A good night's sleep and the next day both of us awoke together, felt better, and when Ben arrived, his cheerful manners worked to cheer up our new day. The usual fair of fresh hay and a ration of grain filled the belly, as worked to inspire each our soul. Karen, dear friend was more than accepting her plight of being transformed, made a Sheep, a Ram, as after her outing of three weeks at the sheep farm, I held to the belief she liked being male and as a Ram!
Ben was very friendly as kind, we had learned to like him as well. Our lives and lifestyles we were living had come to a worry free existence, as I thought only of being a donkey, as Karen wrote of no worries either. It was the first day in August, I knew the days because of a large calendar posted near the restaurant cash register.
That morning went along calmly, some guests arrived and their children seeing us, came to pet, and giggle.
It happened about noon or just after, when the lunch crowd entered the restaurant, I saw a man entering and he sat down where from his table he could watch the petting zoo. I was friendly toward the many children, realizing by the varied ages the day was a Saturday. Karen was her very friendly self and ignored the usual teenager comments she heard as to the large size of her Ram balls. Although I had my balls as intact, Karen being a Ram, it was easy for every guest to view her gender.
That man, he was not enjoying or looking at Karen and her big balls, he was looking, staring actively at me. When I moved away from the front fence, he turned to watch me where I went. I wondered some if he was a donkey enthusiast, or was of hope for seeing pop an erection; my donkey cock being long as it was of a morbid, primal like contour about the distal end, my glan there bloating out to resemble the bell end of a trumpet.
Well I kept myself as controlled, no erections, so that was not the reason he kept watching me, even after the waitress served him his meal, he ate slowly and was looking at me.
I lost sight of the man when he stood up and walked away from his dining table. He went to the cashier inside the restaurant instead, but then exited from there to walk past the petting zoo fence. He stood tall and I felt a sense of a memory that he was a person I knew from my lost and human existence.
Suddenly Karen began maaing, she trotted toward where the man stood by the fence, and when he saw Karen he smiled. He walked, strolled casually to the street end of the petting pen before he spoke, speaking to one upset Ram, and a still wondering donkey.
"Well, well, well and I would so imagine that you might be Karen, as I spoke to you mother, she being heart broken and worried about you. You might not know that when you rose late at night and discovered your being woolly, she was awake and saw you. She got dressed and followed you to the restaurant and petting zoo barn. When you entered with you flashlight and stood talking to my donkey friend here, she got a good look at her woolly daughter. She too thinks you are as cursed, and rightly so, would a pretty girl turned into a Ram sheep not feel as if cursed?
So there, donkey, do you not recall your own original self, as standing before you is you, John Bedford!"