Sam finished applying Kyle's make-up, and then stepped back. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed, as the other girls murmured their approval. "Oh, you'll want to see too then!" Sam handed Kyle a mirror. Looking in it he saw that he now had a bright red afro and a nose the size of a golf ball.
"Oh one other thing!," Sam said, not even noticing Kyle's shock, "These came separately, but you need to put them on." Sam handed him a small brown box which inside had two over-inflated white gloves. Slipping them on, Kyle felt his hands expand to fit them. Something told him that the gloves, now on, wouldn't be coming off again.
"So, Kyle, you're a clown now! And not just like, a boy wearing a clown costume! Isn't that, like, great?!" Sam said, nearly bouncing up and down with joy.
"And that means, you're gonna do exactly what we want you to do or we won't turn you back," Rebecca giggled.
"Shhh! Rebecca don't get his hopes up!" Cassie tried to whisper from the other side of the room.
"Anyway, Kyle" Sam continued, "Now that you're a clown, you need a clown name. I think Chuckles will be a good fit, so we'll go with that."
"Wait, but Sam," Kyle finally mustered up, "you mean you can't change me back?"
"Of course not, silly! But it's okay, because the reason we clowned you is..."