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Gold’s phone was ringing on the nightstand. He groggily rolled over in his bed to reach for it, nearly dropping in his sleepy stupor. Who was calling him this early?! The screen was too blurry. He sighed in frustration as he reached for and put on his glasses.

Joyce?! What did she want NOW? It was 4:12am on a Saturday! Gold pulled his phone up to his head and cleared throat before answering.

“Joyce? What is it? Is something wrong?” He asked; a hint of concern creating in his voice. Why would she be calling this early if something WASN’T wrong?

The voice that played through the speaker surprised him. Joyce, normally a rather subdued woman and Gold’s best friend since high school, sounded abnormally bubbly & excited.

“Gooooold! Buddy! You’re not going to believe this,” she squealed. A discernible giggling persisting between words. “Weird,” Gold thought.

“I, like, found a SUPER COOL show that you’ve gotta come see tonight!”

What? She was calling him at the ass-crack of dawn to talk about a show? He knew Joyce loved those underground, hole in the wall, clubs, but she knew those really didn’t interest him. They’d been to a few together back in college when she was trying to get him to come out of his shell, but the loud music and late nights were more like torture, especially since he was going for his physics degree at the time. He’d really only gone those times because he was crushing on Joyce, but she either didn’t notice it didn’t want to reciprocate.

“Joyce - I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested in heading to a club or EDM rave. I-”

Joyce practically squealed at an eardrum rupturing decibel as she cut Gold off.

“NO - GOLD! It’s not a club! I promise! It’s, like, this super fun circus!”

A circus? What? And Joyce, the 6’1’’ nightclub hunter, who he’d only seen genuinely laugh maybe three times in his life, was there? And she was ENJOYING it?

No, this has to be some prank. Why else would she be giggling over the phone. But Joyce continued her pitch, stifling giggles as she did.

“Like, trust me Gold! It’s, like, super awesome, and I was hoping you’d come with me tonight, bestie! I, like, LOVE when we hang out, and we haven’t been able to in a while! PLEEEAAAAASE~?” She whined.

It had to be a joke. Some kind of practical joke at his expense to make fun of how he felt back in college… how he still secretly felt, but suppressed. But hearing her literally beg him to see her; It stirred something within him.

“O-ok! I’ll go with you. What’re-”

Gold jerked the phone away from his head as a deafening squeal erupted through the device.

“YEEEEEEEEES! You won’t regret it, buddy! I’ll text you the details and see you tonight!”

Click

And just like that, the call disconnected, and Gold was left in stunned silence. What just happened?

And as if in answer to his question, his phone pinged. A text-

Ping

TextS from Joyce.

“Can’t wait to see you tonight, bestie! This show’ll rock your world, and hopefully I will too! ;)” followed by an address.

W-what!? She was fucking with him! She HAD to be! That was blatant flirting, wasn’t it?! She’s never flirted with him before, ever, in the decade plus they’ve known each other. What was going on?

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Gold stared at the text for what felt like hours. Was this some elaborate scheme to embarrass him in front of a crowd of people? He knew she had a sadistic streak, but that seemed needlessly cruel. Maybe this was a trap to get him to confess his crush on her. The thoughts swirled through his mind, as he tried to conceive every possibility, both positive & negative. He didn’t even realize what time it was until his 9:30am alarm blared, snapping him out of his inner turmoil.

“Shit… This is either going to be a god awful night, or the best of my life,” he thought.

Hours passed agonizingly slow as Gold couldn’t stop himself from constantly checking the time of his texts, hoping to see a text from Joyce. One where she would either reveal her trap, or confirm that it wasn’t a joke. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t stop them from climbing.

By the time 4:30pm came around, Gold was an absolute nervous wreck. His stomach was in knots, he hadn’t eaten anything all day, & his mind kept wandering to Joyce. He just needed to make it to 9:00pm. Then he’d get to see her. He grabbed his keys and went to grab some food before the show. He’d never forgive himself if he fainted or vomited in front of her.

After an internal eternity, Gold checked the time to see it. It was time. Time for the show. Time for the moment truth. He wiped his brow of sweat as he drove, the air conditioning on full blast, but doing nothing for him. He was terrified he’d make visible pit stains through his grey shirt. The whole drive he had to keep reminding himself to breath, to keep his hands steady on the wheel. As he approached the location of the show, he saw the tent. But he didn’t see Joyce. There were hundreds, if not a thousand vehicles parked with a crowd meandering towards the big top’s entrance.

“Maybe she’s waiting by the ticket booth? God, please don’t let this be a prank…”

His heart raced as he joined the crowd in their march. Everyone else seemed to be with someone. He didn’t see any other single men or women, and he shriveled up inside. This wasn’t the kind of place people come to alone. You’d come somewhere like this if you’ve got a family, or someone special.

“Please. Please be there…”

But as Gold approached the booth, he didn’t she her. Joyce was nowhere in sight.

“Fuck… FUCK,” he mentally screamed as kicked himself for getting hopes up. Then it hit him as he let loose a small, sad chuckle.

“Maybe that’s the joke,” he thought. “Maybe she’s calling me a sad clown…”

Gold was broken. He should’ve known better. He should’ve-

Ping

He pulled out and looked at his phone. Joyce had texted him.

“Hey, silly! Where’re you at? It’s almost, like, 9:30! The show’s gonna start soon! You’re still coming right? :( ”

The text was followed by a picture of the stage.

Gold’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a prank!

“Sorry! stuck in traffic and was lookin for u outside. Buying ticket now!” Gold hurriedly texted back as he crushed to the booth. The attendee looked to be packing up, but gave a wide smile as he asked for a ticket.

“This is the only seat left, hun! Hope that’s okay?”

“T-that’s fine! I just really don’t want to miss the show! Thank you!” Gold excitedly exclaimed as he began to rush inside.

Looking at his ticket, he found his seat number was… F347?!

“Shit - that’s the nosebleed section,” he quietly bemoaned. He pulled out his phone and quickly started texting Joyce as he speed walked towards his seat. Based on the music and applause that had begun erupting from the main room, it sounded like the show was starting.

“Just got my seat. Where u at?? Wantto meet up?” Send.

Gold saw the immediate response on here end signified by the three little bubbles on his phone. And then a bloop;

“YAY! So happy you made it! I’ll, like, come to you! What’s your seat number?”

“F347” Send.

Gold rounded the small metal staircase to enter the main room; A cathedral of colorful lights, music, animals, clowns, and a roaring applause. It was the opening act where they parade the entertainers around.

Bubbles. Bloop.

“Ooh~ You really ARE in the nosebleeds. Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon sweetie!”

Dry mouth, thumping heartbeat, dissonance.

Sweetie? She called HIM sweetie?! This had to be a dream, he thought as he arrived at his row, apologizing as he shuffled past a few other audience members, momentarily obscuring their views. He’d have felt bad if he wasn’t so focused on the thought of Joyce. Then he noticed, just like the attendee told him.

There were no open seats. Nobody in his row could even scoot down a seat to make room.

Gold tapped his foot nervously as he started looking anticipatingly for his dream to come true. So distracted by his thoughts & anxiety, he was barely even paying attention to the show!

Trapeze artists soared through the air, elephants marched side by side while their trainer danced atop them, and a hoarde of clowns jumped into the stands to entertain attendees in their seats. The show seemed to progress for minutes, yet there was still no sign of Joyce.

“Where is she?” Gold muttered to himself, feeling the knot of anxiety begin to tighten once more. The elephants and their trainer were making their way out of the tent. The trapeze artists were on their way down to ground level. And the clowns? Well, they were certainly more dispersed than before, but there were still a few making their rounds through the stands. Honking, giggling, & being obnoxiously silly.

But as a clown woman climbed higher in the stands, Gold began to blush. She was dressed so scantily that he wondered how he hadn’t noticed before! He felt a twinge in his jeans as he saw how her chest & thighs jiggled with each accentuated bounce & bimbo-esque giggle. Gold tried to secretly adjust himself, hoping nobody could notice in such a loud, dark room. He just needed to keep his attention off the… entertainment, until Joyce showed up.

Gold took a deep breath in, ignoring the clown woman getting closer, seeming to make a show of scanning through the audience, bending over and showing off her enormous white posterior in her tight undergarments.

“Just ignore her. J-just ignore her,” Gold chanted in his head.

Then a loud high-pitched gasp erupted from the woman as she quickly ascended the stairs on her tippy toes, intentionally bouncing her assets as she did.

Gold looked over nervously to see the woman making direct eye contact with him as she began shuffling towards him; Her bountiful mounds pressing against everyone along the way.

“What the fuck?! What is she-”

“GOOOOLD!!! I KNEW YOUD MAKE IT,” she squealed as made it directly in front of him.

No way…

She plopped herself right onto his lap; Her supple thighs rippling across his own as she did so.

No. Way!

“I’m just so HAPPY you came to see me, Sweetie!” She yelled as she leaned in for a hug; forcing his face between her cleavage as she jiggled her chest.

It was Joyce. Joyce was a fucking CLOWN! A SEXY, DITZY CLOWN!!!

Gold’s dick twinged & snapped to attention! The jostling and situation freeing it from its restraint.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! What’s happening? Why is she… but she’s so… holy shit! This is amazing! God, if you’re listening; Thank you!” Gold prayed to whatever higher power he thought to be listening.

“Ooh~ And looks like you’re little man is happy to see me too,” Joyce announced loudly as she started to grind directly against Gold’s throbbing member, causing him to blush profusely. She never broke eye contact with him, nor he with her, regardless of how embarrassed he felt surrounded by the crowd.

And the crowd was certainly watching, and cheering. They seemed to have no problem with the sudden erotic turn this show was taking!

Joyce giggled and smiled wide as she continued to grind against Gold’s lap; His bulge rubbing up & down against her silky undergarments, and the wetness of his precum beginning to soak through both layers. But as she started to pick up speed, Joyce’s breaths started to become ragged. Her cheeks flushed and eyes started to glaze over.

Joyce spoke through heavy breaths. “G - Gold… do you… haah want t-to… mmnh get with me?”

She was huffing & puffing in his lap. Grinding and gyrating wildly as she tried to get off. Her breath was hot & heavy. Her breasts were heaving with each thrust, and her eyes were rolling up into her skull.

“Yes, Joyce! YES! God, yes!”

Joyce squealed in delight and lust. Her voice becoming more shrill & feminine. She quickly slid her arms underneath Gold’s own as she jumped up, pulling him with her. She swung him around to face the stage as she carried him in a cradle as she screamed out “I GOT ONE!!!”

A spotlight flashed on, whipping it’s beam up the stands until finally resting on their position. Joyce giggle as she looked down to Gold and spoke giddily; “I’m SO excited for you to join me, Sweetie! You’re gonna turn out GREAT!”

The shock, humiliation, & shame surrounding Gold’s situation started to wear off as a million questions raced through his head.

“What’s happening? Why does Joyce look like this? How is she so STRONG?! Can they see my cum stain?! Where are we going? What is she talking about? Why does this feel so good? Why does this seem normal to everyone?!”

Applause, laughter, shaking heads, whistles, giggles, and more erupted from the crowd as Joyce carried Gold towards center stage. Gold looked around to see other men & women being carried by other clowns, all wearing the same dazed, confused, & blissed expressions.

“Wait… is everyone here on a date?”

Joyce’s bouncing & giggling kept Gold’s cock at full attention as he tried to piece together everything. But as he scanned the room, he noticed there were two distinct groups; Those in the stands, who were mostly normal and appeared to be couples, and those who were being carried onto stage.

The people carrying others towards the stage were all clowns. And the clowns were all dressed in the same skimpy attire as Joyce, with each one being a variety of shapes & sizes; All with the most voluptuous bodies Gold had ever seen, and all being absolutely gorgeous!

The men & women they were carrying were dressed in a variety of clothes, but all had the same expression as Gold; Lust, confusion, and fear.

As they arrived at the stage with at least a dozen others, Joyce started excitedly crying out “US FIRST! US FIRST!” As she bounced & jiggled with Gold in her embrace. Her large breasts slapping against the side of his head, coaxing his erection to even fuller stiffness while his mind fogged up.

What was happening? Was she going to fuck him right here in front of the entire crowd?! God, he hoped so! He wanted this! He’d fantasized about her so many times before, and now it seemed like he was going to have her. His perfect, sexy best friend, and she wanted him to get off with her! So what if she didn’t look or act like her usual self? It was still her underneath all this!

As Gold’s mind continued to wander, he barely noticed as Joyce gently set him down on a stage prop. A stand in the dead center of the arena. She excitedly bounced in place as she asked Gold if he was ready.

Gold absentmindedly nodded as he blushed and scratch the back of his head. He was nervous, and he’d NEVER do anything like this… except if she wanted it. And looking down at her excited expression - energy overflowing from her - he knew couldn’t say no.

“O-Ok! Yes! Do it - I love you Joyce!” Gold answered.

Joyce squealed that familiar note of excitement.

It was growing on him.

Then she hopped on the prop with him, took his hand, slid it deep within her cleavage, and had him pull forth a small red clown nose from within.

Gold smiled and laughed at the absurdity of it as Joyce dipped him and assailed his mouth with her own, as she delivered the most mind-shattering kiss of his life. Their tongues interwoven and exploring each other as she pulled his hair dominantly, yet gingerly.

And with a swift motion, Joyce whipped him back into his standing position and and quickly forced his hand to slap the clown nose onto his face. His face smeared with white & red makeup from the passionate kiss they just shared. That they’re just shared in front of the entire audience.

Gold’s overwhelmed mind could only let loose a giggle. An ominously high pitched, familiar giggle. As foreign thoughts began to intrude into his mind.

“Jiggle. Silly. Bounce. Giggle. Entertain.”

Gold only had a moment to question why these thoughts were repeating in his head before he felt the pleasurable sensation of his body beginning to change. His hips popping as they expanded. His thighs gushing as they swelled. His skin smoothing and becoming more feminine. As his cock twinged, shook, and spurted as it shrank and retracted with him. As his chest popped, swelled, and bounced as it became two large fleshy balloons, forcing his shirt to pop free as he moaned in pleasure. As his lips swelled, his hair curled, and his heels extended, he realized what was happening to him. But he didn’t care, and his giggling continued.

He could feel his… no… HER face stretching. Her hair growing. Her makeup spreading. Her sensitivity increasing. Her old identity fading as she was being reborn. Her clothing shifted and warped to match her new sexy, shortstack body. A bright red top that resembled a bra; A frilly red & white skirt that was far to short to cover her red panties; A pair of matching colorful socks & gloves; and a sultry pair of black heels.

And with one last, or perhaps the first of many, giggle, Gold’s transformation ended. Gold was gone, and a sexy, ditzy, clown woman stood in her place, giggling happily. The audience erupted into applause, and her giggles rose louder to match them as the mantra repeated in her mind;

“Jiggle. Silly. Bounce. Giggle. Entertain.”

She was so happy to be entertaining everyone! She looks to her girlfriend, and sees her smiling back.

“Joyce!” She squealed excitedly as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. Joyce gripped her and kissed her passionately once more before pulling back and slapping her ass.

The new clown woman shuddered in moan as pleasure emanated from the smack, but even more so from following thunderous cheers & applause. It felt so GOOD to entertain them!

“Like, I guess you’ll need a new name, huh?” Joyce asked as she pressed her body close.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess so! What should it be?” The new woman asked.

Joyce playfully put her finger to her chin to mimic the visage of deep thought before smiling and answering.

“How about Hillari? Like, with an ‘I’ instead of a ‘Y’?”

The woman cocked her head to the side, puzzled.

“Why Hillari?”

Joyce giggled, stepped forward, and bent the woman over in front of the whole crowd.

“Because…”

Letting loose another powerful slap to her ass, sending jiggling shockwaves of pleasure & mothion through her sensitive body.

“I think your new body is pretty…

HILLARI-ASS!”