Now that the shock of your new donkey ears is finally beginning to wear off, you start trying to devise a plan to get out of this gas station bathroom without being seen by anyone. Fortunately, it is an outdoor bathroom, so you didn’t exactly need to stroll through a crowded convenience store to escape. On the other hand, it’s a “customers only” bathroom, so you’re not sure how the cashier will react if you just leave. Besides, passing cars will see them unless you hide them somehow. But you don’t have any extra garments with you, and even if you did, it wouldn’t be obvious how to hide these things.
No one else has come knocking to use the bathroom yet, though, so that’s a plus.
Just then, the pain in your stomach hits you again, and you clutch your abdomen in terror. You embarrass yourself all over again by reflexively flattening your ears like a frightened animal, but right now that’s the least of your worries.
Inch by inch, your back feels like its pushing its way out of your bottom. Your start to feel a new part of yourself uncomfortably scrunched up in the fabric. You know exactly what’s happening and can’t stop yourself from letting out a scream.
When it’s over, you stand straight again and perk your long ears toward the door, trying to tell if anyone heard your little outburst. You hear a car drive past on the highway, but no voices or footsteps. Wincing in discomfort, you pull down your pants to free the new addition that’s just grown in. It’s weird to feel your donkey ears brush the floor when you bend over, but it’s even weirder to feel and see your donkey tail hanging between your legs.