Since it's the very last door down the hall, you search it in high hopes of finding the exit. The stable room has the interior design and a stall of one, but there's a glaring lack of shelves or racks holding farming equipment in this room. Much to your dismay, there doesn't seem to be a hidden switch or panel anywhere. All the while the fur grows all over your face and spreads downwards to the rest of your body.
An inspiration strikes you the longer you set your eyes upon the lone stall in that room, suspiciously devoided of everything else but the wooden construct itself. "I'm almost qu-haw-lified to b-heeee in one of these anywa-heee..." You mutter to yourself and step into the stall, snorting in self-deprecated amusement at the demeaning act. That feeling of changing is building up again and you don't have any other choices anyway. "So, now wh-... WHOA!" The floor gives away underneath you, forming a slide that sends you skiddling downwards toward somewhere underground. Your hooves are practically useless trying to brake against the slippery-smooth surface, nor is there anything for your hands to find purchase on.
"W-HAW-re is Hee-t t-Haw-king m-HEEEE!?" You cry out in alarm, as you downwards faster and faster.
With a lurch, the slide slows and spits you out into...