'Properly dressed' for a boy is boys' clothing, no dresses for you - bad enough to be chased by an undead apparition, and being called 'thief' and 'intruder,' but there's no sense in adding 'crossdresser' and 'pervert' to the list as well.

It's a bit awkward changing in the tight quarters of the closet, and the suit is a few sizes too small, but you do somehow manage. However, when you open up the closet doors and return to the bedroom, the displeasure of the poltergeist is a palpable wave. With a frown and a curse, you're accused of being "an uncultured tomboy, and a disgrace to the proud heritage of the Trebmal family name."

It's then that a burst of magic hits you, freezing you in place, first reshaping the suit to a Victorian-era gown that's just as ill-fitting as the suit was. But then, unsurprisingly, your body begins to shift as well, so that your narrow waspish waist and unpretentious bosom are a perfect fit for the new dress.

But the changes don't stop with merely femimizing you, as your body continues to change - arms and legs fading away, leaving but shoulders and hips behind, with a wooden pole propping you up. Next to go is your head, leaving only the hint of a neck. Your body transforms further, becoming sawdust-stuffed inanimate felt as you begin your new existence as a tailor's dummy, something for a seamstress to display her work on and ensure a proper fit, with what few proportions you have being an exact match for the young mistress of the house, a ghost of an early teen.