I couldn't do anything but stand there and bray. To try to speak. I knew now, that boy was my body, and mom's consciousness now occupies it. I tried desparately to speak to....."HIM." But I couldn't get a single word out. Just these stupid, frustrating, and humiliating donkey brays!
Eventually, they took him away. I was left tied up, with this stupid metal bit in my mouth. There was a mirror, I noticed. A large one. As blurry and poor as my eyesight was, I could see my new reflection in the mirror! I WAS a donkey! I AM a donkey! The pure shame and humiliation of my body sickened me.
I wanted my hands back. My fingers! I stood there for a while, on all fours, just rapping my front hooves on the hard times floor. As if I was trying to break the hard keratin that held my hands hostage. But all that resulted, were frustrating "clips" and "clops".
Then the door opened and someone walked in. I instantly smelled grass. I felt my stomach rumble. The person walked over, and wordlessly clipped a bag over my mouth and took out that bit. The smell of grass was coming from inside there! On impulse, my big sloppy donkey tongue came out and started licking up big long lumps of hard, earthy pellets. To my new donkey senses, it didn't taste bad. But to my horrified human state of mind, I knew the taste should be gagging. I tried to stop eating. I wanted to stop eating. But it's like I had no control over my own body. I wanted out if there. But I continued standing there on all four hooves, uselessly lapping up pellet after pellet.
"There we go," said a nurse as she walked in. "All finished there bug guy? That's a good donkey," she said as she reached up to let my nose. I wanted to also get hands away from my face, but my limbs somehow felt too "heavy" for that.
"Those pellets have a lot of nutrition, including medication to firmly solidify your new donkey brain parts to your human brain parts, giving the donkey instincts greater control over your body. You should already notice that your human intellectual willpower has very little control. This is just to ensure your survival," she continued.
"However, treating you as a donkey and limiting your human interaction will make your human intelligence submit to your donkey instincts that much easier. The medication in those pellets will only work for so long. We have to train your hybrid brain to think and act more like a donkey. Which means, you'll be housed in a barn with a bunch of other natural-born donkeys. That way, you can socialize and get to know your new companions of your species."
I wanted to protest. To ask questions. I could only bray as my body complied with the commands from the human that was leading me to my doom.