Transformed By The Clown

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You went into the circus with an optimistic heart, and a happy mind.  But that optimism would soon fade when you meet the clown.
You stumble across him innocently enough.  He’s tying balloon animals next to a game tent, handing them out to children.  You laugh and smile as he makes the balloons into whatever shape he wishes, even wondering how he does it.  Sure, you’re an adult, but that kind of thing still holds magic to it.
But that’s when he sees you.  The clown lays eyes on you, and a flicker of menace crosses his face—so quick that when it’s gone, you’re not sure it was there in the first place.  He then gestures for you to come over, which makes the crowd around him turn to you.  Well, you don’t want to keep them waiting. . . So you walk up to the clown, giving him a hesitant wave.
“For my next trick,” he says to everyone, “I am going to use my assistant here to show some marvelous things.  Everybody . . . watch closely.”
He looks at you and turns your body, so that you are facing the audience now.  Then, you watch as he waves his hands upward, and brings them so that one is gently skimming the top of your head, and the other is going toward your feet.
There is a moment of silence.  Then, you get a strange . . . stretchy feeling, a tingle that spreads all throughout your body, up to your head and down to your feet.  Suddenly, before you know it, you feel yourself going upward, your vision heading up toward the sky.  Are you getting taller?  How is the clown doing this?
Looking down, you can see that, to your surprise and amazement, your neck is growing bigger, and your legs are increasing in size!  You’re heading upward now, slow and steady, and the clown controls how much you grow.
The crowd watches in amazement as the clown stretches your neck and legs.  Then, somebody lets out a chuckle.  It spreads throughout the people there, and before you know it, everybody watching the display is laughing—laughing at you!  Your face turns red, and you feel more embarrassed than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.
And the clown is laughing too!  He giggles as he stretches you out, and says, “Like that, folks?  It gets better!”
Then, he waves his hands, and suddenly, you find yourself returning to normal size.  Your neck and legs shrink back down, bit by bit, until, finally, you are back to normal.  Is it over?  Will the clown get another volunteer for his next act?
No, it looks like he wants to focus on you.  He turns to you with a smirk and waves his hands as if he’s playing an accordion, going back and forth with his palms and fingers.  What is he up to now?
You quickly find out.  That stretchy feeling comes over your body again, but this time, instead of going up and down your body, it stays in your stomach, and goes side to side.  You look down frantically, dreading what kind of change will come over you this time.
And the change soon comes.  Because a moment later, you see that your stomach is starting to stretch and expand, the sides increasing in length and thickness, the front bulging out in front of you.  You’re getting bigger!
You try to cram your gut down into your pants, but the growth is just too fast for that.  It quickly grows past your shirt so that your blazer can’t fully cover it anymore, and then it topples over the border of your pants.  Your stomach inflates more and more, growing bigger and bigger with every passing second, until you can barely see past it!
All the while, the crowd around you laughs and laughs.  They point at your inflating belly, giggling and snickering at your suffering.  You feel like you’re being publicly humiliated—why is the clown doing this?
Finally, the clown presses his hands inwards, and your stomach slowly starts to shrink.  It decreases in size at a steady rate, bit by bit, going back down into your shirt and underneath your pants.  Finally, it stops, and you are back to normal.
“One more trick before you all hit the road,” the clown says.  Oh no.  What does he have planned for you this time?
He raises his hands up, up, up, and then brings them down, causing a loud clap to ring out into the audience.  You wait for what will happen to you.
And then, you start to shrink.

Your eyeline starts going downward, and you realize your legs are getting smaller, too!  Looking down, you can see yourself slowly going toward the ground, and it seems your clothes are, thankfully, shrinking with you.
You get smaller and smaller with each passing second.  First, you’re your regular height, as tall as the clown.  But your eyeline quickly reaches his head, then his shoulder, and just keeps going downwards more and more from there!
Your body is also decreasing in mass to fit your new transformation.  You are taking up less and less space on the ground the smaller you get, which is a rather bizarre feeling you’re not sure you like or not.  Your feet feel the most of this effect, and as they get smaller and smaller, the space they’re in gets smaller too.  It is, you have to admit, a rather odd feeling.
Your legs get shorter and shorter as you stand there.  First they’re thick and average, but soon enough, they’re small and thin, as your frame gets smaller and smaller with each passing second.
It’s your hands that let you see how notable the change is as you shrink.  You hold one palm up, wiggling your fingers, and watch as it shrinks.  First your hand is as big as the clown’s, but it quickly gets smaller, getting to half that size in a matter of seconds.  And it continues to shrink even more than that—you hand goes from that size to only a few inches a few moments later!  And then, it gets smaller than that, smaller and smaller until, finally, your hand is only a centimeter wide.  That’s when the shrinking stops.
You look at your body, and realize you’re a tiny person now, only a few inches tall.  Fearfully, you look up at the crowd, unsure what to say or how to react.  You were just /shrunk/, for goodness’s sake!
But it’s not over yet.  Because soon, the transformation begins.
“Show’s not done yet, folks!” the clown says, his voice booming over the crowd.  “Watch this.”
You look up to see him waving his hands in your direction, a goofy grin on his face.  At first, you don’t feel anything.  But it starts soon enough.
A strong sensation hits your nose, like something is pinching it, and you let out a cry of pain.  What’s going on to your face?!  Your nose looks like it’s . . . stretching. . .
Your eyes widen in surprise.  Yes, your nose is inflating in size, expanding right before your very eyes!  It grows and grows in front of you, getting ever so slightly bigger with each passing second.  You notice that it’s getting rounder, too, at least a part of it is—it’s like a giant wart is growing out of your nose!
The “wart” gets larger and larger, and you notice that it’s the color red.  When it’s completely covered up your nose, you realize what it is: a clown nose!  A clown nose has grown and taken over your face!
And that’s not all that’s going to happen.
You feel your clothes tingling, and you look down to see it’s transforming, too!  You were wearing a regular T-shirt and jeans, but now your clothes is going from blue to black.  It gets darker and darker with time, until finally, it’s as dark as night.
And then, the clothes changes.  Cuffs grow at the ends of your sleeves; your pants grow a belt; which wraps around your waist; your T-shirt grows a collar, and a tie sprouts from it, going down to your chest.  Then, another layer of clothing entirely starts growing on you, and you quickly realize it’s a suit jacket!  It even has a little pocket square and everything—though the pocket square as a water-squirting flower.  Seeing the flower, and now noticing the red color, you realize: it’s a clown suit, a silly suit!  The new jacket surrounds your upper body until it’s completely covered you up, and underneath, you feel suspenders surround your shoulders.
Down below, your sneakers start to change.  They inflate bit by bit, growing in size and turning orange as they do so.  Until, finally, they are full and complete clown shoes.
Finally, white makeup covers your face.  You feel it caking onto your cheeks and underneath your eyes, and can see it slightly when you look down.
You’re a clown now!
But maybe this is an opportunity. . .
You make a silly face to the audience and wave your hands.  They laugh, long and hard, and you smile, happy to please.  You then to a silly dance, hopping through the crowd on one foot as you watch their faces.  People giggle, and you grin.
You make your way back to the front and bow.  Everyone gives you a hand.
“Have a good night, folks!” the clown calls to the crowd.  People laugh and wave good night, and then walk away, presumably back to their cars.
The clown turns to you.  He bends down, holding his hand out in front of you, and you hesitantly step onto it.  It’s a strange sensation, feeling his fingers pulse underneath you, but you soon get used to it.
He lifts you up until the two of you are eye level, and he grins.  “Hey, I hope you had fun.  They all loved you out there!”
“I guess so,” you say to him.
He gives you a sympathetic smile.  “Come on, don’t be offended.  They were laughing /at/ you, sure, but they were also laughing /with/ us.  And that’s the best gift you can give to a person.  Do you understand?”
You think for a minute, then nod.  “I think I understand, yeah.”
“You know, I’ve been looking for an assistant for a while now,” he explains to you, “and you seem like the perfect candidate.”  
He gestures behind him, at the big top, and gives you a grand smile.  “What do you say?  Want to run away to the circus with me, help me with my act?”
You think about it for a long moment, unsure what to say.  But soon, you answer the clown:
“I’ll do it.  Let’s go.”