'Oh, this is gonna get weird,' was Jon's last rational thoughts as reality warped around him.
Jon's body began to feel as if it were being ripped apart. He could feel a pull on his feet, as the y pressed against his socks. He felt as if someone was trying to rip his nose off of his face. There was a large amount of pressure on his lips. Jon looked down at his hands and saw his skin begin to become chalky white, while orange hair began to block his vision. When the changes were over, Jon made his way to the bathroom mirror, and couldn't believe what he saw.
His normally brown, frizzy hair had become orange and grown out, almost to the point of being an afro. His skin was as white as chalk everywhere. His eyes had turned a deep red. A red nose adorned his face, and his lips were bright red. Jon looked down at his feet and saw they were practically bursting out of the socks. And then, suddenly his clothes began to shift. White gloves made their way onto Jon's hands. A bright orange, purple, and green suit suddenly took the place of his shirt. Orange and red striped pants replaced his pants, and red shoes appeared that fit his now giant feet. Jon looked once again at the mirror, and saw that he now wore a green tophat on top of his hair.
'I'm... I'm a freak...' Jon thought to himself. Then he felt something like a pencil snapping in his head. Everything just seemed wrong. Here he was, in a white bathroom, and he began to notice that everything just seemed so... colorless. So humdrum and bland. He stood out like a sore thumb, and maybe, just maybe that was a good thing. Jon thought back to everyone he knew. Sarah McMillan, who mocks everyone beneath her. Karyn, exploding in anger over her own mistake. Nobody wanted to have good fun anymore. So Jon laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more, and that was when Jojo the Clown was born.
'Now...' Thought Jojo, as his laughter began to quiet down, 'Let's give everyone a big ol' smile.'
