"Far away from here!" Jeff shouted as he shoved the clowngirl aside. But before he could reach the exit, he was blocked by two big, musclebound clowns-and they looked like scary clowns, not the goofy, silly clowns Jeff, Ben, and the other men in the club had just turned into.
One of them, who looked like a very pissed-off hobo clown, grabbed Jeff's arms. The clowngirl Jeff had shoved walked up; Jeff caught the whiff of her perfume, which had a very strong scent of cotton candy. "You ain't going nowhere, cutie."
Jeff looked all around him. All the men in the club had been turned into clowns. The clowngirls had attached leashes around their necks, and were dragging them away to the doors beside the stage-some seemed to follow them willingly laughing and giggling, others like Ben and David were struggling and screaming to be let go. "What's going to happen to them?" Jeff asked.
"Some, once they've been properly trained and broken in, will get sold to circuses-what, you thought people willingly did such a humiliating job for a living? Others to agencies that book them for kids' birthday parties and still others-you'd be surprised what fetishes some rich people have." The clowngirl chuckled then gave a rather sexy pout. "It's your birthday isn't it?"
"How'd you know that?"
"If it's your birthday, the change won't work on you-until 24 hours have passed." She gave as close to a frown as she could, then giggled. "Bubbles! Give me the Funnywack!"
"Sure thing Marliquinn." A clowngirl with an orangish complexion and green hair walked up to the first. 'Marliquinn?' Jeff thought. 'That's her name?'
Bubbles handed Marliquinn funny-looking mallet that looked like it was made of balloons. "What are you going to do with that," Jeff asked sardonically, "play my ribcage like a xylophone?"
"Something like that." Marliquinn raised the mallet and brought it down on Jeff's head. WHACK! and everything went black.
*****
Jeff came to; he saw a touch of red right beteen his eyes. He found himself strapped to a vertical table. He looked down and saw to his relief his body hadn't changed-although all he was wearing was a ridculusly oversized pair of heart covered boxer shorts held up by rainbow suspenders.
Looking around him, he saw the room was painted white and covered with colored polka dots.
There was a mirror to the right of him; Jeff saw he was wearing a big red clown nose-although it was obviously fake, held to his face by an elastic string.
The door in front of Jeff opened; Marliquinn, Bubbles, and several other clowngirls came in. They had changed into what looked like dominatrix clown suits. They were also barefoot-Jeff's eyes widened to see their feet really WERE that big.
Marliquinn waddled to Jeff; she giggled as she tickled his face with a riding crop. "Until you start to change, birthday boy," she said, and her companions chortled, "me and my girls are really going to have some fun."