In the closet on a hanger is an odd looking assortment of things. Quickly you pull out one
of the hangers.
You discover the item on it is a bright pink and green pair of pants. One leg side is all
bright green and the other is bright pink. the pants reach just past your knees where frilly
flares of the opposite color droop outward. form these leggings that are the original colors
of the sides cover your feet.
The next hanger has a top split much like the pants only the opposite sides are colored.
there is a large frilly 'skirt' at the bottom of the shirt which literally sticks straight out from
your waist. Large goofy looking buttons go up the front and a color that is like the
mismatched 'skirt' . The sleeves are big and poofy and end at mid-upper arm they
mismatch the outfit like the rest with pink on the mainly green and vice versa. From which
opposite colored skin tight sleeves stretch down a decent length.
On the last hanger you find only to items. Gloves with frilly wrists that are evident to
mismatch their sides and a hat like what you remember seeing in pictures of jesters. the
hat has two dropping spikes with large round holes on the ends. It's colors mismatch the
shirt.
look at the clothes and decided that there is no way on earth your going to wear that. So
you begin to put it back in the closet. First you put the you pick up the hanger with the hat
and gloves as you lift it to put it back on the rack the hat falls off onto your head.
You grab at it as it sinks over your eyes but you can't seem to pull it loose. Suddenly you
feel something wrapping around your body. You feel warm fabric engulfing you body as
you struggle with the hat as it begins to rub over your face and run through your hair. As
you struggle against your cloth captors you stumble and fall onto the bed, as you feel
something cover your bare torso. and squeeze tightly against the sensitive skin. Soon you
feel your legs and hands covered too. then you feel something slid up your feet and clam
tightly to your legs. finally the hat stops rubbing against you and you push back the two
points and look in the full length mirror to seem what happened. All you can do is scream.
staring at you from the mirror is a harlequin girl whose outfit although it matched the
clothing from the closet didn't fit like you would have expected. the girl, you, wore a pair
of boot-like shoes with long curled toes bells dangling from the tips, which you had over
looked in the closet. The boots riding up to her mid-calf. About three inches below and
above your knees were visible. The visible skin was a pale white. Above it was two
mismatched frills before the extremely short shorts like the pants that had been the
hanger.
Most of your now white stomach showed until a little frill that stuck out began the shirt.
it's sleeves now stopped at the middle you forearm wear the gloves began.the shirts
neckline seemed to have sunk and widened revealing a generous of pale white cleavage.
your pale neck lead up to your face.
Like the rest of your body you face was white but it bore generous amounts of make-up
you lips were now a bright pink to match your outfit and you eyes were surrounded by
think lines of green eye shadow that bore down to the top of your cheeks and up into your
forehead. you nose was covered in green paint and you bore to very distinct round dots of
pink on each cheek.
on your head rest the hat that had jumped you. but from the holes in the ends you noticed
long flowing hair, your hair! except now it was solidly streaked in either bright pink or
bright green and hung down past your butt greased together in pigtail-like forms.
All in all you thought you looked like a clown hooker. you wanted to scream to try and
bash
the mirror image facing you. how could you have been turned into a eighteen year old
clown freak? in less than twenty-four hours?