"What are you going to do?" Jeff asked, looking at the clown girls nervously. Marliquinn walked over, holding a bottle of pink liquid in her hands. "Well, we can't change you into a clown until your birthday is over, but we can change something else while we wait!" She said with a giggle. She then put the pink bottle in his mouth forcing him to drink its contents. The moment the last mouthful crossed his lips, his body began to tingle. He felt a tingling in between his legs, and looked down just in time to see the last of his dick shrink away. Within no time, his view was blocked by two mounds of flesh that grew on his chest. He felt a throbbing sensation in his lower half as his hips and butt inflated, and his waist caved in. The laughter of the clowns was muffled by the long and voluminous brown hair that grew out of his head. Looking down, Jeff was actually glad for the suspenders on the extremely large boxers. At least they covered her nipples somewhat. Looking in the mirror, Jeff no longer saw himself but a beautiful girl. If the situation was different, he would date a girl like this. As disconcerting as the changes were, what was worse was the silence of the clown girls as they talked to each other, occasionally glancing at him and giggling.