Answering the request for this story, originally posted to one of the clown tf yahoo groups under a different handle
Greg had barely walked through the front door before his phone rang. He checked the screen with a nod, knowing well before he bothered that it would be Katie, his fiancée of 2 years.
"Hi doll!" he said as he answered her call. The voice at the other end giggled and he said "Seems you're enjoying your stay?"
"Oh, we're just having the most wonderful time," cooed Katie on the other end of the call between giggles. Greg could also hear the laughter of several others girls in the background. She was staying the weekend with an old sorority sister, an event that thrilled Greg to bits as he now had their shared apartment all to himself. "Meghan's sister is here too, along with…" the next part was whispered "Stacey Burgess. Remember silly Stacey? Meghan found out she moved in down the block. She still has that weird clown-thing she gets on every now and again, but she's cracking us all up!"
With that, Katie dissolved into a round of giggles. At 27, Katie still carried that college-sorority-girl air, a mixture of entitlement, designer perfumes and fancy clothes, but Greg knew the real her. Sweet and sympathetic, Katie was almost the epitome of beauty queen, standing 5' 8" with heaps of truly blond hair and, as he heard way too often, a "bangin' body". Greg himself was nothing to sneeze at, with curly brown hair and a build earned from years of high school and college basketball.
"I'm very glad," Greg said. "Do you know what you girls will be doing tonight? And will you call me again later?"
"Of course I *tee hee* will," Katie managed between giggle fits. "Stacey said she had a giant surprise for us and brought some sort of giant makeup kit or something, so our plans seem to be set. I'll call you a little later and tell you all about it!"
After hanging up, Greg threw the phone onto to the cushions of the couch, then followed it down.
“…and then the Indian said ‘Scrambled’!” came the punch line from Stacey just as Katie pocketed her cell phone. Despite missing the bulk of the gag, she melted into a bout of giggles along with the other girls. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it seemed as though every word from Stacey’s mouth became instant comedy gold.
“Stacey! Where have you been since school?” asked Meghan, a pretty 26-year-old account executive. “I mean, we used to hang all the time in the hall, but as soon as me and Katie moved into the sorority house you vanished!”
“I ran away to join the circus,” replied Stacey to more laughter from the trio. “No, actually I didn’t think I was getting as much out of academia as I could from actual application, so with stars around my eyes I set out to seek my fortune in grand ol’ Hollywood! Meghan, can you direct me to your little girl’s room?”
“Of course! Come on, I’ll take you,” said Meghan and as the pair skipped up the stairs, Amelia leaned closer to Katie.
“What’s the deal with your friend? She seems rad!”
“Stacey? She was… weird during school. She was funny then, but not like now, and the walls of her dorm room were plastered with pictures of clowns. It was all she could talk about sometimes,” Katie replied. She couldn’t help notice that Amelia had turned into a lovely young lady since she had seen her last. “But anyway, how are you? How is living with your sister?”
“Beats the hell out of the dorms. I’m…” before she could get anymore of the sentence out, Meghan padded down the stairs with a finger covering her mouth.
“SHHHH! While Stacey’s in the bathroom, let’s look in this wicked big makeup case! I’m dying to know!”
The trio crept towards the box keeping one eye firmly planted on the stairs. The box itself was enormous and pink with plastic appliqués of flowers, balloons and, of course, a clown right on the lid, which Meghan wasted no time in pointing out.
“Always with the damn clowns! I’ll never understand it,” whispered Katie. “Meghan. You open it.”
“Uh-Uh. What if it’s booby-trapped? You open it!”
“Booby trapped?” mumbled Amelia. “Seriously. Booby trapped? Are you eight? I’ll open it.” Despite her bravado, she couldn’t prevent her hand from trembling slightly as she wrenched open the colossal lid.
Contained on the top tray within was an assortment of orbs: some foam rubber, some latex. Most were perfectly round but there were also several oval ones and one or two long, cylindrical ones. All the colors of the rainbow were represented. Underneath there were hundreds on hundreds of vials of different colored makeup, arranged perfectly. The trays containing the vials were also hinged, but before they could reach any farther into the cavernous kit, the toilet flushed upstairs and the sink turned on.
The girls decided to shut it up again before any of them were caught and ran quickly and quietly into the kitchen to mix drinks.
Greg pulled the top from his beer as he shut the refrigerator door with a sock clad foot. Stacey Burgess… silly Stacey Burgess…? He thought to himself. Snapping his fingers, he walked quickly to the bookshelf in his living room, a tastefully decorated room bearing more of Katie’s influence than of Greg’s.
On the bottom shelf wedged between an old physics textbook and one of Katie’s high school yearbooks Greg found a photo album containing pictures taken during he, Katie and Meghan’s freshman year. Greg brought his beer to rest on a side table, carefully aiming him towards the coaster, he began to thumb page by page searching for something to kick start his memory.
Clinking their glasses a little too hard in a toast, Meghan and Stacey both managed to spill almost half of their drinks on each other. The exchange, followed by a cartoonish look of shock on the faces of both girls set Katie and Amelia laughing so hard that they then spilled the majority of their drinks on each other. This delighted Meghan so much she overturned the rest of her glass into her lap.
“What a routine! You girls should really take this on the road!” giggled Stacey as she mopped margarita out of her lap. “So. Now that we’re all soaked in booze, let’s mix another round, put on pajamas and what do you think, makeovers?”
“Oh, oh! Goody!” giggled Amelia.
“Goody? You’re a dweeb,” said Meghan, gently pushing her sister out from in front of an overlarge bucket of margaritas. “But, Stacey, that sounds to me like a winning plan!”
“Hooray! What fun!” Katie spun around on her stool and hopped up.
“I’ll race you to the PJs!” came the challenge from Stacey who was inching closer and closer to the door to the living room. As both girls began to jog towards the stairs, Meghan couldn’t help but notice the strange way that Stacey jogged. It was a strange type of quick waddle that caused Stacey’s well-rounded rear to sway way more than it seemed it should. She shook off the strange feeling, threw back the remainder of her margarita and ran herself, failing to notice herself falling into the same odd waddle.
Greg again sat his beer on the polished wooden table to the left of the couch to bring the photo album closer to his face. He had found the picture he was looking for, a medium range shot of a girl with brilliantly red hair and a slightly pudgy build standing arm-in-arm with Meghan and Katie. Her grin seemed to sparkle even on paper.
“What the hell? I remember her,” he said aloud to no one in particular. While the girl in the picture was definitely drastically different from both Katie and Meghan, she was nothing to scoff at. With the aforementioned grin, her hair also seemed to have a light of its own. It was a glowing red that Greg could never believe was natural at all. Her face was beautiful in an unconventional manner, with full lips and a slight overbite, light blue eyes and a nose that sloped slowly to a round-ish tip. Her frame was shapely, with a hint of belly peering under a tight t-shirt and medium-large breasts that Greg placed firmly in the C’s.
“Who knew?” he asked aloud again, tossing aside the photo album and retrieving his beer and television remote.
Katie and Meghan’s legs were tangled together on the couch in the middle of the living room as Amelia and Stacey scooted the coffee table out of their way and settled on the floor in front of the television.
“Okay!” chimed Stacey as she lifted the lid on her kit and obscured the contents from view. “What we have here is some makeup I have developed on my own. It’s not for sale yet because I can’t find a distributor for it, but the effects are amazing. It’s mainly for film use, because it is kinda thick… but I’m boring you guys, right?”
Amelia seemed entranced. She listened intently to every word that came from Stacey, nodding only slightly. Katie and Meghan were too busy tickling each other for the remote to care.
“Really great makeup, you invented it, check,” said Meghan, “let’s see what you can do with it!” She snatched the clicker from Katie’s hand and settled back into her seat.
“Oh, please, can we?” cooed Amelia, still staring straight into Stacey’s eyes.
“Okay! Okay!” Stacey withdrew a white-tipped brush from her case and immediately took it to the bridge of Amelia’s nose. “This is a base coat. It’ll help everything else… stick.” None of the girl’s were paying particular attention to Stacey, instead, Meghan and Katie giggled and spoke quietly on the couch and Amelia stared blankly at the TV, moving only when directed to by Stacey.
If they were paying attention, they would have noticed that as Stacey brushed, Amelia’s skin became lighter and lighter in color until her entire face was white.
“Next, and oh, just one of my favorite parts,” Stacey to no one in particular, “is my mascara.” Stowing the brush she was using, she swapped for a black vial. As she applied it, Amelia’s eyelashes grew to roughly an inch long, curling up- and downwards from her eyes. “Now! That’s just mar-velous! What next… hmmm? Eyebrows!” She dove back into her makeup, pulling out another brush and a long black pencil. With the brush, she rubbed at her subject’s left, then right, eyebrow. As she swept across them, the hairs slowly receded, leaving no trace on Amelia’s face. Dropping the brush, Stacey leaned back, holding up her left thumb and sticking her tongue slightly out of her mouth in mock concentration. Leaning towards Amelia, Stacey withdrew a long, black pencil from the contents of her kit, uncapped it and drew two invisible lines across the forehead of her current canvas. As she capped the pen, Amelia’s eyebrows began to grow back, following the line that Stacey had ordained for them: a sharp arc in the middle of her forehead that ended in curlicues near both temples.
“Wow. You’re turning out just super!” said Stacey as she stood up. “But I need to go retrieve another of my bags. You just sit tight, don’t move too much and spoil our progress! And here,” reaching into the pocket of her pajama pants, she extracted a single piece of foil-wrapped chewing gum, “Chew this while I’m gone. You’ll love it. It’s my favorite flavor!” Amelia dreamily pulled the foil from the stick of gum and began absently chewing it as Stacey bounded up the stairs.
Meanwhile, on the sofa, Meghan and Katie were painting each other’s toenails, alternating watching each other’s feet and the television set, completely oblivious to the girl in front of them in white face.
The gum was quite unlike anything Amelia had ever chewed before. The flavor was cloyingly sweet but not unpleasant, and the sugary taste was making her mouth tingle. As Stacey clomped back down the stairs in her quirky, ass-jiggling gait, the flavor suddenly dissipated and the tingling went with it. As she spit the wad of gum back into the wrapper, Amelia was startled when her two front teeth became caught on her lower lip. Running her tongue around the offending chompers, her surprise was heightened when her tongue met the teeth well before she thought it should. She flipped her head around just as Stacey walked up behind her and ran her hands through Amelia’s mop of thick brown hair. Amelia was immediately pacified and forgot all about the strange feeling surrounding her mouth.
“Sorry! Couldn’t find exactly what I needed. Katie, Meghan, you girls still all right back there?” the two nodded and muttered something that sounded very pleased. “Good! Now, Amelia, it appears that you noticed something about the gum, hmmm?” the girl seated in front of her continued to stare blankly ahead. “That gum was indeed one of my neater inventions. While you chewed on it, it made some subtle changes to your jaw line. You are now blessed with an adorable overbite, which will give you just the most adorable lisp you’ve ever heard, and a spectacularly funny set of buckteeth! You’re going to have a hard time getting your new pearly whites to hide behind your lips, though don’t worry, your cute new teeth will be so funny! Let’s wrap up, shall we? Just a little lipstick, one of my special noses, and a change of clothes, and you’ll be all done!”
As she slathered on the bright pink lipstick, Amelia’s medium-sized lips began to inflate, blowing up into a gigantic pout with just a bit of her over-sized teeth poking through in the middle. Turning her attention back to the kit beside her, Stacey began to thumb through the orbs and ovals from the top tray, finally settling a rubbery pink one that matched exactly the color of her subject’s lips. Pushing it towards Amelia’s face, the orb that Stacey sat flat in one out-stretched palm began to vibrate slightly and leapt from her palm, covering the last few centimeters on its own and settling squarely in the center of Amelia’s blissfully ignorant features.
“Now! The next part you have to do Yourself. Take these,” Stacey said, handing Amelia a bundle of brightly colored clothes, “and these,” a pair of bright pink women’s pumps, size 23. “There’s a new bra stuffed into one of the shoes. You’ll want to put it on first.”
Amelia stood, and in the middle of the living room stripped completely naked, still unaware of exactly what was happening. She removed the bra first, a lacy little number with pink bows and pictures of balloons on it, and donned it despite it’s being two cup sizes too large. As the final snap slipped into place, Amelia shivered and her modest Bs began to swell into jaw-dropping DDs. Next came a pair of panties from the other shoe, again lacy with pink bows and balloons, and again much, much larger than their intended target. Climbing into them, Amelia’s legs began to shimmer and grow, rounding through the thighs into lush and full gams. As she settled the undergarment onto her rear, it also grew, rounding up from a pert and perky runner’s behind to a bubble-shaped wet dream. Her hips, not to be left out, swooped wider and wider, curving gracefully from a slim waist leaving the girl not so much an hourglass as an hour-and-a-half-glass.
Next, she unfolded the bundled of cloth that Stacey had handed her into a pink baby doll dress and slid it over her head, fumbling and struggling with it as she pulled it into place. When she finally managed to find the neck hole at the top of the dress, her had erupted through it in a cascade of pink ringlets, as her hair had become a mass of tight curls. Smoothing the dress down, she slid a hand into a pocket along the waistband and withdrew a pair of cartoonish gloves. Each glove had only three fingers and a thumb, but Amelia tugged them on anyway, stuffing middle finger and ring finger both into the center finger.
Finally, she leaned forward to retrieve the shoes, became unbalanced on planted herself face first onto the carpet with a thump and a squeak from her new boobs. Giggling, she rolled over, picked up the shoes and one at a time slid them onto her feet. With a tingle and the sound an inflating balloon makes, her petite tootsies expanded to the ends of the shiny pink pumps.
“Oh. My. God! You are so gorgeous!” Stacey squealed, breaking Amelia’s revelry.
“Really? I’ve got to thee!” Amelia exclaimed in a voice much higher in pitch than it was just 30 minutes before. Still oblivious to the changes, she waddled as quickly her enormous feet and over inflated hips and ass to a full length mirror poised at the edge of the living room. Upon catching the first glimpse of herself, the 19-year-old newly minted clown girl let out a piercing scream.
“Thtacey! What the fuck have you done to me?” she bellowed, tugging on the mass of pink curls atop her head, wiping futilely at the white on her cheeks and pulling at her ginormous front teeth. “I wook wike a goddamn CLOWN!”
“You’re so silly! You are a clown! Don’t you just love it?” Stacey cooed. “Go ahead, test everything out! It’s all yours now. You’re going to be so funny!”
Amelia pulled the neck open on her dress to admire her new features and spun in the mirror to catch a glimpse of her backside.
“My god! I’m a bubble-bodied fweak! And these teef! Oh no! Thith nothe won’t come off!” As she tugged and tugged at her spherical schnoz, the orb squeak but didn’t budge and she slowly realized that she could feel the touch of the gloves on her nose. “It’th really real!”
She stared in horror at the colossal shoes, and falling hard onto her bottom, which let out a long whistle, began to remove the pumps.
“Oh, please no! My feet are hideouth!”
“No, they’re not! As a matter of fact, I think they may just be my finest yet!” replied Stacey, who was rummaging through her makeup kit and setting aside different colors. “Oh, come on Amelia! Don’t you remember begging me to turn you into such a beautiful clown? Just earlier, you couldn’t stop talking about it!”
“I… did? No way! I didn’t want this! Look at my handth, you witch!” Amelia had managed to pull of one of her gloves and was shoving the three-fingered hand within at Stacey’s face. “I’m a fweak!”
“No, no, no! You’re a perfectly normal clowngirl, just like your sister and Katie will be in just a minute! You all three, as soon as I walked in the door said, ‘Oh, Stacey! Please make us funny clowns! We want it all, pretty dresses, big, round noses, big feet! Oh please!’”
Amelia’s head became fuzzier and fuzzier as she began to remember pleading with Stacey to make her this way. She had asked for the giant ass. She remembered asking if Stacey could do something to make her teeth funnier. Begging and pleading for her new cartoon character hands.
“Thtacey! I’m tho thorry! I just plain forgot!” she cooed, turning back to the mirror. “I’m tho beautiful now! Please, can I help you make my thithter and Katie into beautiful clownth, too?”
“Yes… I have some big ideas for these two,” Stacey said, pointing at the girls dozing on the couch. “You’ll be my assistant for this one…”
“Goody goody gumdwops!” Cooed the clown posing and preening in front of the mirror.
TBC….