His parents came home Sunday evening. Jeff pretended like everything was normal. He had to. What could he do? Tell his parents he turned himself into a god damn donkey!? The thought filled him with utter shame.
Sitting down that night with his parents in front of the TV, a commercial came on that featured none other than a braying jackass! His mouth open in a silly manner. Enormous yellow buckteeth, letting loose with a full-throated bray. Mocking Jeff. His parents! Theyll see it! The donkey! Its loud, unintelligible, horrendous noise! Jeff wanted to shrink away in complete shame. But the donkey on the tv was just that: a donkey. It had nothing to do with Jeff.
That night, he had a horrible nightmare. Full of braying donkeys. Huge floppy dicks and balks. Black and smelly. The donkeys loudly mocking him. Urging him to join them.
"No! Never! I don't want to join you!"
"Welcome to the Donkeydom!" a king anthopomorphic donkey laughed at him. "You have no choise. You're now one of my subjects, to be parcelled out as a slave to work the fields! Forever!"
Jeff looked down at his hands just in time to see all his fingers shrink away to nothing. To be replaced by hard, useless hooves.
"No! No! My hands! Gimme my errrgghh hhhaaww eerrrgghhh hhhaaww......" Beeep beeeep beeeep beeeep....the irritating sound of an alarm clock replacing his gargled incomprehensible speech.
Jeff's eyes slowly drifted open. A dream! It was only a dream!
He was breathing heavily as he slowly got up, turned, and shut the stupid alarm off. He was stiff as hell down there. Horny as a motherfucker! The dream slowly drifted back into his head. He had to jerk one off!
Afterwards, he went about his day. Getting ready for school. Going to school. Hanging with his friends. Homework. Dinner. Bed. Nightmare. Rinse, and repeat. This went on for days. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. And still, Jeff couldnt shake the absolute nightmare of being stuck as a donkey.
He was starting to become so obsessed, thag the word "donkey" became a mark of shame to him. He'd hear someone say that word, and he'd be paranoid that someone would associate that word with him and think him a dirty, disgusting wierdo.
"Im not a fucking donkey!" Jeff would have to remind himself. But still, the idea of being one would make him horny! He thought about asking his parents if he could see a psychologist or something. He never could work up the courage to ask them though. And so, he went about his everyday life with this sick obsession.