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Cissy BeBe The Clown By Mary Beth Sanford Synopsis: Like some boys I dreamed of running away to join the circus. More so after watching my first Circus march around the rings on opening day. There were clowns, dozens of them, but the one dressed as a baby girl really caught my attention. I was diapered for bed wetting and cross dressing by then, and right there in front of me, marching happily, was a man wearing everything I loved wearing and getting paid for it. The perfect job I thought.... A little word of caution: In this story, unlike most that I write, I wanted to explore, in a mildly explicit form, the number of ways, legitimate ways that my protagonist could find some sort of sexual release. Mark, that protagonist, has emerged from a terribly dark cocoon into lights almost too bright for a clear view, and while he's still squinting he's being gently guided into worlds he's never imagined, let alone know. Players in order of appearance: Mark West as the new Cissy BeBe the clown, Monica as Mommy Cuddles the clown, Julie as Little Lacy the clown, Sandy as the old Cissy, and Mr. Potter the circus boss. Jerry, AKA Jennifer; Bobby. Story: "What the hell? Hey! Who is that?" the voice yelled and then added, "hey, you! I can see your butt. Come out of there." The stick caught Mark on the back of his hand, not hard, but he jerked his hand back defensively when it swung again. The railroad bulls used sticks to beat the freeloaders off the trains. Mark was afraid it was a railroad bull. With one hand off the handle his other wouldn't hold him any longer. He wanted to let go, he had to let go because in truth he was simply too exhausted to hang on. Mark, already on the verge of tears, was exhausted, cold and hungry. He just no longer cared. If it was a railroad bull so be it. He gave up allowing himself to simply flop onto the ties and gravel. He was thirsty, terribly thirsty and so very sore. Everything ached. Mark took a chance and looked through the bars of the railroad car. The man watching him, looked on wearily, there was no sympathy on his face and that stick was still in his hand as Mark lay motionless on the gravel beneath him. "I give up," Mark said in a low voice. "Then come out of there," the voice yelled angrily while the stick wavered close to Mark's legs. "Please, give my a minute... My hands are cramping," Mark said desperate to move his fingers. Mark hesitated for as long as he dared. Mark sighed and resigned himself to what was about to happen. He carefully moved to the edge of the car crab like, but feet first fearing the blows about to rain down on him. He'd been there before, he mused. As he emerged he was at least thankful not to still be clinging to the railroad car. His hands hurt, his arms ached and he was now shivering uncontrollably. "Please, I'll leave. Please? Just don't hit me anymore," Mark begged keeping his head just under the edge of the railway car to protect it if need be. Almost everything else healed on it's own, but not his head. "Now stop that. I didn't hit you that hard honey, I poked at you and I only poked at you because you wouldn't answer me. Now come out of there before you end up in two equal, but very bloody halves," the man said. Oddly he spoke in what was clearly a womanly voice. Something was wrong with the picture Mark had formed. It took a second to adjust that picture and the voice helped. It wasn't a man, but a woman and Mark regretted that first impression. She was just a large somewhat muscular woman dressed in work clothes. Mark smiled slightly at the contradiction facing him. At least they had that in common. Mark wanted to tell her he understood because he was in the same boat, only at the other end of the spectrum. She was too big for her gender, he was too small. "And why in hell are you clinging to the bottom of a damn railway car anyway? And on a night like this? You're not going to survive the night if the temperature drops anymore. You realize that's about the worse way to travel you can pick. You a runaway," Monica asked. Better not be running from some kind of crime.... you hear me?" "Yes ma'am, I heard," Mark said. "So you commit a crime somewhere?" Monica asked. "No ma'am, no crime and I'm not running away. Okay, yes I am running away, but I'm eighteen so I'm technically no longer a runaway. I'm just broke and I needed to get somewhere else... anywhere else as fast as I could," Mark said regretting that last. It begged for further explanation and he wasn't ready to give it. "Where? Somewhere?" Monica asked. "Just anywhere," Mark said in exhaustion. "No crimes, that's good, but did you break any other laws back wherever it was you was coming from? I mean in this big hurry of yours," Monica asked. "No. Just had to leave is all," Mark said in frustration, and added, "And it's like I said, I'm eighteen." "Don't give me attitude honey, remember you're the one that is a stowaway, and unless you can prove you're eighteen sweets, you'll have to come with me and tell your story to the police," Monica warned. "Please, no police," Mark said and added, "Please. Look, I'm sorry. No more attitude. I'm just tired is all." "And if you'd let me finish," Monica said loudly before adding, "on the other hand, there would be no need for the police if what you said was true." "It's true, got my license," Mark said as moved out from beneath the rail car fully and stood. The soft breeze caught Mark's smell and pushed it towards Monica. "Keep that license in your wallet. Not sure I want to touch anything yet. You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to introduce you to some soap and water first. Honey, to be really honest with you, you smell pretty damn bad," Monica noted as she scrunched her nose. "I couldn't let go with either hand," Mark said lowering his head but rubbing his shoulders as he slowly straightened. He'd had to go potty the instant the train lurched ahead and again sometime in the night, and he'd been hanging on ever since as he added, "thought that train was going to go on forever." "Considering where we started at the beginning of this season it almost feels like it. Oh, and I'm Monica, and you would be?" Monica asked. "Mark," Mark said not offering her his last name as he added, "and I really have got a drivers license, if that's proof enough." "It is only if it hasn't been tampered with. How long you been under there?" Monica asked and this time the face did show a touch of sympathy. "Not sure. Day and a half I guess," Mark said trying not to give her any information on the city either as he asked, "Okay if I can get a drink water somewhere. I'm real thirsty at the moment." Mark's shivering was getting slightly worse and his teeth chattering was effecting his voice. "It was cold last night, today and still is. Come on, we've got a trailer not far from here, and you can earn the cost of a bath helping me carry one of our trunks over to it," Monica said as she turned her back on Mark to open the rail cars massive door. There was a ramp against the rail car as Monica motions Mark to walk ahead of her. She pulled the lever, twisted it letting it fall against the metal wall of the car. She began pulling on the door. The door squealed, squeaked and protested in scraping sounds, but opened. Just inside Monica grabbed hold of a not too large trunk. There were large shelves along the rail car walls with about half of them holding all manner of luggage. Obviously the bag she was tugging on was one of hers Mark decided as she added, "come on and grab that other handle." Mark moved to help her as she stood the bag up. The stick that Mark thought was a stick wasn't as Monica slipped it into the large trunk. There were two wheels on the end Mark grabbed and the handle made it a very large version of a pull along piece of luggage. There were stickers all over the top from towns Mark had heard of, but had never seen and then a few he'd never heard of. "Tell you what, you pull this and I'll get another," Monica said grabbing another large suitcase. Mark, deciding he'd badly judged the woman on several levels, took up the pull handle of the trunk and waited to follow. The spur with all of the railroad cars was a good couple of blocks from the large trailer court that Mark was walking towards. Mark met another woman at the door a large double wide factory built home. She was younger and she frowned immediately at Mark while stepping back. She tossed her head back, brought a finger to her nose, and made that same face, scrunching her nose as Monica had when she came near Mark. "Who's this," the woman said stepping aside but squinting and still curling her nose after Mark followed Monica into the large double wide trailer. "Stowaway," Monica said. "Stowaway," Julie said and added, "what he stow away in? A soft pile of crap?" "Was riding the rails like a hobo," Monica said and she too added, "I'm guessing it's in his pants!" "Smells like it," Julie added. "He does at that," Monica noted. "No, Monica, he doesn't smell, he stinks," the other woman noted as Mark continued manhandling the trunk with him. He stepped closet to the kitchen counter desperate for a glass of water but stood in place shivering, fearing he'd be kicked out. "I know he smells, I know. He is in desperate need of a bath and his names Mark, no last name. Found him under the baggage car of all places. Says he rode in with us last night," Monica said and added to Mark, "oh, and that's Julie." "So he's really a stowaway?" Julie asked then shook her head, suddenly smiling affectionately at Monica as she added, "and I'm guessing we've got another damn stray if I'm reading that face of yours right." "Nope! He's not staying," Monica said and added, "and Mark, I'd like to see that license now if you don't mind. Laws pretty clear on minors." "May I have a glass of water?" Mark asked. "Help yourself," Monica said as Julie bent as far as she could without getting any closer to hand him a glass. Mark fishing a wafer thin wallet from his pocket took the only other item he carried in it out and handed it to Monica as he took the water. It was gone in an instant and another went as well. "Thank you," Mark said. "You're welcome," Julie said filling the glass for a third time. "Wow. Eighteen for two whole days now. Happy birthday," Monica said handing Mark's license back and noting also the address. For no other reason than to look official she paused and held it to the light. Monica looked at the address again and roughly guessed the boy was about 1,200 miles from there making his stay under that car about 30 hours, as she added, "and I noticed you didn't have any luggage." "He locked my room," Mark said dropping his head. There was anger filling his voice and suddenly he was almost on the verge of tears again. He took a breath, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and quickly gritted his teeth. It was clear whoever it was that did whatever they did wasn't thought of kindly. Mark looked so desperate and suddenly very sad. "Okay, we can cover all of this on the other side of a shower or bath, your choice," Julie said looking painfully at Monica. "She's right Mark. A promise is a promise. You helped with the luggage and you get a bath. Well, let's see if we can't find you something to wear till we get some of that world out of those clothes you're wearing," Monica said as she looked at Julie. Julie knew that look and this time she agreed with it. The boy looked like death warmed over and whatever he'd wallowed in made him stink to high heaven. Whatever else he was he was in need of a little comfort and a whole lot of care. "The next time you bring someone home, it would be so nice if they were at least your size," Julie said smiling as she moved off towards what Mark guessed was her bedroom. He didn't think he'd need to mention he was a guy. "Come on honey and lets see what you look like with a little less dirt. You hungry?" Monica asked and added, "Don't answer that. Thirty hours under a railway car makes that the dumbest question I've ever asked. "Maybe a little," Mark said as he realized he was starving. He also realized he was judging them and again regretting the image he fostered. A woman, dressed masculine, another more feminine and he cursed himself. His step father's influence, he mused as he added, "It's okay, I was planning on eating later, in town. I can just take a quick shower when I get there if that's okay?" "Honey, town is an hour away by car, so it's about fifteen hours on foot. In your condition I'd add a few more hours, say at least a day, and trust me no one is going to let you into their place to eat, not smelling and looking like that," Monica said and added, "and that's if you survive the cold they way you're dressed." Mark not sure what to do or say just stood there shivering. "Look, why not have that bath or shower and a little something to eat here first, then we'll kick you out. Might even find you something warmer to wear when you leave. How's that," Monica said smiling and added, "and it's nothing fancy, so I'll charge you for the food, bath and our washing machine about equal to the cost of lumping that luggage and a few more pieces for me when you're done." "Deal! Anything you've got is okay, and thank you," Mark said excitedly as Monica walked past. She stopped in the hallway to open a closet that turned out to be linen. She had a towel and wash cloth in her hands standing next to a door she opened as she added, "soaps in the holder. Wash till there's no dirt on that wash cloth," as she added, "and toss those clothes out in a pile when you're out of them and I'll bury them." "It's all I've got," Mark said quickly before he realized she was joking. "I was kidding. Going to wash them a few dozen times," Monica said. Mark eased past Monica shyly stepping into the spacious hall bath. He gratefully peeled himself out of his jeans, shorts and shirt after removing his socks and tennis shoes. He reeked he realized and much of it from his clothes. He'd wet himself at least twice under that rail car. Remember how disgusted it felt he bent and bundled all of it together. He opened the door slightly hiding himself almost fully as Monica reached in just as reluctantly to grab the load with both hands. "Should have worn gloves," She said and added, "go on now and get into that shower or bath before you smell the place up." The small laundry room was next to the hall bathroom as Monica shoved both dark's and whites into the washing machine together after checking the pockets. She had already decided to wash everything at least twice. The letter she found was folded in half and badly wrinkled, and she hoped the dampness was from rain. It was just too damn interesting to ignore as she listened for the shower running. Monica unfolded it, deftly easing it from the envelop to read. And a tear formed as she read: "My dearest little fairy, well, you're eighteen now and that makes you an adult. That also means I'm no longer responsible for you, and the state can't do squat about it so you've got till morning to get you ass out of here. Oh, and until you can pay me the 300 dollars for that finder you dented, you can also consider the rest of your personal stuff a security deposit. You have a good life, and please, don't bother writing till you got the money. Show up here without the money and I'll kick your ass again. Love Dad." It was written crudely, badly and Monica cursed the man that had written it. Adding up what she had already in the way of clues, and the note it was pretty obvious why the boy had left and in the state he was in. "Bastard," Monica whispered softly to herself as she closed the lid on the washing machine. Whoever that man was he'd literally tossed his son out with the clothes on his back. "Who?" Julie asked coming to the door of the laundry room. "This ass hole. Here read this," Monica said handing Julie the note. Julie read it quickly and said, "Oh my God! You've got to be kidding me? Who in the hell would do this? Bastard is an understatement. I'd go with son-of-a-bitch if it were me." "Tell me about it," Monica said. "Poor Kid," Julie said handing the note back to Monica who smiled again. It was Monica's look as Julie added, "and I'm guessing you're going to tell me this was some kind of divine intervention aren't you?" "Nope. I'm going to feed him like I promised, then put him back into the only clothes he owns, pray it warms up outside, and kick his butt in the direction of town. How's that," Monica said. "You'd better be kidding. He might be eighteen, although I'd be almost willing to bet he's not, but that aside, he doesn't even own a jacket, and how much money did you find in those pants?" Julie asked. Besides the wallet, that note and his driver's license, he had, let me see if I remember, oh yes, now it's coming back. He had about zip. Nada, nil, as in nothing. Not one thin dime actually," Monica noted. "Pretty amazing. I mean almost two days of hanging on our train. No food, no water and no prospects. What a great way to step into the world as an adult," Julie said. "Wait a second? Am I witnessing a sudden change of heart? No, this can't be? Are you falling for one of my strays?" Monica asked. "Not really. Just hate the thought of someone getting treated like that and penniless besides. Even worse he's out there alone," Julie said and added, "so seriously, how much did he have?" "I meant it, not a penny, but the last thing I want is you nagging me about strays," Monica said with a wry smile on her face. "I know, I know and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's always been your heart I've loved most. Definitely not your mind! Anyway, we can't just turn him away like this. Maybe we can get Potter to put him on," Julie said. "Potter? Are you kidding," Monica said. "He's hiring? He's got to hire the Fix It Crews at least," Julie noted with a questioning look on her face. "Did you see him? Hell, I'll bet if we left him wet, dressed him in wet clothes and included pockets filled with rocks we couldn't get that scale past 110 pounds. Potter isn't going to hire some wimp of a kid." Monica said with a laugh. "True," Julie noted. "And even if Potter did hire him, do you really think I'm going to allow that kind of boy loose anywhere near any of those riggers or roustabouts," Monica said and added, "not likely. Hell, they'd have him bent over in no time. No, that's not going to work." "So what are we going to do with him. He's already too old to raise again," Julie said laughing. "I know. Look, let's get him warm, clean, fed and relaxed, and in the mean time hope something comes to mind in the next few hours," Monica said. "You know, it's too bad he's not a girl," Julie said casually as Monica started making sandwiches for Mark. Monica was opening the bread when she stopped, paused, turned, and smiled as she looked at Julie. "What?" Julie asked as she scanned Monica's face. "You realize he doesn't have to be, right," Monica said and added, "a girl that is?" "Doesn't have to be a girl? Except it always has been a girl," Julie said. "Maybe it's time for a change," Monica noted. "You're kidding right," Julie said. "No, I'm not. Seriously, he doesn't need to be a girl for this to work," Monica said as she stopped fixing the sandwiches. "Okay, first of all he'd never go for it," Julie said as if reading Monica's mind. "Maybe, maybe not. He's definitely the right size and cute enough. Besides, since when does a clown have to be female to dress female," Monica said and added, "or for that matter, female that dresses male, as in yours truly." "What if he's already got plans?" Julie asked. "Plans? You're kidding right? Honey, he got kicked out of his house yesterday. Rode on the bottom of a train 1,200 miles from here. Where, by the way, I found him clinging to that bottom after he'd pissed himself - badly. He's broke, most likely starved, and if that note tells the story, definitely homeless. If he's got plans, I'll bet dollars to donuts it doesn't include food, clothing or shelter at the moment," Monica said. "You think he really might consider it?" Julie asked and added, "it would sure solve a few problems wouldn't it?" "Yes it would, and I think it's worth a shot to ask," Monica said and added, "you know what? Instead of your boyish things, go get him Sandy's Robe, that pink quilted satin one and let's try a little experiment. Oh, and see if Sandy left any of her panties. Not even the nylon ones, but maybe one in cotton. As close to white as you can, but cute. No sense scaring him too badly. If you can't find cotton, just grab nylon in any color." "You're kidding right? Panties? Really? I'll bet you a week of cleaning the dinner dishes he refuses to wear the robe or the panties," Julie said and added, "or at the very least he complains." "Does that bet include taking out the garbage?" Monica asked. "It does," Julie said laughing. "Then you're on," Monica noted as she took Julie's hand to shake on it. Julie went into Sandy's room to search for panties and grab the robe from the closet. Monica meanwhile waited by the bathroom door in silence till Julie returned. Julie handed Monica the satiny robe and panties. "Mark, you almost done," Monica said a moment later from the other side of the bathroom door. "Yes ma'am," Mark said drying himself. It had seemed like forever that he'd felt this human again. "Here Mark, I'm going to open the door a little and hand in a robe. We've made sandwiches," Monica said before adding: "Look Mark, the robe is a bit girlish, but your clothes are not ready yet." "That's okay" Mark said and added quickly, "and thanks." The robe, in a little girl's style of quilted pink satin and lined in white nylon, came past the partially open door in Monica's hand. Mark, before seeing the glimmering satin extended his hand but paused. He paused but being naked pushed him to take it. Both the collar and long sleeves were trimmed cutely in a short white delicate lace. Mark smiled to himself over the irony of it all. His father would have said it suited him. "Like I said, sorry we don't have something a bit more masculine, but your clothes should be ready in another hour or so. If it's too small, let me know," Monica said as she withdrew her hand and closed the door again. "That's really okay. Beggars can't be choosers. It'll do," Mark said. He took one last look at the robe before slipping his hand into the right sleeve. He brought it around and slipped his left hand in and brought it closed. It snapped shut easily and fit him perfectly, stopping to just below his knees. It was cuddly warm Mark noted happily. "It fits," Mark yelled from the other side of the door before adding, "warm." Monica, realizing Mark had taken the robe without so much as a word of protest, and was obviously now wearing it, decided then to push her experiment a tiny bit further with the panties. The pair Julie handed to Monica were cotton but decorated in a My Little Pony motif. Monica knocked once again and added as she opened the door slightly, "Mark? Here, we found these as well. At least they are cotton. Remember, it's just till your clothes are clean." "Thanks," Mark said taking the cotton panties with a smirk. Downside of not having a change of clothes, he mused stepping into the little girlish style panties. Like the robe they fit him almost perfectly. What else you got in your hand for me to wear, he almost asked. He wasn't ungrateful though, he was no longer shivering, his shoulders and hands had stopped aching and he was starved. He was also clean and warm, he mused, gathering his arms around the robe. His dad would have laughed himself sick then kicked him from one end of the street to the other. Mark shrugged at his look. Again, there was nothing he could do about it, he decided. "Ready to eat," Monica said casually as Mark shyly stepped into the kitchen. There was no doubt that the boy would be, but it was something to say and stay away from the subject of clothes. Monica wasn't surprised that the boy looked like a young girl in that robe. Part Two Julie meanwhile, and having learned that Monica had offered Mark that pair of Sandy's underpants, cursed to herself in silence. Not only did she have to do the dishes and take out the garbage, but she was doing their laundry besides, since she had also bet again against the boy wearing the panties. Amazingly though those things did fit and nearly perfectly and that robe, Julie knew, was almost too small for Sandy. Mark fitting into that robe meant everything else would fit easily. Mark was flushed a little with embarrassment, turning his cheeks slightly pink, giving the impression of blush on the apple of his cheeks. With his long damp hair hanging in the back Monica would have guessed girl easily. It could work, she speculated, after correcting herself from the word "could" to "would". "I asked if you were ready to eat?" Monica said softly. "Sorry? Yes! I mean yes ma'am," Mark said trying not to appear as desperate as he was. "It's not really ma'am, but thank you for the respect," Monica said smiling down at the boy. Julie wasn't anywhere to be seen suddenly as Mark sat at the kitchen table. Monica put the plate of sandwiches down in front of him before moving off to the refrigerator. A large glass of milk soon sat in front of him as half of his first sandwich disappeared in only a few bites. Two thirds of the milk followed before Mark took a breath, the second half of Mark's first sandwich went next. Mark's stomach stopped protesting after a few bites of his second sandwich. By the end of that second sandwich and another full glass of milk Mark felt almost alive again. He was warmed by the bath and felt secure enough in the robe and panties to ignore what he might looked like. "So, you got any plans," Monica asked sitting across from Mark. She was guessing no but she had to ask. Mark dropped his head and began sobbing quietly. It was mostly relief, but shame as well. He just sat there not making a sound with his hands in his lap, head bowed as his body lightly jerked with each muffled sob. "Hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay. Monica said softly as she began rubbing Mark's back... "now then, calmly, tell me what your plans are?" "Honestly, I'm not sure, which way was that train heading?" Mark asked feeling overwhelmed as he started for the napkin but wiped his eyes with the Kleenex Monica handed him. "What I meant was were you going someplace or to see someone?" Monica asked and then in frustration added, "honey, do you have any family or friends you can call?" "No, no one," Mark said before adding, "was just me and my dad." "Mom," Monica dared ask and added, "I'm sorry to press like this Mark, but I found the note when I was getting your pants ready and I read it. "Mom died," Mark said. "I see," Monica added and added, "so no one else then?" "No, not really. It's okay, I was going to go when my things are ready," Mark said and added, "honest, I'll be out of your hair once my clothes are dry." "Honey, that's not why I was asking and you look as tired as I feel so it wouldn't hurt for you to stick it out here for a few hours more. Why not at least wait till morning, then leave. At least the news says it will be a little warmer," Monica said before adding, "or, if you've a mind, you could hear an offer Julie and I are kind of putting together." "I wouldn't mind getting a couple of hours sleep and thank you, and it's not like I'm rushing off towards anything, so I'm definitely willing to listen to anything," Mark said. Julie, waiting in her room as planned, took the opportunity to enter just then. They had decided that Julie would wait in the wings so to speak so as to not intimidate Mark any more than they had to. At least till he was full. Mark smiled slightly at Julie, and his face blushed a little once again. "So you don't have any jobs waiting for you then?" Julie asked and added, "sorry, couldn't help but overhear." "No ma'am. Nothing. Was going to find a town and look for work," Mark said to Julie. He knew that Julie wasn't happy with him being there as he added, "Monica is going to let me stay just till morning if that's okay?" "Mark, it's more than okay. Don't give it another thought. That argument we were having is her and I bantering about is all. We do that - a lot. Monica has a big heart and I'm grateful for that," Julie said. "Shush," Monica said. "It's true Mark. Had nothing whatsoever to do with you," Julie said as she moved to the cabinet. She grabbed a bag of oatmeal cookies and her own glass before sitting. She offered the open bag to Mark as she poured milk into her own glass. "Any luggage at all. You know, personal effects, clothes, that sort of thing," Monica asked. "No. I mean I did managed to grab a couple of things before I left. Lost a grocery bag with a change of clothes in it when I dozed at the beginning of the trip. They got my jacket as well," Mark said sadly and asked, "So can I asked where I am?" "Honey, you're in Grand View. This is our Winter headquarters. The train you caught belongs to Mia Circus. Mia means MY in Italian, and to a diminishing but adoring public, I'm Mommy Cuddles the clown," Monica said. "Glad to meet you," Mark said. "Julie there is Little Lacy the clown and that robe you're wearing belonged to our dearly departed Sandy. Sandy was Cissy BeBe the clown, and if you haven't guessed by now, we're clowns," Monica said and added, "Oh, and sometimes during the show I play Papa to Julie's Mama while Sandy played the toddler girl. "Nice to meet you Little Lacy," Mark said smiling, and added when he heard the words dearly departed, "I'm sorry to hear about your loss." "Oh, Sandy's not dead, although that might have changed if I ever get my hands on her," Monica said. "She's fibbing again Mark," Julie noted as she added, "Sandy ran off two weeks ago with some dandy a couple of towns back. Left us stranded without so much as a goodbye. Fortunately she left almost everything but the clothes she was wearing. Her dandy was a rich Sugar Daddy promising her everything new, or so she said in the note." "She just up and went off and that's that," Monica said and added, "which brings me to my next question: Since you're a runaway as well, and as some story goes, the only thing left for you to do now is join the circus," Monica said and it just so happens with Sandy gone, we are in bad need of that third clown." "Oh that was funny," Julie said forcing a fake laugh as she added, "run away and join the Circus! That's rich." Monica looked at Julie and frowned before reaching over to take a playful swipe at her. Monica came up short when Julie leaned back smiling. "Listen Mark, I am serious about that. For starters you'd get Sandy's share of our contract beginning now, but you'd have to agree to learn the craft. I mean you'd have to work really hard at it to be ready for Spring," Monica said. "You're not just saying this are you. I mean are you serious?" Mark asked. "Desperately so," Monica added. "If you're serious, then yes. Wow that would be wonderful," Mark noted without realizing what it was they were offering. "There's more. You would also get to bunk here with us and that would mean for most of the winter. We get paid pretty good because we're good. You also get to travel come Spring and, best of all, you get to make children and their parents laugh," Monica said ignoring Julie's laugh at her usual sarcasm. "Be a clown," Mark said not sure what to think. "There are worse jobs honey, and if you don't like it, say after the first year, you can leave here with a little nest egg. Tell you what, I'll hold half your pay, if you want, at lest till that year ends. If by then you want to walk away you get it all back. At least then you'll have a little change in your pocket and a little less pressure finding something more suitable," Monica said. "I didn't mean it to sound the way it did. It's just that I don't know the first thing about being a clown," Mark said. "That's easy enough to fix. We're experts at it, and we've got all Winter to get you ready. Best thing is, you'll start getting paid right away. That means you can start buying clothes and such, you know, like a suitcase. backpack, tooth brush, even a change of underwear. Monica noted and added, "Something more suitable for boys." "I'm so grateful," Mark said tearing up. "Shush. The only other thing is, like I said, we hold back half your money till we get back to our Winter digs here at the end of next season, so you'd have to see it through for an exact year to get all of your pay," Monica said as she added, "still interested?" "I'm interested. Yes. Definitely! I guess my only concern, again, would be that I don't have a clue what it takes to be a clown," Mark said curiously. "That's where Julie and I come in. We can get you up to the basics in a couple of weeks and add a few more things to practice after that. If that works we teach you some of the more serious moves only because they need to be coordinated to ours. Add two or three more weeks to get our routine down and you'll do nicely," Monica said. "I'll give you my best," Mark said. "The other thing is Sandy bunked with us in the Winter, here, so you'll have to use her room. On the road, we share a small living space the circus provides on the train. We take a little out for spending, but the circus includes our meals and we can start taking your share of the rent and a little for utilities when you start getting a check. We all pay a third each for these digs," Monica said. "And we share chores," Julie said and added, "and if I'm not mistaken I think it's your turn to do the dishes tonight." "She's lying, she lost a bet. You'll start chores tomorrow," Monica said. "I don't know what to say? I mean anything is OK by me. So how would that clown part work?" Mark asked with a growing amusement over the notion of becoming a clown. "There are some clown basics you've got to learn and of course our routine, but again we can teach all of that. We'll have to let Mr. Potter know about the changes, but that's not going to be a problem since you'll be a replacement and not an addition and it's up to us who works with us. We've got say on who works with us so that's pretty much that. We can get your paper work done tomorrow. I mean if that's really a yes," Monica said. "A clown," Mark said out loud before realizing he'd said it out loud. He had an amused look on his face as he added, "sure, why not. It's not like I'm looking at a lot of offers right now. Besides, if I don't like it I can at least put it on my resume in a year. Of course it's going to be the only thing on my resume." "Going to look odd on your resume, that's for sure, but it's a pretty good profession," Julie noted. "Good hours too," Monica said and added, "when we're on the road we do three skits for each show, plus the parade in at the start and out at the end of the show. We're also part of the promotional stunts that the Circus puts on in or near the towns we've stopped at." "Charity... don't forget the charity," Julie added. "Right. Plus there are also some charity events we do for free but they are all really good causes," Monica said excitedly and added with just as much enthusiasm, "If we keep your costume intact, or rather Sissy's we won't even have to change the promotional bills either. That also means we don't have to change the costume either. That's a lot of money saved. Your money as it happens." "So I guess that's my next question? I mean what sort of costume am I going to have and do I wear that white stuff on my face?" Mark asked. "The white stuff? It's called White Face or Clown Face, and I'm not sure yet. It's not that I know or anything. It's just saying what you do to your face is always up to the clown and no one else. It's tradition," Monica said. "Bad luck," Julie added. "A clown's look is uniquely his or hers. Unfortunately, we're more or less stuck with Cissy's look because of the promotions and too short a time to change the skits, but that face can be uniquely yours," Monica said and added, "and it should be." "And the costume?" Mark asked. "Well Mark, that's going to be the only other possible snag, we can change the costume a little but not too much or we end up changing posters, play bills, program sheets and even the skit a little Although, as far as the kids are concerned, a clown is a clown, is a clown," Monica noted. "Which I guess didn't answer my question very well," Mark said softly before adding, "I'm even sorry to be asking. Just curios I guess. I mean since Cissy BeBe was a girl?" "I know, and that's because I was hoping to put that off till I got you signed on," Monica said looking concerned. "It's just that it's not very masculine I guess," Julie added. Mark laughed. "What?" Monica asked. "I'm okay with that you guys. Honestly. I mean look at me. My father hated me for looking like a girl - no offense. Truth is I got caught once wearing some of mom's things after she passed. I wasn't really cross dressing per se, just missing her, but dad lost it," Mark said and quickly added, "so if it's not masculine? I'm good with that." "Really?" Monica asked. "Like you said, a clown is a clown, is a clown, right," Mark said. "Exactly," Julie said. "OK, so like we said, Sandy was obviously a girl, and, as I noted, she went by the name Cissy BeBe. That spelled C.i.s.s.y. B.e.B.e and it mostly because BeBe is a twist on the word Baby. She is, or was, the baby girl in our group," Monica said. "A baby girl," Mark repeated and then suddenly laughed as he added, "Cissy BB? Right! I get it. That stands for Sissy Baby? Right?" "Afraid so. The thing is, I play an exaggerated big bosom mommy type, Julie plays a little girl or sister type and Sandy, when she was part of our act as Cissy, was the baby girl type. An exaggerated version like the rest of us. More a characterized version of a baby girl actually," Monica said. "A baby girl as in baby and girl?" Mark asked. "You are right, a baby girl as in baby and girl," Monica added. "Can I see the costume?" Mark asked. "First can I get your word that you won't run off into the night waving your arms and screaming," Monica asked back before adding, "might scare the neighbors." "Now that does make me a little nervous," Mark said but smiled as he said, "okay, so I promise not to run off screaming." "Far enough," Monica said as she stood and walked off down the hall. "Frankly I think you'd make a good addition to the act if you want an opinion," Julie said. "I would? Why?" Mark asked. "Energy," Julie said and added, "most important trait for a clown is their level of energy and you give me the impression you've got lots of it. Gutsy as well considering how you ended up here." "Thanks," Mark said as Monica came back into the room. On several hangers was way too much pink and some very odd foam shapes. The last hanger holding what was clearly a dress. No, that wasn't right, it was a dress and slips as Mark gulped. "The foam pieces sewn into the satin body suit exaggerate your torso and limbs so you'll have a kind of chubby baby shape before your outfits. The costume is designed to wear over those," Monica said as she draped what she was holding over her chair. She also went to the kitchen counter, and from a box, after rummaging for a few minutes found a 5x7 picture. "This was the last picture we had taken for the circus bills and the programs people buy," Monica noted handing mark the picture. Mark was looking at a humorous version of a very well bosomed woman, a little girl holding a giant flat candy sucker, and next to them a baby in a large baby carriage. The rolled sheet Monica also unrolled was a play bill specifically of Monica, Julie and that girl Sandy. Cissy, Mark noted, was holding an exaggerated baby bottle and a large puffy kind of teddy bear. Julie looked just as cute as a real little girl holding a giant of a doll along with that lollipop to also give the impression of being smaller than she was as little girl. Monica stood in the middle holding both their hands. "Well?" Monica asked nervously. "Well, it's not exactly what I had in mind when I ran away, job wise that is, but then again, I didn't hold out much hope that I'd find anything right away either. I guess my answer is I'd like to run off screaming, but the thing is I'm not sure which direction to run off in," Mark said laughing and added, "so I guess I'll stick it out and see what it takes to make kids laugh, although I'm guessing if I wear that I shouldn't have to do much more for at least a chuckle or two." "Yes! That's great," Monica said and added, "this is wonderful." "Outstanding. Welcome aboard," Julie said extending her hand as she added, "and come on, what say you pretend it's your turn to do the dishes. Honestly Mark, I hate doing dishes." "I can do that," Mark said as he stood almost forgetting what he was wearing as his eyes fluttered and he yawned. "Never mind the dishes, I'll do them," Monica said and added, "what you need to do Mark is go to bed and catch up on some sleep. Last thing I want to do tonight is carry you into your room." "Thanks, I'm really tired," Mark said. "Take a couple of aspirin as well," Julie noted as she began to clear the table. "You are tired and you have every right to be and that aspirin is a good idea. Anyway, tomorrow we'll get the paper work done and then we've got to shop for some perishables to stock up on. There is a chore list on the inside of the pantry door that we keep and you can do the ones under Cissy's name so I don't have to make a new one," Monica said. "You can also change the rooms decor when you get a little money ahead so don't panic when you turn in," Julia said before adding, "and you can wear whatever you find in there, if anything, or not, up to you, but when you use the bathroom or go anywhere else in this place, at least wear the robe. It's our only rule, Monica said and added, "no naked or see through nightgowns and robes." "Sandy's robe? Would this one be okay," Mark noted as he pointed to the one he was wearing. "Exactly," Monica said and added, "if you've a mind, at least till you get to shop, there are some cotton nightgowns as well." "See you in the morning," Julie said as she moved closer to hug Mark. She was hugging him as she added, "and welcome to the greatest show on earth, or at least in these parts." "That goes for me as well," Monica said hugging Mark when Julie broke free. "Thank you both. Thank you for everything," Mark said gratefully. Monica gave him a quick set of directions as in "second door to his left" and watched Mark walk off. Mark walked off to the door across from the bathroom he'd used. He gasped a little, then smiled slightly before looking at Monica and Julie then shaking his head. "What?" Monica asked. "Going to be easy getting the sissy part down," Mark said. "No doubt of that," Monica said laughing. It was like walking into a nearly perfect model of what a little girl would want a room to be and nothing in it even remotely suitable for a boy. He could only laugh at his father's face came back to him. Then he looked off in the direction he'd come, smiled and whispered, "thanks dad." "How old was Sandy?" Mark asked turning back from the door. The room was definitely not designed for an adult. "I should have warned you. Sorry about that. Sandy was twenty two years chronologically, but deep down, in her own mind that is, I'd guess no more than eight. If it helps, Sandy grew up in an orphanage and never had a room of her own so she wanted that little girl's room she never had. Like I said, when you get a few dollars you can start changing things," Monica said from the kitchen. "It's okay. I was just admiring the place. Seriously, I can live with it for now, and thank you Monica, thank you too Julie," Mark said moving into the room gratefully. The mirror made him smile a little more given he looked suitably dressed for the rooms decor. Mark chuckled and added to himself in a whisper as he opened his robe as he stood in front of the full length closet mirror and said, "hey dad, want to see just how sissy Cissy is?" "Man, that went better than expected," Monica said. "It did and honestly, I think he'll do great as Cissy BeBe." Julie noted as she added, "and I noticed you forgot to mention or show him the diaper and ruffled panties for the costume." "I didn't forget them, just left them out of the equation for now. He's got enough things tugging at his ego already. Let's get him into the routines and clown basics first then we can spring the rest of it on him," Monica said. "So it's too late to say no," Julie said laughing a little. "Something like that but I get the impression this stuff wasn't nearly as scary as it might be for any other boy," Monica said and added, "and you know what else, and this is just between you and me, it's kind of a turn- on having a boy playing the part of the baby girl this time." "How funny you saying that. That's exactly what I was thinking," Julie said as she added, "but I'm going to miss putting Sandy to bed." "Maybe, after a fashion, we can convince Mark to COMPLETELY replace Sandy," Monica said as she ran her hands over her bosom before adding, "because I really miss her nursing at times. Meanwhile, if you don't mind, maybe you can be my baby Sandy substitute for now." "Not likely and you know that, besides, I hate wearing diapers," Julie said. "I know, I know, but I'm really missing having Sandy around," Monica said and added, "come on, just for me, just this once? Please." "Fine," Julie said moving to put the last of the dishes away as she added, "and I hope Sandy's new daddy, spanks her a lot and much harder than she likes it." "Me too," Monica said as she poured milk into a pink baby's bottle she took from the cabinet. Monica, even as a little girl, was motherly. Julie watch Monica fill the bottle and replace the top and nipple. Their love making was going to be a bit extreme tonight she reflected. Oh what the heck.... if it would make Monica happy feeding her a bottle with her in a diaper so be it. Now if she could only convince Mark to replace her she thought with a smile. Mark, meanwhile, was trying to come to grips with the events and his room as he still stood in the center of it. The factory built home was huge since his room was bigger than average. Against the wall and dominating the scene was his new bed and that brought another smile as he shook his head. That bed was a double canopied bed decorated in a nylon chiffon with each corner tied off in a very wide pink satin ribbon fashioned into giant bows. A large, very soft looking spread was half turned down to show off the light pink satin sheets and pillow cases. Above the headboard a pillowy crown sitting within a puffy cloud in the same color pink was embroidered "My Little Princess" going across it. French furniture matching the bed included a dresser with a mirror, a vanity also mirrored, a writing desk, an additional dresser but narrow and tall and two night stands. In the corner were dolls sitting at a short round table holding a tea set. It reminded him of his cousin Tracy's room when he was younger and once hated such things. It also reminded him of Tracy's attempts to turn him into one of her dolls that Summer he stayed there. Tracy was a couple of years older, a bit bigger and much more assertive than Mark and he had almost fainted that day Tracy showed him how to play with her sexually as she played with him. It only took a few minutes of Tracy playing with him to convince Mark that wearing girl's clothes might be worth the risk. His aunt found him playing dolls with Tracy and thought he made a very pretty little girl. She seemed unfazed that her nephew was wearing everything a pretty little girl might wear, including panties. Of course his step father nearly had a heart attack when he saw him playing in the yard in a sun dress that day he came to get him. Mark had been spanked or hit all the way back into the house. Part Three His step father already thought he was too sissy for his own good and that only proved it. His step father was always frustrated over how Mark looked and acted, but then again it didn't much matter to Mark because his step father was no longer judging him. Mark laughed over the thought, deciding he might just write him a litter saying hi and laughed more thinking how funny it would be if he included pictures. Mark removed his robe and laid it at the foot of the bed for easy reach catching the image of his bottom clad in those little girl panties. He held that position, then exaggerated it a little before standing to move closer to the mirror. Mark moved to open the closet and laughed again silently and almost immediately his panties tented. Monica had said that he could wear whatever he found in the room as he slowly opened the sliding door of the closet fully. There was nothing in there but dresses and only dresses. Little girlish dresses and his cousin came to mind as he moved his hand under his panties. It took a moment to realize that some of the dresses were actually slips for the dresses. Petticoats he mumbled as he tugged a layer of skirt out. Mark wasn't seriously into cross dressing, not at first, but his cousin's manipulations got him past any hang ups he had over dressing as a girl. Ironically, it was his step father that pushed Mark towards that feminine side. The more his step father teased Mark, the more Mark acted feminine out of spite. When he started complaining about Mark's hair, Mark quit cutting it. After his mother went into the hospital they shared a mutual hate for each other. And that, Mark noted happily as he lifted one of the dresses from the closet, is that. Mark found the nightgowns in a dresser drawer and brought one out and it too was laid over the robe. He sat at the vanity, picked up a hair brush already sitting on the glass top and began brushing his hair. His aunt had given him one of Tracy's brushes when she found his hair all tangled one day. "One hundred strokes before bed", his aunt had said. Mark counted the strokes and when he was done turned for the nightgown and pulled it on. It hung straight with a ruffled flounce at the bottom that matched smaller versions around the wrist and neck. It was mostly white but decorated with Disney Princesses on the front. He held the sides pinched between his fingers and thumb and did a poor version of a curtsey before snickering. He was exhausted and a moment later was sliding between the satin sheets. He was fast asleep instantly. That following day, 10 hours after he'd climbed into bed, and Mark now in his own clothes and very refreshed, went walking along with Monica and Julie to meet Mr. Potter. They moved to the flat car holding the office trailer. Wooded steps led the top of the rail car. Mr. Potter looked up from his desk from behind the counter and said, "No raises and we're not hiring anyone that can't lift a 16 pound sledge hammer." "We love you to Pots and this is Mark. Mark that is Mr. Potter, Pots to the few friends he has. He thinks he bites as hard as a lion but we all know better so don't tell him otherwise. Mr. Potter sir. Mark is Cissy's replacement," Monica said and added, "and for the record, he's going to be folded into Sandy's part of the contract to play her part." "Don't listen to them Mark. I'm the wizard behind the screen and I can bite pretty damn hard. So you're Sandy's new understudy. Tell you the truth at first I thought you were a boy when you walked in here," Potter said. "Very funny Pots. We're not sure what we're going to do about him in the act. We'll have something to show you when you start next Springs rehearsals. You'll like it. Meantime we need him hired in," Monica said. "Social Security card?" Mr. Potter asked. "He just turned 18," Monica said and added, "We'll get that going when we go into town." Fair enough," Mr. Potter said and added, "and I'll need his license. You got a license right?" "Yes sir," Mark said. The only reason he had a license was so he could shop for himself. His dad hated doing anything that benefited Mark so he started driving on his own. That crunched finder that made him loose all of his positions was the yellow pole he'd hit getting gas. "Hold on," Potter said breaking Mark's train of thought, while moving to a shelf behind his desk. He started pulling papers down and then handed them to Monica before adding to Mark, "Payday is every other Friday, beginning this Friday. It's prorated to today. If you're not here to get your check you'll have to wait till Monday. Got that?" "Yes sir," Mark said. "Did you hear that? Sir. He called me sir. Listen kid while they are teaching you how to be a clown, you teach them how to be respectful to their betters," Potter said and then added, "welcome and now please get out of here. I have real work to do." "No costume," Mark said as they stood together on the large park like lawn. The lawn was where the group practiced marching and some of the tumblers, besides the clowns, also practiced there. "No costume," Monica noted and added, "got to get the routines down then you get to wear the costume. It's a big deal dressing the first time but only if you've learned what to do in it. Now lets run a little then go to the gym and I'll start showing you the clown basics." Monica stepped out onto the track and began to run. Julie was still stretching as Mark took off after Monica. They ran a lap, did some more stretching exercises and then headed for the large one story building that housed the gym. "Okay, so this above all other things is rule number one: We entertain. We are entertainers. If you're not entertaining the audience you're not doing your job. As to that, we pantomime a lot. When clowns pantomime we do so by exaggerated actions and of course our outlandish costumes. Most of our movements are also exaggerations done within common situations," Monica said as she began dancing about. "Every see an old movie? The ones that had no sound," Julie asked. "Once or twice," Mark said. "It's like that. You've got to convey your feelings or words with a little exaggeration," Monica said and added, "you laugh it's a riotous laugh with you bending over at the waist and roaring back. If you cry you exaggerate a sob and rub both eyes with closed fist. That sort of thing. and you move constantly...." Julie, silent but pretending to talk also danced about. Monica grabbed Julie's arm and tugged on her and immediately Julie fell forward. Mark thought she was going to smash her face on the ground but she used the momentum to stand on her head which gave Monica an opportunity to grab her legs. Monica began twirling with Julie till she suddenly let her go. Mark watched them do the same thing again and again. He could have sworn that Julie actually had hit her face going down. Instead of landing hard on her face Julie rolled and bounced up and began doing the classic clown hip hop dance moves. She showed Mark how to drop and role and after a few turns he was doing that fairly smoothly. While Julie was dancing about Monica explained to Mark that the original moves were part of what they called the krumping street dance modes. They looked spontaneous but clearly both Monica and Julie had hours and hours of practice. "You'll do these steps always in an expressive, exaggerated and very energetic movement," Monica said as she mimicked Julie's moves. Mark spent an hour doing more moves they showed him and then again when he did it wrong. He was exhausted by the time the girls slowed and stopped. "Okay, we've had a good day, a really good day and now for your history lesson," Monica said as they began walking towards the community building for dinner. On the road dinner was free, at their Winter headquarters it was still cheaper than trying to cook although they sometimes did. "History?" Mark asked. "Clown history. For example, I am known as the whiteface clown or white clown. I am sort of the leader of our small troupe. White face, by the way, is the oldest of clown archetypes. As you will note, I white face my entire face and neck and act as the straight man or woman and leader in front of the audience," Monica said as Julie they got into line. Mark ate over the history of clowns. Their walk home was filled with excited chit chat. Mark was going to go through the room again but after his shower he was exhausted and like the night before he crashed between the satiny sheets wearing the same nightgown as before. He woke remembering bits and pieces of a wicked dream about Tracy and her nylon panties. Mark, had already found the panty drawer and this time pulled a pair of white nylon panties on before leaving the room. The second day, like the first had been exhausting and incredibly challenging but by lunch Mark was making headway with his tumbling. He was learning to fall without getting hurt. He learned to role when he needed to get rid of his forward momentum and more important of all he was simply having fun. He kept smiling as Monica talked him through his routine. That night he got a little more clown history. "You and Julie are my two character clowns and of course you're exaggerated characters. You are the eccentrics as they are called. Julie is an exaggerated little girl and you, as Cissy BeBe, are an exaggerated baby girl. Your makeup is human with a comic slant. Cissy, as you can see in the poster, wore a giant blond curly wig under a bonnet while Julie does her hair with giant pigtails," Monica said. "You'll most likely see a couple of other types around here like the hobo clown and the Auguste playing with the Keystone cops. Those Auguste are more acrobatics than clowns but they are good, really good. The Auguste, by the way, is sort of the straight man for the other clowns. The Auguste gets the pies and water in the face. As for us we have several scripts we play out for our acts and tomorrow we'll start teaching you those. Mark showered and in his robe and nightgown over nylon panties he had a banana split and some reviews of that days performance. This time when he went to his room he took a little time and tugged one of the dresses from the closet. He instinctively looked at the door fearing his father would burst in but there was no sound as he tugged the zipper down. The dress was designed with a short bodice and full skirt made out of something shimmery and silky. You could see through the top layer to another silky layer that was opaque and white. The top skirt rustled over the second skirt as Mark gathered it to bring it over his head. He let the skirts fall and then immediately wondered what it would be like over one of those full slips. The dress came off and went on the bed. The full slip had a nylon top with fixed satin straps connected to a very full petticoat. Mark guessed correctly that the little pink bow marked the front as he pulled it over his head. The petticoat was very full with the very first layer some kind of nylon trimmed in a delicate lace. The petticoats pushed the nylon layer against his panties almost electrifying him with pleasure when he moved. Mark twisted left then right before stopping. If he had continued he'd have soiled himself he realized. Mark gathered the dress again and it too went back over his head as he slipped his arms into the puffy sleeves. He couldn't help himself as the simple act of twisting to pull the zipper closed brought the full weight of petticoats and skirts, already pressing against him, sliding sideways. Everything slid over his panties.... He tried desperately to hold the moan that erupted and was almost successful but he was lost within his orgasm. His knees weakened as waves of pure pleasure swept over him before he shuddered his last. He had stiffened, locking those knees and arching his back when it began. Exhaustion followed but the pleasure lingered. Wow he whispered as he reached under his skirts and slips to caress the last bits of pleasure from the panties and layers over them. His panties were soiled as he gently slipped them down before grabbing tissues. He was holding his petticoats away wiping himself clean before he removed the dress and slip. There was a guilty pleasure filling him as he stepped into another pair of panties before pulling a nylon layered nightgown out to sleep in. He was about to hang the slip and dress back up, but pulled the robe on and stepped into the hall for the bathroom. Julie met him in the hall, said hi and walked past. She saw the slip and dress on the bed. Mark washed his hands and returned to his room. Both the slip and dress went back into the closet before he sat at the vanity. He started brushing his hair. There on the plastic tree were hair clips clearly meant for a little girl and Mark fought the urge before picking up a pink one with a tiny yellow daisy on it. Mark brushed his hair back on the left and clipped it in place before doing the same with the second for the right. After a moment he returned both clips to the plastic tree but picked up a large pink elastic scrunch from a drawer holding scarf's and those scrunches. "How much further are you going to take this," Mark whispered as he slid between the satin sheets before tugging the hem of his baby doll to cover his bloomers. He was doing almost everything a girl might do and was loving every bit of it. Maybe his father was right he wondered before deciding he was. Mark was a certified sissy.... Mark was truly becoming Cissy BeBe the clown. Over the next week Monica and Julie taught Mark how to perform his part of their skit using the reinforced baby carriage. At several points in the act he'd get dumped out of the carriage and happily tossed back into it face first. There was a mechanical trigger that allowed the carriage to dump and Mark was taught to launch himself into the air before coming down into a forward role and a jump. He was learning to juggle his large over size baby bottle with a pacifier and rattle. He met the keystone cops as they practiced and learned a few tips on making it appear he was slammed in the face using the toe of his shoe to gauge the distance. His juggling, something he now did at every opportunity, was getting as good as any. It was late Friday as Mark was learning to walk while juggling that Monica, Julie and Mr. Potter walked in front of him forcing him to stop. "What's up?" Mark asked. "Been watching you," Mr. Potter said smiling. Behind him both Monica and Julie were also smiling. "Is everything okay?" Mark asked a little unnerved with Mr. Potty standing in front of him "Paper work is back from the Social Security office, and you are now officially and legally part of the Mia Circus family. Potter said as he handed Mark an envelope and added, "this is your first check, your ID card and your new social security card. "Seriously?" Mark asked happily. Serious. Mark, as I said, you are legally, officially and literally a member of Mia Circus and newest acting member of the Clown Gild," Mr. Potter said happily handing Mark his envelope and a card that certified he was a graduated clown. "Takes two practicing clowns to authorized that. You've come a long way," Monica said bending