Paul stands there his voice becoming deeper and sounding very odd. He' has to look at his friend as he with tall donkey like ears is feeling his sprouted tail and having huge tears well up and run down his cheeks.
Whinning and squeaking out the words between short and ragged sounding brays he asked Paul for any suggestion as what he might do?
Shaking his own head in obvious display of total disorientation as odd sensations were just now beginning to happen on Paul. His voice hit him first but now and maybe then like his friend there he too had a royal sore bump above his rump.
Hacking and try after try to clear his throat Paul too begins to squeak and strain to speak words that sound like human words.
Wham slam as a sharp pain strikes Paul in the forehead he clamps both hands to cover his eyes and above. A groan and then moaning as the pain only increases Paul bends over forward holding the pose and continuing to bemoan the sudden agony.
Slowly like a wave moving back off shore the pain subsides and with this Paul drops his hands away and stnads up taking a deep breath and then a sigh.
The other boy stands there his eyes bugged up and wide open. He is breathing in and out quite fast and snorts when he exhales. His actions one would think was from what he saw himself becoming but as Paul looks his way the boy in looking at him.
"Whaheee?" asked Paul in his scrambled voice.
In this space of time the boy had begun to change about his hands as they looked almost complete of change into small dark brown hoofs. He held out an arm which was well on it's way to become a foreleg and pointed toward Paul with an outstretched forehoof.
Breathing ever faster the boy tried to speak or even bray his wild view but only hacking and throaty sounds came out as if his was one filled with renewed fear.
Paul looked at the boy but his eyesight seemed not to comply. He twisted his head around till tucking his chin to the chest the total view of the boy there was at least simular to the way he'd looked at him before.
"Wha-eee?" asked Paul his voice deep and lips not working well enough to form words perfectly.
Slowly the boy was backing away from Paul he continued to point at him and babble his short and strained sounding brays as if what he saw was clearly horrible.