Jacko giggled to himself diabolically and honked his nose as he next brought up his ex-girlfriend's profile
NAME: Cynthia Morgan
AGE: 16
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 115 lbs
HAIR: blonde
EYES: green
BREAST SIZE: CCC
WAIST SIZE: 8
SEXUAL ORINTATION: straight
Next Jacko typed in some changes: while everyone else remembered him as Jacko the Clown, Cynthia would still have her memories of the old Jack-for now. Then he typed in some changes he's do to her later-after she got here.
When he was done, Jack flipped open his cell phone and dialed Cynthia's number. "Hello?" Cynthia answered.
"Hey Cyn," answered Jacko, doing his best to sound like the old Jack. "Uh, I've got something I want to talk to you about; can you come over?"
"Why, sure!" Cynthia replied. "Be just a couple of minutes."
Jacko closed his cell phone, and dimmed the lights of his room. Luckily his parents were out of town with his little brother and sister. Jacko had plans for them when they came back tonight, but they'd have to wait. For now-Cynthia would be his first victim.
*****
Cynthia lived only a a block away from Jack's house, she was able to walk to it in less than fifteen minutes.
She wondered why Jack called her. Maybe he wanted to start dating again. She hoped so; she hadn't taken the break-up well and had been hoping to get back together with him.
She found his house with the lights out; the door closed but unlocked. She walked in, calling out, "Jack?"
"I'm up here in my room." Cynthia frowned; Jack voice sounded-well funny, for lack of a better word. "I have something I want to show you, come up here."
Shrugging, Cynthia walked up the stairs and dow the hall on the left. She opened the door and found the light turned off. "Jack?"
"Turn on the light, Cynthia."
Cynthia did-and nearly had a heart attack. "Jack?" she cried out. "Is this some sort of crazy joke?"
"It is." Jacko replied. "The greatest joke ever played, one that will be played soon on the whole town."
"What do you mean?"
Jacko touched his big red nose. "Pull."
Cynthia did. HONK! The nose didn't come off. "You've got it glued on pretty tight."
"It's not glued. It's my real nose." Jacko took Cynthia by the wrist and made her rub her hand over his smoothy, shiny white bald head. He had to fight to control himself, the sensation was making him horny. "I'm not wearing make up, he he. This is who I am, who I always was, who I always will be. I'm now 100% clown in body and mind."
He reached down and tapped a key on the computer. "And soon, so will you be."