You can’t believe what you’re seeing in the mirror, but you do recognize it. Your ears are each over a foot long, with short brown fur on the outside and soft white hair on the inside. They are nearly identical to the ears of the donkeys you past on that farm about a mile back. You would be sure this is some bizarre optical illusion if you weren’t holding both ears in your hands, feeling their length and flexibility.
You gulp and let go, blushing as you feel the humiliation the witch surely intended. You remember the twitching feelings from before and realize you can feel the muscles holding those massive ears in place. Tensing and relaxing them experimentally, you watch your reflection’s ears perk up and flop down in response. You discover that each ear can be pointed off to the side, back behind your head, or straight up facing forward. The acoustics of the room seem to change every time you maneuver them into a different position. Within minutes, you are almost automatically swinging your ears around to take in the bathroom’s full variety sounds: the dripping faucet, the buzzing light fixture, the fly making circles around you. It is almost like a cool superpower--except it’s the natural behavior of a beast of burden you have no desire to become. You really hope there’s some way to find the witch again and convince her to lift the curse.