*Ggrrrrrrrrrr* You look down. Well you have to worry about eating. "Giseeeeeelle. Weeeehaw need food."
She heads towards a snack stand. But you shake your head, enjoying the feeling of your long ears shaking back and forth.
"Don't waaaawwwwnt." You look around. That grass did look mighty good...in fact, some other boys and girls had your same idea, they were sitting on the grassy hill pulling up clumps and eating. Some even had their faces to the ground.
"Grawwwwwsss." You start towards the hill and sit down. Pulling up a bit with your hands, you stick it in your mouth, after a slight itching in your teeth, you find yourself able to chew it easily...and it tasted amazing!
"Giseeeeeelle!!! This-" For a moment, the sight Giselle's muzzle extending fully nearly jerked you back to fighting, but the taste of the beer...the grass. You don't want to give that up. In fact, you are jealous of how easy Giselle is pulling up grass, her strong,
flexible lips gripping it, while her big, blocky teeth crushed it.
"Giseeeeeelle. I waaawwwnt" You say. The donkey headed girl looks up and gives a full throated bray, indistinguishable from a common ass.
Then, in a struggling voice, she tells you what you are looking for. "Head. Ground. Chew!" she returns to grazing.
You feel an itching on your head, feeling along the sides, you can feel bristly fur pushing out, a squirming sensation lights on top of your head, you reach a hand to the top to find yourself in possession of a mohawk.
Looking at the grass, you begin to put your head down, and stop as you see something in the center of your vision. Joyfully, you realize your mouth is being corrected. You can feel your skull flowing out into the muzzle, and finally it finishes.
You put your thick lips to the ground and begin eating the grass with pleasure. But after just a short while, you begin to want to have fun again.
You get to two legs with difficulty, and Giselle joins you.
"I full. Let’s fun more!" You say.
"Heeee haw!!!! Glad I donkey! Humans worry." Giselle said.
"Agreeehaw!" You say, not caring that you just identified yourself as a donkey.
You head back towards the front of the island, where it all began. In a state of constant, ignorant bliss you wonder how you ever lived like you did before. It felt so good to not worry about anything.
Donkeys had it so easy! You feel something struggling in your head at the thought of thinking of yourself as a donkey, but you brush it aside. You want this. It was so fun. As you come in sight of the huge doors to the island you feel a constant straining in your back, as if it is hard to walk on two legs, but you deal with it for the sake of having more fun.