Paul’s shoes rip apart. He looks down and sees a pair of black hooves sticking out of his socks, the rest of the fabric still clinging to his reshaping ankles. “Agghh HAW HEE HAW,” Paul groans and covers his mouth. He takes a deep breath and takes a few awkward steps on his new hooves and starts a running pace following the boys toward the main gates.
The gates are located up a small incline in the boardwalk and are wide open. Boys race to the gates and their salvation, but the sunlight has just started to touch the ground by the doors. As soon as the boys get high enough running up to the gates they get caught in the sunlight. Dozens of boys fall to the ground, ripping out of the remainder of their clothing and become braying donkeys. The sun rises higher and starts moving down toward the rest of the boys piled up as they crowd at the end of the boardwalk.
The sun sweeps across them changing them all immediately into donkeys. Paul runs and sees the crowd of boys changing ahead of him. Several boys have started running back, but Paul looks over at a small beer stand and dives off the boardwalk as the sun sweeps by. The light causes boy’s pants and shirts to rip as they fall to hooves and bray. Boys foolish enough to run out of bars and other structures are struck down by the light of the sun. They didn’t even know anything was going on.
Paul sat in the bright shadow of the stand still groaning. “No… it’s not stopping,” he gasps. Paul watches as his fingers start to melt together. “No… I’m not a donkey,” he grunts, his voice becoming deeper. Paul grits his teeth as his face pushes out, his nose widening across his face and his lips thickening.
With a final gasp Paul moans and then catches his breath as the pain passes. He looks down at his hands. He is shocked to see that his still has a few fingers. Two thick digits and a thumb, all of them able to flex stiffly, and capped with a solid black chunk of a nail. He feels his face. His face has pushed out into a slight muzzle, but his neck isn’t any longer. He lifts up his shirt and sees the coat of fur he has on his body. It’s not terribly thick, but it covers his skin completely. His nipples are still visible through the fur, although they are dark brown and he still has a human shape to his body. His feet are still hooved but his thighs are human like with the exception of fur.
"I'm not a donkey," he says, "but what am I?"