So many things seem wrong with that sentence, but one thought in particular speaks loudest in your mind.
"But I'm not a girl-"
"Not a problem, sweetkins!" says Velvet from behind you, "You boys always have such rough skin, but we know how to get skin soft and smooth, don't we girls?
Apprehensive of the wicked grins surrounding, you slowly ask your captors, "How?"
The five of them cry out in unison, "WHIPPED CREAM!!"
Rhapsie immediately slams a large fluffly cream pie right into your face. The cold, wet cream envelopes you eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Finding your arms and legs unrestrained, you jump to your feet sputtering. As your feet touch the floor, you realize they are bare. The girls must have taken your shoes and socks while you were seated. When you clear your eyes of cream to look down, you see gloved hands grab ahold of your pant legs as another pair of hands belonging to Pollyana undoes your belt. Not knowing where she's going with this, and not having time to think about it, you stand dumbfounded for a brief second before she places her hands on your chest, brings her face a kiss away from yours, and shoves you backward. As your arms pinwheel furiously, you feel the hands on your pant legs jerk swiftly up and away, taking your pants with them. You exposed backside lands with explosive force on to a large cream cake, placed in the seat of your chair by the clown of the same name. Your shirt is grabbed from behind you and pulled over your head. Blinded, with your arms bound by the shirt, the girls tickle you mercilessly and you feel someone give you a very loud and wet raspberry on your exposed tummy. As you catch your breath after tickle induced giggling fits, your shirt is removed entirely. You see Rhapsie, Velvet, Pollyanna and Cake standing before you.
Believing your treatment complete, you raise the question, "Is that it?"
"Not quite," says Velvet with another wicked grin, "Oh, Pudding?"
The quartet of clowns step aside to reveal their fifth member, Pudding, standing ready with what appears to be a fireman's hose, which is pointed directly at you. With a playful laugh she charges the nozzle, and you are suddenly struck by a heavy stream of frothy, cool cream. Pudding takes her time, and as you writhe and spin in your chair, she covers every inch of you. When she finally cuts off the stream, you find yourself too exhausted to move.
"We'll just let the cream soak for a bit." Velvet tells her cohorts. "His skin will be soft, smooth and creamy white in no time."
Rhapsie, hopping over Pudding in a quick game of leap frog, calls out, "Hey Polly, what kinds of jester girl are we going to make him anyway? A skinny doll like you, or a bouncy ball like Cake?"
Pollyana responds, "Of course, our new jestress will be..."
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