It had been a little over a week since Kelsey had seen the doctor and found out her diagnosis as a carrier of the clown gene. She had let her mother think that she was struggling with it to afford her some alone time as she watched her body change. She had locked herself in her room and moved a mirror to the end of the bed where she could see her reflection and any changes to it from the clown gene.
And the only change so far was that her skin had become as white as milk. “At least I’m a whiteface,” she struggled to see the bright side. She hoped against hope that she wasn’t one of those carriers who was just pale with a slightly redder nose and lips. No, Kelsey wanted to be a clown, and she wanted to be a clown in the worst way. She wanted to be a fat, clumsy clown with wildly colored hair, big feet, and a nose the size of a tennis ball. She wanted to be the biggest, funniest, craziest clown anyone had ever seen, and this clown gene was her biggest chance. But right now she was just pale. “Just pale,” she sighed.
Kelsey watched TV laying down on her bed to take her mind off the disappointment of the changes so far, and was absent mindedly waving her foot back and forth when she noticed her toes were blocking the bottom of the screen. “What? My feet never get in the way,” she said propping herself up on her elbows. She looked down at her feet, and gasped in excitement. “My feet are growing!”
Kelsey’s feet were slowly, but noticeably stretching upwards and outwards, growing as wide as they were tall. She wiggled her toes as they stretched up into her field of vision on the TV screen and soon they were blocking her from any visibility of her TV at all. She swung them off the bed and onto her carpet and watched as they stretched across. For a second she was afraid they would never stop growing, and then she hoped they never would!
But all good things must end, and there Kelsey sat with some of the biggest clown feet she had ever seen. “I’ve got to measure these!” she rolled over and reached into her nightstand, where she took out a list and a measuring tape. She measured the length and width of her feet, and was astounded to find they were, “A size 28! They’re monstrous!” she giggled. She looked at her list quickly and let out a yell of joy. “And they’re the biggest clown feet in the world!”
Kelsey had been keeping a list of clown traits and the current largest sizes. She wanted to see how she would compare if she one day became a clown. She had researched the size of clown feet, how fat four-fingered hands were, belly circumference, hair length and frizziness, biggest smile, nose size, and more. And right now she was the record holder for foot size. “Yes!”