As you finish and wash your hands, very thoroughly, in the empty lavatory, you see a carnie enter. He's obviously a carnie because he's got the bright red and shiny outfit of an animal trainer. You glance at him but go back to your hygienic task. You look back at the man when you realize he is staring at you, and very intently at that. He's rubbing his chin in deep thought, frowning as he does not detach his eyes from you. It's unnerving and slightly creepy, the way he seems to undress you with his stare. Suddenly, you start realising how women feel when they unfortunately cross paths with a creep or pervert. Worse, that weird carnie smiles widely, his eyes shining with a sort of glee.
"Can I help you?" you ask, a little worried.
"You sure can," says the carnie enthusiastically.
He digs into his pocket, fishes out a little leather pouch, unties it and empties it in the palm of his hand. You step back, fearing it's drugs and that this man is going to offer some to you but his actions are different and unexpected. First, the powder is not white but bright red and sparkly. He then sprinkles it over your head.
"You'll do!" he says with clear glee.
You shout in protest and in incomprehension but you start coughing and sneezing. You are surrounded by red sparkling powder, which becomes a haze, a blurry haze. The carnie continues to watch you with a wide smile. And then the strangest thing happens. You shrink. You actually shrink, the carnie becoming taller and taller, looming over you, becoming a real giant. The world itself becomes tall and menacing, out of proportions for the tiny thing you've become. And just before you faze out and lose consciousness, the carnie smiles sweetly at you, bending down and uttering sweet words to you which you cannot make out. You do hear him telling you he knew you'd be adorable and perfect, thanking you for the very much appreciated contribution to the carnival.