The clown girl takes a shower

The clown girl ran her hands over her body. Cream had trickled down her cleavage, matted her hair, coated her thighs, even crept into her panties! She needed a bath. But first, of course, she had to make absolutely sure that nobody was watching.

She looked left and right for the boy clown. Seeing him nowhere in sight, her hands fell to her waist, and she began to undo her left suspender.

She paused. She looked at the audience crossly, and shook her head. "Take it off!" someone shouted, and she gave them the finger, which Susie thought was a very rude thing for a clown to do. Then, she went back behind the tree.

When she came out, she was holding a shower curtain, mounted on a rail. She set it up in front of the bathtub, shook her finger at the naughty man who'd told her to take it off, and stepped behind the curtain. The only thing the audience could see was her silhouette.

They watched her shadowy figure move behind the curtain as the clown girl unsnapped her left suspender, then her right, and tossed them up over the curtain rail.

Her shoes followed, thrown just outside the tub, then her stockings, hung up with her suspenders. The clown girl's silhouetted form wiggled as she shimmied out of her skirt, then stretched as she peeled her blouse off over her head. These joined the clothes hung over the rail as the clown girl preened behind the security of her screen, reaching behind herself to undo her bra.

Two very large clown breasts fell free, again visible only in shadow. The audience's eyes were glued to the screen as the girl bent over at the waist, hooking her thumbs into her panties, peeling them down her long lovely legs and finally kicking them off her toes.

The bra matched the panties, pink and patterned with hearts. Both were hung over the rail with the rest of the clothes. The clown girl, now feeling very safe behind her scream, twisted an invisible faucet. Water hissed, and steam billowed from behind the screen.

They heard her singing opera to herself, in a surprisingly harmonious soprano, as she turned away from the audience, twining her hands into her hair and scrubbing herself to get all the cream off her skin. Only the hourglass shape of her bottom was visible, the details hidden by the curtain.

The boy clown crept out from behind the tree.

"Oh, no," said Bonnie, softly. She'd been waiting for it, of course. They all had. But it didn't make her sympathy cringe any less.