The car is just about to go over the next hill as the boys behind you scream for help, and the one donkey headed boy brays. Then you start to feel something in your shoes. They feel very tight on your feet. You look down at your shoes and they look like they are about to rip open. You can feel your heels pushing against the back of your shoe and your toes are almost numb, but you feel the pressure in the front.
The car goes over the top of the next hill. You and the boys now scream in terror as the ride continues it’s loops and twists. You groan as the pressure in your shoes reaches the limit of the fabric and they pop open down the side. The pressure starts moving up into your legs as you feel them becoming tight in your jeans.
You look down to your feet and catch glimpses of them as light passes. Your foot is long and skinny, your heel much further back, and both sets of toes have hardened into a hoof. “I want to get off, I want to get off,” you scream.
You dread to look over your shoulder, but you do anyway. The boy behind who now has hooves instead of hands, has grown a pair of ears. His friend beside him has a long face, that gets longer by the second and becomes covered in hair. “heeeeeeee haaaaawwwww,” the boy cries out.