Months later, Jeana was sold to a farm. She still had her human mind, but each day was very difficult for her to not act as a real donkey.
One morning, with her now familiar donkey tail swaying back and forth, Jeana had her snout buried in the field. The donkey was chewing on grass.
“HAWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWW!” Jeana let out a hearty bray. Then, the donkey resumed grazing.
But suddenly, Jeana stopped grazing and brought her consciousness back to reality. Shaking her asinine head, her bright emerald eyes returned.
That had happened many times before, Jeana’s donkey mind started to take control. That did Jeana began to behave like a true stubborn ass. At first was for some minutes, but then were hours, even days. Fortunately, after some brays and bucks, Jeana finally regained control and calmed down, doing her best to suppress the growing animal presence inside her head. Although she was very terrified.
Later, Jeana had to use the fiel like an animal. As a donkey, she got used to made her way outside many times, Jeana used to lift her tail and drop enormous piles of donkey manure onto the field.
But suddenly, Jeana began munching on grass, near her own manure. Her emerald eyes once again replaced with the black eyes of a donkey.
“HEE HAW!” Jeana brayed and returned to grazing.
Hours later, Jeana waked her own consciousness as her human mind returned and her eyes returned back to normal. There she saw that was eating next to her own donkey manure, that disgusted her.
“Oh, no! No again! There’s something about being out here alone that I can’t control. I’m doing my best but the donkey just takes over. I’m just as scared! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAWWW!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!”
If it weren’t for her thick coat of brown fur, Jeana’s face would be bright red in embarrassment at both the noises she was making and the sight of her own manure in the middle of the field.
A nagging thought kept creeping up from the back of Jeana’s mind. Feeling the donkey mind growing stronger and stronger, she knew it was only a matter of time until she lost herself completely.
At night, in the stables, Jeana said to herself “Well, I think it’s time for sleeEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWW HEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWW” Jeana once again had a momentary lapse of control.
That, scared her again, so Jeana decided to be wide awake as she pondered her fate while fighting back the still-growing donkey presence in her mind. Now she knew that would be her last night with her human mind. She found that concentrating on something kept the donkey presence at bay, but fatigue soon set in. As Jeana fell asleep, she prayed that she would recognize herself in the morning.
The next morning, the farmer walked over to open the door of his barn. Them he saw Jeana in the field, he thought it was unusual that his new jenny ran outside as soon as the door was open. Still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, the farmer looked on in amusement as he saw Jeana prance back and forth across the yard.
“HEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW! HEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW! HEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW!” Jeana brayed at nothing in particular. She was no longer in control of her own body.
Jeana lifted her tail and released another pile of manure to complement the one from the day before.
“HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” the donkey brayed again.
Jeana now behaves like a true ass with absolutely no signs of humanity. She began grazing on the field happily.