“Grass smoothies! Get your grass smoothies here!” There was a line of drunk boys and girls off to the side. All of them looked rather beastly. Every one of them had the head of a donkey and a tail hanging from their pants and skirts.
Still in a haze, Rebecca stepped into line. Her hands felt kind of stiff and she started flexing them, not realizing that everyone in the line was doing the same thing.
“Heeeeee HAWWWWW! HEEEE HAWWW! HEEE HAWWW!” Everyone in line turned. Out of a pool hall ran a little brown donkey, bucking and braying. Rebecca burst out laughing with everyone in line.
Finally it was her turn! She was handed a big glass of green liquid. She sniffed at it as she walked away from the stand. That smelled good! Her nose agreed as it started slowly inflating. Her normally trim eyebrows thickened, turning black. Rebecca dove into the smoothie. She chugged it down, savoring the blades of grass that were in it.
As she drank her upper lip merged with her larger nostrils and the whole of her mouth pushed out into a bulb. Suddenly, the glass dropped from her hands. Her hands had cramped horribly.
“Owwwww! Wha?” Like a wall it rushed back to her. “Oh no. No...no...no...” She said slowly, and walked towards a window. Looking back at her was the comical face of one of the donkeys of pleasure island, this one had a definite female quality to it.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed and went into a panic, running back out into the streets. The streets were a scene of chaos. It appeared that quite a few others had discovered their changes. But some were still laughing, clearly too drunk.
“I don’t wanna be a donkey! I'm a girl! A girl!!!!" She ran from teen to teen. “Oh, please! Please! Be a pal! You gotta help meeEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWW!” The sound burst from her before she could stop it. It was strange. A guttural sound from deep in her chest. Rebecca tore off down the streets.
“Gotta get out. Gotta get out! OWWW!” She had to stop. There was an intense pain in her hands! She watched in horror as fur spread up her arms. Her feet were cramping in the same way and she stumbled out of her shoes. She could only sob as she watched her hands quiver and clench their way into fists. Fingernails disappeared, excpet for her thumbnail which ballooned over her hand and hardened. With aloud “SNICK!” her hand pulled itself completely together and she lost all feeling.
It was a good thing too because what she was seeing happen probably wouldn’t have felt good. The black mass that had been her hands was rounding itself out, pulling itself tighter until finally she was looking at a hoof! Her hands were gone!
Rebecca ran around aimlessly, tears streaming from her eyes until she started hearing clops. Looking down she saw that her feet had joined her hands.
“Mama!” She cried out. There was a sudden pain in her back. It hurt to stand up! Then something strange happened. A thought. A donkey thought.
"Why was I standing on two legs? A jenny as me shouldn't stand..... NO!!! I can’t think like OWWW!!!” The pain intesified.
“Maaaaaammaaaaaaa!!!” She screamed. Slowly but surely her arms, now front legs, forced themselves forward. She felt her back arching behind her as the hooves clicked against the ground.
“Heeeeee HAWWWWW!” She tried to yell “Mama” again. But she brayed. “Heeeeee HAWWWWW!” She tried again. Another bray! She couldn’t speak! She charged down the road.
“Heeeee-hawwww! Heeeeee-hawwwww! Heeeee-hawww!” Now she was just braying. Throwing a tantrum. There was something on her! Her clothes. They were incredibly itchy.
“You have your fur...why do you need those clothes?” Rebecca thought to herself. So, Rebecca started bucking. She kicked her hind legs up frantically, trying to free herself. The act of bucking felt really...good. It was venting her fear and frustrations.