“The company mascot?” Shoshanna repeated, dismayed over the news Brandi had told her. “But I don’t want to be some white clown for the rest of my life! I liked being black, I liked trolling for men, I liked my life! I don’t want this one!”
“Shoshanna,” Brandi began in as comforting a tone as she could muster, “I can’t change you back, I’m sorry.”
“You have to change me back!” Shoshanna pleaded, her arms stretching out and grabbing Brandi by the lapels in desperation. The second she clued into what happened she felt her arms snap back like a pair of rubber bands. She stared at her four fingered gloved hands in horror, while Brandi stared at them in disbelief. “You have to change me back,” she said in a tiny voice choked with emotion.
Brandi straightened her suit jacket with a “Hmph!” and a long commanding fart. She looked at Shoshanna and took a deep breath, before laying it out for the poor clown. “Shoshanna I accept that your condition is somewhat my fault, but you have to acknowledge that if you had just thrown the bottle out like I told you to, like I told you to, then you wouldn’t be in this situation now. Agreed?”
“Yes Mrs. Brandi,” she sniffed as she dropped to the floor, her ass sounding off with a fake fart sound, she closed her eyes, disgusted with her new whoopee cushion butt cheeks.
“Now I can’t change you back, I didn’t create the spell, and that sort of person doesn’t come into your life twice, but I can make you the company mascot. That’s a big change in income, and a pretty stable job in the long term, you know, if you catch on.”
“So you want me to spend the rest of my life as a…a…clown?” Shoshanna asked slack jawed that his woman would propose this when she felt her life was ruined.
“A rich clown.”
“How can you ask me that?” Shoshanna asked flabbergasted. She couldn’t help but let out a whiny fart as well, one that filled Brandi’s nostrils with the scent of cotton candy.
Brandi raised an eyebrow, feeling as if the sad clown’s fart some how challenged her, and let rip a stinker of her own. She smiled slightly at the look of disgust when it hit Shoshanna’s clown nose nostrils, making her sneeze confetti everywhere. “I can ask you that because I know business, a stinky as woman like myself doesn’t rise to the top of the company on good looks and farts, she has to know how to seize an opportunity when it presents itself.” Shoshanna looked n with rapt attention, taken in by Brandi’s energy and charisma, “We can make millions Shoshanna, and trust me fame and money makes any woman look sexy. I’ll make you the biggest clown since Ronald McDonald.” Brandi swept her arm out as if gesturing to some unseen miracle, “It’ll be Bozo, Ronald McDonald, and Twinkle Butt!”
“Girl you crazy. I am not calling myself Twinkle Butt.”
Brandi put her arm around Shoshanna and gestured again, “Twinkle Butt the Farting Clown!”
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