...just find yourself in the middle of the carnival, surrounded by all kinds of people. Since you are now a clown body and soul, you feel right at home. No, scratch that, you've never felt better: you're happy and goofy all the time, not to mention quite toned and muscled under the colorful layers of clothes thanks to all the routines you have to perform during the shows. Even the dick in your polka-dotted pants feels bigger; if you could see it, you would notice it has indeed grown, becoming chalk white like the rest of your body but with a bright red mushroom tip, just like your nose. It's such a wonderful, exhilarating sensation that you cannot help but wanting to share.
In a handful of minutes, you find the perfect target: a twenty something guy walking around the carnival with a somewhat bored look on his face. He's very cute with his spiked brown hair, blue eyes, a polo shirt over his swimmer build... but that annoyed expression bothers you a lot. You need to help him be so much happier, just like you! In a sudden movement you jump right in front of him, making him jolt in surprise.
"What the... oh, great. Listen, dude, I'm not five anymore, okay?" he tells you with a disgruntled look.
"Don't worry!" you reassure him. "Just a bit of my magic and you'll be as happy as you can be!" you add in your high-pitched voice, before spraying some water from the flower on your lapel. The few droplets land on the guy's polo shirt, but his annoyed look doesn't last more than a couple seconds.
"W-what the..." he lowers his eyes for a moment, and when he raises his head again he's looking at you with a much different stare. "H-hey... Can you come with me?" he said, sheepishly.
"Sure!" The guy pulls you behind a raw of pavillons, and starts glancing around to make sure nobody is watching.
"Y-you know... Maybe it sounds silly but... I've always wanted to be a clown," the guy blurts out in the end. "Always being happy and zany without a care in the world... That'd be great."
You shake your partially bald head. "It's not silly at all, my friend! And I think I can help you with that, you know?"
"Really?" the guy looks at you in amazement. "A-and... I get to become as sexy a-as you are?" You smile at him and get closer, your face only a few inches from him.
"Maybe even sexier..." you say before he leans down to kiss you, your oversized lips covering his, your tongues wrestling in your mouths. His nose presses against yours, making it squeak.
"So..." you tell him after the kiss, a goofy grin plastered on your face. "We can either go to the Face Painting Pavillon, or..." you pat on the bulge in your polka-dotted pants. "You can get some clown essence directly from the faucet. Which one do you choose?"