I liked Halcy0n's drawing for Part 6 so much that I was inspired to take it even further. This is officially the final stage of the sequence.
There's a story for this part, too, after the break.
Rowena had no sooner finished her bottle of water than she felt her
thirst return. Her dress was like an oven in the hot summer sun, and her
increasingly heavy hair was acting like a blanket.
With every step of her eight-inch, high-heeled platform boots -- whose
ridiculousness went thankfully unseen beneath the massive frills
comprising the base of the dress -- her outfit grew. Its circumference
widened inch by inch while more layers of dark fabric appeared,
accompanied by bows and lace trim. Even the parasol gained additional
features, including a veil, which made it more difficult to carry.
"Woe be it for myself to succumb to the rigors of these burdensome
accouterments," she said in a weak voice. She tightened her grip on the
handle, worried about dropping it through the fingers of her slippery
silk gloves. The thought of bending down to retrieve it in her current
state made her dizzy.
Determined, she continued placing one foot in front of the other, slowly
shuffling out of the park and toward her home. Often a passerby would
falter or completely stop in their tracks upon seeing her, and the wider
her dress got, the more people had to walk bigger arcs to keep out of
her way. She tried to offer apologies, but her voice was quite weak from
the overall weariness of her ordeal, and still insisted upon speaking
in the most convoluted fashion, that her expressions of regret never
made it to their intended targets' ears before they moved on.
And then some people took pictures. Rowena's blushing cheeks
complimented her pale complexion, adding a small bit of color to the
Upon finally making it to her house, Rowena grabbed as much fabric as
she could and lifted the front of her dress. She was reminded of a time
when she pulled a duvet off a king-size mattress. Taking extremely
careful steps, she walked up the front stoop. After a bit of rummaging,
she found her keys in her purse and pushed her dress through the doorway
into the icy cool interior.
She pulled her shimmering white hair into the hall, as it was now
dragging on the ground by several yards, and shut the door once it was
all inside. She leaned with her back against the door, sighing with
And then her dress and hair disappeared, along with her tall platforms, causing her to tumble to the floor.
A few seconds later, she recomposed herself and found that she was back
in her original hoodie and shoes, with her hair its normal length and
volume. Standing back up and brushing it out of her face, she looked
around and saw no trace of her Gothic costume.
She turned her head up to the ceiling and shouted "OH COME ON!"
She wiped some lingering sweat from her forehead as she trudged up the
stairs to take a shower. The mischievous forces of magic had once again
succeeded in making her day out a bizarre and unnecessarily complicated
"It could have at least let me keep the dress," she muttered.