Donkeys are everywhere. They come out of rides and bars. Out of attractions and swimming pools. Boys are still scrambling toward the docks and you run along side them. A boy takes a tumble in front of you and you jump over him. You look back as he writhes back and forth in the dirt as his shoes burst from his hooved feet.
Just before the dock is a large gate, and it’s shut. A crowd of boys is gathered around it, pounding on it, and screaming for them to open it. One boys hands curls up into hooves as he pounds the thick iron door. He brays falling into the crowd.
The boys are packed in tight and donkeys are spread out in the crowd, braying. You reach the outer edge of the crowd, but there are a hundred boys between you and the gate. The boy in front of you suddenly grows a pair of donkey ears. Then his neck stretches and rips out of his shirt. A dark mane runs down his back as he falls to his hands and knees.
Then you let out a moan as you fall back onto your ass. You prop yourself up on your hands and watch as the tips of your shoes bulge. You grit your teeth as they rip open and your dark toes emerge. The sides of the shoes split and your socks fall off revealing your fur-covered feet. Your toes curl up into hooves and your pants start to rip.