You open the red box, and inside you find a clown costume, carefully folded into a square. Confused, you wonder why anyone would send you a clown costume. "Perhaps," you think to yourself, "it was just a mistake. This is someone else's Halloween costume." You consider trying to send it back to the seller, but as you flip around the cardboard box, you notice it has no label. "Well so much for that," you sigh, then think to yourself, "Maybe I should try it on?" You aren't sure where the thought came from, but your girlfriend always did have a thing for clowns. Or did she?
Not quite sure, you slide off your clothes leaving them in a small pile, and pull the clown costume out of its box. You can see it much better now: The costume is divided into four quadrants. The upper right section of the torso and the right arm are purple, while the left is pink. The opposite is true for the bottom, with the right section of the costume's lower torso, hips, and legs are pink, and the left is purple. Down the middle of the costume is a row of three fluffy turquoise cotton balls.
You unzip the back of the costume and slide it up your legs; you then slide your arms down the baggy holes and past the elastics that hold the costume tight at your wrists. Reaching back down to your legs, you slip the elastics around your heels. The costume doesn't feel quite right like this, but then you realize that you haven't zipped it up yet! Fumbling around with the back of the bodysuit, you're able to pull the zipper up so that now the costume fits you securely. You take a moment to examine yourself in the hall mirror, "Hey, this doesn't look so bad."
The changes catch you by surprise. Suddenly, you feel your body go rigid, as the costume shrinks, making itself skintight against your body. Unable to move, you watch in the mirror as your brown hair, cut like a GQ model's, starts to show streaks of pink. Your hair begins to grow, slowly forming itself into a candy pink bouffant, straight out of the 1960s. You wonder how you'll be able to do anything with such a ridiculous hairdo. Your skin simultaneously whitens, becoming the color of fresh snow. Blinking in surprise, you don't even notice as your eyelashes lengthen and your lips turn bubblegum pink.
With a pop, a comically large purple bow with turquoise polka dots appears in the middle of your new bouffant! Both your costume and your hair look noticeably girly now, but the rest of you is still rather boyish. The rigidness subsides, and as if by instinct, you reach up to primp your new hairdo. As you do, your facial features soften into those of a pretty girl clown, and two turquoise hoop earrings appear dangling from your dainty earlobes. You giggle, as you think how cute you look, then gasp. "Is that really me in the mirror? What's happening?" you exclaim to an empty room, "And why am I in such a girly costume?!"
Unbeknownst to you, the forces that started this transformation are not yet satisfied with their work. You hear the hissing sounds of a balloon being filled as your chest begins to swell up. Sizable breasts first appear, then grow well beyond reasonable bounds. As you reach to touch your massive new boobs, they squeak just the slightest. You can't help but giggle at the sound they make as you hold them. "Oh my," you remark in a voice much like Minnie Mouse's. Suddenly you hear another squeaking sound as your new bubble butt balloons into place, stretching the costume well beyond what you would've thought it could manage, hardly even noticing as your manhood is replaced. Your new curves pull the taut fabric of the costume even tighter across them. Immediately, the rest of your body begins to change as well: your legs thicken to become more shapely, and feminine, while still being thick enough to support the junk now in your trunk. At the same time, your hips pinch in and your arms lose most of their muscle tone, becoming princess-like in the process.
As you look down at your changing body, you see that your fingernails and toenails have turned the same shade of bubblegum pink as your hair, and have become much more delicate-looking. As you watch however, your feet begin to grow, retaining the dainty lady-like proportions they had developed even as they grow to a size 15. A pair of heels forms around your feet now. On the right foot, a purple Mary Jane heel appears, while its pink counterpart appears around the your left.
Thinking your transformation is almost over, you sigh, only to experience yet another surge of magical energy as your thighs plump up just thick enough for you to not look out place in a music video with Meghan Trainor. You then notice a small pink purse with turquoise polka dots that has formed by your feet. Picking it up, you find a photo of you and your dear clown friends Candy, Jollpop, Tootsy, and Pinkie inside. You smile, thinking back to all the good times you enjoyed together at clown college. As if brought on by your memories of Tootsy, you feel a rumbling in your stomach and let out a fart that knocks you off your feet! Getting up, your house has changed. The walls are now pink and everything seems to have clowinshly large proportions.
You feel happy. Your name, you now remember, is Giggles the Girl Clown. You are a pretty, silly, clown girl who only wants to make the whole world as happy as you are.
You smile, and your reflection winks back at you. The clown in the mirror blows you a kiss, and it flies out of the mirror, landing squarely on your nose. Suddenly, your nose balloons up into a big pink glittery ball.
"Wow, would you look at the time!" you exclaim in your helium voice, as you glance at your watchless wrist, "the girls are waiting on me!" You hurry out of the house, your breasts jiggling and booty swaying the whole way, and squirm into your vintage polka dot Volkswagen Beetle.
Glancing in the mirror as you back down the driveway, you think to yourself, "Maybe I should pay Danielle (your former girlfriend, now best friend) a visit! I bet she'd love being a clown! Oh, and Alan (your former best friend, now boyfriend) too! He'd be such a pretty girl clown."