Ellie was an average 25 year old female. Like some people though, she had a dislike for clowns. She hated being in the circus, but she went there with her mother and younger brother, whom she truly disliked. Her brother absolutely loved clowns, so the circus they went to had quite a ton of them. It was just approaching sunset, and Ellie was thankful that they would be leaving within the hour. She just had to distract herself a little longer with one more ride, but she had been on the roller coaster enough times to feel sick, and many other rides weren't interesting, or they had some sort of clown theme that made her feel more ill than riding that coaster multiple times.

Ellie walked along the dirt path. The crowds were starting to dissipate which made looking around easier. She noticed there was a fun house with a bunch of clown themes, a horror ride, which she felt as if she were already permanently in one, and then she noticed something else. Ellie walked up to a tent that advertised itself as the hall of mirrors. Ellie looked at the booth where a person would normally sit there to take tickets, but nobody was there. There was simply a note on the booth that said 'Enter free of charge' on a white piece of paper, but written in red to look as if it were in blood.

"I guess it is that time of year to try to be spooky." Ellie said to herself with a roll of her eyes. She had time to kill, and seeing her reflection hundreds of times was better than seeing more than half the stuff the circus had to offer otherwise. Even the animals were incredibly boring to stare at as they were heavily sedated. 

In the hall of mirrors, Ellie noticed there were dim lights overhead, and black walls with a black ceiling and floor. It almost gave off the illusion that she was nowhere, yet a turn behind her and she noticed the flap of the tent. "So weird." She mumbled. She noticed there was an array of mirrors set up on one side, and she knew they were going to distort her appearance in ways that looked bizarre, all because of bent mirrors. She had seen the trick hundreds of times before.

Ellie walked up to the first mirror, and glanced at her reflection. She blinked a few times as nothing about her seemed to be any different at first glance. Her blonde hair, her C cup breast, her arms, her torso, they all looked the same. She then looked down, and paused as she saw her black shoes tripled in length. The only thing the mirror changed about her was her feet, but it was ridiculously so. Her feet were a good size 20 in the mirror, so big that shoes would have had to be custom made at that point. "God..." she raised up one foot, and she was surprised with how much effort it took to even raise up her feet, as if they were actually as big as they were in the mirror. Ellie looked down at her feet away from the mirror and saw they were still the same size as they were before, they just looked as if they were bigger in the mirror, and felt that way too. "Well, that's a little freaky." She said to herself with a mumble.

Ellie was about to move to the next mirror, but she suddenly had a dizziness feeling that made her feel faint. She leaned back against the wall on the opposing side of the mirror, and blinked rapidly. She couldn't explain her dizzy spell, but it was quick to subside. She also felt a sudden pain down in her feet, but that also passed quickly. She held onto her head and groaned lightly as she recovered, and then glanced at the mirror again. She saw what looked to be her normal self in the mirror as normal, except now when she looked down at her feet she saw that her feet looked completely normal in the mirror, as if the mirror were just a plain ordinary everyday mirror now.

Ellie looked down at her own feet, and her eyes widened. She slammed her foot back down onto the ground and stared. Her feet looked just as large as they used to in the mirror, but now they were real. She reached down and gave a poke, and jumped back. Her feet were absolutely massive, at least her shoes were, but she could feel every bit inside of her shoes, and that made her fear how big her feet must have been inside of them. "The hell?!"

Ellie didn't know why her feet looked so massive, or felt that way, but she had enough of the hall of mirrors. She turned around towards the flap of the tent and rushed forward.

Ellie then smacked her face straight into another mirror, and fell with a hard thud. She didn't even see her reflection in the mirror! Yet upon closer inspection, she saw herself, now with her butt on the ground she saw herself with a beet red round nose. At first Ellie would have sworn that her nose was just red from smacking herself face first in the mirror, but her nose was too round. She reached up, and sure enough the mirror wasn't fake. She could feel the roundness of her nose entirely, and when she gave a gentle squeeze, she heard a 'honk' noise, as if her nose was there for amusement. She let out a shriek as she turned away from the mirror. She had expected some mirrors to play tricks on her, but nothing like this!

Ellie felt her heart her heard pound. She turned herself away from the mirror, but she just faced another mirror that made her look as if she had the pale skin of a clown. She could feel her own skin turn cold. She was afraid to look down at her hands in fear about what they might look like. "I'm turning into a fucking clown? I don't want to be a clown!" She shouted, but she shouted with a smile on her face. She looked happy in the mirror, but she was truly anything but. Ellie took deep panicking breaths as she held out her hand and noticed it didn't look white, but that was because it was covered in a red glove. In fact, she was head to toe in a colorful clown outfit. She still had her breast and rear though, she quickly becoming a girl clown, and there was nothing she was able to do to fix it. She looked silly. Her otherwise brown hair was now a very bright red. She was head to toe in clown makeup, and all from a few mirrors. She heard a loud honk noise with each step, and she realized it was her own feet that were causing it. Every step she took, she honked loudly like a clown would, and with each step, she slowly grew more and more into it.

The transformation was occurring extremely fast for her, but she found it hard to complain, if only because she literally couldn't. She had a big dumb smile on her face, and with the thumping of the carnival music that surrounded her, she grew more and more into it. She had thoughts about using her massive feet to her advantage, using her clown bits to grow her tits and having all sorts of whacky style fun, especially while having sex! It was a strange bizarre thought for her, but she couldn't get rid of it, no matter how hard she tried.

Just then, one of the mirrors slid upward to reveal a bedroom. Ellie could make out tons of balloons shaped into sex toys, and she immediately knew what the room was for. Her transformation had been swift physically, and mentally, but now she knew what she had to do. With honking noises from her massive feet, she walked into the room, and let the mirror slide down behind her. She had truly become a 'sexy clown' for the circus, to serve much more off stage, than on, for the many clowns in the show that needed the relief.