...a naked female clown.
She sat on your bed, right where you've left your girlfriend, the delivery box still in her hands- only now her hands are milky white, as is the rest of her body from head to toe. Her fingernails, clutching the branded cardboard, are covered in glittering red nail polish. On her mouth is painted a bright red clown smile, her red nose is slightly bigger than a golf ball and covered with glitter like her nails. Her eyebrows are wide narrow black arches high on her forehead giving her a surprised look, her eyelids shaded dark blue. Your girlfriend’s eyes are darkly outlined, and her eyelashes long, thick and curly.
Your girlfriend’s hair is now neon red with silver highlights and curled into a bushy afro style.
From what you could see between the covers, her body is0 completely different too: gone was your short, slightly chubby sweetheart... the clown on your bed is now considerably chubbier with an ample bosom and hips. She’s still naked; you notice her pubic hair is now a pom-pom above her slit and poking out from the blankets are ridiculously oversized clown feet.
"Uh... babe? Is that... you?" you speak out as if it's all you manage to blurt out at this sight.
"Yes, heheeyaha. Still me," she replies, then gives her glittering nose a squeeze. Honk! She was too busy looking under the covers, noticing how much her body has changed.
"Man, you actually seem pretty chill about this! You done this before?" you joke, letting out a chuckle.
In response, she immediatly looks up at you. She stares at you for a moment, piercing through your soul while brushing through her curly red hair behind her ear- you notice a a sparkling red globe dangling from it, but decide not to bring that up for now. "I am, heeheyaha, in fact,... terrified.” He honks her nose again. “This is the most bizzare, unexplainable thing that has ever happened to me in my life, heeheeyaha. I feel as if I am about to faint.", she explains. Her voice is quiet, but..funnier, a little deeper and with a goofy lilt, peppered with the involuntary giggles. “I’ve always been afraid of clowns, heeheeyaha, now I AM a clown!” Honk!
That's when you notice it- she doesn't convey any emotion. Not her face, nor her voice, show any sign of this panic she's feeling- she's bound by her body's urge to behave like the clown she’s become.
You would spend more time being amazed by this, but she needs your help!
HONK! HONK!