....an auguste clown like himself and their mother, only Joyce's complexion was sugary pink instead of orange. Her nose inflated into a red bulb large than Mom's but smaller than his own. Her hair remained blonde butstyled into ringlets and sausage curls. Joyce jad the same red blushed cheeks with black freckles but her white patterns areound her eyes wrr smaller and dantier with her lids shaded blue and the mouth inside her muzzle was blue-black, set in a mischievous smirk.
Along with her body Joyce's clothes changed; a white tank top and blue jeans morphing into a puffy low cut hoop skirt colored in pink and white; on her feet appeaered matching Mary Janes with toes as wide as a canoe paddle.
As Tom approached his sister, she stirred, then opened her eyes. Joyce blunked then stared at her brother, then her eyes narrowed towards her shiney red clown nose. She got up, looked down her body, then waddled over to a mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
Feeling her face, then touching her nose, Joyce finally said in a high pitched southern drawl "What in tarnation happened to us?"
Sigjing, Tom told his soster about going into the Trans-Booth at the mall. "Ya mean that thing turned ya inta a clown, and now somehow Mama an' Ah got turned too?"
Tom nodded.
"Well, Ah do declare," Joyce said with mischief in her eyes-right before circling her left arm around Tom's neck in a ckoke-hold, "Ah always knew one day ya'd go bald like Daddy, Ah jus' thought it'd happen yearsfrom now." Laughing, Joyce preessed the knuckles of her right hand on her brother's shiney bald clown head and rubbed hard for nearly a minute.
Finally letting go, Joyce added, "Yah're chubbier too. I guess we're gonna have to call ya Tubby Tom from now on. Or Tommy the Tib-Tub!" Laughing at her own joke, Joyce waddled up the stairs to her room.
Tom rubbed his scalp; being bald now made his sister's noogies smart a lot more. He felt his freckled cheeks go hot; he knew he'd gained weight but didn't think it was that noticeable.
Looking around the room, Tom was suddenly aware now of how much more coloful the paint and wallpaper were and how the furniture was now in a style suited for a family of clowns. When did that happen?
Then Tom realized that Joyce didn't start changing until he got near her. And neither did his mother. 'Do I turn people into clowns just by being next to them? And is it just me? Or will Joyce and Mom cause it too?'
Meanwhile....