Finding the courage you had lacked until now, you asked Martha, "Why...why do you want to become a donkey at all costs?"
Martha grinned, almost satisfied with the question you had just asked her, cleared her throat and spoke her truth: "A donkey? Well, when you hate school with all your heart, you can already say you're an ass, or not. There was nothing more disgusting for me than going to those desks every day, spending hours with classmates who isolated me, I hated studying.....I preferred to spend the afternoons in the countryside....imagining what it was like to live like a animal...."
Completely absorbed in Martha's speech, you hadn't noticed one thing: your ears had also started to become pointy, with the tips rising upwards.
You hadn't noticed, Martha most likely did since she smiled slightly while looking at you.
“I hated school and studying.....oh oh sorry......HEEEEAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
This time Martha's braying was very powerful, so much so that she too momentarily put her hand in front of her mouth.
"Wow, that was some good braying!" she joked.
“Martha, is everything ok?”, you asked her.
She smiled again, replying: "and instead of your ears, what do you tell me?"
You immediately raised both hands to your ears....they were different....pointed and long.....not as long as Martha's, but they were definitely growing.
“My...my ears,” you said, your voice shaking, as a jolt of fear came back to envelop you.
“Well, well, well, my dear, it seems you are transforming quickly too,” replied a happy Martha.
There were no mirrors, but a few steps away there was a puddle of water, you found the courage to get closer and reflect yourself in the puddle of water.
The face was yours, dark eyes and hair, a fairly light complexion, but on the sides of the head, where until a few minutes ago there were two small ears, now two long and pointed ears stood out, continually growing. You watched transfixed as they grew past your head and gray fur began to grow, first at the base and then along your ears.
The reflection, the hands didn't lie, you too had grown two donkey ears.
"Oh my God......HEEEEAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....you couldn't finish the sentence before a huge bray came out of your mouth, more powerful than your first one. It came out spontaneously, you hadn't even managed to try to hold it back.
You turned around, looking for Martha....you saw that she was looking down....
"I believe....I believe....that my shoes will soon be disintegrated"....said Martha feeling a progressive swelling of her feet......