Karen Clark woke up at the sound of Rachel giggling. "What's that girl so happy about?" she muttered. Since graduating high school, Rachel had done little else but lounge around the house and go shopping with her friends. Karen loved her daughter, but she wished the girl would get a job if she wasn't going to college.
Even though the day was Saturday and she didn't have to work, Karen decided to get out of bed; she was too awake to go back to sleep.
Yawning, she walked out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
On the table she saw the box of chocolates. "Rachel must have ordered them,' she decided. Frowning, Karen vowed that she'd need to have a talk with her daughter about the value of money.
Still, no point in letting them go to waste. She took one out and bit into it-then noticed the sign on the box. "He he he he he he he," she giggled. How silly, she thought, that chocolates could change a person into somthing else. "He he he he he he he."
While she was giggling, she failed to notice her fine porcelin skin becomeing a bright orange-or her strawberry-blond hair curl up into an afro, and become green with orange highlights. Or the creamy white patches forming around her mouth and eyes, the blue-black eyeblows forming on her forehead, the red blush around her muzzle, or the new black color of her lips. Or even the way both her breasts and butt expanded.
Karen didn't even notice the changes to her clothes-how her green bathrobe turned into a frilly clown dress adorned with pink roses and orange blossoms, and how her slippers became bubble-toed mary-janes. She even laughed as her nose swelled up to a big red clown nose, the size of a tennis ball.
"Mom?" Karen heard a squeaky voice say behind her. Karen turned and saw a young whiteface clown in a pretty red and white dress staring back at her. "Mom, did you eat those chocolates?"
"Why, yes I did Rachel!" Karen replied. "I'm glad you bought them; they're so good!"
Rachel couldn't beleive it. Like herself, her mother had been turned into a clown. But she seemed to have no idea what hade just happened.
"Ah mom, since I made breakfast, why don't you do the dishes?" she asked.
"Sure thing honey!" Karen replied. Even though she was Rachel's mother, Karen was only an auguste while her daughter was a whiteface; she'd have to do whatever Rachel said.