As Johnny cried, he became aware of how his voice changed. It now sounded-well, funnier, a couple of pitches deeper and with a jolly lilt.
Johnny then sneezed, and suddenly was now aware of a touch of red at the bottom of his field of vision. He felt his nose; it was perfect sphere and roughly the size of a tennis ball. He gulped and gave it a squeeze.
HONK!
As if on cue, the lights in the room turned brighter. Johnny looked down at his body, and saw along with his new feet, his skin had now become a peachy pink. His tank-top and boxer shorts were now a lot baggier; the boxers were now blue with red polka dots while the tank top a swirled tie-dyed pattern of the same colors. His clothes in fact were so baggy that Johnny needed a couple of seconds to realize he had gained about twenty pounds, making him, well, a little chubby.
Johnny managed to get to his feet, and after fifteen seconds, found he could walk at a slow waddle.
He made his way to a mirror he spied on the interior of the entrance door. Looking into the silvered glass, Johnny gasped at the reflection staring back at him.
Johnny's face was rounder now, especially his cheeks. Those cheeks were rouged a soft red, with three black dots for freckles inside. Around Johnny's eyes were white patches that reached up to his forehead. Each had a vertical black bar inside and was topped by black arches for eyebrows, giving him a surprised look. Around his mouth a white muzzle had formed with his lower lip turned black into a clown smile that made his mouth open. At the very center of Johnny's face, of course, was his big round red nose.
Johnny's biggest shock was his hair. From in front of his ears to the back of his head, Johnny's hair had exploded into a ted bass of curls that stretched halfway across his shoulders. The top of his head however, was bald and smooth.
Johnny had become a clown. An auguste clown.