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“God this thing is ugly…" Aiko stared into the bag with disgust at the hat, “And I hate dealing with kids, how did you rope me into this?"

“You like dressing up, you like socializing with people and getting your picture taken, what's the difference?"

“The difference is that I look good in one and I look like a literal clown in the other!" The girl pulled the top of the jester hat up just a little bit and scowled. “And what part of “I hate kids" is not being comprehended?"

Her friend merely smirked as he grabbed one of the bells dangling from the top and gave it a merry little jingle. “Looking good is subjective, I think you look rather dreary in your gothic whatever getup. A little colour wouldn't kill you you know."

“The colours on this thing don't even match! You slapped a bunch of fabric together and hoped for the best. I'll have you know I actually spent some time and effort coordinating and sewing my outfit together!"

“I actually just bought this thing downstairs from one of the vendors." He laughed as Aiko howled in disgust, throwing the cap into his face, bells ringing the entire time. They were getting stares now, not that either of them cared.

“Listen Aiko, I just need you to help my booth for an hour, and then I'll do whatever you want. Sound good?"

“I'm putting my fist into your ass at the end of this."

“Oooo, didn't know you were into such kinky stuff." He winked and threw the hat back at her as she scowled. “Listen, I didn't even ask you to wear the whole costume. Just the hat, greet and smile for an hour, done. Though you probably want to change into your regular clothing unless you want to be a gothic lolita clown."

She didn't respond so he kept going, “We got a little screen in the back of our room, you can swap into your full outfit if you get a change of heart. You don't even need to interact with the other members of our club. Just stand outside, look “clowny", and we're even."

With a mock bow he excused himself to go check up on pre-opening preparations. The doors to the anime convention would open in less than an hour and all around her vendors and organizers were scrambling to be ready.

Aiko sighed and trundled to look at the rest of the costume. If she was going to do this, she may as well fully commit. That way her friend couldn't accuse her of a half-assed job and guilt-trip her in the future.

Plopping the cap on her head she looked into the mirror. Ugh. The girl brushed a bell out of her face before examining the rest of the outfit buried in the bottom of the bag. A multi-colored corset, thigh boots, white body paint and of course…

Plucking the red ball nose out she gave it a cursory honk. Of course it honked, why wouldn't it honk? With a grimace she put it back into the bag.

“Let's get this over with…" She quickly stripped and hung up her purple dress. Taking a moment to admire it, Aiko then braced herself for what was to come.

The paint had to go on first and hopefully it wasn't too greasy. Truth be told, she was hoping that it was cheap and would stain the clown costume, potentially ruining it. That might teach her friend a lesson about conscripting people into his schemes.

Applicator in hand, she stared into the mirror and applied even coats to her face and neck. Next came her arms and the tops of her thighs. Aiko sighed with relief when she noticed the gloves, at least her hands would be spared.

The girl's chest however would not be spared. Growling as she took a closer look at the corset of course he picked one that would reveal as much cleavage as possible. Pervert. With grim determination she continued slathering the stuff on.

It was strangely therapeutic though. Was body paint usually this cooperative? Or quick to set? Aiko found herself calming down and even enjoying the experience. As though the alabaster white of her skin was soothing her very soul.

Painting done she stepped back to observe her handiwork. Not bad, not bad at all. Fortunately the corset came pre-laced so that was quite considerate of them, that was one less step she'd have to tackle. It also came with a liner. So much for body paint smearing all over it.

Wrapping the garment around herself she clumsily tried to clasp and tying everything around. This would be easier if she had someone to help her but she was far too proud, besides, the mirror was plenty of help already.

Tightening it up was the easiest part and as Aiko adjusted it she frowned at her reflection. It's not like she didn't have a decent bust but these cups were definitely not made for her in mind. If she walked around with this she was liable to flash someone and then get arrested for indecency.

And what was with the coat tails in the back? Of course there were more bells ringing at the ends of them but for some reason she didn't mind the sound anymore, it was hard not to smile each time she heard them. Aiko only hoped that they wouldn't accidentally trip her.

And then came the thigh boots. The bells at the end of her toes rang happily but Aiko immediately encountered another problem; her thighs weren't big enough. Each time she pulled it up her leg it would just slide back down, there wasn't enough for the shoe to cling to.

She was beginning to think that she was the victim of some very sick prank.

But instead of sulking and storming off, the girl felt determined to make the outfit work. Her previous frustration was fading and with a smile she tried again. Trying to balance her breasts into the cups that didn't seem quite as large. The boots also weren't sliding down as far anymore, which was a good sign.

“Oy, knock knock. How you doing in here?"

Aiko twisted around to catch her friend staring. The expression on his face was difficult to read. Surprise? Relief? Excitement?

“Wow, you actually look pretty decent. I really didn't expect you to go all the way with this."

“Well, I just so happen to be a professional." The thigh portion of the boot was staying on now, good, “If you're going to force me to dress like this I may as well commit to the act as opposed to half-assing it."

Her chest was threatening to pop out of the corset again. With a sigh, she tried to wiggle everything back in only to pause. Why was her cleavage so large? Yes, she had always had trouble fitting into this costume but before she was falling out, not spilling out.

As Aiko fussed over the outfit she didn't notice her friend grab the body paint and stow it away.

“If you don't mind me saying, I think this look suits you much better."

“Oh? And why is that?" The gloves were being slipped on now. God, how much cleavage was this corset going to show? She couldn't even see her feet anymore when she looked down.

“There's just more of you to go around, if you know what I'm saying." He slapped her ass causing Aiko to yelp and swing around. But when she swivelled to backhand him, he simply popped the comical clown nose on her face.

“Boop! I mean, honk, honk!"

It stuck perfectly to her own nose and honked just like a clown nose from a children's cartoon. She nearly tripped over from the surprise and had to be caught by her friend who was more than happy to catch her.

“Whoa, you scared of your own nose? Clowns aren't supposed to be scared or scary. You aren't Pennywise, you're Aiko!"

That made sense, in a way. She felt a smile creep across her face and gave the nose a cautious honk.

HONK!

She jumped back again and he laughed. Well, at least he was laughing. Clowns were also supposed to make people so she was just doing her job.

“Anyways, when you're ready we'll get you set up out in the front. Take your time getting comfortable in your new clothing." His gaze lingered just a little too long on her body, especially her thighs and chest. But she didn't mind when she also noticed his smile. Laughter was best but smiles were also acceptable.

Aiko twirled on the ball of her foot, letting the chimes on her body ring. How could she have hated this noise earlier? It brought so much joy to her and now all she wanted to do was dance about to have them sing to her.

Wait, she had a job to do. That's right, she was needed up in the front to do something, something important. When she was ready, was she ready? She had to be ready.

Staring at herself in the mirror something didn't seem right. Something about her had changed, maybe multiple parts of her had…

And then she realized it. Of course, how silly could she have been? While she had been examining herself in the mirror she was focusing so hard that she was frowning! Another big smile spread across her face and immediately her reflection looked perfectly fine.

Show time.

The clowngirl pranced out from behind the screen, bells dinging the entire way. With each step she took heads turned to look and eyes locked on to follow her every movement. Just knowing that she was the centre of attention for so many people sent Aiko into a fit of giggles.

“Hello hello hello everyone! Aiko the clown is here!" She burst through the door and already a sizable crowd had assembled, presumably just for her. A gasp went through the crowd, she supposed that no one was expecting her to make an appearance so quickly.

“And how is everyone doing today?" The clowngirl twirled around and struck a pose. Someone cheered and phones were quickly whipped out to snap a few pictures. Aiko honked the nose a few times to elicit a few more laughs.

“I think everyone here is much better now that you're here Aiko!" Her friend had suddenly appeared at her side. She barely paid attention to the hand on her thigh as he produced a number of balloons and placed them in her gloved hand. “And she's got presents for a few special guests today!"

A murmur went through the group as a few people started to approach only to be held at bay by a few other volunteers.

“Not so fast! Not just anyone can get through! Our little star here needs a little love and attention! So Aiko will be selecting the ones who cheer for her the loudest!"

The clowngirl posed again and transformed several of the balloons into a trophy. She crammed it into her cleavage with a flourish and grinned. The crowd roared and the volunteers were having trouble keeping them back.

“Now choose Aiko! Who will get the privilege of having a photo op with you first? Who will the first lucky person be? Come on, let's hear that excitement!"

Aiko pressed her glove to her chin and gazed into the sea of admirers. So many wonderful people to choose from, all of them who wanted to spend time with her and smile together. This would be a difficult decision…

“I choose… you!" She pointed at someone yelling, who proceeded to yell even louder once he realized he had been chosen.

Scrambling to the front he grabbed Aiko by the waist as the rest of his body squished as close as he could to her massive chest. Her friend was already set-up with a camera.

“Let's see those pearly whites!" And Aiko felt good as more and more attendees lined up to see the clowngirl.