You stagger with great effort over to the side of the booth and examine the small console built into the side. It's a standard QWERTY lay out, you toggle a small monitor built into the side of the workstation. Lines and lines of code, that is constantly moving greets your eyes.
'Mistuh, it won't work doin that!' says the girl dumbly in your ear. 'WE tried, but nothin works!' You shake your head at the buzzing sound that you can now hear in your ears, louder and louder.
You sink to the floor and the girl screams loudly! 'Don't mistuh please!' she pleads. She stands next to you, ever so close to your huddled and prone form, but she does not dare to touch you as writhe, pulling on your long ears.
EARS?
Yes.
You feel them, long, furred and floppy on either side of your head. 'Oh my Gaaaaaaaaaahd!' you scream. Just like the voice on the machine had said, you are becoming a donkey!
Your clothes begin to tear, as if the material is rotten, the solution's effect perhaps. Your shirt ruptures around the arms and slips sinuously down your sides! The sight that greets you is truly horrific.
Your ribcage is growing with every inhalation and your belly is huge and rolling itself out of your dissolving and breaking pants. But the flesh is not yours, no, not right, it's all grey and hard, leathern!!! Hide, that is covered in gray and brown hairs thatr just keep growing more numerous. YOu run your right hand down your side and feel bristly skin, that feels rough and coarse. 'Ooooooonngh,' you groan. 'Haahlp me!' you plead with the girl.
Her sky blue eyes are wide with terror! 'I can't help you! No-one can!'
'Please touch me,' you plead, 'comfort me...' You suddenly feel so alone as your body convulses and intense cold builds in your extremities. The girl backs away...