...in another bathroom, Jeff was finishing up his shower, completely oblivious to the changes that had just happened to his body-and his mind.
After rinsing off the last of the soap from his skin and shampoo out of his curly red hair, Jeff opened the door and grabbed a towel, patted dry his flabby white body and face, then wrapped said towel around his round waist. He would be performing at the local nursing home with the rest of his school clown troupe in a couple of hours; since there were guests in the house at the moment, he would be getting ready in the bathroom.
Unlike most of his family, Jeff's markings were very basic and plain-against his pale white skin his eyebrows were wide black arches right below his hairline. At the very center of his face, his nose was a red ball nearly the size of a peach, while his lower lip was a matching red that stretched halfway down to his chin and across his cheeks in a wide silly grin, which complimented his bushy red afro style hair.
Sometimes Jeff liked to touch up his face, but today he kept it simple with black liner around his eyes and soft red rouge on his plump cheeks.
Sitting down on the toilet, Jeff removed the towel, then pulled on a pair of baggy polka dot boxers and a matching tank top. Next, he wiped a cleaning towelette over his enormous feet before pulling on blue and red striped socks that reached up to his knees.
For his performance today, Jeff would be wearing a very classic style outfit-a blue one-piece jumpsuit with rod pom-poms down the middle and red-lined white ruffles at the wrist and ankles. Jeff next got his big feet into a pair of enormous spats with red -yellow checkered saddles and blue wingtips and clasped a ruffed white collar around his neck. Checking himself in the mirror, Jeff took another towelette and rubbed his big red nose all bright and shiny, before putting on a pair of immaculate white gloves.
Finally, Jeff checked his phone. As expected, the app for the Chronovic had been successfully downloaded; he wouldn't need his lab top. The others in his troupe were not natural clowns like him, his family and some of their friends; they were just normal humans who wore makeup, wigs and fake noses. Now, he could change that.
Jeff took one final look at himself in the mirror. Nodding in apporval at how silly he looked, the teenage clown waddled out into the hallway.
Elsewhere in the house....