Ithcy leads to scratchy, which in turn makes one itch all the more. A feeling like having an allergic reaction one might think you were getting a case of hives. A look at the soft tissued areas like upper and lower arms and the mussle shows red pimples. A quick feel to the butt tells of welts blooming in wide patches. The happened touch to your donkey's tail reminds you of years gone by, a wish you craved would happen but never did.
As the itchy feeling spreads across your chest and fingers taunt it by scratching till you feel the beginning of stubble hairs sprouting, that memory becomes quite clear.
A smile, then with more scratching a chuckle comes bubbling out.
The stubble hairs are on the grow and as they come forth the itch subsides. Yet as the hair blooms in, it sprout in other places making that then itch and you scratch spreading the infection as you scratch.
Your one hand continues to scratch, the other purses through the fast grown and thickening hair covering your chest. This feel is slowly bringing a strange sort of pleasured satisfaction, that the long forgotten memory has at last found creedance.
Memories now flood back of young years and the age old wish to be as one of the Donkey boys in a Walt Disney movie. You could spend hours in pure fantasy thinking, plannin, and making one scheme after another of what you'd do as or when you became a donkey true!
Now it seems this is really happening!
You smile at the feel of your chest and ribs changing, and becoming that what you had for so long and long ago wished you could feel and know. As your new grown tail begins to react and swishes with favored feelings of personal glee this time of change becomes a moment of great delight.