Authors note: this story here is intended to be different than most, as unlike in most TF stories the subjects do not actually turn into clowns; they remain normal humans simply wearing costumes and makeup. Anybody who wishes to write chapters here, please keep this in mind.
When Gina Danvers was first offered the choice of transferring to the Griebling Academy, she took it up immediately. Sure, she always thought clowns were annoying, but spending her remaining high school years having to dress like one had to be better than serving in Juvenal Hall, and then being cut off from her family's money.
Now she was having second thoughts.
Gina had been a very stereotypical spoiled rich girl. She attended prestigious private schools that her father, the CEO had made big donations to but had been kicked out of every single one. She also went on shopping sprees that ran up huge credit card bills for her father, the CEO of a major tech firm, and had been featured on sex tapes that went viral.
But when she had been caught shoplifting, her father had finally drawn the line. He paid her bail and pulled strings to have the matter settled out of court. But then he showed her the brochure for Griebling Academy and told her that she would either transfer to there, or he would allow for charges to be pressed against her. Which would not only mean months in juvie, but also being disowned and kicked out when she turned eighteen.
So now here she was, sitting in the office of the student admission officer, who, like all the people at this school, except for visiting relatives or very young children of adult staff that she'd seen, was dressed like a clown.
"My, my," giggled the SAO, who stared at her from rainbow framed glasses resting beside a golf ball sized red nose. "You got yourself quite a list, heeheeyaha." She squeezed the shiny red orb. HONK! "Just the kind of problem child our Black Nose Program was created for." Honk!
"What does that mean?" Gina asked dryly.
"You've read our brochure, haven't you?" Gina nodded. "You already know you're being assigned as a bag lady, don't you?" Gina nodded again, dreading the thought that as long as she was here, she'd be wearing dull and ragged looking clothes. "Well, Black Nose hoboes and bag ladies are the most misbehaved of the lot. Instead of wearing a red clown nose like most, you'll be wearing a black one to mark you." The SAO tapped her own nose. "It also means you will have to get up at the crack of dawn to be given work assingments after you put on your face, and when not in class you'll be assisting the cleaning and kitchen staffs, heeheeyaha." HONK! "Not only that, but you will be subject to whatever pranks the whitefaces, augustes, and even the other hoboes or bag ladies pull on you, and you will have to take it. What's more, in class if teachers call on you, and you give a wrong answer, you will be subject to things even more humiliating than being sprayed with seltzer or smacked with a pie."
"Like what?"
The red circles at the corners of the SAO's red clown smile wiggled, and there was a gleam in her eyes. "You'll find out, heeheeyaha. But behave yourself and do as your told, by next semester you'll be taken off the Black Nose program. Your grades improve, heeheeyaha, and you'll be promoted to auguste, or maybe even a whiteface."
Gina didn't care about that at all; she just wanted to get her school years over with and get back to her family home and money. "Whatever," she muttered, and rolled her eyes.
The SAO chuckled. "You've got the gloomy and grumpy attitude down already, heeheyaha." She wrote on a few papers and handed them to Gina. "Your guide should now be ready to take you to get your new face, heeheeyaha."
Honk! Honk!
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"Here's your honker," the auguste facial designer, who, Gina learned, was also the art teacher, laughed cheerfully as glue a black nose a little smaller than a tennis ball to Gina's face, and gave it a squeeze. Instead of the usual sharp Honk! like most clown noses it sounded dull and flat, like a foghorn.
"This here's just a start," Gina's makeup was rather simple-the hollows of her eyes were filled with pale white greasepaint that stretched halfway up to her forehead and topped with arched black eyebrows. A small white muzzle was painted around her mouth and her lower lip was black. Gina's cheeks were rouged a dull red and the rest of her face was painted in a peach foundation. Gina had to admit that it did project the glum way she was feeling rather well.
She was also given a step-by-step instruction course in how to apply and remove the makeup, including how to set it with the special powder she was given along with tubes of greasepaint and makeup applicators. "Now you only take it off, along with your nose, at night, right before you go to bed. Normally, the only one who usually sees your actual face is your roommate-although if you find a guy and get serious with him, you might reveal your faces when alone together..."
Gina rolled her eyes; she wasn't really interested in dating right now-especially a guy who spent most of his time dressed like a clown.
"As time goes on, you can learn how to express yourself by adding touch ups like freckles on your cheeks, or fake eyelashes-although there are even some bag ladies who copy the hobo boys and paint beards around their muzzles and dress in male-like fashion!"
Gina only listened with a half-interested ear; she felt that if she could wear the fancy name brands she was used too, she might as well wear rags.
Once Gina was sure she had the makeup lesson down, Gina dress in a basic bag-lady outfit-a pink and white striped long sleeve turtleneck black jumper, as an afterthought she added blue kerchief headband over her brown hair. Finally, she placed her feet into a pair of bubble toed black and white mary janes; to her surprise the big shoes were very comfortable to walk in.
The whiteface guide poked his head in the door. "You ready to go to your dorm and meet your new roommate?" her asked, then honked his nose.
Gina nodded. "Sure, let's go." Seemingly on impulse, she squeezed her black nose.
WHOO-WHOO!