Quick as she could, Michelle got dressed. For Jaime's visit she decided to keep it simple-she put on a pink shirt and baby blue overalls, pink and white striped socks, and white border pink bubble-toed mary janes.
As soon as she got dressed she got a look at herself in the mirror. Her pink hair had curled into a mid sized afro with silver highlights while her 'makeup' was very simple-arched blow eyebrows over her white forehead, pink blush with freckes adorned her cheeks, and her eyelashes were dark black and long and curly enough to touch her new eyeblows. Michelle's lips were the same deep scarlet as her round nose and and her nails were pink.
The reflection looked Michelle up and down, as if inspecting a new item. "Not bad," the reflection repleid. "But it's missing something."
"Like what?" asked Michelle, or rather Pinkles as she was surely becoming. "Oh I know!" She rush back to her dresser, took at a pink and white bow, and placed it in her hair. Rushing back to the mirror, she asked, "How do I look now?"
The reflection gave a thumbs up. "Beautiful."
The was a knocking on the door downstairs. "It's Twinkles; go meet her."
"Twinkles?" Michelle remembered calling her friend that on the phone. "But her name's Jaime..."
The reflection grinned. "Soon enough, she'll be Twinkles."
"Okay," said Michelle, or Pinkles. She turned from the mirror and rushed out of her room and down the stairs as fast as her newly oversized feet would take her.
"Hi Twi-Jamie!" she called as she opened the door and a shocked looking Jamie stood in the doorway.
Jamie was the same age as Michelle, a mid-height African American girl who reguarly worked out led the shool girls' tennis team. She stood there several seconds, staring at the clown. "Michelle?"
"Oh Jamie!" Pinkles engulfed her friend in a tight hug. Something wonderful happened to me at camp! I became a clown!"
"That's what you wanted to tell me?" Jamie was puzzled. On the phone, Michelle had sounded funny(pun intended?) and Jamie thought something was seriously wrong, but she just wanted to tell Jamie about a new hobby she learned at camp? Jamie didn't even know it had been that kind of camp; she'd thought it weas one of those intro to nature kind of places.
"Oh yes!" Pinkles cried, and suddenly she kissed Jaimie on the nose. A little bit of red appeared on Jamie's nose. "Oh Jamie, it's wonderful!"
"Look Michelle, I'm glad you're enthusi-ah, ah-ahCHOO!" Now Jamie's dark ebony skin faded to a deep reddish orange-and in the center of her face was a peach-sized red clown nose. For the virus did more than turn Michelle into the clown Pinkles-she was now a carrier.
"What the $^%#$&%$%#$ is going on!" Jamie cried as she felt her new nose. It wasn't a rubber or foam ball it was her actual nose; she could feel her fingers probing through it.
"Isn't it obvious?" laugh Pinkles as she reached out and gave her firneds nose a squeeze. HONK! "You're becoming a clown too!"