You dive for the door but it slams shut just as you reach it. You pound on the door with your fists when a numb feeling comes over them. By the time you look at your hands they are a pair of donkey hooves. A soreness in your feet draws your attention to them and you look down to find the shreaded remains of your shes and a pair of donkey hooves there too.
There is a soreness that shoots up your back forcing you to lean forward, slightly. Every second the pain seems to increase and only goes away when you lean forward. Defiant you stand up tall, as best you can, but it becomes more and more difficult until you are hunched over at 45 degrees with an extreeme pain constantly sooting throught your back.
You look at yourself to find think fur has now covered your entire body. Panic causes your new tail to rise up in the air behind you. fumbling wiht your hooved hands, you lean on a chair as you feel your body start to strain at your clothes. A look at the mirror shows you the fur on your face has the colorin gof the fur on the head of a donkey and as you watch your face changes into the form of that of a donkey.
Suddenly the pain in your back becomes to much to bear and you are forced down onto your forehooves. A few seconds later, you are no different than the other two unfortunates in the room.
The door opens again and a second coachman comes in and collects the three new donkey to be taken to the auction yard.