A simplified ballerina costume, plus makeup

Anna giggled delightedly, like she was dosed with laughing gas, putting on the getup the whole time. She slipped into a powder pink leotard. The material was tight around her, contouring around her body and highlighting the wedgie between her cheeks and her cameltoe. The fabric doesn't so much as constrict her chest as it does conform around it, making sure they bounce around freely, but keeping them together as well. She grabs a pair of shocking pink thigh-high fishnets, and pulls them up her legs teasingly, the elastic holding them up just below her asscheeks. She then continues her dress-up with a big poofy pink tutu around her waist, sticking out horizontally. Anna sat down on the bed excitedly as she hurried to put on her sparkly and pink ballet shoes, tying the long ribbons around her calves. She stands up and hops in place, acting like she loves her new costume.

And, almost in an instant, Anna stops blank-faced, realising on what she had just done. She looks down at herself and her new clothes, and shrieks. Anna clutches her head, thinking a mile a minute, freaking out on how she got into such an embarrassing getup.

Susan is laughing hysterically, bouncing up and down in her seat at Anna's freakout in the mirror, and instantly returns to joyful plotting. "You know, the look isn't right yet, let's add the finishing touches." And reaches towards the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling the ring in the skull's teeth. The sound made this time is a goofy sproing sound. The gothic girl glares at the drawer harshly, pulls out a case and kicks the side of the drawer, making it snap back in, followed by a puppy dog whimper with small pools of water in the skull sockets. she lays down the case the size of a toolbox and spits angrily towards the drawer, "I told you, 'SPOOKY noises', not comical, you junk drawer! I expect more dignity in my cursed furniture, you waste of deadwood." And turns back to the doll and case.

She flips open the box, to reveal it to be an actual toolbox, filled with a bunch of arts and crafts materials; rubber bands, small strips of ribbon, tiny pots of paint, fine-tipped brushes, etc. She takes out a few of the things inside and lays them by the doll, and lifts up a paintbrush.

Anna feels herself rotate on her tiptoes, being squeezed into standing at attention with her hands pointed out daintily and standing impossibly on the tip of her feet with no troubles. She tries to struggle, but feels a massive amount of tension applied to her like a giant invisible hand holding her in place. As she squirms in place, her head feels heavy, as strokes move along her face from some unseen brush. Oh no, Anna thinks, Is this like some kind of monster causing this? What's happening?

She panics mentally, as she can't seem to use her throat to actually scream. She feels her hair shift around and something tuck into it. She feels her body daintily leap into place in front of the mirror, so that she may look at her image, and she doesn't like what she sees.

Her face is painted with pink paint on her eyelids like eyeshadow. The color is way too thick to be actual eyeshadow, the same with her lips, which are stuck in a pink pout in her worried expression. Two more splotches of this pink coloring form wide circles on her cheeks, like a clownish blush. Anna's hair is done up in a ponytail, but it is fastened with a big pink bow, and her hair is heavily curled, forming an actual spiral curl at the end. But the crowning jewel of the piece is the tiara. A wide, cheap-looking sparkly mess with the wires forming the words, 'Cutie Pie'. Anna shudders in humiliation, this can't get any worse, she inwardly complains...