Unsure what to make of your situation, you just stand there on all four of your new legs, too stunned to really think or do much more than that. Your mind subconsciously goes into denial mode. You have the image and "feeling" of still being human in this breathless stunned silence.
Eventually, you begin to grow bored and wonder why youre just standing around in the woods stooped over. You make the attempt to finally get off your "hands" and straighten back up on two legs. But your quadriped-formed back and hips force you to remain on all fours!
"Eerrrgghhh hhhaawww!" You bray for the second time, unable to voice your new-found frustration in actual words.
"Oh, fuck! This cant be happening!" you think.
You try again, but you remain solidly on all fours. Unable to rise more than a foot or two before crashing back down on two front hooves with two simultaneous "clop-clops"!
" errggh hhaaww!" You grunt unintelligibly once again.
You attempt to keep your rising panic at bay, even as you begin feeling more and more restricted. You fight the rising tide of a strange claustrophobic-feeling panic. You have no hands, you're stuck on all fours, and you cant speak! "Eerrrgghh hhhaawww!" You sound ridiculous when you try!
You look around for the remnants of the socks, unaware they are now just ordinary spikes with no magic powers left, nailed onto your hooves securing the hard iron horseshoes to them.
You dont see them anywhere, but youre now very near-sighted with very little range of color. You're practically blind! But your hearing and sense of smell are much sharper.
"I have to find those socks, " you think. "I have to get these horse shoes off of me!"
You begin pawing at the ground. Stomping on starp rocks, but to no avail. You desparetely want to use fingers and hands you no longer possess to try and pry them off. Even if you still had hands, you'd need to use some sort of tool to pry them off.
"Tools! Shit! I cant even use tools now!"
The thought makes you feel a bit more claustrophobic. A feeling of your hands and fingers being "trapped." You start pawing at the ground again, and begin braying at it. "Errrgghh hhaaww eeerrgghh hhaaww eeerrrgghh hhhaaaaaawwww!"
Eventually you give up.
"Im a fucking....donkey!" You think. You look back at your right flank by flexing your long, thick donkey neck. You have the whiskey-barrel shape of a plump donkey. Of a....particular plump donkey......
You gulp.
"Bill the Donkey!" You realize. "Those were his shoes! Im now.....Bill the Donkey!"
As goofy as he was, old Bill was sloppy, even as barnyard animals go. His breath smelled. His teeth were large, greenish-yellow. He had an obnoxiously huge, fat, oversized black penis, even for a donkey! Always squirting something out of it all over the place. Even on his own legs and what was supposed to be white belly fur.
"Errrghhh hhhaaww!" you begin to complain and protest. "No! No, i cant be-" "eerrrgghh hhhaaww!!"
The thought that Bill's body was now your body. That his huge long fat ears were now sitting atop your Bill the Donkey's head. His plump out of shape barrel body was yours. That his penis was now attached to and hanging below you. You can actually FEEL IT! Pendulous and heavy. You can feel his large, black, bulbous testicles hanging between your back legs out in the open, churning.
You need to let someone know, but you cam't. You can't speak. You can't write. You can now do nothing. Youre a god damn donkey! Nobody knows it but you, and you lack the ability to communicate in an intelligible manner, though you never give up trying much to your frustration and irritation.
Eeerrrgghhh hhhaawww!!!!
This is now your life. To live out the rest of your days as a dirty old donkey that had already lived its unhealthy life. Its now your turn to live the rest of that life you were never meant to live. You never give up hope of one day being you again, but it will never happen. This is it. Youre stuck with a life on all fours, never to speak another word again.