he final change to the mother happened, her nose swelled up into a red clown nose, like her son's, but more effeminate. Meanwhile...Amy was sitting playing with the new doll she got for her birthday. She started to giggle, but only a little out of enjoyment this time, more on impulse. Her small jeans and tank top merged and shifted into a cute slik one-peice outfit of red on one side, black on another with frills and lace on the neck, arms and legs which extended slightly broader like parachute pants and sleeves. Her skin drained to a creamy white hue as her eyebrows became pencil thin and became exaggerated like her brothers and mothers as they were filled in with pink lines which also accented her eyes. Her lips turned red and widened into a slight and devious grin. A small red dot appeared on both her cheeks, giving her a really innocent, doll like appearance. Her hair is now done up in pigtails beneath a twin pointed red and black hat from which hung gently tingling bells. She went blank as the mental changes kicked in. She shook her head, looked down at her doll.
"Oh no...this will never do." she giggles and goes over to her felt tip pens, 5 minutes later she had finished, her doll now had a clown face just like hers. She giggled and hugged it.