[TF, F Various Body Changes, Almost - but not quite - Clown TF]

[Commissioned by :devgeeeorge1:]

“Agh! Go away, clowns!” Brandi wiped the water off her face. She wasn’t even overly excited to come to the circus and this only made her want to head straight home... Brandi kept wiping her face until she felt it was dry enough to be presentable - though the makeup smeared across the back of her hand let her know that it probably wasn’t as great a look as she would hope.

“Now I have to go home, there goes my plans for the evening.” Fortunately, Brandi lived nearby, so the walk home was uneventful. It still felt like something was on her face, but as she wiped at it, it still felt dry. It had been a long day, with final exams finishing up and then the first day of the circus. So long of a day, in fact, that by the time Brandi made it home, she was exhausted and collapsed into bed without a second thought.

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The next morning came and went, and by early afternoon Brandi was finally waking up. She groaned as the light streaming in through the window hurt her eyes. The backs of her hands wiped the sleep from her eyes, and Brandi staggered her way to the bathroom. Everything felt… uncomfortable across her body, in a sensation that was hard to describe. The closest thing Brandi could compare it to was a dry and stiff feeling, though that didn’t make much sense to her.

The bathroom mirror was hard to see, her eyes wanting to remain shut. She finally managed to get a glimpse of herself, and groaned at the sight. Her face had streaks of white, cutting in over her normally healthy tanned skin. She tried to wipe at it, and it seemed to only smear over her more, creating more of itself. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to want to come off, so Brandi hopped into the shower.

Water rushed over her skin, warming her up quickly. She smiled, and started to hum, grabbing a washcloth to scrub at her face. The brown smudges on the washcloth were strange and concerning, but Brandi quickly dismissed it that she hadn’t taken her makeup off the night before, so surely this was just her foundation smearing off. But when the water quickly turned the same color as the skin it was running over, Brandi panicked. She jumped out of the shower, now completely awake. Her face in the mirror was strange and alien, despite seeming that nothing below the surface had changed. She reached up, touching her cheek and running her fingers over the rest of the smooth face. Everywhere her fingers touched a tan streak was left, contrasting sharply with the new pale skin she had.

It was still her face, her skin, but now it was a muted white, almost artificial looking. Brandi looked down at the rest of her body. It looked like it was fairing the same as her face had, as she looked at where the streaks of water had run through her skin, removing the healthy tan tone.

Minutes passed as Brandi slowly touched her face, but the mess her normal skin color was making proved too distracting and ultimately she had to get back in the shower. This time she went slowly, watching the progress she was making. The water from the showerhead didn’t do much to clear her skin of the strange makeup-like substance, but instead seemed to just make a slimy, muddy mess of it. She dragged her finger across her breasts in a spiral pattern, watching as most of the substance was removed. “It really is just like makeup… like my skin color was just stage makeup…”

The makeup, as it seemed, continued to wash off her. Her hands kept exploring every inch of herself, running over her torso and legs. She had to sit down at the base of the show to rub her feet clean, fingers working between each toe and rubbing the soles of her feet clean of the tan substance. Last was her pelvis, and it was a strange feeling to rub herself down there without any sexual intent. Instead, she got a thrill from watching as every fold and crease of flesh turned a soft pale.

Brandi stood up, letting the water rinse over her until finally it ran clean. She hesitated for a moment, before stepping out of the shower. The mirror loomed just a step away, her changed body hidden for only a moment longer. After a deep breath, she walked over and gasped.

Every inch of her body was shockingly white. The only exceptions were her lips and nipples, and those were a very pale pink by comparison to the absolute white skin there. Her pale fingers ran over her body and she shivered. She felt much more sensitive, as though the tan ‘makeup’ that had covered her had been dulling sensations for more than just this morning, as though she had never felt such intense direct contact on her skin before. She teased her lips between her legs, gasping as the sensation was mind-meltingly powerful.

With herculean effort, Brandi forced herself to stop touching her body. She took a couple steps out of the bathroom and groaned. Even her feet were incredibly sensitive! It almost felt as though her feet were swelling from the sensitivity. She was left panting by the time she reached her bedroom, her mind racing. The bed was a tempting target, but she had to figure out what was going on. She threw on a pair of toe tights, working the material up her pale legs, the bright rainbow stripes contrasting her white skin. Her toes worked into each individual hole of the material, and she wiggled them against each other. It still felt good, but it wasn’t impossible to focus anymore. The tights didn’t quite sit as high as Brandi was used to - instead of lining up with her navel, they seemed to rest an inch or two beneath it. That was a problem for another day, though it was odd. These tights were her favorites, and she knew exactly how they should sit on her body. Still, they would help contain her sensitive skin.

Brandi threw some shorts on over the tights, and then pulled a hoodie on, wincing as her bare breasts rubbed against the material. She thought for a moment if she should wear a bra or not, but it was hard to rationalize needing one: her chest seemed to be doing it’s own great job supporting itself and staying perky and bouncy. That left one thing left, makeup. Brandi went back to the bathroom and started working her makeup onto her pale face. She spaced out, only coming to when she realized she had done an amazing job at her makeup… except it was the wrong makeup.

She looked like a clown. Like the clowns from the night before, her eyes were surrounded in large and dramatic splashes of color, and her cheeks and lips were garishly overpainted. Brandi stared at her reflection in horror, and quickly started washing her face to get the makeup off. It felt uncomfortable removing the makeup she had so naturally applied, but she knew she couldn’t go out in public like that. Once she was clean faced again, she smiled, nodding.

“No makeup then, I guess. Works for me.” Brandi thought for a moment. She had looked remarkably like a clown, and this all started last night after that clown sprayed her. It must have been something to do with that, she reasoned, grabbing her keys and heading out the door.

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She started walking down the block, toward the circus where she had been just the night before. The people she passed stared and whispered, and while Brandi noticed, she just kept hurrying down the street.

The gates of the circus loomed before her, and the carnies working it let her past with a chuckle. Brandi hurried along the path between the stalls. It was early in the day, and there weren’t many people around; neither guests nor workers bothered her. She hurried along, tripping over loose rocks and small things. In her rush, she wasn’t paying attention, and it seemed as though her legs were trying to get in her way.

Brandi stopped, looking around. She didn’t know where she was heading, or who would help her. A small tent near her looked inviting, and she walked over to it. “Come in, come in!” A voice called out from inside the tent, and Brandi felt a compulsion to heed it. With no reason to fight against the will building inside her, she parted the colorful opening and walked into the tent.

Inside on a couch lounged a woman. She was as pale as Brandi, with eccentric clown-like makeup. Her hair was a giant voluminous poof of ginger hair, and Brandi realized that it matched a similar bush of golden-red hair between her legs. While Brandi hadn’t noticed it at first, the mysterious clown woman was completely naked. Instead of being modest, the woman waved in Brandi into the tent.

“So, you’re the woman that Gary sprayed? Hmm. I can see the changes have already started.”

Brandi opened her mouth, about to start the torrent of questions she felt, but the woman held up a single finger. Playfully, the woman started to wiggle her toes in plain sight for all to watch, and Brandi couldn’t help but stare - the digits were much larger than normal, complimenting the woman’s oversized feet. Brandi bit her lip, letting out a soft gasp at the sensitivity. She was enraptured by the feet in front of her. All her life she had never had never been into feet that much, but now that she was looking at this woman with her oversized feet, she couldn’t help but stare and think about touching them.

“I know who you are. I am the Clown Queen for this circus, but you can call me Doodles. That water you were sprayed with last night is special. It’s how we recruit more into our family; we physically change them into clowns.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed more changes than just your skin.” Brandi tried to get herself to look away from Doodles’ feet, but found herself hypnotized. She started to rub her own feet together, sighing softly. Her own feet felt great - there was no denying this - but she was still envious of Doodles’ feet for reasons she couldn’t understand. “You’re sensitive, you want to wear bright colorful makeup… you’re going to be a clown. Look, even your hair is changing!”

That was enough of a distraction for Brandi. She reached up with her pale fingers and grabbed her hair, pulling it in front of her eyes so she could look at it clearly.

It was a dark, navy blue.

Bluer than the ocean, as blue as if she dunked it in a can of paint. It grew longer and longer, overwhelming the confused girl’s hand. The hair flowed across her palm like a liquid, growing out of her tingling scalp. Finally it stopped, and Brandi tried to take it all in. She pulled up handfuls of the voluminous dark blue hair and stared in awe, and tried to push it all back behind her shoulders. Even then, there was so much of it that the new hip-length hair fell around her arms and covered part of the front of her hoodie.

Brandi looked up at Doodles, staring her in the eyes. “I am not going to become a clown. Fix this!”

Doodles giggled, shaking her head. “Not possible, darling. You’re going to be one of my clown children, whether you love it or not. Staying at the circus is your only option to make sure the change goes the way it should.”

Brandi stomped towards the tent flap. “And if I leave? I’m thinking these changes will only happen here!”

The strange woman shook her head again. “If you leave the circus grounds, it’s impossible to know what will happen to you. Your changes will become… unpredictable. Please, stay here with us. It’s for your own good.”

Brandi huffed, and ran out of the tent without a further word. It seemed as though the creepy clown woman would only lie to her more to get her to obey. Brandi’s feet carried her through the park at a steady run, but it seemed like no one was going to give her any trouble as she left. As easily as she had entered, Brandi was able to leave and hurry back home. The stares of the public were a bit intense for her, though as she ran she wasn’t able to lie that it made her feel hot and horny being studied by everyone she passed. She found herself giggling as her breasts bounced around, her sensitive skin driving herself crazy the entire way home.

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Brandi slammed the door shut behind her, and went to kick off her shoes. It was confusing for a second though, until she looked down. At some point during her escape she must have lost them, she figured, though that didn’t explain the scrap of a shoe barely hanging onto her left foot. She pulled it off and was baffled. She grabbed a nearby pair of shoes and held them to her feet.

They were ridiculously too small, and would never have fit correctly. But in her hands were the shoes she wore the night before, so she knew they should fit. A sudden snapping noise, like a rubber band being stretched to its breaking point filled the air, followed by a quick second one. The feet of her tights had ripped open violently along the seams, her pale flesh showing. She wiggled her toes together - some still encased in the tights and some exposed, creating an interesting view. Her fingers traced over pale skin and stretched fabric, hardly noticing the difference as she went from one extremely smooth surface to the other. She went along her toes, where each one had been colored in a unique color of the rainbow, except now some of the colors were missing, replaced by her revealed and freely wiggling toes. She wrapped her fingers between each of the toes and slowly peeled off the practically shredded remains of her tights around her feet.

Brandi could feel a moan building up inside her as she caressed her enlarged feet, but as it slipped out of her lips instead she giggled. She blinked in surprise, her white fingers touching her pale pink lips. She hadn’t found anything funny, she hadn’t meant to giggle. It was almost like something in her brain had made a different noise at the last moment. She again rubbed her toes against each other while her fingers ran over the bared soles of her feet, the sexual feeling building up through her body until a slutty giggle escaped her lips again. It seemed to Brandi she was unable to express herself normally, her sexual pleasure escaping as drunken, almost bimbo-esque giggles.

The sensations were too much. The tattered tights were rustling and sliding against her skin, causing her to continually get distracted. Brandi stood up and pulled the shredded clothes off her, and then shucked the hoodie off of her body. So far, everything else seemed normal, until she tried walking to the bathroom to see a mirror. Between the pleasure from her enhanced feet and the air on her skin, she found herself almost having to bounce along the hallway while she quietly giggled to herself the whole way. When she got to the bathroom, she eyed herself in the mirror. It seemed lower down than usual, though that wasn’t very likely to be the case.

Brandi noticed between her legs a dark blue bush of hair. While it would have been strange enough to notice that, given she didn’t dye her hair down there and considering the recent changes to the rest of her hair, that isn’t what had caught her off guard. Brandi had never been able to see between her legs in the mirror before. A combination of being too short, while also having a mirror and sink that were too high up, meant that anything beneath her navel never showed up in the mirror. But here she was, able to see more than ever. Had she grown? A cursory glance around the room and some practice grabbing objects told her that she was taller, but had no trouble coordinating her arms. It was as if only her legs had grown. Brandi considered this as she lifted and stretched her legs out, resting them on the sink counter to look at them better.

They certainly weren’t ridiculously oversized for her body, as though she were on stilts. Instead, her legs looked like she was a leggy as a model could get, with finely sculpted pale legs that went on for days. Compared to her oversized feet, they certainly weren’t as extreme. Brandi stared at her feet, trying to resist the temptation to play with them again. She finally gave in, and grabbed hold of her feet with both hands, giving them a massage while giggling fervently. She pulled her foot closer and closer to herself, trying to study it, until she found her new legs flexible enough to pull it close to her face. She was close enough to easily see every crease and curve of her feet and study every joint of her toes. She was so close, she could even lick it - and before Brandi knew what she was doing, her tongue flicked out and ran along the sole of her foot.

It felt like a kick in the brain as she was sent into a spiraling course of laughter. Brandi fell over, losing her grip on her foot as her body twitched from the pleasurable sensations. No longer touching or looking at her feet, she recovered her breath and her mind. It shocked her as she realized she had just been hypnotized by her own feet, having the same effect on herself that she had felt around Doodles!

Slowly and carefully, Brandi got to her feet. She studied herself in the mirror, not letting herself think about the luxurious legs or sexy feet beneath her view. Her head seemed itchy, irritating her again, but her hair didn’t seem to be growing anymore. She shook it out, letting it fall around her again and that seemed to help. So far, there hadn’t been any changes that were simply life-altering, and for that, Brandi was relieved.

Bouncing her way to the bedroom, Brandi noticed how easy it was becoming to have a spring in her step. She collapsed in bed, her body sparkling from the light coat of sweat she had. The exertion wasn’t from skipping and stepping lightly on her sensitive feet, but rather from the pleasure she felt with even minimal contact. Her fingers worked their way down her bare, colorless body and she shivered and softly giggled with pleasure. The day had been too much, and she needed relief. At this point she decided she deserved a quick relaxing ‘self-care’ session in bed, and started teasing between her thighs.

Brandi paused, her fingers touching something strange. She felt around again, slowly. There was her vagina, still in the place it was and the only noticeable difference was how sensitive it was. But right in front of it was a soft bump. Brandi teased it with her fingers, occasionally letting out an involuntary giggle. She worked her fingers over and against it, pushing and stroking it. It felt like it was growing and becoming more pronounced.

Brandi sat upright in a bolt, her heart racing. She didn’t dare to look down at what was between her legs, but it was tempting her to break her will and give it a glance. More carefully her fingers explored the growing mass. It no longer was a singular ‘soft bump’ but now two distinct shapes. One of them was still soft, though she could faintly make out some firmer masses inside of it as she sunk her fingers into it’s soft and plush surface. The other growth had become rather hard, and more of a length protruding from her hips. Her willpower failing her, she flitted her gaze down over her lap, before gasping and having to stare at it.

Her new dick was huge - or at least, it seemed huge to a girl who had never had one between her legs. She wasn’t quite sure how it would compare to other guys, but to her it was massive, with similarly generous balls behind it. Her fingers wrapped around it, pale digits encircling her rock-hard pale shaft. Her hand felt a bit stiff as she held her new addition, but a few stretches put that out of mind given the larger problem at hand. Her thumb touched the pale pink tip that adorned it, and Brandi let out a sudden, sexualized laugh that sounded like a surprised gasp. It wouldn’t be the last laugh of her self-care session, going long enough and hard enough that before long, Brandi was passed out in bed.

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While asleep, Brandi twisted and turned in the bed. She kept getting tangled in her sheets, unable to free herself from them. Several times through the night she kept waking up from strange dreams where she would be either running toward or away from something, but standing on her hands instead of her feet.

Unbeknownst to Brandi, her mind was filled with these visions because of the changes her body was going through. Her hands had been stiff the night before as she slept they found their way into strange positions. Her hands tilted back, as though to expose her palms in front of her. Even in her sleep, Brandi twisted and shifted her hands, finding herself unable to hold them in the same positions as before. The structure inside her wrist changed, forming a thicker support that created a more substantial ball joint for the hand to connect to.

The changes creeped forward into her hands. The heel of her palm thickened, callusing over and forming thick round bulges. Her hands slowly lengthened and pushed out, her bones and tendons reforming. Her hands previously had been structured like everyone else’s making her adept at grabbing and holding things. But with the alterations her body was subject to, these hands were no longer capable of grabbing much, especially as her fingers started to dwindle away. They formed short and stubby appendages, her thumbs joining its place next to her other digits. Her hands were now perfect pale imitations of her feet, built for supporting her weight and balance instead of the useful tasks of manipulating objects.

Her foothands flexed as Brandi slept, getting caught in the blankets and sheets she had pulled over herself. Their awkward shape was one that Brandi’s subconscious mind was unused to controlling at the ends of her arms, and multiple times through the night Brandi stirred awake - still in a half asleep daze - and had to rescue her hands from their snares before falling back asleep.

Brandi woke up in the morning, covered in her own mess. She groaned, looking down at herself while propping herself up enough to get a better angle. It was still there, though much smaller. It would definitely be easier to wear tights like she normally did if it stayed this size, though she had a feeling that might become difficult as the day went on.

She staggered out of bed, her enlarged feet hitting the floor with a pleasurable shock. Fully awake now, Brandi did her normal skipping routine, bouncing from the heels and balls of her feet to try and reduce how much of her sensitive body was allowed to touch anything else. Her objective was the shower, and then figuring out going in public again.

Standing in the empty shower, she tried to turn on the water, but clumsily couldn’t grasp the handle. She finally pushed it on, blinding herself with a jet of water to the face. Her hands felt strange and misshapen as she wiped the water from her face, until she was finally able to open her eyes. In front of her face, attached to her wrists were feet. She tried to wiggle her ‘fingers’ but instead, her new toes wiggled. They curled obediently at her command, though the balled fist she was trying to make wasn’t possible for the new geometry of her feet. The toes curled down against what had been the palm of her hands, now the soles of her foothands.

Brandi stared at the new change. The first feeling she felt was horror - her hands were gone, her thumbs were gone! Questions and panic flooded through her brain as she wondered how she could lead a normal life at this point. But as she stared at her new foothands, the water from the showerhead rolling over her pale skin and looking like an exotic shiny surface, Brandi licked her lips. It didn’t have to be all bad, and based on the warmth between her legs and the new hard appendage sticking out from the front, it could be quite enjoyable, even if it did make things hard. Her only regret was that just the day before, she had had her first ever male orgasm with her hands, and now she’ll be relegated to footjobs for the rest of her life. She let out one of her laughing moans at that, and got to work finding out how enjoyable those footjobs could really be.

One extra long shower later, Brandi had managed to clean up - and stay cleaned up - long enough to hop out. Using her foothands carefully, she brushed her dark blue hair back behind her shoulders, pulling it back behind her head in a single massive ponytail. She blinked in surprise as she saw pointed ears right where her head had been itching the day before. She touched them as delicately as she could with her foothands, running her toes over the new folds and angles. She shuddered, trying to contain herself as her skin excited her again so soon after her shower. Her new elf-like ears were strange, but faced with her other strange changes, she couldn’t complain too much. At least they’d be easier to adjust to.

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After a few days, Brandi had gotten used to living as normal a life as she could. The circus had left, and with it answers to any questions she would have, as well as a chance at being normal again. Not that she was complaining, she was finding her new abnormal life pretty exhilarating.

Brandi sat at her dining room table, carefully gripping the handle of a spoon between the big toe and second toe of her right foothand. Figuring out how to eat had been the first challenge, and while the lack of thumbs ruled out any complicated preparation she could still hold basic utensils if she was slow and careful enough.

What had been difficult was clothing herself. Hardly surprised, Brandi found her body had changed enough to make nearly all of her old clothes a struggle to put on, and would break rather quickly. Using the last of her pre-transformation clothes, she made a quick trip out to the local crafts store and picked up some much needed fabric and supplies - as well as a few phone numbers of those staring at her in public as she slowly bounced and wiggled her way around, her body breaking free of her tights. She gained a bit of a reputation from those journeys into the outside world of a bubbly, friendly girl with a unique body, who wouldn’t stop giggling. Despite her changes, it seemed she’d have more friends than ever, with all the benefits that brought.

Relearning how to use a sewing needle had been her biggest challenge. The sewing machine helped with the longer seams, but for detailed work Brandi had to learn how to use her less dexterous toes to make precise stitches where she needed them. After many failed attempts, Brandi figured out what to do to grasp the material between her toes on one foothand, while the other worked to hold the sewing needle steady and not stab herself. It was a slow and tedious process, but she was able to make her own custom garments that fit her body perfectly and let her keep her sanity intact by suppressing how sensitive her skin was.

Her new favorite garment - after the unfortunate destruction of her former favorite rainbow toe tights - was a slim pink-colored bodystocking. It fit her large feet and long legs perfectly, individually wrapping her toes in perfectly smooth fabric, and went past normal tights to cover her legs and her arms. Even her foothands were covered by her new custom-crafted tights, though she had sewn open holes for each of her toes to stick through, like a fingerless glove. Brandi loved the look of the pale white spots wiggling at the end of her tight pink bodystocking, with the tiny flashes of her dark blue painted nails to match her hair.

Brandi checked herself in the mirror as she finished getting ready. The pink fabric contrasted sharply against her pale skin, but she had learned to love how her body looked now. She pulled on her hoodie, wrestling her awkward foothands through the sleeves. It sat tight on her, especially in the chest. Brandi wasn’t sure if the changes were done, or if the next morning she’d wake up with beach balls on her chest. It kept life interesting, but she’d figure it out and adapt. She hurried out the door, barefoot save for the reinforced soles of her tights. She had a date tonight, which meant two things: a fancy dinner she didn’t have to struggle to prepare, and someone who was going to make her giggle and laugh until the sun came up.