Clowntopia: Prom Night
Part 9: Queenie of the Ball

Sarah grinned, perhaps for the first time since she realized the horror she had unleashed upon her classmates.

"You can't touch me, Jen-Jen!" she smirked as the other clowns all around the room whispered to each other.

"Why is that, my dear?" giggled Jen-Jen as she dug through her purse trying to find the right item to use on Sarah. She wanted to make it special, because really, she only took the job because she wanted to make sure Sarah was just as silly as her class when it was all said and done.

"Because of this" she said holding up her charm. "Chuckles gave it to me when I told him I didn't want to become a clown. He said it would protect me from any clown trying to transform me…and it works, let me tell you. When he took me to meet you, three or four clowns were eyeing me for a transformation, and then they saw the charm" Sarah said, feeling quite smug in her statement.

Jen-Jen frowned. "Damn. I was really looking forward to giving you a big red nose, or big floppy feet…or making sure you'd have fun for the rest of your life…It's a gift, my dear, not a curse. Just ask anybody here…" she smiled, and the clowns surrounding her nodded in agreement, giggling as well.  "I guess, I'll just have to take a different course of action."

Sarah then looked around then leaped off the stage and ran towards the door at the back of the room. She momentarily forgot it was a portal to Clowntopia, until she stepped through, and found herself falling fast.

"Great. Now I have to go find her. Nobody move" Jen-Jen said, then she giggled. All the clowns had frozen in the spot, not moving an inch, not even to talk.

"Just kidding. Just don't leave yet..." she smiled as the clowns resumed their motion and giggled at the fun they were having.

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Sarah landed in the middle of a large street. A few clown cars squealed to a stop to prevent hitting her as she stood up and ran down the street.

"Well, this sucks. Now I have to find Chuckles store…"  she said, kicking herself mentally for forgetting that  Jen-Jen had enchanted the doors and windows.

She ran down the street, past clowns selling thing or just out enjoying the beautiful day in the city…and then she saw it. A bright neon sign that read "Chuckles Joke Shop"

"Little tacky, huh, Chuckles?" she asked rhetorically, as she burst in through the front door, horn honking loudly. There stood Chuckles talking to two clowns, one fat and one with a huge bust. She recognized them as students from the prom.

"Sarah! Welcome back!" Chuckles said with a smile. "So, I'll see you girls bright and early tomorrow, right?"

"Yes Mr. Chuckles" The two giggled in unison as they walked out into the street.
"Just a little orientation. They are going to work for me now." He smiled.

"You have to help me!" Sarah gasped "Jen-Jen has gone mad…she transformed everyone into clowns, and now she wants to transform me. I know she can't with the charm, but I think she wants to get the charm off me somehow.

"That won't be needed" said the voice of Jen-Jen from behind Sarah, who froze in place. "Will it, Chuckles?"

"Nope, not at all. You see, my dear Sarah…that charm I gave you does indeed protect you from clown transmogrication…but only from anyone not wearing the other half of the charm" he said with a smile.

"I gave Jen-Jen the other half when she expressed such an interest in having you join the fun!" he laughed.

"NO!" Sarah shouted, spinning around to see Jen-Jen holding up a similar charm.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Jen-Jen laughed as she took out  what looked like a remote from her purse.

"Let's go somewhere a little more…private" she smiled as she pressed a button and Sarah vanished into thin air.

"Thanks for the help, Jen-Jen. I don't think I could have done what you did tonight." Chuckles said.

"It was no problem. All the clowns are waiting, if you want to go round them up and bring them home" Jen-Jen giggled.

"You got it. Now go have fun" Chuckles laughed.

Jen-Jen turned the remote on herself and gripped her purse tight as she pressed the button and she too vanished.

"I am the luckiest clown in the world" Chuckles laughed.

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Sarah found herself in Jen-Jen's apartment. She remembered it from the last time she visited, and the Cotton Candy smell in the air made her feel sick to her stomach. She tried to open the door, but it was locked, and the same with the windows.
With a loud POP suddenly Jen-Jen appeared in the room.

"Hiya, Sarah! Ready to have some real fun?" she giggled.

"No! Please, let me go!" she shouted

"Nope!" giggled Jen-Jen  as she pulled out a wand from her purse and waved it towards Sarah, who gasped when her dress and heels vanished, leaving her standing there in her underwear.

"A blank canvas." She said as she walked over and tapped the bra and panties with the wand causing them to change color, becoming red with white polka dots. Sarah tried to run, but she found that she couldn't move her feet .

"You thought you could transform a whole room of people into clowns, and you wouldn't suffer the same fate. How I wish I had your optimisim" Jen-Jen said. "If Chuckles had done it, perhaps you would be fine, maybe even another clown, but you chose me…and from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew what a pretty clown you'd make…" she smiled.

"Let me go! Or I'll…I'lll…"

"Or you'll what" Jen-Jen giggled as she tapped the wand to Sarah's nose, which then began to turn bright red and puff up into a round ball.

"My Node! Whad did you do!" she said, sounding stuffed up until the nose finished growing with a loud POP!

"Oh, hush. You are going to love being a clown. Everybody does!" she smiled as she grabbed Sarah and kissed her on the lips. Sarah squirmed trying to pull away from the kiss, but couldn't.

When Jen-Jen finally let go, Sarah now sported a large pink and purple clown grin with thick lips and curly edges. Sarah's hands shot up to feel them, and she started to sob.

"This isn't what I planned at all…" she said.

"Well, when you play with magic…you should plan better" Jen-Jen giggled as she tapped Sarah's feet and giggled as a magic glow surrounded them.

"No, not my feet!" she cried as the tingles grew and so did the feet. She watched her petite toes grow longer and wider, as her feet stretched out, and tears filled her eyes.

"I'm Sorry. I take it all back. Turn them all back to normal, and we can pretend tonight never happened!" she said, trying to reason with Jen-Jen.

"Oh, no, my dear, that's not how this works. Once a clown, there is no going back. All of your classmates are here to stay, and so are you. Now…if memory serves, you are class president, correct?"

"Y-yes." She stammered as she wiggled her newly enlarged toes nervously.

"Well, then I assume you get perfect grades, and shun social activites in favor of academics."

"Well, yes…what's wrong with that?!"

"Usually nothing…but you were certainly unhappy with where all that hard work landed you. No friends to speak of, not even a date to the prom…so you came to us looking for help. Well, Sarah, I intend to give it to you. In all the hysteria of the magic, we forgot one of the most important prom rituals." Jen-Jen said as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a glittering tiara.

"I, Jen-Jen the clown, do hearby crown you as Queen of the Clown Prom, Sarah!" she laughed as she walked towards Jen and placed the tiara on her head. Sarah's face turned to shock as she felt tingles run through her body. She held up her hand and watched her skin turn bubble gum pink, except around her eyes and mouth, which if she could see, she would note had turned white with a purple outline.

Her scalp then tingled and her hair turned a vibrant shade of pink, laced with purple to create colorful highlights. The hair got a tad curlier than her usual, but it stayed stylied the way she had it for prom. She turned to a mirror and looked at her new face.

"Oh god…it's happening" she mouthed. She had briefly wondered what it would be like to become a clown when the goth freshmen had shown her the site that chronicled the existence of Clowntopia, but she brushed it out of her mind…and now here she was, entirely a clown, much to her chargrin.

"B. E. A. YOUTIFUL!" giggled Jen-Jen as she pulled a strapless clown dress out of the closet. It was made for an hourglass figure, and was pink with red dots all over it. Jen slid the dress over Sarah's head, and Sarah found her arms moving to allow the dress to be slipped on properly.

"Well, you picked the wrong size" Sarah said, trying to annoy Jen-Jen.

Jen-Jen looked at her then smiled. "Oh, not to worry. Most outfits here are one size fits all." She smirked.

"What? What does that even…oh god…" Sarah said before she was interrupted by a strange feeling in her chest and ass. She then looked down and watched as her breasts began to spring forward into the dress, going from a decent B cup to DDD in seconds, and still growing.

"TITS! MY TITS!" She shouted, trying to get a grip on the sitiautaion until she realized she had even bigger problems.

"MY ASS!" She cried as she reached back to feel it filling out the dress, growing to three times it's original size.

"I'm a freak!" she gasped as she felt her new chest, now an EE cup or larger, she couldn't be sure. "You turned me into a freak."

"You are beautiful" Jen-Jen said with assurance in her voice as she pulled out a pouch from her purse. "Now every fairy tale princess needs a little pixie dust" she smiled as she took out a fine powder and blew it in Sarah's face, and all the anger and fear in her eyes disappeared as her face dropped. She could feel her mind melting, it seemed, things re-arranging, memories vanishing, being replaced with new, clowny ones. She remembered having a boyfriend, a dashing whiteface clown who had been crowned king of tonight's Clown Ball, and she it's queen. In moments the mousy little nerd who had wanted to get revenge on her class was no more, and sexy, wild auguste clown stood in her place. She smiled as her jawline shifted giving her an adorable overbite, and her ears ballooned out finishing off her new look.

"So, Queenie, how do you feel?" Jen-Jen asked.

"Oh, so goodie-goodie-Good!" she giggled bouncing up and down, her breasts bobbing cartoonishly. "Have you seen my shoes? I want to get back to the ball and dance the night away!" she laughed.

Jen-Jen pulled a clown-sized pair of strappy heels out of her purse and gave them to the new clown, who excitedly put them back on.

The door then opened, and Chuckles stepped in. "Ah, look at you….er…" he stopped, not knowing if Jen-Jen had given her a new name.

"Queenie" Jen-Jen informed.

"Ah, Yes, Look at you, Queenie. Ready to go back to the ball?"

"Uh huh!" she giggled as she made sure her dress looked perfect.

"Well, everybody is still there at the Big Top club. Why don't you head back down." He suggested.

"Thankies!" she giggled and walked out.

"Well, done, Jen-Jen!" he smiled. "That was quite the show you put on tonight."  He added as he wrapped his arm around her and the two kissed passionately.
"So, shall we go join them down at the ball?" he smiled.

"Sure thing. We have to give all those clowns a warm welcome, don't we?" She giggled.

"Right." He laughed as the two walked out of the apartment, and went down to party with the gaggle of new citizens of Clowntopia.

So there you have it, the tale of the wildest prom night in the history of…well, everything. If there is a moral to be had here, it's…don't use Clowns for revenge. It usually backfires.

THE END