Dr. Metamorpho opened the cage door, and one of the clown girls entered. With a jarring slam, he locked her in. The other clown girl simply stood near the crowd, smiling and waving, seeming to flirt with the audience. "Now, my dear guests," began Dr. Metamorpho, "It is time for you to be truly amazed, for in mere moments, this object of mirth in front of you," he gestured to the cage, "will be transformed into a slavering beast!" He paused as though expecting an astonished murmur, looking slightly disappointed when none was heard. "Well, then..on with the show!" he said, irritation clearly in his tone.
He withdrew from his pocket a simple magic wand, and began to wave it in the air for the benefit of the audience. "Infused with the power of the moonlight, this wand is centuries old, full of ancient power!" And indeed, the tip of the wand began to glow brightly, making it arguably the best illusion the girls had seen all night. He continued to wave the wand in the air, making trails of a white light from its tip. Without warning he suddenly shouted, "Metamorpho!" and aimed the wand at the cage, sending a beam of light directly at the clown girl.
Instantly, she began to growl, gripping the bars of the cage. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow, and she let out a yell that became a snarl as yellowed fangs began to descend from her gums. Her skin became dotted with fur, still covered in greasepaint, the designs becoming distorted as her body swelled and stretched.
Soon, there was no clowngirl in the cage at all, rather a gaily painted werewolf woman, rattling the cage doors, snarling and howling, wanting to get out.
Julie and Joy, however weren't scared. In fact, they both were finding themselves slightly aroused by the scene. "This is hot," whispered Julie, "Though I don't know why." Joy smiled and nodded back at her in agreement.
Joy was a little concerned; she knew it HAD to be an illusion, but she couldn't figure out how it was done. They'd all seen the clown change right in front of their eyes. There was no smoke, no mirrors, no way to disguise or hide it all. She wanted to know how it was done.
The other clown was looking at them, smiling. Joy felt a small quiver go through her when they made eye contact. She smiled slightly at her, embarrassed. She'd never been turned on by clowns before, and only slightly attracted to women. Yet this clown-girl held an attraction for her.
Then....