Clowning Around - Part 2 [A Clown Girl TG Story]

Commissioned by Azena

Eric is a serious man who he hates all things silly, so when a mysterious woman in a clown outfit appears and claims he’s her long-lost sister, he isn’t too pleased. He’s even less happy when she drags him through a magical portal to Clown Town, transforming him into a jester girl in the process! 

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Eric had hoped for a few moments to forget as he woke, but he had no luck. Even in the first few moments of wakefulness, he could feel the crush of his breasts against the mattress and feel the absence between his legs. He opened his eyes and groaned as colour assaulted his eyes. The room he’d been given was so bright: blue walls, a red striped ceiling and a circular bed with a canopy over it designed to look like a circus tent. A five-year-old might have found it magical; Eric thought it was an eyesore. 

He sat up and sighed, looking down at his body; Dottie had lent him a nightgown that left very little to the imagination. Out of curiosity, he cupped one of his breasts and hefted it up before letting it fall, watching as his cleavage seemed to dance. Okay, so maybe this situation wasn’t all bad. 

As if by some sixth sense, the door flew open, and Dottie cartwheeled in with that signature wide smile on her face just like she did every morning since he’d arrived.

“Zippy Doo-Dah! Are you ready for the best day ever?” 

“You said that yesterday and the day before.”

“Exactly! And weren't those days fun? We can only improve!”

Fun wasn't exactly the word Eric would have used; nauseating, confusing, headache-inducing, any of those would have been a better fit. Dottie had been at his side near constantly. She’d taken him on a grand tour of Clown Town, from the carnival mall to the smallest hole in the wall cafes; all carnival and clown-themed. He’d even gotten used to squeezing into the tiny clown cars to get around. The fact that he could ever get used to something so strange was worrying, really. 

“What do you want for breakfast? I’ll get it started!”

“Wheat toast with butter?” He tried, as he had the other mornings but again, Dottie waved him off.

“What sort of boring breakfast is that? Popcorn pancakes were always your favourite! I’ll make those!”

“No, please, not again-”

“I’ll get started! You get dressed!”

Eric let out a sigh of defeat as Dottie disappeared; so far he’d had chocolate chip waffles, sugary marshmallow cereal and popcorn pancakes for breakfast every day. The latter of which was a cavity waiting to happen with all the chocolate sauce and sticky popcorn. He hated it, but no matter how much he tried to tell Dottie that, she didn’t seem to understand. Yesterday, he looked desperately for a supermarket to buy some proper food but found only more sugar and carnival fare. How on Earth were the people here not diabetes riddled fatsos? Maybe that was the answer; this place wasn’t Earth at all. 

“You’ll get back.” He told his reflection after a shower. “You’ll be yourself again soon…” 

He pulled at his pink hair, looking for a hint of natural root and finding nothing but pink. 

“It’s the family colour.”

Eric whirled around to find Mama behind him, and quickly scrambled to wrap a towel around his body. 

“Haha sorry,” She giggled. “My father was a mime; sneaking is in my blood. Our blood really.”

“Wonderful.”

She reached behind her back and produced a package that, by all rights, shouldn’t have fit there: Hammerspace, yet another fun fact about Clown Town. 

“Here, dear. I noticed you didn't look very comfortable in the clothes Dottie picked out for you the last few days.” 

“How anybody could be comfortable in crop tops and baggy pants with those patterns, I will never know.” he deadpanned and took the package. 

“I just want you to be happy, Zippy. So does Dottie, maybe more than anybody.” 

There was that look again, that look of utter love that only a mother could give her child. Eric felt guilt swirl in his gut; Mama seemed to genuinely love him, even if she didn’t quite understand, she was trying. It had always been just him and his strict father growing up; he’d never felt like he was missing anything but suddenly being confronted with a mother’s love…he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. 

“Thanks. But uh, my name is Eric.” He choked out eventually, and his Mama smiled sadly before backflipping out the window. 

“...God, this place is so weird…” He muttered before running to the window. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, darling, why?”

“...Nevermind.”

He turned his attention back to the present, lifting it up to reveal yet another clown outfit. No, not a clown, a jester. It was a skintight one-piece body suit themed in green and purple with a checkerboard pattern. Each leg was a different colour, with diamonds down the side. There was a ruffled white collar at the neck and a snug jester hood with white pom poms hanging off the fluffy ends. It wasn’t. At least not compared to what he’d been wearing the last few days. He had to admit, even just to himself, that it did feel comfortable to wear. The skin tight fabric hugged and showed off his curves, almost making them feel…right. 

He tucked the last of his pink hair into the hood and turned to admire himself in the mirror again. For the first time, he actually smiled. He looked fun and playful. Maybe he was just getting used to things, or maybe it was because Mama had gone out of her way to find something nice for him. Either way, he felt comfortable for the first time since arriving in Clown Town. 

“Something is missing, though…”

His eyes slid to the make-up table. Curiosity slowly built as he approached, his face did look a little plain in this outfit. He’d staunchly avoided putting anything on his face after the first day when it had taken half an hour of scrubbing to get the pigments off, but for whatever reason, he felt almost compelled to try it again now. 

He slowly painted his face white, then added dark black eyeliner and diamond shapes over his eyes. He expected to end up with wonky squares, but to his surprise, applying clown make-up came naturally. He even perfectly sculpted dark red lipstick to his lips on the first try. Then, his gaze fell on the red clown nose. He’d tried summoning a portal with one the same way Dottie had, but it never worked. When he’d mentioned it to Papa he’d just shrugged.

“Portal magic is very powerful, and you’ll probably need to practise more. Really get in touch with your clown side before you can do that.”

That was the last thing he’d wanted to hear. But there was no way Dottie or anybody else was going to send him home, so developing his….clown skills was his only shot at getting back to the human world where things made sense. If that meant dressing like this, so be it. 

He took a step back to admire his work and was surprised to find just how much he liked the full look, nose included. A delighted giggle burst from his lips before he slapped a palm over them to stop it. 

“Come on, get a hold of yourself, Eric…”

“Zippy! Breakfast is ready!”

“Oh….great.”

He took one last look at himself in the mirror before skipping down the hall to the kitchen, only just catching himself and forcing his legs to slow to a respectable walk before somebody saw him. Luckily, the heavy make-up hid his blush, so nobody could suspect. Dottie was just placing down a frankly irresponsible pile of pancakes on the table when he entered, and whatever she had planned to say turned into a shocked gasp.

“Oh, Zippy!” She said tearfully. “You look so wonderful!” 

“Mama gave it to me.”

“Well, it’s perfect for what I have planned for today!” She said cheerily. “We’re going to wake up your dormant clown skills at the big top gym! A whole day just the two of us, tumbling, flipping and pratfalling! Doesn't that sound fun?”

“That sounds like torture.” He whispered into his food.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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The Big Top Gym was Clown Town's equivalent of a regular gym and a community centre all in one. Shaped like a proper big top, the inside had everything a clown or jester could want to practise their skills. Regular gyms, with treadmills and weights, didn't seem to exist. It seemed like any clown who wasn't working was here, juggling or doing something else foolish. 

“Isn’t it great?” Dottie grinned. “What shall we do first?”

Nothing looked particularly appealing; if he had to do this, he might as well be efficient about it.

“What exercise will increase my clown powers the fastest?”

“Um…I don't think it works that way.”

“Of course it does. If you want to work on strength, focus on specific muscles with specific exercises. If a clown wants to use portal magic, what is the next adjacent exercise to build that same magic ‘muscle’ exactly?”

Dottie just shook her head and gave him a playful noogie.

“Magic don’t work like that!”

“Doesn’t.”

“Exactly. Every clown is different. Most our age already have a specialty, like me with my tumbling! Let’s find out what yours is! Now, what calls to you?”

Eric looked around the room and desperately wished for a quiet room with a laptop full of numbers to sort through, but of course, that wasn’t an option. He looked around and felt his eyes wander to the bowling pins in the corner. It was silly. Juggling wasn't magical, it probably would help but his hands twitched seeing them, and his legs moved on their own. He felt almost compelled to pick them up by some long-forgotten muscle memory. The moment they were in his arms, he felt his heart start to race with…excitement? 

With a shrug, he threw one in the air, then another. It would have been smarter to start with just two but before he knew it, he had four in the air and was somehow managing to keep them all aloft. A breathy laugh pressed past his lips; this was actually fun! He wobbled from side to side as his throws went wide, but somehow, he was actually doing it; he was juggling! Dottie was jumping on the spot, hair flailing in all directions. 

“You’re doing it! Yay, Zippy!”

The sudden yell made him fumble, and before he could stop it, the bowling pins in the air were falling on his head one after the other. 

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” He moaned, only to find the pain was fleeting. “Dottie!”

“Oh, don't worry, clowns don't feel pain for long! Try again. You were doing so well!”

Eric felt his cheeks heat up, and he forced his lips into a thin line.

“I got carried away. Teach me something with more magic.”

“No, juggle again. It was so cute!”

This was going nowhere, like most conversations with Dottie. 

“Fine. I will go figure it out myself.”

He didn’t wait for Dottie to reply. He spun on his heels and walked off to the other end of the room, trying to ignore the urge to skip or cartwheel like the rest of the clowns. This body was so lithe and agile that just walking normally almost felt like a waste. He tried his hand at a few other clown activities, balancing on a ball and spinning plates, but they didn't come as naturally as juggling did. It didn't help that Dottie always lingered at the edge of his vision like an overbearing parent at a school talent show. Every time he managed to take a step in the right direction, she’d cheer or yell, and he’d lose focus. He would never figure out how to escape this madhouse if she kept distracting him.

“Hey, Dottie…” He tried after a while. “I’m sort of hungry, think you could get us some lunch?”

“Of course! How about corn dogs? Or popcorn, oh no, wait, fairy floss!”

None of those would constitute a meal, but Eric held his tongue.

“Sounds great! I will wait for you here.”

Dottie scurried off, and the moment she was out of sight, he bolted, happily leaving the tend behind and making his way home. She’d find him eventually, but at least he’d have some peace for a while or as much peace as one could get in Clown Town. When he arrived home he wanted to go straight to his room but a flash of colour distracted him. It was Mama, standing in the garden juggling scarves that she was seemingly pulling from nowhere. She noticed him and skipped over, still juggling the scarves as if it were the easiest thing in the world before placing them behind their back where they seemingly disappeared. 

“Hello, Zip, uh Eric. How was the gym?”

“Fine, what are you doing?”

“Juggling, it’s very soothing.”

“How do you make those scarves disappear like that?”

“Here, let me show you.” Mama smiled, “Just focus on the funny, think to yourself, what would make people smile the most and let it come to you.”

It sounded ridiculous, but like always, Mama was so sincere that Eric couldn't help but take her seriously.  

“I’ve never thought about how to make people laugh before,” he admitted.

“You’ll get there. Just try, for me?”

His heart fluttered a little; was this what it felt like to have a parent who was proud and supportive? His father had always been cold and distant, his praise scarce and all the more precious for it. Eric had chased and earned his approval but he had to admit, this gentle, motherly encouragement did feel nice. He tossed the scarfs in the air, catching them one by one and putting them behind his back. It took a few tries but they started disappearing, reappearing in his palm when he wanted them. That same grin from before, the one of full joy, spread across his face as he moved faster and faster. His clown instincts took over, and he started moving more dramatically, adding flips and cartwheels, flying through the air, juggling the scarves and catching them again. 

Mama clapped her hands in delight and watched, and Eric felt his heart begin to race with excitement. This was…so much fun! He threw three scarves in the air, flipped, caught them and filled on the ground before springing to his feet to repeat the action. Midway through the flip, though, a stray thought made him pause.

‘Wouldn't it be funnier if I fell?’

Just like that, his legs opened, and he fell to the ground, landing on his butt with the scarves fluttering down around him. Mama stared, then giggled. The sound brought him a kind of joy Eric had never felt, and he added a sad shrug to make the performance look all the more hapless. Mama bent over double, laughing so hard she gasped as Eric got to his feet and took a bow. 

“Bravo! That was wonderful!” Mama said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eyes. “Didn't I say you would get there?”

Eric blushed; he’d gotten carried away again, and this time without Dottie, he’d fully embraced his clown nature without any distraction. Not only that, it felt good. That realisation made him slightly horrified. He couldn’t go getting comfortable here in this place, in this body. 

“I’m going to go inside and get some lunch organised. You keep practising, okay?” Mama said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the house. That spot on his cheeks stayed warm, and he touched it. A mother’s love…

“Zippy!!”

Eric couldn’t hold back a groan: Dottie had found him.
 She was practically flying up the street, running faster than her big floppy shoes should have allowed. A look of panic melted away when she spotted Eric by the fence and she ran right up to him, flying through the air and tackling him to the ground.

“Zippy! I was so worried!”

“Dottie…you’re…crushing…me!”

“I was so scared we’d lost you again!” She wailed. “But don’t worry, sis. I won't leave your side ever again, no matter what!”

That was it. Eric felt his temper boil over and he pushed her away, getting to his teeth in a huff. 

“Can you just give it a rest!” He snapped. “I get it. I’m your long lost sister, but you’re driving me up the wall. Guess what? Some siblings just don’t like each other, and that’s us!”

Dottie gasped, and Eric instantly felt guilty. 

“Ah, look, I didn't mean that it’s just…you’re a lot okay. I need time to breathe.”

“I’m sorry…” Dottie sniffled. “I was trying to make up for lost time. I thought if I did, maybe it would be like you never left.”

“I lived as a human man for over twenty-five years, Dottie. You can’t expect me to love living as a clown girl overnight.”

“I know, I just hoped…”

“Look, we both know this isn't working out. Just let me go home, and I promise I will visit…sometimes.”

The blood seemed to drain from Dottie’s pale face at the suggestion.

“No! Please don’t go, Mama and Papa would be heartbroken if you did, and I can be responsible for losing you again!”

“Again?”

For the first time since he arrived in Clown Town, there seemed to be silence. Dottie hung her head, and realisation washed over Eric. 

“It was you. You were the one who transformed me.” 

She nodded.

“It was just a joke…the other kids were teasing me, saying how you were already a better clown even though I was older. I was just a kid, and I wanted the spotlight for a few minutes. I didn't think you’d wander off or that the change would be permanent!” 

Eric looked at his sister and, for the first time, really saw her as just that. Despite the makeup and ridiculous clothes, she radiated guilt and love. He could only imagine how awful it had been to carry the guilt all these years and hide it behind that smiling facade. No wonder she had dragged him here after finally finding him. 

“I…forgive you.” He said after a moment. “And I am sure Mama and Papa will too if you tell them.”

Dottie sniffled.

“You think?”
 “I know.” 

And somehow, he did. 

“Alright. I promise to be less intense from now on.”

Eric thought about the fun he’d had juggling this morning and sighed. 

“And I promise to be more open-minded about….Clown Stuff.”

“It’s a deal!”

She struck out her hand, and Eric grasped it. He really should have seen the buzzer prank coming.

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