Two hours earlier:
My heart sank when the Madame called for volunteers. I knew that Mark would send me up there, and use whatever trick the magician worked to humiliate me. "C'mon" he said "You should go."
"No" I replied. "I don't want to."
"Are you going to be difficult?" he asked, menacingly.
I knew that if I really held my ground, I could refuse to go up there, but I would pay for it when we got home. And it just seemed better to be humiliated than suffer another beating.
Slowly I walked to the stage, the people parting on either side to make room. When I got there, I was startled by the light of kindness in the Madame's eyes. "What's your name, dear heart?" she asked.
"Stacy." I answered.
"You're not happy with your life, are you Stacy?"
Miserable job, abusive boyfriend, it wasn't a hard question to answer. "No, I'm not."
"Would you like a new life?"
It seemed like a fantasy, but I decided to play along. "I would love a new life."
"Excellent" said the Madam. "Would you like to be big and strong, or small and pretty?"
Again, an easy answer. What had being pretty ever got me? "Big and strong." Maybe that way I could defend myself from creeps like Mark.
I felt myself growing. I wasn't a little girl anymore. A collective gasp was coming from the crowd behind me, so if it was an illusion, it was affecting people other than me.
"Do you like being human, or would you rather be an animal?"
What a strange question, I thought, but without thinking I said "animal."
"Shall I let the animal out of your soul?"
"Yes, Mistress." why had I called her mistress?
I slumped forward, my arms hitting the ground. But were they arms anymore? I felt oddly, perfectly balanced on all fours. I looked down, and saw my body covered with gray fur. My clothes seemed to have vanished. I tried to ask what was happening, but all that came out was a bray.
"Would you like to have an honored position in a traveling show, all the hay you could eat and being taken good care of in return for using your new physical strength?"
Suddenly that sounded very attractive. Even though my answer "yes" came out as a bray, the Madame seemed to understand it.
"One last question. Sometimes when I turn arrogant, useless human males into lovely jenny donkeys, they need to get fucked by a big jackass who will make them pregnant. Its a lot of fun for the jackass, if not necessarily for the jenny. Would you like to take on that responsibility? Using your big donkey penis to teach them their new place in the world?"
I brayed a loud yes and felt a new wave of changes sweep over me as I grew even larger in size, as my internal organs changed and as my new equine vagina closed up forever and a big new organ made its presence felt between my legs. A wave of happiness swept through me.
Apparently, despite my new animal nature I could still understand English, as I heard the Madame--my mistress--annoucing to the crowd "It turns out the lovely Stacy was a jackass at heart! You'll have to ask her boyfriend if he was surprised!"
I thought about how homophobic Mark and his crowd were. He would not live this down for a long, long time, which made me even happier.
Madame whispered to me "I'm going to have a pretty jenny for you at the next show." I nickered with excitement as I was led offstage.