You take the Auguste skinsuit; it's kind of a pinkish orange color with little features on the face other than the big red nose on the center of the face; according to the booklet the details of your 'makeup' and hair will fill in as you put it on.
"I think we better change in separate rooms," Zoe says. You nod in agreement; Zoe heads off to her room while you step into the bathroom.
You quickly take off your clothes including your underwear and step into the skinsuit, one leg at a time. At first you worry that it'll be too small, but the skinsuit actually stretches as you pull it up your torso and slide in your arms. Finally you pull the face over your head, and a tingling sensation unlike anything you felt before.
You blink and look down at your body. All over, your body is orangish pink. You seem to have shrunk a couple of inches, and gained at least forty pounds. You weren't exactly a body builder before, but now you have a massive beer belly only barely allows you to see the toes of your now big clown feet. Your arms and legs are thicker too, and your hands have stubby looking sausage fingers. You bend over to feel your crotch, and find your pubic hair is gone, and your cock and balls are bigger.
Taking a deep breath, you look in the medicine cabinet mirror-and your jaw drops at the sight looking back at you.
Your face shows the weight you've gained, with round cheeks and a double chin. Of course, the clown nose is at the center of your face, big, red and shiny as a Christmas tree ornament White ovals have formed around your eyes that stretch up to your forehead, topped by wide black eyebrows black eyebrows with vertical black bars inside. A white muzzle surrounds your mouth with your lips blue black in a big clown smile, soft red blushes your cheeks.
The biggest shock is your hair. Around the edges from the ears to the back of your head it has become a thick curly dark blue that stretches halfway across your shoulders but on top-'Oh my God, I'm bald!'
Gingerly you touch your nose. It feels somewhat rubbery but alive; you feel your fingers through it. You give it a squeeze. HONK!
Next you run your hands on your smooth bald head. It feels so weird to have no hair there-but oddly you kind of like it too.
A loud HONK! sounds from behind the door. "Are you done?" The voice is high and squeaky, almost like she inhaled helium, but you still recognize it as Zoe's.
Yeah, hehe, sure." Your own voice is deep and goofy sounding, and you giggle on impulse. Without thinking, you squeeze your nose. HONK! You turn and open the door to look at Zoe.
Like you she is naked, and her body is a creamy white all over. She has gained weight in the right places, giving her a plump, curvy figure. Her clown nose is a little smaller than yours and covered with sparkling red glitter. The rest of Zoe's 'makeup' is simple and elegant looking, with a dainty red clown smile, narrow arches replace her eyebrows over shaded pink eyelids. Here eyelashes are long and luscious, and her eyes sharply outlined in black. Zoe's cheeks are blushed a soft pink, giving her complexion an almost porcelain sheen. Her hair is curled into a bushry fire engine 'afro' style' and a pom-pom that matches her hair sits over her pussy. Even the nails on her hands and new oversized clown feet are glittering red.
Your girlfriend looks so silly-and you feel a familiar stirring between your legs.
Zoe pokes you in your big red clown nose. HONK! You poke her back. HONK! You lean in closer, and you noses rub together while she massages your fat beer belly with her right hand and your smooth bald clown head with her left.
You realize with your new nose your sense of smell has become greatly enhanced; you take in the full scent of your girlfriends womanhood. It smells sweet, almost loke cotton candy or bubble gum.
Zoe leans into your ear, and whispers in a voice both sensual and silly, "I feel funny."
HONK! HONK!