At first, you feel a little awkward on your new clown feet as you walk-or rather waddle-down the brightly muraled hallway; Dottie helps you by letting you lean on her shoulder. "You'll get used to it soon enough, heeheeyaha," she says and beeps her nose. "It's something that takes a little while." Beep! Beep!
You've got your full balance by the time you reach another room at the other end of the hallway. "Here's our dressing room," Dottie giggles. "Time to get you into something that fits your new look, Ruby." Beep! Beep!
You enter a huge closet lined with mirrors and various girl clown clothes, dressers, and rows full of clown shoes. "I'll help pick something for you," Dottie says and picks her way through the dressers. "Here, put these on." She hands you a polka dot bra and matching panties, and a pair of lace yellow bloomers. Next, she gives you a pair of green and orange striped socks and a blouse that matches the bloomers. “It’s important to coordinate the colors and patterns of your clothes to your face and hair. And for home and school we usually dress more casually-typically something like coveralls and a tie-dyed shirt.”
You get out of the bathrobe and with Dottie’s help, you put on the clothing she gave you. Next the whiteface clown clasps a fluffy orange petticoat around your waist and over all that, a green apron dress with pink roses and trimmed with white lace. As a final touch, Dottie helps you slide your big feet into a pair of yellow clown Mary-Janes and put a lace cap that matches the dress over your hair.
You waddle over to the mirror; the sight of your reflection makes you giggle and honk your nose in delight. “I look so hilarious!” Honk!
“Of course, you do, heeheeyaha,” Dottie replies and beeps her own nose. “Usally at this point, a new member decides on a new clown name, but your own, Ruby, is just so perfect for a clown, especially an auguste with your color scheme. Now you can change the style of your hair, or even the color to fit the clothes you wear, but I figured your natural orange color was just so good for a clown that I left it.”
You follow Dottie down the stairs to the varied assortment of teenaged clowns consorting. Suddenly all the noise dies down.
“Hello, fellow clowns,” Dottie says, her voice raised a octave higher as she beeps her nose. “Lets have a big welcome for the newest member of our school’s Clown Club, Ruby Alan.”
The other clown all applause, and squeeze their noses. HONK! HONK! HONK!