"M-m-m-my name's Mary Ellen..." you stammer, your donkey-like voice unfamiliar to you.
"Crap," the man says, letting your face go. "We got anothe halfsie!"
He looks back down to you and beckons you toward him. "Stand on up, girl. Time to get you outta here."
On shaky legs, you stand up, surprised to find yourself able to do so. You give apologetic looks to the former people around you as you stagger through the crowd, following the man in red.
He opens up a door and beckons you through, and you do so. Inside is a comfortable-looking office, with a mahogany desk and a full-length mirror. You take the chance to look at yourself and are horrified at what you see. "Halfsie" indeed. You look like some sort of humanoid donkey, retaining some of your girlish features but not all of them. Tpi find yourself repulsive, so you quickly look away.
The man in red quickly walks around and sits at the desk, looking you over as a scientist would a rare specimen. "One in a million is partially immune to the effect. Congratulations."
"Does... Does this mean I can be human again?" you ask, hopefully.