You gasp in fright as a swirling pink mass creeps up your body. You twist and turn in a vain attempt to fight it back. It binds your legs close together, preventing any escape. The mass covers you completely from head to toe, and solidifies quickly into a full-body robe. It takes you only a second to recognize that it's a kimono, ankle-length, with the traditionally long sleeves that fall almost all the way to the ground. It's pink with white trim at the collar and a red obi sash, tied in the back by a large bow. It hugs your waist very snugly. Your breasts also feel more supported, and you suppose there is a bra, or bandages, or something securing them underneath. On your feet you're wearing white two-toed socks and wooden sandals.
You spin around to take in your new appearance. Your hair is dragging at least three feet on the ground, though its growth seems to have finally stopped. You wish you had something to tie it up with.
Knowing you can't just stand by the lake shore all day, you look for a direction to head, hoping you can find some kind of help.