Your pudgy hands slide costumes along the rack, inspecting each and every one of them. Each one of them caused your cock to jump as your Uncles magic clearly had given you quite a few fetishes that matched his own. However in the sliding one costume seemed to call to you like a siren.
A ratty old dull suit that was very threadbare around he cuffs and lapels, a dirty off-white shirt and dark grubby pants to go with it. Where this differed from simply being an old ratty suit you'd see some vagrant wear was the almost comically colourful contrasting bow tie around the shirt, it was brown with bright orange polka-dots. Then there was the shoes which were scuffed black shoes but towards the ends they bulged out into paddle like shoes. They were clearly shoes meant for a clown. At various places over the suit blazer and pants, there were a few colourful patches where clearly a large enough hole had emerged only to be fixed by garish patterned cloth. A blue with red polka-dotted patch here, Red and yellow stripped patch there, you took notice there was clearly one over the butt of the pants. Completing the look was a black bowler hat with a contrasting yellow band.
Huh. You seem to recall going to the circus when you were young and seeing a couple of clowns like this, hobo clowns you think was the term? Your hands moved to push the costume aside, that's when you heard the calliope music in your head and you found your hands removing the costume from the rack. "Be Uncles fool" a voice says inside your head...at least you think that's what it said, maybe it was just your imagination. Why not give it a try...you think to yourself as you start to pull on the pants, as soon as you do, you feel tingling shooting through your body which only intensifies as you slip on the shirt, bow tie, blazer and finally the shoes.
You cough as you realise, fuck the costume reeks, something you hadn't noticed before...nor did you care thanks to your new slob personality, if anything it made your cock jump BOING...wait...did...nah was probably just your imagination. Waddling over to the mirror, not noticing that each step in the oversized shoes become easier and easier with each step you peer into it and admire the outfit. You did look like a hobo with a pair of oversized shoes, garish bow tie and strange taste in repair jobs. Scratching your itchy beard you started to consider if you wanted this or not before POP. A touch of red at the base of your vision caused you to look at it cross eyed, not realising how ridiculous that was when you had a mirror right there in front of you. Turning back to the mirror you saw that your nose had turned red an bulged up into a bright round red clown nose. Watching your face continued to change as your skin took on a ruddy orange tone except around your eyes and mouth which turned a pale white. The white around the mouth was arced in a glum like expression. Little black lines appeared under your eyes as your eyebrows themselves became just black drawn on lines. A touch of rosy blush to your cheeks was next but not the final change as your beard started to pull into your face leaving you without a beard but a black painted on 'beard'.
Reaching up you felt your face and even tried to rub some of it off, but it wouldn't budge as if it wasn't even make-up, but your very skin. The thought cause another surge of arousal BOING. Looking down you were able to see your crotch go from normal to tented immediately in an almost comical way, the boing clearly your cock going from soft to hard. It seems clowns were either rock hard or not. Unaware as under the surface of your hat you were now bald on top but with unkempt brown hair in a perfect ring around your head which the bowler covered perfectly. Inside your brain it was doing more and more rewiring as later you'd find comforts like beds uncomfortable but bearable. After all you were a hobo, much more used to sleeping on the comfortable floor, or newspapers.