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When she tried to stand she felt the effects of whatever had been in her system threatening to pull her down again. Her nose ached, and she rubbed at it without thinking.

"Be careful," said a familiar voice.

She looked up to see the orange-bearded Ringmaster. Colleen tried to scream, but when he held up a finger she found herself compelled to be silent.

"You're safe," he said. "I apologize for how things degenerated. Your friends were being quite rude. Especially the one in the glasses. He thought that he knew so much about clowns. Well, he definitely had some more to learn."

"Did you kill them?"

He looked at her aghast. "Of course not. Those kinds of things don't happen in our community. That's the kind of stuff that happens in town."

"Where are they?"

"Why don't I take you on a little tour, Colleen? Would you like that? I know that you appreciated the circus. No one is going to hurt you here."

She believed him for some reason. Distantly in her mind she could hear Dave's cynical voice telling her not to trust this man, but it was so far away now. Colleen rubbed her nose again, and thought about what she should do.

The man with the great orange beard and old fashioned clothing offered her his hand, and she took it gladly. He helped her off of the cot, and they proceeded. Colleen was still grappling with the effects of the drugs in her system. Everything felt tilted on the wrong side. It wasn't spinning, but she felt just as unstable. They left the dining area of the tent, and walked through a portion of the main ring. It was odd to see what had been filled with such a flurry of activity look so quiet and empty.

"We know that you are not like your friends," the Ringmaster said.

"Where is Dave?"

"He was your boyfriend."

"Was?"

He nodded. "I doubt you'll be with him now. Besides, did you really see yourself being with him for much longer?"

That was a good question. Why was she even with him anymore? College boyfriends were kind of like shoes: they lasted a while, but were ultimately replaceable.

"After all of this—probably not, but I don't want him dead or anything."

"He won't be killed. None of you will. We are not violent here. The clowns have never been a violent folk, despite what your people have done to them."

"You talk about them like they're some kind of separate people."

"They are. The vast majority of clowns in this world are ordinary humans who dress up and put on a performance. They don't know it, but in a small way they are honoring the original clowns, who were actually quite different."

"The clown that I struggled with...I touched his face and it wasn't make-up."

"No. It's their natural selves. When your now-ex-boyfriend judged them the way he did it was very hurtful. I did my best to encourage calm and forgiveness, but you must understand that they were hunted to near extinction by people who judged them. Just being allowed to exist was denied to them."

"So we're going to be punished?"

"Hardly," he said with laugh. "You're going to join their family."

Colleen rubbed her nose again.

The Ringmaster smiled.

"What do you mean?"

He walked her over to a mirror on the wall, and invited her to look.

Her nose looked irritated as though she'd been using too much Kleenex during a cold. She also saw that the tan she'd been working on for months was gone. Her skin was now paler than it had ever been.

"I'm sick," she said. The dizziness began to return. "I need a doctor."

"Sicky, sicky, somebody is sicky," sang a high voice.

It was the little clown girl from her dream. She came skipping up in her polka dot dress. Coleen could only stare for a moment. That girl is not supposed to be real, she thought.

"Now, don't make fun," said the Ringmaster to the girl. "You were sick too once."

The clown girl stuck her tongue out. It was coiled like a spring and colored a bright scarlet red that contrasted with the bright white of her face and the black circles drawn around her eyes.

The ringmaster looked off in the distance, and called: "Paging Doctor Giggles. Doctor Giggles, please report for duty."

A large of limbs and white fabric came rolling into the room. It opened up and formed into a clown in a doctor's outfit. His stethoscope appeared to be made of candy.

"How are you doing today, young lady?" he said with a deep, drawling voice.

The doctor was balding, but the ring of hair around his head was bright orange and thick like a Christmas wreath.

"I don't feel normal," she said.

"Well, let's have a look."

He took out a lighted magnifying glass the size of a home satellite dish. She couldn't imagine where he'd been keeping it.

"Stick out your tongue."

She obliged, but nearly gagged when she felt what stuck out of her mouth. While the doctor examined it she looked in the mirror. Her tongue was twice its normal length and rainbow colored. She had to be hallucinating.

"Well," said the doctor. "You may have been a little under the weather, but that's okay. You're entering into your maturity now. All will be well. By the time the Ringmaster is done with the introduction you should be ready."

"I'm already twenty two."

"Not in clown years," he said.

He reached towards her ear, and when he pulled his hand back there was a large lollipop in it.

Colleen took the candy, and immediately began licking. In her mind there were flashes of the dream she'd had. Of the multi-colored cock she'd taken into her mouth, and the wonderful think cream it gave her. No, she thought. None of the happened. In moments she began to feel much better. A tingling spread throughout her body. Stronger portions of it dwelled in her breasts and ass. She should have really thought about that more, but she had trouble focusing.

Doctor Giggles left the scene, and the Ringmaster took her hand again.

"There are still the others to see to. Your own changes will be coming along shortly."

Colleen wanted to ask what he was talking about, but the candy was just too good. She would go with him anywhere and do nearly anything for the chance to keep eating it. Her extra-long tongue snaked around the lollipop for all that it was worth.

They stopped in a new section of the tent with a shade blocking the corner. Through the opaque material she could see two figures arguing quietly.

The Ringmaster signaled with his hand, and two clowns moved the blind away. There she was Daphne and Kent or what had been them. Even with her mind a little addled Colleen could admit to herself that they hadn't really been her friends. She wasn't sure what to feel about them.

Their skin was now an unnatural pale white much like the other clowns. Blue and red coloring outlined their eyes and lips. Kent's cock stood out like a bright red painted pole. Daphne's breasts were much larger than before. The intense new white of her flesh gave them a statue-like quality. Colleen was quite disturbed that Daphne's nipples were larger, fully erect, and striped like candy canes.

"Colleen," said Daphne. "It's so good to see you."

Daphne's voice had become unnaturally high-pitched.

"Yeah," said Kent in an equally high voice. "We were worried."

"Are you guys alright?" she asked. "It looked like you were fighting or something."

"Oh, we were," said Daphne. "We were trying to decide which of us looks better. Maybe you could help us."

"Yeah, help us."

"You both look very white," said Colleen. "Does that help?"

"Silly goose," said Daphne. "Our skin looks like everyone else's here. Yours look a little too flushed, but it will get better. No. What we're talking about is this."

Daphne and Kent hugged each other closely, and then with a wet meaty sound their heads exchanged bodies. There was no pain on the faces, and there wasn't the slightest loss of blood. In seconds the lines of separation were gone, and their necks looked to have never been severed. They turned to look at her.

Kent smiled proudly from atop Daphne's body. His hands squeezing the large breasts now attached to him.

"I think that I make it work well. I mean, you know, they're heavy, but I've always wanted to just play with them whenever I wanted."

One of his hands drifted to his borrowed pussy. "It's weird having this, but I don't have to adjust myself while sitting."

"Don't touch it too much," said Daphne, moving what used to be her hand away. "You never knew how to be gentle."

Daphne seemed bored with Kent's body. Her hand stroking his idle cock out of boredom, but then a thought seemed to cross her mind.

"Colleen, you and I should totally fuck later. I've already done him, but it's weird doing it to my own body. I always thought you were very pretty."

"Pretty kitty," she heard the skipping clown girl say from afar.

Colleen thought that she should be repulsed by it, but the more she considered the offer there was something of an appeal to it.

"There will be plenty of time for tricks and treats between you children later," said the Ringmaster. "We must continue on, young lady. I want you to fully accept yourself before your transition."

He led her away from the couple. They resumed their argument over who looked better atop whose body. Colleen didn't believe it was an argument that either could win or that would ever end. That may have been the point.

"Do they know who they are?" she asked the Ringmaster.

"They know enough. You were different than your friends. You've always been more accepting. They'll be fine though."

"What happened to Dave?"

"Oh, you're still asking that old question. The important thing is for you to accept yourself. Do you, Smiles?"

"My name is Colleen," she insisted.

"In some other life, but that was just a performance. The real you has been hiding the whole time, and we just need you to see it. Let's get an opinion shall we?" He looked off to where the clown girl's voice had come from earlier. "Come over her, Skippy. We need to talk to you."

In short order the short clown girl came skipping into the room. Despite the tightness of her dress's top her breasts had spilled free from the constant skipping and bounced with her movements. Their nipples were large like Daphne's but covered in glittering sparkles.

She stopped in front of Colleen and the Ringmaster. Colleen could now see that the girl more than a head shorter than she was. The clown was such a tiny woman.

"Skippy," said the Ringmaster. "Smiles need your help. When you look at her do you see a clown or something else?"

"She's a silly clown," said Skippy. "She was sicky."

"Just like you were sick, right?"

The girl looked confused for a moment, and then nodded enthusiastically.

"Skippy thought she was something else too for a time: a judgmental and pretentious man named 'Dave', but it turns out he was a silly little woman, huh?"

Skippy bursts out laughing and danced in place to music that only she seemed to hear.

There was no "Dave" anymore. She wasn't sure how to process that. Daphne and Kent were only partially there too. Was she the only one who was still hesitating?

"You were right," Colleen said to the Ringmaster. "I guess I really wasn't meant to be with Dave."

Skippy stuck her tongue out at Colleen and blew a raspberry.

"Are you ready?" asked the Ringmaster.

Colleen nodded.

"Let's help Smiles," the Ringmaster said to Skippy.

And with that they both helped the girl who had been Colleen strip off her blouse and jeans. Smiles took off her own bra, and Skippy used her small hands to pull down her white panties. There would be other clothes to where when it was done.

They walked her over to another mirror just as a pair of clowns was setting it up for them. One of them caught her eye. He was simple looking clown in yellow stripes. Smiles remembered seeing him during the show the night before. When she smiled at him, he smiled in turn, but instead of speaking to her he took out a small horn and honked it.

"That's Mr. Bubbles," said the Ringmaster. "He says that you're very pretty."

Smiles blushed and then looked in the mirror. Her lips had already taken on a deep shade of permanent red. She watched as her skin completed its journey toward titanium whiteness. Her once average breasts swelled to the size of melons, and her nipples became bright yellow with little smiley faces on them. She turned to see her ass also take on a heftier amount of plumpness with two large red hearts upon each white cheek.

My. Bubbles honked his horn in approval, and that made Smiles so very happy. She could see herself spending a lot of time with him.

Her nose swelled red and perfectly round, and her red hair became brighter than ever and developed an intense curl to it.

It was done.

"How you feel now, Smiles?" The Ringmaster asked.

"I feel just fine," she said in her newly high voice.

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Post script: Thanks as always for your interest. I really appreciate it, and your comments and votes are always welcome.