Another four miles and traffic once more slowed to a standstill, bringing a frustrated groan from you with the handbrake applied for however long it would take for this latest jam to clear, and to your left, the impatient Jackass also forced to halt almost parallel to yourself.
Not only with the head of a donkey, but the chest and arms as one too now.
Nor were you the sole noticer of this spectacle, ahead and behind others gawked at the sight of the donkey squeezed into the driver’s seat, chunks of shredded clothing pressed into the seat and sloughing off where support was lacking. his own head spinning in growing fear at what he was becoming.
“Wow.” You manage as a low whisper, the truth of the matter now irrefutable. “I…really can do that.”
But at this point in time, there was one major complication that had to be redressed, namely that of keeping attention away from the donkey beside you.
“Since it is for real, I wish now for only himself and myself to have any knowledge of his becoming a donkey, and let only himself and myself have any concern for a donkey seated in the drivers seat of his car.” From yourself, a wave of power rippled in all directions and those who had watched in wonder, confusion, and horror wondered what it was that had consumed their attention and directed their focus towards the slowly clearing traffic that permitted - albeit lethargic - motion once more.
“And also let his transformation be halted until such time as he exits his vehicle, and let him have determined focus to reach where it may be that he seeks to travel to.” You add just in time for him to somehow manage to attain forward travel and pull ahead.
And once your turn came to peel free from the clog, did a devious though enter your mind. The road clear for the time being based on the latest report, and with time to spare, did you enact on your desire.
“With my power, I wish now, that I take on the form of a mare, but to this I dictate that it take a time of one half of one hour to complete, that I be able to halt it at any point of my choosing, and reverse the process either partly or wholly should I so desire. Let me be a Clydesdale in shape and build, with fur of rich brown and white with a mane black as night, but while I remain within the confines of my vehicle, let my size not grow past its limits. And permit only myself to have knowledge of my becoming such a being, drawing no question or accusation from others resulting from my form, my dress, and actions.”
With the certainty of one who had taken the effort to cover your bases, did you finally climb to thirty on the speedometer, in time to feel a growing numbness entering the extremities of your fingers, and of your toes.