For the best few years. Damon has been called a Jackass for most of his life when he was in school.
Even Monica sometimes call him one as well. Damon sigh. "I wish I was a Jackass so everyone can stop calling me one."
Genie claps her hands. "It is done master." Damon realize the mistake he made and tried to take it back.
"No wait that's not my Hee haw." The effects of the wish starts to kick as he lose his voice and begins to bray.
Grey fue starts to grow around his body as he felt his ears go to the top, of his head, and become pointy.
He felt his hands and feet fuse together into his new hooves as his face painfully push into his new donkey muzzle.
He felt his legs gave out and falls on four legs as he was lock in that position. Lastly a tail came out. Finishing his changes.
There was a bright flash of light and Damon finds himself in a barn and in a stable. He was now a dirty barnyard animal and wonders what he was going to do with his new life.