes appeared next. These covered her calves and ended just below her knees.
She continued picking clothes and firing the remote at herself. A long-sleeved fishnet shirt appeared on her torso, followed by a dark purple tank top with a white skull across the front. The tank top was short enough to show off her fishnetted midsection. Black and purple striped fingerless gloves formed on her arms, ending just before the elbows.
Next, she gave herself a black pleated skirt, held at the waist by a thick leather belt with a row of flat silver studs. It had a large silver padlock for a buckle and two chain loops draped off the belt on her right side. The skirt itself was quite short, exposing a generous amount of thigh.
She zapped her neck. A silver chain necklace with a metal pendant appeared. The pendant was coin-shaped and etched with a pentagram. She zapped her neck again. This time, she gained a leather collar with silver spikes. It was strapped so tightly to her neck, Tricia had slight trouble swallowing. She didn't pay it any mind. She peered closely at the mirror to read the inscription on the metal tag dangling from the collar. It was her name, engraved in elegant cursive. She smirked as a new thought popped into her head. She browsed through the accessories menu on the remote and found what she wanted. She selected it and zapped her collar. A black leash shot out from it, falling down her chest and dangling past the hem of her skirt.
It looked slightly ridiculous on her, but Tricia was enjoying taking the changes farther. Her next step was to give herself large black boots with five-foot-thick soles. They had three buckles going halfway up her calf. Their heavy-duty treads would make footfalls on even the gentlest carpet resound in clear thuds.
After examining her new clothes in the mirror, Tricia decided to make a few more cosmetic changes to complete the look. She grew her fingernails out a half-inch and colored them a rich violet. Her attention moved to her face as she gave herself three silver studs in each ear and two rings above her left eyebrow. Another ring appeared between her two nostrils. She changed her green eyes to a radiant shade of violet, making it look like she was wearing contacts. To add to the effect, she thickened her eyelashes considerably and gave herself black eye shadow. Finally, she thinned her lips and turned them dark purple.
The hair was next. She spent some time working out just the right look for it. It was a little harder to use the remote with her longer nails, but eventually she had something she was satisfied with. She zapped her reflection one last time.
Her brown hair darkened to an oily black and began to shorten up. It became only a few inches long, with the hair in the back barely covering her neck. In front, the hair shortened on her left side while staying long on the right, covering her eye and much of that side of her face. The tips of her hair changed to violet. Her hair had a slightly messy appearance overall. The locks at her cowlick stuck up a bit, and the trim was sort of spiky around the edges.
Tricia's purple lips curled upward. She looked like the perfect social outcast. The hair, fishnets and leash set off the look nicely.
"Now, the question is," she asked herself, "Where to go, and what to do?"