...the room was a practical maze of funhouse mirrors lit by multicolored lights that kept flicking on and off at random. As Zachory, Michael, Monica and Jeremy strolled through the room, they laughed at their distorted and multicolored reflections.
“I look so fat!” giggled Michael.
“I look like I’m nine feet tall!” chortled Zachory.
“Heheyaha, I look like I’ve got boobs!” chuckled Monica. “And a big butt, heheyaha!
The distorted images kept changing as the four naked children walked through the funhouse chamber. Soon they got separated but could easily hear each other. “How long, heheyaha, before we find the exit, heheyaha?” asked Jeremy, not even noticing how the giggle involuntarily crept into his voice.
“Heheyaha,” I think I found it, heheyaha.” said Michael. “Just follow my voice, heheyaha, and we’ll leave through the door, heheyaha.”
As he waited for his friends to find him, Michael decided to look at his reflection in the mirror next to the exit door. Boy, he couldn’t believe how distorted the mirror and lights distorted how he looked!
Then Michael looked down at his own naked body and gasped. It wasn’t a distorted reflection; it was his ACTUAL reflection. He really had gained at least forty pounds since entering the door. And Michael could see the wide toes of feet that had somehow become three times as long poking underneath his beer belly.
And now he could see his skin all over really was that shade of reddish pink. He looked again at the reflection of his face. White ovals had formed around his eyes and a white muzzle around his mouth; inside the latter his lips were black and stretched into a smile that looked like his mouth was open all the time. Wide black arches topped the ovals around his eyes. His cheeks were blushed a bright red with three black freckles, and at the very center of his face Michaels nose was a perfect sphere, as red and shiny as a Christmas tree ornament.
An even bigger shock was his hair; it had gone from sandy brown to orange, thick and curly-at least around the edges. Michael touched his scalp, it was bare, smooth, and felt like leather. ‘Oh no,’ he thought in horror, ‘I’m bald!’
“Heheyaha, is this the exit?” Michael looked and saw a naked, voluptuous little female clown. She was white from head to toe; black narrow arches covered her eyes, and her lips were bright red, and she had a little red heart on the end of her nose. Her pink hair cascaded down her back and above her slit was a little pink pom-pom.
Michael knew it had to be Monica. “I am Michael, heheyaha,” he replied, now suddenly aware of how goofy his voice now sounded.
“Heheyaha, how’d you get so short?” The two clowns looked up and saw another white-faced clown about nine feet tall standing over them. This one had ears the size of jug handles and the only hair was a blue tuft on his forehead, and his arms seemed ridiculously short for his height.
They both realized it had to be Zachory.
And finally, Jeremy emerged. He was a chubby hobo clown with a completely bald head and a grumpy expression. Unlike the other three, his round nose was coal black. “What’s happened to us?” he said in a weary, tired sounding voice.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” a voice cackled. “This entire night, you four have been making complete fools and buffoons of yourselves. And now your bodies show it!”
From the shadows of the funhouse, vague, wispy figures emerged. They quickly put chains around the four naked juvenile clowns’ necks and led them out the exit...