Suddenly Jeff began to feel strangely off balance. He wobbled around trying to balance himself, but his feet felt too small. He rocked backward and fell into a what seemed to be an incredibly high chair. But when he turned to look down, he realized that his rear had inflated to comical proportions!
He struggled out of the seat and found he could walk again, but only because his feet had swelled in size as well. His shoes had changed, but they looked different from Ben and Dave's. They almost looked like--suddenly a pair of balloons obscured his view. Wait. Not balloons. Breasts! Jeff's chest inflated outward as his clothes turned into a frilly polk-dotted clown dress.
Something heavy was on his head. He turned to look in a mirror and let out a high-pitched squeak, covering his new red lips with a gloved hand. His hair was now pink and HUGE--tied with big bows into to bushy ponytails. His face was milky white and pretty with exaggerated eyeshadow, lashes, and a big red nose (though not as big as his friends').
"I'm a girl clown!" exclaimed Jeff. "What do we do now!?"
Without realizing it, he had begun to twirl his hair absent-mindedly and sway his poofy skirt from side to side.
"Look at you!" cried Dave. "You're... you're..."
"You're hot!" interupted Ben.
Something is happening to our minds, thought Jeff. I'm not a clown girl. I'm a human girl. Wait. No. I'm not a human. I'm a clown. I'm a clown. I've always been. A pretty girl clown. Just like mom.