Patrick and Kelsey arrived home with their mother, a woman who was weary with the news she would have to deal with two clown children. Patrick squeezed out the car door, followed by Kelsey who now was dressed in an identical romper and clown shoes. She liked the gloves they gave her, and admired them. Kelsey had initially gotten stuck in the car door, as her body had rounded out quite considerably, so that she now looked like a ball with a head, arms, and legs sticking out of it. Well those, and two slightly bigger breasts.
“Come play with me Kelsey!” Patrick yelled as he somersaulted at the edge of the road by the sidewalk.
“Some clown on clown antics? Hell, yeah!” Kelsey clapped. Their mother watched as the two laughed and giggled, especially when they started jumping in the air and bouncing off each other’s rounded bellies.
“Bounce me higher!” Patrick yelled. “Higher!”
“Higher? You’ve got it kid!” Kelsey laughed as she bounced her brother off her belly as high as she could. Patrick sailed through the air and towards the road. “Oh no!” Kelsey gasped.
Patrick watched the ground come at him quickly. And as he did he never saw the truck that came out of nowhere and hit him!
Kelsey was covered in her brother’s blood as he exploded on impact like a popped balloon, covering her in his blood and sadly enough confetti. His nose landed at Kelsey’s feet with a sickly honk.
The doctor’s think that Kelsey’s transformation stopped that day, the death of her brother ruining her transformation for her. She was stuck in the same state, until the doctors theorize; she’s ready to move forward again. She was a sad and unusual sight at her brother’s funeral, while her mother was a crying wreck. They burned Patrick’s remains, and spread the ashes at a circus, where Kelsey was brought to tears when she was offered a job.
Kelsey and he mother found their relationship strained by Kelsey’s appearance and rarely talked unless necessary.