... the doctor was a tall slim redhaired woman about the same age as Joey's mother. To Joey's relief she simply acted as if this was a routine check-up-she took his temperature, listened to his heartbeat with a stethoscope, examined his nose and ears with an otoscope, and finally tapped his knees with a reflex mallet.
What the doctor did next was more embarrassing-Taking out a magnifying glass she examined the thick curly hair surrounding the edges of Joey's head, then he felt the fingers of her left hand probing his smooth bald pate. After that she touched Joey's big round nose and gave a couple squeezes. HONK HONK!
Then she told Joey to drop his pants and underwear.
Feeling his cheeks grow hot, Joey did so-and and his mother both gasped.
Like the hair on top of his head Joey's pubic hair was gone. His balls, other than being as white as the rest of his body still seemed normal. Joey's cock, however, seemed to have shrunk back into his body, all that remained was the cap which was now bright red.
As if sensing his embarrassment the doctor told Joey to pull his pants back up.
She began asking Joey and his mother a series of questions-when he first started noticing what was happening to his body, what he'd been eating, if he felt anything when he tripped or bumped into anything, how much he exercised.
When Joey tried to answer he felt urges to giggle and honk his nose. The doctor told him not to bother trying to resist his impulses. "It will only cause you stress."
"You sound like you've seen this before," Joey heard his mother reply.
The doctor sighed. "I'm afraid I have-for the past five years."
She went on, "Six years ago the daughter of a wealthy German businessman went through her first period. Instead of the usual unpleasant odor her menstrual fluid smelled sweet, almost like cotton candy or bubble gum.
"As the months passed the girl went through changes similar to your son-her skin turned white, her feet grew long, her nose inflated into a big red ball that honked when squeezes, and her hair turned pink.
"Soon the doctors her father hired to find what was happening learned of other cases-all over the world children starting puberty would develop features that made them look like clowns. Some would become white from head to toe while others would only have it around their eyes and mouth and the rest of their complexions being pink or orange. Most though not all had their metabolism slow down and became rather plump even with strict diet and exercise. Boys afflicted who had a family history of hair loss became bald within a year."
"Why haven't we ever heard about this before?" asked Joey's mother.
"Because it's been kept under wraps very well," the doctor said. "And so far, all the cases have been isolated and few in number-only about one hundred and fifty seven have been diagnosed with what we call, for lack of a better name, 'Clown Syndrome.'"
On impulse Joey honked his nose. "How do we stop this, heyaha?"
The doctor looked up and sighed. "I'm afraid there is no cure. This is a newly discovered condition.and we know so little about it. All we know are the symptoms and we can tell you about what's to come."
"You mean I'll be like this forever?" For once Joey didn't giggle. The doctor slowly nodded. "But I don't WANT TO BE A CLOWN!"
Like seltzer years shot from Joey's eyes into the doctor's face, leaving her soaking wet. More softly, Joey sobbed into his mother's shoulder.
Joey's mom kept holding her son while mouthing an apology. The doctor simply wiped herself with a towel, then nodded back in understanding.
Finally Joey was too tired even to cry. "I'm sorry," he said, his goofy voice somehow sounding apologetic.
"It's alright; erratic emotions are a common symptom of your condition. Now I have to tell you, this won't just affect your appearance; it will dominate your subconscious. As you get older, you will feel more and more compelled to behave like a clown. What's more, your penis will inflate into a ball as big as your nose or perhaps even bigger whenever you are sexually aroused, which will happen when you hear intense laughter. And when you-ejaculate-it will come out like confetti."
"But, but how is Joey supposed to deal with all this?" his mother stammered. "He can't go to school looking like this, and I don't have the time or energy to home school him. How is he supposed to avoid hearing laughter? I'm worried about him and it's taken me effort not to laugh at how he looks or sounds."
The doctor let out yet another sigh. "Well...."