He began to kick in frustration, bucking like a bronco. Ben had to stand back. "Jeff!"
"HEEEEHAAWWWW" came the ear-splitting reply.
Ben's attention returned briefly to David who was on his hands and knees - covered in perspiration, his features now covered in light gray hair. His ears twitching as he changed.
"Help me Ben! I don't want to be a donkey!!" As he finished his sentence, his face pushed with remarkable force into a donkey muzzle choking him off in a strangled cry. His brown hair still there - even as a dark mane began to grow down the middle of his head.
Ben's heart beat so fast - his legs were jelly. He turned and ran, David's voice behind him, deeper and crying in anguish. Jeff braying loudly. He bolted up some stairs, and through what seemed like dozens of doors. Then he was flooded with light. He was on the balcony looking over the main dance floor. There were dozens of donkeys milling around - the stench was terrible. Tattered clothes still clung to them - a few were trying to mount one another, far way looks on their goofy faces. On the whole they seemed calm and with dismay Ben realized that their minds were changed too - the men were for all intents and purposes complete donkeys.
As his eyes scanned the room he saw one man that was only half way through his change - his hooves were formed and he was trying to open the door which he couldn't manipulate.
One thought hit Ben - Escape - escape now. He turned and ran back through the doors into the hallway.