Sally watched her now clowned friend preen herself in the mirror, checking her nose was nice and pert, making it honk loudly a few times a few times. HONK! HONK!
From what Sally could guess, her friend was starting to act more and more weirder. Robin attempted to sniff the flower on her dress only to have it squirt in her face, much to her own amusement as she giggled while it squirted her.
"Robin?...Are you okay?" She asks carefully.
Robin giggled and turned around, bouncing on her feet.
"I feel fine and dandy Sally!" Robin said with a giggle and another HONK! "You also look like you'll be fine!" she said enthusiastically.
'Be fine?...' Sally thought, and as soon as Robin stepped away from the mirror, she saw it, a red dot was on the end of her nose...
It started to get bigger and bigger until it was the size of a tennis ball, exactly like her friends. Thats where the similarities stopped however as Sally's mouth turned white and arced into a smile as a...5 o'clock shadow appeared on her. On feeling it she was relieved to find it wasn't real, but painted on..but it was real at the same time...the 'paint' wouldn't come off.
Pink blush spread over her cheeks as white eyeshadow appears on her, stretching up to her new heightened, drawn on eyebrows.
Sally, although shocked, started to giggle, not able to help it. "Hehehe..oh god...hehehe...its happenhehe...happening to me!"
Her hair became disheveled and wavy as it gained a slightly blue tint, still appearing brownish, except when the light hit it right.
Her clothes morphed into a clown dress similar to her friends, but done in a dull tweed plaid design, the occasional bright patches of colour where her dress had been ripped or damaged, only to be fixed using clown clothing patterns. Sally giggled as she watched her shoes become large size 17 clown shoes, albeit worn.
As she watches, Robin comes up behind her, grabs her underwear under the dress and pulls up, giving Sally a wedgie.
Normally...Sally would despise her friend and not talk to her for weeks if she done something like this. But this wasn't 'just' Sally anymore. Sally giggled and her cheeks blush, the pink turning to red, at the same time, her grin widened. She loved being embarrassed, she loved being the butt end of jokes. That was the lot of a hobo clown, to always be on the butt end of others jokes...but they liked it...as did Sally as she grinned wide, her friend giving her a wedgie.