Giggling, horny, and Jen lying on the bathroom floor, she was feeling new sensations, the kind known better by donkey colts or jennets. Fuzzy to furry, the coarse fur of a gray donkey she helped it to grow from her forehead to her toes, down her arms to make furry gloves of her hands. She was elated in a horny fog, or until she felt a spike of pain near to the end of her spine.
"Hey ow...," Jen grumbled as she raised up her furred pelvis, sending both hands to search for what had given her such a sharp pain.
"Naw..., can't be," Jen said, her furry hands both touched then as grabbed hold of a stout new appendage, it what she realized was her new donkey tail.
"Naw, naw, hee, hee, hee-haw," Jen exclaimed, she jumped to a standing position, as felt the tail move.
What felt worse, her new tail or the fact her furry face was changing, she growing a donkey muzzle. As her hands pursed at her changing face, the sense of emotion began her donkey tail to swing and swat at her furred flanks.
Just then Jen cast a wondering look at the bathroom mirror. There as part of her reflection she saw how her ears had grown furry and were longer as tall. "Haw-hee-haw," Jen brayed, as she saw not those perfectly aligned teeth without the braces she endured for five years, but then she saw larger teeth, similar to those like the colt donkey.
Things of fun were getting out of hand, as Jen swished her tail, slapping it at her changing thighs.
"HEE-HAW," Jennifer brayed loudly, she felt a horrid pain in her groin. As the first pain faded it struck again, and again, as nine jolts of pains brought tears to her eyes.
As her tail swung it swished touching her changed anus, it then the black, as equine style donut asshole set under where her tail attached to her rounding rump. Then there was something more the tail touched and Jen knew what it was, as she realised the nasty pains were from her vulva moving, nearing where she if a jennet donkey should have a vulva and her twat.
Suddenly there came a harsh knocking at the bathroom door. "Hey there Jen, save me some of the hot water for my shower," her father said through the closed and locked door.
Jen tried as hard as she might to get out a simple sounding "Yea," as without her letting blast a donkey like bray.
"What to do," Jen tried to mutter, as she heard her muzzle let flow a soft sounding bray.
"Beep-beep," sounded a car horn down in the driveway near the garage. Jen peered out of the bathroom window to see her brother had come home from his college football practice. Jen heard the hurried footsteps of her father running to meet his son. As next was both her dad and mom giving their greeting to her brother.
She had a chance to make a run for the barn and to the colt's stall where she might hide.