Turning from the pool of water, in which you had just seen your ears grow, you approached her, not without difficulty, due to your now formed hooves. You could feel your ankle begin to change shape, adapting to that of an animal.
You looked at Martha, for the first time you saw a grimace of pain in her.
"Are you...are you in pain?" You whispered to her.
"A little," Martha replied. "On the other hand, my feet are turning into a solid mass, moreover into a closed space...".
As you watched her, you also noticed something else: the nostrils on her nose seemed bigger....like they were starting to open wide.
"Why....why don't you take off your shoes, so you'll hurt less", you said to Martha.
"Are you kidding?" she replied. "Do you know how long I've been wearing these Adidas?"
“Obviously not,” you replied to her.
“Ten years heeaaaw,” Martha continued with a little bray, “since high school. I wore them during the worst years of my life, while I hated all nerds and study....should I take them off? No way, these shoes have to be destroyed, along with my humanity HEEEEAAAAWWWWWWWWWW."
You were hypnotized by Martha's words, so much so that you didn't give too much importance to a pain in your teeth that was starting to grow.
You were mesmerized by Martha's words, about a beautiful girl who wanted to become a donkey at all costs. And which with pleasure was quickly transforming.
You were mesmerized watching her feet transform, a swelling appeared first on the toes of her shoes, then on the side as well. They would quickly explode. Not that they could put up much resistance to the growing hoof, now that you looked closely at Martha's shoes you could actually tell how they were many years old, the white of her Adidas Superstars were now dirty in many places, there were several stitches and they were deformed by use over the years.
Martha grimaced again, followed by a braying HEEEEEAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW
Then, at the same time, a tearing noise announced the inevitable: the Adidas gave way first laterally, then at the toe. A solid mass had now formed.
And it wasn't Martha's only change: following yet another bray - HEEEEEAAAAAWWWWWW - her face, as if there were an invisible force, had started to push forward slightly. She was still far from a muzzle, but her face had begun to advance.
And, at that precise moment, you remembered your tooth pain....