Joey awoke that morning and knew he couldn't hide what was happening anymore.
He had just started puberty and his body was changing-but not in the way he expected.
The first time he noticed something unusual was in the shower after gym. Joey had read that it was natural to be curious about the other boys' bodies yet he couldn't help but notice that while their cocks all swagged his own seemed to bob.
As the months passed other changes were happening. He was growing taller yes, but also wider-he seemed to be gaining nearly ten pounds a month and was becoming rather plump. He did exercises every morning and right before bed, and his mother put him on a strict diet. His weight finally stabilized, but refused to go down and he had a noticeable beer belly that shook like Jell-O whenever he laughed.
He probably could have dealt with that yet even worse was happening. No matter how much time he spent outside his skin wouldn't tan-if anything, he seemed to be getting paler; the only color in Joey's face seemed to be in his cheeks and nose. They actually seemed to be getting redder, as if Joey had been drinking.
Joey was delighted when his voice began to change until he realized it wasn't getting deeper so much as funnier-he seemed to be punctuating his sentences with involuntary guffaws and giggles and he spoke with a goofy lilt that made it nearly impossible to be taken seriously in a conversation.
Despite how he felt Joey always seemed to be smiling. Whenever he relaxed his face his mouth would revert to a wide silly grin. His lips.also seem to be getting red too, almost like Joey was wearing lipstick. His nose also started to plump up and become rounder.
When he first suspected what was happening, Joey did his best to avoid looking into mirrors, until a week ago. His eyebrows seemed to have moved higher on his forehead giving him a surprised look. And his hairline was receding. Joey had seen that happen with his father but not like this; when he leaned closer he could actually see the pale skin underneath the remaining hair.
And only yesterday at soccer practice Joey had felt his feet hurting. He did his best to ignore it but he kept tripping and falling. Finally the gym teacher sent him to the school nurse, who decided to send Joey home.
Joey suspected that his mother knew what was happening but couldn't talk to her about it; she had always made fun of him for being so afraid. When she got home, she looked at him and told him to go to bed.
And now here he was, staring at feet poking through the covers; they had almost tripled in length overnight. What skin Joey saw was a creamy white hue. He felt his hair; around the sides it was now a thick curly mass but on top was only bare smooth skin.
Finally Joey touched his nose; it was a perfect sphere and felt somewhat rubbery.
Joey let out a sigh and gave his nose a squeeze.
HONK!
Joey's mother opened the door, and stared at what her son had turned into-then she burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry," she said when she finally got a hold of herself, "but you've always been afraid of clowns. And now you are one!"
"Puberty is a funny thing, heyaha," Joey said in his goofy voice. "Anyway, I'm going to need new shoes."