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Tamara Gets Clowned

added 21 hours ago BM O Clothes Mental Feet

Tamara slowly opened her eyes and was suddenly aware of a touch of red at the bottom of her field of vision. She reached for her face and gasped to see her hand was in a bright yellow. She looked down at her body and saw that not only was her other hand gloved as well, but her entire outfit had changed. She now wore a baggy white blouse with multicolored polka dots and baggy sleeves, covered by a knee length red apron dress covered with white polka dots. Under the knee length skirt, she wore bloomers that matched her blouse and red, white, and yellow striped socks. Her feet were encased in size '12' pancake toed mary janes that matched her apron dress.
Slowly Tamara got to her feet and walked-or rather waddled, it felt like she was wearing swimming flippers-to a nearby hall mirror. She looked at her reflection and her eyes went wide.
Tamara's complexion, at least what was visible, was now a light sugary pinkish color. Patches of white had formed around her eyes, reaching up to her forehead with black arches for eyebrows, giving her a surprised look. Inside, her eyelids were shaded orange and outlined in black, with long, wide black curly eyelashes. Around her mouth a white muzzle had formed, bordered with red blush that spread across her cheeks with three black freckles on each. Inside her muzzle, Tamara's lower lip was red and curled into a dainty red clown smile. Her blond-brown hair was now neon yellow and curled into ringlets; on each side of her head Tamara's hair was pulled and held by red scrunchies into bobbing twin tails.
At the very center of Tamara's face, her nose was a perfect sphere, red, round, and shiny. Gingerly she touched it and gave a squeeze.
HONK!
"Oh Tammy." Tamara turned and saw the receptionist from earlier. "I see you're ready; we've got the playroom set up for your performance today. Now Tamara was suddenly aware of a name tag on her right lapel of her dress that read 'Tammy T. Clown.'
Realizing she had no choice, the eight-year-old auguste clown waddled after the receptionist towards the playroom. As she entered....


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