Damningly, the donkey now known as Jeff remembers the old Jeff and how horrible his life was as a donkey, always filled with pain boredom.
At school he has become much more popular than the previous Jeff, his newly changed features doing wonders to make him more approachable. He studies hard, the experience of reading and learning so thrilling to him. Fingers nimbly flipping pages, hands able to turn and maneuver pencils and clothes and soap. Not even counting Soap! He revels in the ability to keep himself clean, even brushing his teeth 6 times every day. He only stopped because his gums bled. It's also during those little bath sessions that he starts playing with the equipment he gave himself. Compared to his old donkey cock, it definitely felt smaller. It felt less intense to have an erection, and he could only spurt out a few times before stopping. But playing with his new human cock occupied his thoughts, from striking the base to playing with the head, his precum leaking over to make his play even better. His hands constantly wandered, playing and pressing his balls, tugging at his nipple, long deep strokes while he panted on his bed, his cum splattering on his stomach.
It was on one post-orgasm that he felt deep guilt regarding the old Jeff, remembering how he had felt as a donkey. And that was before he even knew there could be something better. He couldn't imagine being forced to give his new life up. Slowly, as if approaching a predator, New Jeff stalks up towards the computer, laying unused since he edited himself. Booting it up, he searched for the Chronivac and found that he could restore the previously deleted profile of Jeff the Donkey. 'Wait, will this change me back?' He searched and, finding no such feature, restored Jeff's profile.