Nathan held the amulet in front of him and wished for Mitch to transform into a donkey-man. To be between human and donkey. The amulet glowed and granted Nathan's wish.
Mitch was slowly moving backward when he felt a warm tingle all over his body. Then everything itched. Furiously, Mitch scratched his arms and face. His fingers soon felt small prickles, like wiry hairs. Looking down in shock, Mitch saw he was growing brown fur! "Wha...?" Mitch cried in alarm as the itching increased as did the length of the fur. Nathan watched in glee.
The fur slowed and soon stopped growing, only to be replaced by Mitch's ears flattening and lengthening. Eyes wide, Mitch grabbed his growing ears and pulled them downward. His face was next to change. Letting go of his foot and a half long ears, which flopped around his head, Mitch felt his face push outward into an almost-muzzle. His nose was absorbed into the end, with only two large and flared nostrils.
Mitch opened his mouth to cry for help, but all that came out was a loud bray. Nathan laughed in glee, he understood Mitch, and his futile cry. A ripping sound brought Mitch's attention to his newly emerged tail. It grew longer and sprouted a dark brown tuft at the end. Lastly, Mitch's hands and feet melded into three-fingered hooves.
Nathan clapped happily as the changes completed. "Very nice, very nice indeed!" Mitch looked miserable, his ears were drooping down and his eyes held both terror and shock. Mitch, over the next few minutes began to be get used to his new form. He walked unsteadily forward, swaying and having to reach out for the nearest sofa to steady himself. Mitch was starting to think again. He glanced hurriedly at the door and windows. Looking for a means to escape.
Nathan saw him looking. "Ah-ah, we'll have none of that! Looks like I'm going to have to do one more adjustment." Nathan held the amulet and wished aloud, "I wish for Mitch here, to become a full latex suit of his current form." Mitch looked in shock at Nathan and panicked. He stumbled toward the front door. He grabbed the door knob and tried turning it, but his hooved-hands were not coordinated enough.
In frustration Mitch started pounding on the door. The first was loud, as was the second. But the third time, it was muffled. Mitch look at his hand, it had deformed, almost like a pool toy without enough air inside. Mitch fell backward, and seemed to float downward. He was becoming lighter, changing into a latex suit. Mitch landed lightly and watched himself change further.
Mitch's fur retracted into his body, leaving a shiny light brown color of latex. His body took on a soft roundness of a pool toy, as well as the mobility of one too. Mitch was finding it increasingly difficult to move. He kept sinking under his on weigh. In a matter of minutes, Mitch was nothing more than a pile of latex. Though, for some reason, he could still think and even feel, but he could not move.
Nathan walked over to the latex suit of Mitch and picked him up. Rubbing and squeaking his body. Mitch shuddered at the bizarre feeling. He was beyond panic. There was nothing he could do. If being transformed into a donkey-man was bad, becoming a latex suit was worse! He had no control anymore, and he was afraid of what Nathan might want to do.