"I want the full body treatment," you say.
"Very well," repeats the face paint lady. "You'll have to stand up please."
You get out of your seat and stand before her. "It's a good thing you are already naked; otherwise I'd have to ask you to take off your clothes."
Witch a sponge, she applies the same orangish-reddish paint she put on your face all over your body. She rubs it over your arms, your chest, your legs, even over your-well you know. You fell a strange tingling coursing through your body, especially your feet. You look down and see that now your feet are ridicuously long for a five year old boy and you have toes at least six inches wide.
"Now put these on," the facepaint lady says, and holds before you a pair of lage red and white polka-dot boxers. "You look cute naked, but not everyone will agree, and it is important that a clown avoids offending people." You nod and put them on.
"Now to do your hair." The face paint lady picks up a hair brush and spraycan, and plies them both to your hair. As she works, your hair turns fire engine red, and curls into an afro. It is short lived, however, as she put down the brush and spraycan, and picks up a different spraycan and a comb. As she works these on the top of your head despite being still a child the hair on top falls out, leaving a thick curly mass of red hair surrounding an otherwise bald head. "You'll be able to change the color and style of your remaining hair," says the face paint lady, "but now you are partially bald for life. Does that bother you?"
"No lady," you say as you rub your new smooth scalp.
Next she paints your fingernails and toenails the same red as the hair surrounding you head, then holds up a small spraycan. "Open wide," she says. You do, and she sprays something that tastes like peppermint into your mouth.
"What's that do?" you ask, then realize you just answered your own question. For your voice was a couple of pitchjes higher and had a goofy lilt.
"A clown has to have a funny voice," says the face paint lady. "Now let's get you properly dressed."
She leads you to a little dressing room out back filled with all types of clown clothes. She helps you get dressed into a pair of red and white striped socks, a pair of baggy blue pants, a red and white striped shirt, and a blue vest. The face paint lady put a puffy blue bow tie at you neck, helps your feet into a pair of bubble-toed clown sneakers, and finally places a tiny blue derby on top of your bald head. She leads you to a full length mirror. "Now have a look at yourself."
As she look at the clown in the mirror, new memories fill your head of your life as a clown, and how you love to make people laugh and smile. Your memories of your parents fade as new ones of two funny silly clowns come into your mind. You know all sorts of jokes, both practical and impractical, and you even remember how you started going bald at four. You didn't mind because it made you look silly and clowns are supposed to look silly.
You are now fully a clown in body and mind and a new life awaits you...