It had been a dull week at the office for Bailey. As always, she had born the brunt of the complaints against her boss, and he had rewarded her
with... sexual harassment. She wouldn't dare report him as she did have quite a plush salary, but nevertheless, he was a pain. Quite simply,
Bailey needed some fun in her life. So when she spotted a small novelty store on her way home through Chinatown, she was intrigued.
Stepping inside the store, she was overcome with a plethora of aromas. Sea salt. Oranges. And interestingly enough, Cotton Candy.
"Hello, miss. How may I elp ou?," the store's owner said in broken English, startling Bailey out of her daze.
"Oh! I'm just browsing," said Bailey, obviously taken aback the man's magical appearance.
As Bailey strode along the minuscule store's three aisles she noticed an ointment entitled "Essence of Clown." Intrigued by the ointment's odd
title, she purchased it for three dollars and headed home.
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When Bailey arrived home, she unwrapped the bottle and read it's faded inscription.
Essence of Clown
- This ointment is just what any suburban soccer mom needs. Tired of being used and abused by ungrateful children or workers. Use Essence
of Clown and let all your worries drift away like a bright red balloon.
The oddity of the situation was arousing for Bailey, so she humbly squirted some of the ointment into her hand and began to rub it into her
skin.
The transformation happened faster than the fine print had advertised.
As the white lotion was spread along Bailey's unblemished skin, her body turned a pure milky white. When she looked up into the mirror, she
shrieked, and then shouted to no one in particular, "What happened?" But something sounded wrong. It was her voice. It was a good deal
higher and much more sensual. Almost like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and some cartoon character. As if the changes in her skin's
pigmentation and her voice weren't enough, she noticed her hair shifting colors.
It was then that her previously bland brown hair exploded outwards in an audible pop. It formed itself into a candy blue bouffant, secured by a
huge pink and yellow hairbow resting upon the outlandish hair-do's center. Bailey wondered how she would live with such an outlandish hair
style, but then she realized that everything about her was changing. It's not like she could ever be normal again with her pure white skin.
The next thing to happen was peculiar even by the standards of Bailey's new circumstances. All of her clothes disappeared, save for her
undergarments which changed drastically. Her previously conservative black underwear ballooned into a blue and pink striped diaper which
showcased her heart shaped posterior. Her bra shifted into a matching blue and pink garment. Admiring her newfound curves, Bailey gave her
hearty rear a wiggle, and it swayed enthusiastically. It was then that Bailey heard an odd hissing noise, almost like something rubbery
expanding. She glance down and found her breast were ballooning outwards to at least a 38DD. This was quite remarkable considering the
rest of her body remained relatively thin.
Another glance in her bathroom mirror confirmed what Bailey had expected, the hissing noise had not only accompanied the expansion of her
breasts, but also the growth of a petite red round nose. It was absolutely adorable.
Bailey's change was not over though. Next to change were her lips which changed shades to a perpetual cherry red and plumped slightly.
Following these changes to her face's structure, make-up swirled about her face. A pinkish blush formed on her cheeks and her eyes changed
color to the same candy blue as her hair. Also, her eyebrows arched eye and thinned so that she seemed to be constantly surprised.
Finally, Bailey's clothes reappeared. Except they too had changed. Her conservative business suit had morphed into a ruffly yellow hoop dress
with candy blue and pink polka-dots. It ended just below her beautiful posterior, so that all could laugh not only at her antics, but at her
impossible figure. Furthermore, a pair of pink bloomers popped into existence right below her dress and gave way to a pair of pink and yellow
tights. The tights were stunning, and seemed to make Bailey's perfect legs go on for miles. A pair of blue bubble-toed Mary Janes slid onto her
slightly enlarged feet completing her clown look, as a pair of white clown gloves ballooned around her hands.
Finally Bailey's transformation was complete. As she looked at herself in her re-shaped funhouse mirror, she pondered her changes as she
absent-mindedly twirled one of her hair-do's curly bangs. It was indeed a new future for the clown girl.
What now?