With that out of the way, he quickly gets himself back up on all fours. It disgusted him, seeing himself from all angles in a form that wasn't himself.
"I really don't want to be like this anymore," he thought sadly. "What was I thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like to be stuck like this forever? All those decades, years, months, and hours. It hasn't even been a full day yet, and I'm already tired of this prison! I couldn't imagine having to wake up like this day after day, and wouldn't even want to."
His "hands" were still feeling tightly closed in unable to so much twitch even a milimeter. "Stupid hooves!" was his next thought.
"Well, how about a shower now? How do I raise that wall back up? Does my mom have a switch somewhere?"
He looks around, using the mirrors to see if he could find some sort of switch. He tries turning his body around, but he doesn't have much room for moving around in there. Not with his massive bulk. All he does, is bump his shoulders against one mirror, and his fat ass rump at the other end on the opposing mirror-wall. He tries going left, then right. Never able to move more than 5 degrees in any direction.
"Uh oh!" He thought. "I'm trapped in here!"
He continues to try to turn in either direction, but now claustrophobia begins to set in