"I think I'll be an auguste," you, reply, not sure whether you are picking it at random or if something influencing you has chosen that.
"Alrighty." Dottie slides open a seemingly invisible door yon the wall into a small room you didn't notice before. Inside is a coathook with a light pink bathrobe and headband underneath. "Geat changed into those, then we'll get started on your face.
You step inside, take offyour jeans and shirt, socks and shoes, and put on the bathrobe; you then tuck your hair from your face behind the headband.
Dottie nods as you step outside. "Very good." She give you what look like a handful of gummy bears.
"They're weed gummies," she says. "They'll help you relax while I work on you." You pop the fruity candies into your mouth, and a strange feeling comes over you, like you are high and euphoric.
You sit down in one of the chairs and Dottie presses a button on the black blocky apparatus which to reveal what looks like a beauty mirror and several colors of makeup.
"This is very special make up," she says. "It'll make you feel...funny."
Through the haze brought on by the weed gummies, you feel a tingle as the clown paints a patch of white around your eyes and mouth; you're not sure if it's the weed or something in the makeup.
Next Dottie pats your face with baby powder, then brushes away the excess. She puts in little details on your lips, your nose, around your eyes; as she continues the more silly you feel and the more you like feeling silly. Finally she rubs a suger-pink foundation over the rest of your face, powders it and brushes it away. "All righty," says," have a look."
You stare at the reflection looking back at you. The patches of white reach high on your forehead topped by wide black arches; inside your lids are shaded light green with the eyes themselves darkly outlined in black with thick curly eyelashes. Your white muzzle is surrounded by red and stretches to your cheeks, giving it an almost heart shape. Your lower lip is red and painted into a dainty clown smile.
And at the very center of your face, the end of your nose is also painted a bright shiny red.
You giggle at your appearance. "I look so silly."
"Of course, you do," Dottie giggles back. "But we're not done yet." The pushes another button and the vanity fold on itself and splits into two separate devices-a foot bath and what looks like a vacuum cleaner with a shower cap attached to the end of the hose.
"We're going to take care of your feet and your hair," Dottie says as she places your bare feet into the foot bath and fills it with water. Next she takes your hair out of the headband and applies a sweet-smelling gel before placing the cap over your head. "Oh wait, I almost forgot." She removes from her pocket what looks like a nasal cannula like your grandfather had inserted in his nose when he had his bypass operation. "He he," she giggles as she plugs it into the cap apparatus and sticks the nasal plugs into the nostrils of your painted nose, before turning the dile of a timer. "This will only take a minute."
You breathe in, a pleasant aroma almost like Bubble gum flows into you nostrils. Your mind slips off into a greater high as you feel a tingling sensation in you, scalp nose and feet.
After what seems like long, blissful hours but is really only a minute you hear a loud DING! and you are now aware of a touch of red at the bottom of your field of vision. Dottie waddles up and takes out the cannula from your nose and the cap off your hair. She reaches to your face and gives your nose a couple of squeezes. HONK! HONK!
Startled, you touch the organ in question. Now your nose is a perfect sphere, round and slightly rubbery but still feels alive. holds out a hand mirror. You take it and see that you now have a truely bulbous clown nose and your hair has thickened into a bushy curly disco afro. But you like it, for now you look SSSOOO funny.
Dottie helps take your foot out of the foot bath and your eyes grow wide. Now they are three times as long, and your toes are nearly as wide as a small shovel.
"Your transformation is complete, heeheeyaha," Dottie giggles and beeps her own nose. "You're gonna love being a clown. Food tastes better, drugs get you higher, booze is more intoxicating, And the sex! Laughter will now make you horny, and after every joke we pull, we come back here and have ourselves a full blown orgy!"
"That sounds wonderful, heeheeyaha," you find yourself giggling on impulse. Your voice is now somewhat higher too, almost like Minnie Mouse. But you don't care, it's like how you should sound. For now, you, Ruby Alan, are a clown in body and mind. And you don't want to be anything else.
You ch your nose and give a couple of squeezes; an orgasmic sensation rushes through your new body.
HONK! HONK!