"Hey Nate! There he is!" You point at the balloon seller who is standing by the back exit. He has several balloons in all kinds of animals and shapes tied to a little pole with a ring on it. Not many of the kids look interested in getting a balloon as they swim around.
Nate turns and starts to walk toward the man and follow. Before you reach him you feel a tingling in your hands that changes to a cool chill you recognize all too well.
"Nate. Help!" You yell. He hears you and spins around as you hodl your hands up in front of you.
Your fingers curl in fists and your hands are clenched so tight you think you might gouge the skin off your palms. "Ah! My hands!" you yell. Nobody hears you over the noise from the pool. Your skin feels tighter, and starts to look shiny as your fingers merge in to each other and your thumbs melt in to your fists merging in to them.
Nate is there now in front of you. "Oh my god. Just relax. Hold on we are almost to him." Nate says as he watches your change wide eyed, staring at your hands. Your fists are gone now and you have square shaped blobls of brownish latex at the end of each arm. With a hissing sound and a little squeak your hands inflate and form little donkey hooves, rounded at the corners in their balloon shape. The change progresses up your forearms too, stopping at your elbows. Your arms now reseble perfect donkey legs, only formed from inflated balloons seamlessly blending with your flesh.
"Oh my god. I cant use my hands. Heeaw!" you exclaim. You slam your mouth shut, eyes wide. Did you just make that sound? Did you just bray like a donkey?
"Ok just relax." says Nate stepping forward. He takes your changed hands in his and holds it, trying to comfort you. You can see that his bulge has grown too, watching you change is turning him on. "Lets go. The guy is right there." Nate pulls you along behind him as you follow. Your free arm dangles at your side rubbing your thigh, squeak squeak, as you walk.
Nate stops at the balloon seller.