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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 15, 2011 20:43:43 GMT -4
"Wow, that's kind of pretty." She said looking at it with wide eyes.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 15, 2011 20:49:56 GMT -4
"Well, help yourself" I say, giving her the dress.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 19, 2011 15:07:51 GMT -4
She shrugged. "Why not." she added. Just like a child's dress-up dress, it was made to slip on over her regular clothes, so she pulled it over her head and slipped it on.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 19, 2011 21:39:09 GMT -4
"Real lovely... But this pretty dress don't match with these dull Jeans. Maybe a pretty pair of bloomers and some petticoats would be funny, silly and pretty."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 23, 2011 1:40:11 GMT -4
"Uh, no, I am quite fine. I don't want to take my pants off, thanks." she said as she ruffled the dress a bit.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 23, 2011 3:16:37 GMT -4
"Ooh, sure you will..." she feels his body going chubbier. Not much, just enough to make her uncomfortable on the Jeans. I go to the closet and goes back with a pair of pink bloomer and white petticoats.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 23, 2011 16:11:57 GMT -4
"What? No I don't want to. I'm taking this off now, and leaving!" she said.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 24, 2011 4:21:07 GMT -4
As you try to remove your nose, you note she is now part of you. You push the nose until you feel a yelp of pain. You note your skin gaining a peachy color.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 25, 2011 0:27:41 GMT -4
"Hey, what gives! My nose won't come off!" she said. "It hurts!"
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 25, 2011 10:11:03 GMT -4
I giggle... "Well... Sometimes this happens." I take something dust-like from one of my pockets and blow it over her. "This will help." I say, as a fog goes down over her.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 27, 2011 16:22:03 GMT -4
"NO! Stop that!" she coughed. "Please!"
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 27, 2011 19:56:42 GMT -4
"Sorry... I can't... If someone has his funny bone tickle here, it's forever. Believe me, you'll like this." I say... Your mind starts to fog as your memories starts to change, your bad ones being flushed away, and new, clowny ones replacing it, and new knowledges about silly things taking place.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 27, 2011 20:32:53 GMT -4
"New Memories!" she gasped. "This is weird. Wait...why are my memories of a little kid?" She said.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Nov 28, 2011 15:26:50 GMT -4
"Hummm... I don't know... Maybe you don't like your adult memories, or maybe you think being a little clown girl could be fun... Or maybe just for fun. Anyway, you look lovely." I say, as you start to shrink child-size... Your hair turns bright yellow... Not blonde, but really yellow.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 29, 2011 14:06:59 GMT -4
"No, It's the dress! Stop it!" she shrieked. "I don't want to be a kid again!"
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