Jackie woke with a groan. Last night had been fun, staying up late, chatting, no boys around to spoil the evening. But then....then her mind just hit a blank, the evening just kind of ended abruptly in her memory. Shifting under her covers she realized something was .....off but couldn't quite put her paw on it. her bed felt, smaller than normal ....as if she used up more room than she did before. What was even more strange were the weird sensations coming from all over her body her brain simply didn't know how to interpret. Everything just felt different, wrong.
She had to see what was up.
Throwing off the covers, she sat up and padded gracefully over to a mirror. She froze. Standing before her wasn't the big breasted bombshell of Jared's wetdreams but....a donkey. And not just any donkey, a humanoid MALE donkey.
The firgure, HER figure, before her was fairly well built. Her abs formed a tight six pack, her biceps bulkged and pecs had a left that suggested she - he knew his way around the bench press. His chin had a short goatee and his mane was long and unkempt, its black hairs tipped with a bit of red, giving her a slightly more punkish look, a look added to by the gauges in her long donkey ears.
"The camp may ban gauges during work hawwwours, but while I'm in the cabin, I'm fuckin' wearing what I want" He muttered to himself before realizing what he had just said.
"OMG, what-whats wrong with me! I'm like, some kinda punk donkey guy. And did I just bray??" jackie thought. She then realized that she was not only a donkey but a donkey only wearing a pair of brief's.
"I'm not going out like this! Someone can't see my body this way! I-Igotta find some clothes" She thought. A beat passed before she acted on the thought as her eyes slowly traced the long tube outline by the briefs'. "I've-i've gotta.......a cock......and its gotta be like a foot long!"
She blushed as her resolve to find clothes returned. Near the wall, she spied a camp uniform that subconsciously she knew to be hers. Rushing over, she grabbed it and threw it on. Returning to the mirror, he then, almost on autopilot, removed his gauges so he could get to work and start his day. The kids needed someone to wake them, after all and it was his job as councilor to do so. He hated being 18, no money meant taking the crap jobs no one wanted, crappy jobs like caring for stupid critter kids.
"Wait...councillor....am....am I some kind of councilor now? and----Am I 18 now?? I was 28 before...I'm just a teen again!" She thought "Fhawwwuck, I gotta wake Sarah, this is getting too fucking weird."