...that your skin is now a milky white color all over your face, from the top of your head to where your neck disappears into the collar of your shirt. The lower lip of your mouth is the same red as your big round nose, and stretches into a wide smile, then also retches down to the bottom of you chin. Your cheeks are rouged lighter shade of red than your nose and mouth.
Your eyebrows are gone, replaced with wide blue black arches that rise up to your forehead, giving you a look of surprise while underneath your eyes are tiny baby blue triangles.
The most dramatic change, however, is your hair. Around the edges a thick mass of fire-engine red curls stretches from your ears to the back of your head, and spreads across your shoulders. However, despite your young age the hair on top is gone, with a tiny blue derby set at a jaunty angle over a smooth bare pate.
Your clothes have changed too. Now you are dressed in a loose fitting light yellow collared shirt with the sleeves stretching down to your wrists, a yellow vest lined in red and a blue yellow bow tie with yellow polka dots. Your pants are a darker blue and baggy looking. They're a tad too short, however, revealing the red striped socks you are wearing.
Your shoes are now size 17 red and blue wing tips with 10 inch wide toes. Somehow you know by feeling that your feet have stretched to fit them. On your hands are perfectly fitting white gloves.
Because of you baggy clothes, the last thing you notice is that you have gained at least 15 pounds, possibly twenty. You were skinny to start with but now you are rather plump and you face also shows the weight.
After the initial shock you feel your transformed face, then take off the hat and rub your scalp. It's as smooth as an egg; you are truly bald. You take off a glove and see that your hand is white too, with the fingernails the same red as your hair.
You give your nose another squeeze. HONK! it sounds and the feeling of sensual giddiness returns, deeper this time.
"I-I'm a clown, An whiteface clown," you say in a deep voice with a goofy lilt. "A grotesque whiteface clown." All of a sudden a full knowledge of clown routines and joke both practical and impractical, as well as an understanding of the clown hierarchy and where whitefaces, especially grotesque whitefaces like like you fit in, enters your head and....
What do you do now?
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your mind stays the same but you are compelled to act like a clown-and you love it!
your mind stays the same but you are compelled to act like a clown-and you hate it.
you shout, "Change me back!"