“Well, then fun!" You said.
"Good ideeawww!" Giselle says as you head for the taps. As you reach for a mug, a sudden moment of clarity breaks through.
“What are you doing? Are you really happy right now? You should be scared to death.” You feel the fog in your mind start to recede as you hesitate.
Meanwhile Giselle had her face in a mug, chugging. The girl never even tried to resist, she looked like she was having so much fun...No this definitely wasn't right.
You back away from the beer, shuddering to think what would have happened had you given in and drunk it.
Giselle finishes her mug and lowers it. You gasp when you see her once beautiful face. Her nostrils were wide across her face and joined to her lips. As you watch, the rest of the lower part of her face pushes out to join her nose, leaving her with a short, fuzzy muzzle. Yet all Giselle does is grin stupidly at you.
"Whawwwwwt problem?" she says. For some reason, you think it looks very strange to see her muzzle moving like that.
"Hold on." Giselle says. She leans back "Heeeeeeeee" then pitches forward "Hawwwwwwww!"
You notice that her muzzle had extended and brown fur was visibly traveling up the sides of her head. Staring, you watch in shock as the girl's hair turns black and into a bristly mohawk.
In short order, you are looking at the brown furred head of a female donkey. The only thing strange about it was her short muzzle.
"Giselle! We have to get out of here! You have the head of a donkey!" You cry.
"Haw haw haw! Didn't weeeehaw just go over this?" she grabs a mug, fills it, and presses it into your hand. "Don't think! Drink! Fun!"
You stare at the mug in your hand as a final war goes on inside you. The hooves, the long ears, the tail...this is no dream, you really are becoming a donkey. It seems that by thinking rationally and fighting it, you are able to slow the changes. But is stopping it worth giving up fun?
The voice inside your head returns, expecting to hear two, you get ready to listen to the fight. Instead all you hear is a donkey bray that manages to slip the word fun in. You look back at the beer. One sip couldn't hurt could it?
Slowly, you raise the mug to your lips and take a small sip. As the liquid runs down your throat, you feel the pleasant fog in your mind returning. Maybe just another sip? You take another sip...but this time you find that you have drunk the whole thing.
You look at Giselle and grin as you go for a refill.
As you down your second mug, you stop resisting. This is too much fun, you should have followed Giselle's lead sooner. But now that you have, a feeling of bliss came over you, like you never would have to worry about anything again.