“I’ve come to see about becoming a donkey.”
You redden when you say it, acutely embarrassed.
She sits back and smiles, a little smugly for you. “Well that’s what we are here for.”
“It is free isn’t it?”
“Oh yes. Just go down to the lab. Straight down the hall.”
You enter the lab and a young woman in wire rimmed glasses and lab coat greets you.
“Welcome.”
“Uh…. Thanks.”
“Anyway, you realise what you are doing I hope. You are going to be a donkey for 5 years if you do this. Let that fact sink in.” She looks at you almost pityingly at that but you are too excited to care.
You think for a moment about it, you know that it’s a long time to be changed, but if you don’t do it now you’ll regret it forever. You sound agreement and she leads you into a bedroom like room. A bed and an en suite bathroom that has a shelf in it. She turns to you.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, you agree to this, once I close that door behind me, that’s it, the deal is done. You won’t be allowed out until your change is complete.”
You half listen to her but you can’t stop looking at her buoyant chest. Your penis twitches, you want her, badly. You want to fuck her so bad, you want to take her, now. You think of life as a Jackass, then any female would be yours, well, Jenny anyway. You sign the form on the spot, and she leaves you. The door shuts and the lock turns. The deal is sealed, and that was your last human conversation for the next 5 years.
You go to the bathroom and look at the shelf in there. There are two test tube bottles on it. Odd, they are different. One had a drawing of a white donkey on the label and the other had a black one. The fluid inside them was different too, you unscrew the lid of the white donkey bottle. You smell it, YUCK! It smells like spunk. You realise it probably is donkey cum. You cork it up and open the second bottle, this is better, it smells like milk, sweet. What to do? There is a sign on the wall informing you that you should read your manual before drinking one of them. Then only drink one, or it is poison. Blimey!
You go into the ‘bedroom’ and look abut for the manual. You look impatiently about the room. Under the bed, in all the drawers, nowhere to be seen. You call out at the top of your lungs that there is no manual, but no one comes to the door. You aren’t going to be let out, as a human anyway.
You return to the bathroom and look at the pictures on the bottles, what do they mean? What if you choose the wrong one?
You have to choose one or you’ll die of old age before they’ll let you out.