You enter the head's office, and find out who it is, and see that it was a female whiteface clown. Her makeup is very simple and elegant, white her face ivory white, black outlined eyes underneath black arched eyebrows and thick mascaraed eyelashes. Her cheeks are rouged a soft pink and a dainty red clown smile is painted on her lower lip. Her pink hair is in a mid-sized afro, which also has silver highlights, and a pair of heart shaped eye Classes rest behind a golf ball sized red nose covered with glitter. Even the headmistress's hands are white, with her nails painted and glittering like her nose.
She was dressed in a pink and yellow lady's business suit, with a very clowney looking pale blue blouse that had small ruffled collar around her neck. The most normal looking part of her were two gold loops dangling from her white ears that suited her hairstyle rather well.
The headmistress notices you coming in, as you sit down in a chair in front of her desk. "Ah, heeheeyaha you must be the new student joining us today," she says, her voice a Minnie-Mouse soprano. She gives her nose a squeeze. HONK!
You nod to answer yes. "Very good, heeheyaha" the headmistress giggles, and honks her nose again. "I am Headmistress, Francine. I read on your reports,heeheeyaha, that you've been getting picked on by everyone at your old school, heeheeyaha. Is that correct?" She honks her nose again, and this time the sounds seems almost inquisitive
You nod to answer yes again. "Well, I believe we can acccept you into this school, heeheeyaha." Francine says. Honk!
“There is one problem however,” Said Headmistress Francine as she looked you straight in the eye. “This school as you must have noticed is a school of clowns.”
“What do you mean?” you inquired. You cetainly noticed everyone here was dressed and acting like a clown, that was even in the brochure, and you expected you would have too as well.
“The school ground-they're magic." Now the headmistress's voice took a rather serious tone. and she didn't honk her nose. She moves back her chair and holds up her leg. The headmistress then takes off the pink and yellow polka dotted pancake-toed mary jane clown shoe she wears, and you see underneath the orange and white striped sock her foot seems really big enough and properly shaped to fit that shoe. Not stopping there, she removes the sock, and
“So, I am transforming into a clown too?” you inquired. "And I'll look like one for the rest of my life?
“Yes and no, you can’t transform just by walking into school grounds, you could leave now and be totally fine.” Explained Francine “It’s like radiation, one or two x-rays will not hurt your body but a couple of million will.”
“I see,” you answer
“I am surprised your parents didn’t bring this up with you? I told them all about it over the phone.” Inquired Francine
“My parents told me I would have to make some life changing choices, but I thought it was just the school not this.” You explain.
“I see, now if you decide to stay you will become a clown” Explained the headmistress “And you won't just look like a clown-you will be compelled to behave like one. But do note, if you do stay here, you will revert back to your 'normal' self whenever you leave the school grounds, and change back when you return. When you leave, you will then gain the ability to become a clown at will-although it will be easiest when you are in a jolly mood. There's a good chance that some of theclowns you might have seen in a parade, or circuss or birthday party were former students of ours.
"However, I must tell you that there are aspects of the change that will affect even your 'normal' self. For many, the metabolism becomes rather sluggish and they become rather chubby-although as you can see by me it does not happen to all of us, and otherwise they are perfectly healthy. Another thing I must ask, is there any history of baldness in your family?"
"Well," you reply, "my dad is in his mid-forties and still has most of his hair. However, his brother my uncle David is bald, and so are most of the older men on mom's side of the family."
The headmistress merely nodded. "Nearly half of all the males, both students and faculty, become at least partially bald from the change; this is especially the case if they have a family history of baldness." Your hand flies to your head; the thought of going bald so young makes you nervous. "It doesn't happen with the initial change, but over a matter of weeks or months-after you've become a clown, you may notice your hairline receding or your hair thinning. Its sometimes happens to girls too, but far less often. If it does happen to you, your hair will grow back whenever you revert to 'normal,' but it indicates that you will go bald later in life, most likely before even reaching middle age."
“I see…” you answer. You run a hand through your hair; the thought of going bald so young makes you nervous.
The little circles at the corners of the headmistress's mouth quiver upward in mirth. "The type of clown you turn into will depend a lot on your personality, although traits you may be repressing will be a factor. So will your academic record; our top studenta are all classic whitefaces while the lowest performers are hoboes or bag ladies." She looks into a folder. "By your school records and psychological profile, you will most likey become either a comedy whiteface or august; however if your academic performance improves you may progress to a classic whiteface, if it drops you likewise will regress to a hobo.
“Now if you stay, I recommend you take a couple of days to talk with some of our other students to help you become accustomed to the change,” advised Francine as you nod your head in understanding. "One thing that effects all students and facalty-your nose will swell into a red ball that will honk when squeezed, and your feet will grow larger like mine. You will also punctuate your words with guffaws and giggles, and on impulse honk your nose-except when yur trying to be serious, like I am now."
“How long?” you inquire.
“48 hours would be best but no more than 72,” answered Francine, her tone now becoming sillier. "I will get someone to lead you to your dorm.”
Honk! Honk!