The attendant showed me the work I would be doing, basically carrying and hauling for the show. It looked hard, but suited to my new body and definitely more honest than the call center bullshit I had been doing as a human. The fact that I could now relieve myself without bothering with a toilet took a little more getting used to, but I learned to just relax and trust my new body. I similarly trusted my new body to eat hay, and found it quite delicious. I also loved having my new body combed.
Between shows the Madame came and talked to me, about how she had seen my unhappiness and my potential to be so much happier and more productive in a new form that was suited to what I truly was. She told me that Mark had been too chickenshit to do anything about getting his girlfriend back after he had seen what the Madame could do, which was too bad as he would have made a fine breeder sow. I discovered I could still laugh, although it came out as a hee-haw.
Madame went back to start her next show and I found that the guys were grinning every time they looked at me. I found out why when they led me to the stage, and my sensitive nostrils were hit by the most amazing smell, the most amazing sensory experience, I had ever felt in both my lives. It was coming from the back end of a partially transformed jenny on the stage. I unabashedly stuck my nose closer to get a better whiff, and every sexual center in my brain and body lit up like a fireworks show.
A distant part of my consciousness heard Madame introducing me, but what echoed throughout me was the mantra of my new existence, "trust your body." And what my body was doing right now was climbing on top of the jenny and sticking my rigid penis into the bliss of her female opening, soft and welcoming. I heard cheers from the audience but they were drowned by the waves of sexual bliss running through me, far exceeding any pleasure I had received as a human female.
But something still wasn't quite right. The jenny needed to be fully transformed, to abandon the thin threads that still connected her to human male existence and to accept her new life as I had joyfully accepted mine. I leaned over to encourage her mane to grow with friendly nips and to help push her neck out. I saw her face transform from a humans to a donkey's. Just as her transformation was complete, and I heard her say "I'm a jenny" I climaxed. As I felt the seed pour ecstatically from my body I knew to a certainty that I was making this jenny pregnant. I gave her the best advice I could "trust your body" but I don't know if she understood.
Then it was over as I dismounted. I heard Madame say "lets give Stacy a big hand" and a wave of applause as I was led away. One of the workers fed me a delicious apple and said "good boy" and I felt prouder than I ever had in my life.