Damon stared at the long wand, a quite solid-looking piece of wood. Damon, frightened to his very core, took a step back but before he could plead or protest, or even threaten, the wand hit his arm and he felt himself transform at once. He bent down on all fours and felt a new limb erupt out of the bottom of his back, his ears lengthen and his mouth protrude, his teeth thickening immensely. He shouted his distress but solely a discordant bray reached his ears. He stomped his feet, but he saw he now possessed hooves. He was on all fours and could not stand upright in any way. His screams for help were only vulgar brays. Brays of a donkey. His body was much too hindered by his very muscles. Circe just laughed merrily.
"My, young prince. Do you not appreciate your new form? Damon the donkey!"
Damon brayed more. Him? A donkey? What a humiliation! He was a prince! He was a royalty! A horse, a stallion, was tolerable, but a simple beast of burden like a donkey!??! It was mortifying! Undignified! It was so vulgar! Why a donkey? He was no commoner!
"What's the matter, little prince?" chortled Circe. "Being a donkey is not to your taste? You would have preferred another beast? A more aristocratic one? I am sure! But this shall teach you humility!"
Damon brayed again in fury but his body then displayed a rather unconventional magical power, hinting at his royal origins. One that was still rather humiliating.