Suddenly, your clothes start to feel baggier; you’re shrinking! You try to run, but you trip over your skirt and fall to the ground. You’re shrinking so fast now, that before you know it, you find yourself inside your dress.
As you fumble about trying to find a way out of your pink, silky prison, you smear your bleeding finger on the dress, staining it with your blood, which contains some residue of the enchantment, still.