Mesmero stood, admiring his new creation. He stroked his chin for a moment when suddenly... aha! Inspiration hit. He taps on your shiny, bald clown head once more with his wand and you once again feel tingly all over.
Your curly blue hair shimmers as it becomes cotton candy pink, exploding outward from your head, completely covering your bald spot. It twists itself into to poofy ponytails on each side and with an audible "pop", a large comical hairbow appears right in the center of your new curly, pink boufant.
You gaze at yourself in the mirror, staring at the odd new weight on your head as it bounces and sways with every movement. How will you ever be able to even pass through doors with such a ridiculous hairdo... wait... You'll do it the same way you always have. You've always had big pink hair. Like mom. You love it. Audiences laugh at it and it goes with the big pink poodle who does tricks with you on stage.
As you primp your new hair, your clown nose shrinks down and daintly turns upward, though it's still too large for any normal human. Your eyelashes become instensely pronounced. Two banana yellow hoop earrings dangle from each of your porcelin earlobes. In general, your goofy male clown features shrink and soften into those of a pretty, girl clown. The hissing sounds of a balloon being inflated accompany your new massive boobs stretching into place. Along with your sizable, clownish rear end.
"Oh my," you remark in a Minnie Mouse-style soprano as you touch your breasts, each one making an adorable squeaking sound.
Your pants and shirt merge into a big, ruffly yellow dress with pink polka dots and puffy sleeves. The skirt juts out from your hips even wider than your silly hair, stopping just above your knees and revealing your white bloomers. You fuss for a moment with the big bow tied to your back and note that you now also sport red and white striped stockings that reveal your shapely, feminine legs--each one ending in a humorously large pink clown shoe.
Your attention is drawn to the big pink purse that hangs from one shoulder and once again you pull out a photo. This time, what was once a picture of you and your college buddies has become a picture of you and two clown-girl friends posing with your poodles. You sigh, rememebering the fun you had with Twinkles and Sprinkles, your best friends from Klown U. Unbeknowest to you, of course, Mesmero had altered reality yet again.
Your name, you knew, was Giggles T. Clown. And your whole life, you'd been a pretty, silly clown girl whose only goal was to make people of all ages laugh with your antics. You remember the Bozo the Clown lamp you had as a toddler in your old human life. Now, however, in this reality, it was poster you kept as a teenage girl clown. And you remember staring at it adoringly many nights, thinking about how hot and sexy he looked.
There was a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to see the ringmaster and Mesmero laughing at you, which of course, was great.
"Come, my sweet, it's time for your performance!" he says.
You check yourself once more in the mirror, amking sure you look suitably ridiculous, and begin to follow the ringmaster out as you walk in cute, short shuffling little steps. Your giant butt sways and your keep both hands in front of you, your gloved fingers outstretched.
Things had certainly changed.