hurry. I splayed my hands out as pale skin gave way to paler, milk-white cotton that wrapped my long fingers and tightened into notched cuffs at my wrists. A soft jingle sounded as the fake medallions on my regal waistcoat fluttered into being, suspended across gaudy gold brocade and burgundy velvet.
a wereclown transformation. 💀💀💀💀💀
