You look at the list and trace your eyes up and down.
"hmmm...well...the clown post is just calling for me." You say and laugh as you follow the ringmaster to a trailer, upon opening the door you see a man. Dressed in a smart suit, wearing a cape, black on the outside, while red on the inside. "Mesmero here will fill you in on what the clown posting is all about." With that, the ringmaster quickly left as Mesmero started to speak.
"Clown eh?" he asks as he taps you with is wand as he passes, you feel a little tingly as your skin starts to fade from its normal colour to a creamy white. You shiver and nod as your eyebrows slowly recede into your head; slowly they are replaced with what appears to be black make-up, two long, thin, high arching lines. You felt slightly giddy; you let out a little chuckle and say.
“I’m looking forward to being a clown. I’ve always wanted to be one.”
“Really?” she asks “Well…that’s good.” You smile…although you don’t notice it, you can’t stop as your lips plump up and become a permanent smile as they turn a happy red hue. Large pink dashes form on her cheeks, the rounded ends starting on the actual cheek and finishing in a point just beside the mouth, permanent blush. Throughout this entire time, a headache had formed and was starting to get larger and larger, you found new memories creeping in..replacing old ones…learning how to ride a bicycle with your father turned into learning to ride a unicycle with…a clown…no…your father and learning how to be a funny clown. Small blue triangles appeared just below and above your eyes as your hair turned the same shade of blue and curled up into an afro. It was short lived though as all the hair atop of your head fell out despite your young age, leaving you with blue curly hair around the back of your head and a large shiny head where the hair atop it used to be. The tip of your nose inflated into a ball and turned the same red as your lips.
“Your turning out well mr….what was your name again?” she asks smiling. You shake your head, opening your eyes…you ignore the nose as if it was…normal…”That’s easy.” You say. However when you open your mouth...no words escape…you can’t remember. You dig into your pocket and take out your ID…upon opening it you see a picture of a clown…no...that’s you….yeah…you were born a clown, you look at your name and laughing say to Mesmero. “Buttons The Clown” you say as back at your house your family shift into clowns just like you…even your little baby brother who now sits in a polka-dotted diaper, honking his nose, giggling. Your “Employee of the month” plaque also changes now saying:
“Clown of the Year”
Buttons T. Clown
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The furniture and wallpaper shifts becoming clownified in colour and style, even your bicycle changes…leaving you with a polka-dotted unicycle…but its nothing unusual…you were always a clown…as was your family…you always worked in a circus…except when you went to school that is…you loved to have people laugh at you and to be silly.
You laugh as your clothes shift…your t-shit becomes white...with red polka-dots as a large red and white stripped bow tie appears around your neck. A small flower appears on the shirt as your pants become as wide as a hula-hoop at the waist and fall down, revealing your heart covered boxes. You pick them up only to discover that not only are they wide at the waist…but the actual legs of your pants finish halfway between your knee and ankle, it doesn’t bother you though, its funny so its alright. Large multi-coloured suspenders stretch over your shoulders keeping the ridiculous yellow with blue polka-dotted pants up. The high legs leave a fantastic view of your multi-coloured socks. Your feet slowly lengthen straining against your shoes before they start to stretch with them, leaving you with long clown feet as the front of the shoes bulge out and the shoes turn red and the laces turn yellow, leaving you a full clown…in look and mind…or are you?...