You regard the human. Your long ears make her voice much clearer. Your donkey snout allows you to smell scents you never knew she had. You can smell other donkeys on her, other men she's inflicted the same fate upon. You wonder where they are now. You know you should feel horror and anger over being just another donkey to her, just part of a days work yet you feel curious about how they're feeling in their new forms.
You'd never smelt the donkey smell on her before and doubt she can. You let out a small bray in place of what would have been a laugh as a human; If only she knew.
She smiles at you as she runs her hand down your back.
"We're going to the stables. You'll see lots of donkeys in there. You belong there now," she says. You chance a look at your clothes. "Don't worry about those now. Donkeys don't wear clothes and you're all donkey my friend."
She leads you out of the room and through a series of hallways. You smell the scent of others that she and her friends have led through this same hallway to a new bestial existence. You hear the calls of others still waiting for one of them to take them to the back rooms. A light bray escapes your lips, if only they knew.
She leads you from the halls into an underground hallway of sorts. It's cooler down there. You assume they use these to keep others from seeing what will soon be their new forms as they lead us to the stables. Never assume anything... You remember the old saying, braying in place of laughter at the fact you assumed this place was safe and you've literally made an ass of yourself.
Eventually, you smell a scent that reminds you of a barn. You smell and hear other donkeys in there. She leads you through a door and into a large room with more stalls then you can see. A gray furred donkey stands by a stand with a man sitting as a women holds him at bay while she talks to the attendant at the stand
"Take him to stall number 627, we just cleaned it from its latest occupant," the man says with a grin.
"Ah, how's your latest ... creation doing," another attendant asks, referring to you.
"Quite well, he tried to fight it, but he knows his true nature now, don't you?" she asks you.
You can only nod and bray.
"Excellent, take him to stall number 628 beside our other new ... guest," the attendant says.
The stripper leads you through several rows of stalls. Most contain donkeys that looked at you through gassy black eyes; some bray, others stand with a blank expression, seemingly more concerned with the scents and sights of their fellow donkeys.Once the stripper has lead you to your stall, your temporary new home, she removes the rope and pets you between the ears.
"Well, enjoy. Don't be afraid to let the animal in you out my friend. You're a donkey now so no one expects you to be smart, dignified or clean. I saw, milk this for all it's worth. If you co-operate, they'll give you a much better ... relocation once you're ready," she says before departing and closing the stall door behind her.
You stand there considering her words. You also wonder if there is any point in attempting escape. You're a donkey and you can't speak. You wonder where you would go. You hear a bray from the stall beside you; it's your fellow new donkey.
You listen to him and take in his scent. You can also smell the scents of other donkeys that have been in here. A human wouldn't smell much but to you, it's almost like a museum, an archive of who and what has passed of humans whose very form has changed to meet an existence more fitting of their minds. You listen to other donkeys around you as they bray. Each represents another story of how they came to here. All so different in life yet you've met the same fate. No matter who you were or what you accomplished, you're all just braying asses now. It gives you a sense of calm, that in any way you were lacking on life, it didn't matter as you're just a simple beast now.
You smell hay in the stall and walk over to it. It smells inticing and you can't help but munch on it. It's sweet in your mouth, like candy to you now. When you finish, you drink from a troff of water near bye. There is no need for manors or holding back now, all that matters is satisfying your hunger or thirst. It feels much more satisfying not having to worry about eating right. I'm just a dumb animal now, I don't know any better. You can't help yourself, you make a mess of things and bray out in excitement. You feel freed from human inhibitions. No need to worry about going back to work now. being a jackass is my job; its the fibre of what I am..
You wonder why others may have panicked so much as they became donkeys. Now, all of you can act like total jackasses and it's okay. You don't have to just act like it, you'll all be simply being what you are. You wonder what will become of you. Will you be a pet or animal companion for someone? Sent to a stud farm? my job being to mate all day? There's a job offer I'd gladly sign. Perhaps even used as a worker, but with the strength you now know you posses, all but the heaviest loads would be a joke to you.
Any sense of panic over this strange fate is gone. You're ready to embrace and allow every jackass like aspect of your personality to come out and thrive. Now, the only thing to do is to await news of what will become of you.