The clown lady stare into your eyes; you stare back unable to move. "You know," she says with her sexy giggle, "I've ofton wanted to do something like this to the real J-Lo."
She reaches out and touches you; you feel a tingling sensation all over as her milky white hands go up and down, over your breasts, your thighs, you arms, and even your feet. Everywhere she touches your complexion changes from Jennifer Lopez's dusky tan to pale peach.
She brings her hands up to your face and, gently holding your jaw in her palms, presses her thumbs over your eyes.
Although you are not looking in a mirror you brain still registers what is happening. The areas around your eyes she touches become as milky white as her skin. Then she does the same around your mouth, giving you a wide, smiling muzzle. With each move of her thumb the more silly you look and the more you like looking silly.
She next traces on your lower lip, giving you a small black smile inside the muzzle and wide black eyebrows on your forehead.
The clown-lady giggles again. "You are so pretty," she whispers, "so swieet. And so silly."
Her two forefingers trace around your muzzle, giving the area around your mouth mouth, from your cheeks to you chin a deep red hear shape.
As she does this other changes are rippling through your body. Your hair becomes bushy and orange, and styles itself into a bouffant.
Your breasts and your buttocks expand until their almost-but not quite-as big as her own. Your eyelashes triple in length and thicken, while your feet stretch and widen into ridicuously long clown feet.
For a final touch, the clown lady touched the end of your nose. As sheplays with it it turns red and grows, until it's a bulbous clown nose biger than her own-but you like it, it makes you look sooo funny and silly.
Laughing, she pokes your new nose. HONK! You feel a wave of pleasure, like when you were rubbing your new clit just a few minutes ago. "Well, J-Lo-or should I say J-LoLo?" You blink then nod. J-LoLo is a good name for you, it suits what you now are. "Are you happy with your transformation now?"
You nod and honk your nose several times. "I love it!" you cry in a squeaky girly voice.
"In that case," the clown lady waves her hand to your room, which is now covered with striped a polka dotted wallpaper and floor ed pink and white dotted carpet, "why don't we both get dress and put some smiles on people's faces?"