The donkeys were in the field by early morning. You watched them eating grass. A part of you expected eggs and bacon or at least a bowl of oatmeal. You, however, realized that such things were not part of being a donkey. Oats would if anything, be a treat.
You walked up beside Denny and tasted some of the grass. It was delicious! Eating grass with just your mouth seemed rude but you had to admit that if you calmed down and allowed yourself to (even if only for those few minutes) be the animal that you’d become, that it was relaxing.
You ate until you were full.
“So, what we do now?” You asked.
“To be honest, we go to work,” Butch said.
“They make donkey girls work?” you asked.
Butch nodded. “Why wouldn’t you? Unless you’re raising a baby, you’re just as capable.”
“Will it hurt?” You asked.
“Relax, you’ll get used to it,” Denny said.
You spent the next few weeks hauling loads of various materials that the Farmer and others were using to build houses and other buildings in the town.
Becoming a donkey should have robbed you of your humanity. Ironically, it had given you an excuse to be yourself.
You enjoyed being outside wearing nothing but a harness. Working felt good. You were doing what nature designed your body to do – your donkey body.
Then there was Butch. You started to like him. You had never had a boyfriend and Butch could be a good one.
The sun was setting; Butch and you were tried and filthy.
The farmer had prepared water and hay for you at the end of each day by the time you walked back to the barn. You went about your now daily routine of drinking water and eating hay and grass until you were full.
Afterwards, you walked over to Butch. Both lay down on the grass.
“So, it’s been a while now. What do you think about being a donkey?” Butch asked.
You looked at Butch. “I think it fits a lot better for me now,” You said.“ To be honest, I didn’t see it as bad. I was just doing what came natural to me.”
“Just like…”
“Just like a real donkey.”