You're a little kid with wings who's been reduced to a size smaller than most mice. You're not about to give up on beating this curse yet. Mustering all the strength you have, which isn't much at your current size you rip and pull, and despite and miraculously somehow manage to tear a tiny strip of cloth off your makeshift loincloth.
You hesitate for a moment, not sure what's going to happen, but you decide it can't get much worse, and you wrap the scrap of cloth around your waist making another loincloth for yourself.
When your body starts to glow, you wish you could say you were surprised.
And, this time the sensation is eerily familiar once more. The room, the objects, and even your tiny tiny loincloth all start to become larger and larger until you're sinking into yet another outfit you've made. This time though, things really start to get freaking.
What had been a soft carpet beneath your bare feed in the gift shop was starting to look a lot different, and each strand of the carpet was starting to resemble a tree. You manage to grab on to a strand for dear life and hang off the side as your body shrinks to a teeny tine size. Thankfully, your grip is tight enough to keep you from falling off the one strand of carpet and down into the whole forest of carpet strands, but you can't really see where you are from here either. You're only about halfway up. If you were tiny before you were almost microscopic now!
If you were to place a guess, you'd probably put yourself at a little bit smaller than a flea.
Trying to get dressed again was a mistake. Now you're still naked, and tinier than ever, but at least you have those wings.
But hey at this point you have no real reason to be embarrassed about your nudity, not like anyone is gonna see you as anything other than a tiny little winged dot if they can see you at all.