It had been six months since Jenny’s transformation into a clown, and it had not been easy to pick up her life when her friends decided not to help
her. The new Jenny had definitely thrown her family for a loop, her mother and father left confused and bewildered about their daughter as they
left her house. And her love life almost immediately went onto life support. The only guys who asked her out now were guys with fetishes, and
she wasn’t that desperate. Yet. The first week was the most intense as the news followed her night and day to give its viewers an appearance of
the only real live clown in the world. Jenny became an instant celebrity in the way a person with an unusual feature only could. Luckily as the
weeks went by people had enough of the real live clown, and she only had to put up with gawkers on the street when she went out.
Jenny eventually forgave her roommates for not helping her, and they never seemed to get bored with making her act like a clown, or squeeze
various parts of her to see what sounds they would make. Abby learned the hard way not to squeeze her waist too hard when a burp from Jenny
blew her hair back and made it cartoonishly stiff. Two weeks and 36 bottles of gel and it still had a hard time taking any other shape.
And Jenny still had her work. Work had not been kind to the once beautiful Jenny. It was hard for her to be taken serious as a paralegal when her
bosses just wanted to see her do pratfalls, but this was her life and she was determined to make it work. Even as a clown.
She waddled into work in her custom tailored pink women’s suit and white and red striped power tie, and it had to be custom tailored since she
was basically a ball with big tits and a fat ass. She couldn’t help herself and often ordered normal clothes in bright colors to make herself stand
out, despite not really wanting to. “Just the curse of being a clown,” she grumbled. Her feet squeaked in her size 18 sling back heels. She tied
her pink ringlets back in two ponytails, and wore a pair of white four-fingered gloves. “God I hate my life,” Jenny muttered as she knocked on her
boss’s door.
“Come in,” a voice came from the other side, and Jenny opened the door. Inside was her boss Tom Carlyle, and Jenny hated how he delighted in
her clown appearance. Jenny suspected he was one of those guys with a fetish for clowns. “Ah Jenny,” he said happily as he walked over and
kissed her on the cheek and honked her nose. HONK! Jenny hated that he did this, but he never went further nor did he give her the hint that he
would, so she just chalked it up to one of the things she would have to put up with seeing as how no one else would probably give her a job
outside a kid’s birthday party. “Come in and sit down Jen,” Mr. Carlyle motioned to the chair in front of his desk.
“I’d rather stand sir,” Jenny blushed, making her pink hued cheeks even pinker.
“Why would you…? Oh yeah. Jenny you can sit, I promise I won’t comment, don’t force yourself to stand because you may get embarrassed. “
Jenny sighed and did as she was encouraged. She took the seat in front of the desk, and closed her eyes in embarrassment as a fart sound came
form the two whoopee cushions that were now her butt. “Oh God.”
“Jenny don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal,” Mr. Carlyle told her trying to be supportive.
“Can we please just move on?” Jenny asked as a tear ran down her cheek. Mr. Carlyle nodded and sat down in his own chair. “So what did you
need to see me for sir?”