"Ok, thanks" Jezebelle says as she heads through the curtain. She walks into a colorful room looking like a salon. The colors and patterns assault her drug hazed senses.
"Whoa" she feels a little dizzy
"Welcome, what can we do for yea?" A whiteface asks as she steadies Jezebelle
Jezebelle struggles to remember why she was here before replying "I need a clown nose and help with my hair"
"Great, we can do that. Your skin is pale but still a bit bright, do you need help with that too?"
Jezebelle glances at her arm seeing the pale smooth skin she had worked hard to keep. "Yea, thanks"
"Get undressed and we will get started" Jezeblle hesitated before stripping off her black gothic clothes. The whiteface directed her to a tanning bed and helped her in. Jezebelle wondered through the haze of the drugs and face paint, if she misunderstood when she said she wanted to keep her pale skin because a tanning booth would get rid of it. The thought was banished as the bed was turned on. Electricity started to run across her skin sending her even deeper into the haze of ecstasy. She focused enough and looked down her body and to her excitement she saw her body start to get paler. She giggled feeling silly and happy she smiled and her lips turned upward in to a smile that she would always have. The sparks ran down her head and chest and up her breasts and focused on her nipples. She felt a heat grow in between her legs as she began to get turned on, her nipples hardened becoming red before inflating to small red balls. She reached up rubbing her hands over her breast before starting to squeeze and play with her nipples. The sensation that they now provide was ten times than before causing her to gasp and arch her back in pleasure. The electricity continued down her body and legs before sweeping back up to her crotch, she felt herself begin to get wet and drip as the sparks closed in on her pussy. The sparks slowly found their target before rushing in on her clit, she screamed in orgasmic bliss as she felt her clit inflate push out of her hood to a tiny red ball. Reaching down with both hands she runs her hands over her crotch finding it now hairless before spreading her moist lips and finding the ball. Lightly running her fingers over it she finds that it too is much more sensitive than before.
The lights switched off but the tingling sensations throughout her body remained. 'This is better than any high I have been on' thought Jezebelle
The whiteface clown helped her up and Jezebelle spotted her reflection in a full length mirror. Her appearance was no longer gothic pale, her nipples stood out on her skin which was snow white. She lowered her eyes and saw a spot of red peeking out from between her legs. She began to laugh at her appearance feeling high, silly and free.
The whiteface helped her in to a bathrobe and to a chair where some other auguste clowns descended on her. They put her fingers to soak in bowls and put a device one of them called a nosegrapher on her nose.
"This will measure your nose and give you a new one to match your face" explained one of the auguste clowns.
They switched the device on and then tilted her head back and began to wash her hair.
"You've dyed your hair black but I think you need a more appropriate color. How about purple?" Jezebelle agreed giggling from the nosegrapher tickling her nose. She thought that the color would suit her when she washed her face off. As the clowns washed her hair Jezebelle's memories began to wash away, she didn't realize she missed them just felt like something was missing. The clowns then began to apply a sweet smelling liquid to her hair as her hair slowly turned purple new colorful memories began to insert themselves into her memory. New knowledge and skills filled her mind, taught to her by her parents both clowns in the circus. Memories of performing for the first time and the applause and laughter filling her with pleasure, like the best hit off a drug she ever had. Two clowns finished with her nails and she held them up to look at them and found them to be a deep purple to match her hair. The nosegrapher dinged and they removed it and Jezebelle found a new red smudge on the bottom of her vision. She reached up to feel it and found she now had a red clown nose the size of a golf ball. Rubbing it she felt a shock of pleasure shot through her as though she rubbed her clit, a moan of ecstasy escaped her mouth. If felt so good and so real, but it has always been like that, she loves it when people rub or honked her nose. Standing up she sees her reflection and stares at it like she has never seen herself before which was silly since she always has looked like this. He long straight purple hair runs down to half way down her back.
"Thanks girls, good job as always" Jezebelle says to the auguste and whiteface clowns
"No problem Jez anytime"
"I think I need a new outfit or two"
"Sure, we have some in the back" the whiteface directs her to the back where there are clown clothes of all shapes and sizes. All the clothes in the back were bright and cheerful; something in Jez's head rebel but it was a tiny part. She put on a purple and red dress with green stockings and purple shoes. Jez stood there admiring her reflection giggling at how silly she looked. She thanked the clowns and headed out.