Your shoes pop open and your socks quickly rip as your feet become hooves. You try and walk, but find it very difficult to stand. You make awkward steps down the boardwalk trying to ignore the urge to bray along with all the other donkeys.
A tail rips through the back of your pants and you can’t help but cry out, “aaaawww HEE HAW.” Your eyes well up with tears as you feel fur growing all over your body. Then a voice comes from nearby, “here’s the last of them it looks like.” You look over and see a man in dirty overalls on a radio. He pulls out a length of rope and walks toward you slowly. “No, I’m not a donkey, I’m a boy,” you call out, “I’m a bb …bbbb…bbb AWWWW HEE HAW HEE HAW HEE.” You keep thinking the words, but it doesn’t stop your muzzle from growing.
You fall forward to the ground and your hooves strike it hard. Your back realigns for all fours and your shirt and pants begin to rip. The man walks up to you and puts a rope around your lengthening neck.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You reply, but only as the donkey you are.