The hair grew down passed his shoulders, and hung against his chest. He felt a gentle tugging in the back of it, like it was being pulled back and tied. Melanie and Oakalf were starting to look very tall indeed, as Sam got rather thin and dainty. The good news was his clothing was shrinking with him... the bad news was that it was also transforming. In just a few seconds, he was wearing a white blouse with puffed sleeves, that had an organge ribbon tied into a bow at the neck. Below that, his pants had become a crimson, knee length skirt, with several layers of white layers beneath it. His shoes had become a pair of cute little black velvet boots that were just short of his knees, and the whole thing finished with a tug between his thighs, as he became a nine year old girl.
Melanie smirked and bent down slightly, "Every little girl enjoys fairy tales. What's your favourite, sweetie?", she asked. Poor Oakalf felt her intelligence dropping a little more again, and the loss seemed to be replaced by an increase in bust size. It was now almost impossible to concentrate without her eyes drifting to... well, the only remaining male in the yard sale.