Lampwick screams for help on the screen, “Mama… maaaaaammmaaaaawww HEE HAW HEE HAW.” The donkey Lampwick kicks about the parlor.
“Aaaawwwww,” you moan as your face cracks and stretches further. The other boys left are writhing on the ground as their bodies swell out into their asinine forms. You feel your pants rip and they slide down your furry hind legs to the floor of the theater. Painfully, you turn your long face and look back at your back end. A tail swings back and forth between your legs and your ass and back are covered in fur. “Uuugg, aaaggg…. AW HEE HAW,” you choke as your tongue swells in your mouth.
You feel the cloth of your pants touching your legs and it infuriates you. You can’t believe that this is happening, what you’ve done to yourself. The clothes just remind you of what you were. You can’t stand to have them anywhere near you. Your front hooves hit the ground with a clomp and you kick hard to get your pants and underwear off of you. As you kick, your body starts to swell out and you scream in anguish, but all that comes out are harsh brays. You bray so hard that your voice becomes ironically hoarse.
Muzzle formed, and body following, you await the inevitable. You look back up at the screen and see Pinocchio starting to change, only this version doesn’t have a happy ending. Poor Pinocchio succumbs to his own changes and begins braying and kicking about the parlor. It’s over for him, and now it is over for you as well as your stare becomes a permanent look of ignorance and stubbornness. Everything that you were since you arrived.