Kelly walked into her clown studies class. She never particuarlly liked clowns although she didn't dislike them either. She only took the class becasue she figured it wouldn't be very hard and she needed a course filler.
Several other students were already sitting at there desks, including her roommates Jenine Jackson, a petite afrcan-American girl and Margo Crane, a tall blonde whose father was the richest man in the state. Both girls sat on either side of her.
They had all been sitting down at there desks when a plump female clown walked in. She was whitefaced with Blue diamonds around her eyes, wide red lips, and a big red nose nearly the size of a tennis ball. Her hair was neon red and curled into a stylish near-afro and she wore a matching red puffy dress covered with white polka dots.
The clown stood in front of the class. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, she said, a squeakish soprano voice. "I'm Gee Gee Dots, your clown studies professor. For the rest of the semester, and beyond if you decide to continue this course, all of you will be clowns. You will be cheering people up at hospitals and nursing homes, performing at corporate events, and even marchin in the city's parades."
The Gee Gee went on to explain about the various types of clowns, and their attributes: the whitefaces like her who were the aristocrats of the clown world and acted as leaders or straighmen; the augustes who were sometimes the butts of the whitefaces pranks but could also make them look like utter fools, and the hobo or bag lady, who were at the very bottom and the butts of everyone's jokes.
"Now by being clowns, I don't simply mean you will be putting on makeup before a performance and taking it off when you are done. You will truly BE clowns, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Open your desks."
Along with the rest of her class Kelly opened hers. Inside she found a case of what looked like various colors of grese paint, several makeup brushes, what looked like a tiny bicycle pump, acomb, a hairbrush, a can of hairspray, and a hand mirror.
"Take out the makeup, and the mirror," said the clown-professor. Kelly did, and so did the rest of her classmates. "it is special makeup, designed to bring out your inner clown. Now put it on. You don't need intructions, your hands will know what to do."
Kelly took the brushes and began to apply the makeup to her face. She felt a strange jolt of giddyness each time she painted on a new color; with each brushstoke she felt sillier and the more she liked feeling silly.
Finally, when she was done, Kelly picked uop her mirror and saw she had the face of a....