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Post by darknight on Dec 28, 2009 23:18:52 GMT -4
"White-'face?'" giggled another clown girl, this one yellow-orange with white around her eyes and mouth-and as bald as a cueball. She even has a ring inserted between the nostrils of her bulbous pink nose. "I want to rub the greasepaint all over that body of his!" ***** Jerrie stepped inside the dressing room and stripped off her street clothes, leaving only her bra and panties. First Jerrie donned the bloomers and the petticoat. Then she pulled the dress over her head. Unlike most clown dresses she had seen, this one had a very low neckline that showed the top of Jerrie's pink bosom-and was rather to big. At least it was for the moment. Suddenly, Jerrie's C-size breasts started bubbling-then expanded until she had a not-quite porn star sized chest! At the same time, Jerrie's butt began to tingle, and filled out until she was straining the seat of her bloomers. "Oh my," Jerrie giggled as she felt her enlarged chest, then her plump bubble-butt. "Martie's reaaly gonna freak when he sees me!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2009 23:40:48 GMT -4
"Well, then Bambi!" the dominatrix giggled. "Go to it. The special paint is in my drawer...no no, on the left dear" she grinned.
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Chuckles giggled to himself as he looked over his new creation. She of course didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 10:43:41 GMT -4
The bald clowngirl giggled as she waddled to the drawer. She takes out tube after tube of greasepaint and placed them on a teacart. She also took out two very strange looking devices, put them on the cart, and wheeled the cart back to the rack. "We fogot something," said the hobo girl as she held up a pair of scissors. "Those unsightly boxers have got to go!"
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 10:46:22 GMT -4
Jerrie pulled on the large socks and the big mary janes. She laughed with delight as she heard the sound of her feet expanding like a baloon, and rubbed her toes against those of the shoes.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 16:18:19 GMT -4
"Oh, yes, remove the boxers...we can't have those in our way!" she laughed.
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Chuckles overheard her say something about it feeling so real, which made him grin wildly.
"Everything going alright?"
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 17:51:44 GMT -4
'Bambi' giggles maliciously as she cuts off of boxer shorts. I lay shackled on the rack, nacked and helpless as the five bizarre clown-women chortle at the sight of my nudity. The hobo girl twists the ends of some of my pubic hairs in her fingers. "This will have to go," she says. She then traces a finger along my hairline. "Judging by the shape of his head, I think the 'half-fro' look would suit this one quite well. ***** "Everything's wonderful!" Jerrie, now fully a clown in mind and body, giggled as she stepped out of the dressing room. "Let's go to Marty, I think he's almost done." She looked Chuckles straight in the eye. "Can yu keep a secret?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 18:39:09 GMT -4
"I agree, Bambi" said the dominatrix. "Go to work!" she laughed as the clowns surrounded you giggling.
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"Of course my dear, Secrets are a specialty of mine"
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 19:37:07 GMT -4
Bambi pick up this strange looking tub. Inside is a clear gel that smells vaugly of peppermint. Bambi scoops some out and rubs it over my groin, my chest, and into my crewcut. I feel a strange yet pleasent tingle in those areas-then all of a sudden my pubic and chest hair fall out. The tingling in my scalp intesifies and realization dawns on me: that stuff is making me BALD! ***** "Well," Jerrie says coyly, "You might have noticed that Marty hasn't come out of the bathroom yet-it's because he's got kind of a medical problem. I won't go into all the details, but it kind off make him take three times as long as most guys to use the john." Her eyes went wide as she stared at Chuckles. "Promise you're not gonna mention I told you! Marty would kill me if I told anyone!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 20:46:32 GMT -4
"Oh, look, it's working perfectly." giggled the dominatrix clown. "That gel sure does work fast" Bambi added.
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"Oh, I won't tell. I am sure he's doing just fine in there..." chuckled the clown. "So, do you like your new outfit, Jerrie?"
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 22:19:50 GMT -4
All five of the clowngirls dipped their hands into a big tube of white greasepaint. Slowly, the spread it all over me, from the top of my now-bald head to the soles of my feet; they even reach underneath the shackles-and on one place I'm not going to mention. A pleasant tingling sensation dulls, but doesn't erase, the fear I am feeling. "There he is, ladies," the clown dominatrix-whose name I still don't know-says. "A perfect white canvas for us to begin a new work of art." **** "I just love it!" said Jerrie. She wiggled her gold hoop earrings, the only items she had when she came in that she still wore. "Let's go to Marty now!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 22:30:57 GMT -4
"Makeup at the ready, girls!" laughed The Dominatrix giggled as she took out a red shade and started painting your lips.
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She started heading off for the door which she thought to be the bathroom.
"Uh, Jerrie! I wouldn't..." but his words feel on deaf ears.
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 22:48:28 GMT -4
My mouth stretches into a smile I do not feel; it grows wider, reaching nearly to my ears. "Now," says the Dominatrix, "let's do the eyes!" Now I really start to sweat as I finally realize what they're doing. I'm being turned into a clown! ***** Jerrie shook her head as she got to her feet. She'd thought she'd stepped into the bathroom, but instead she seemed to fall hundreds and hundreds of feet-and now landed here. She seemed to be on some city sidewalk. Only-the sky, the building, and the scenery was all so colorful-and everyone here was a clown like her!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 22:54:16 GMT -4
The other clowns continued to paint your face, while the dominatrix grabbed a box from her desk and laughed as she opened it to reveal a bevy of clown noses. "Anything strike your fancy, my boy" she laughed --- Unlike with Martin, the clowns looked at Jerrie for a second when she arrived, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary for them so they continued on their way. Suddenly Chuckles dropped to the ground.
"Ah, I see you've found Clowntopia" he said sheepishly.
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Post by darknight on Dec 29, 2009 23:17:51 GMT -4
Unable to speak or move, I just thand there as she pick out the biggest nose, nearly the size of a tennis ball, and pushes it onto the center of my face. I feel a brief tingle as she pokes it. HONK! it goes, a little deeper then a bicycle horn. One by one, her accomplices all take turns poking me in the nose. HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! "Well, ladies," asks the Dominatrix, "time to give him hair again-except for here, of course," and she rubs the top of my bald head. She looks me in the eye. "Don't feel too bad-judging by the way your hairline was shaped, you'd have lost it within a decade anyway." Turning back to the others, she asks, "What color do you think would contrast best with the bluw patches we painted around his eye?" ***** "Clowntopia?" asked Jerrie. "Is Marty here?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 29, 2009 23:20:59 GMT -4
"Well, we could do traditional Red, or we could go green" giggled one of the clowns as she brought over a selection of partially bald wigs.
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"Yes. Somewhere. Of course, where he is...is anyone's guess" he said helping her up.
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