I stare at the two viles of strange liquid. Nothing to give me promise of which does what to me. The spunky smelling stuff might be what goes into the jenny, therefore I'd be female and get screwed. Yet the milk is what a jenny gives and so her foal would suckle to live. Foals are either male or female, so there's no final realization of which does what, to me.
Sitting down on the jon I look at the two viles which one of them will change my next five years. I wanted the freedom of animal life! I looked forward to raw animal sex! I planned to relax and live a life of peace and contentment as a plain animal. I did long to feel and own one of those massive jackass cocks. I looked forward to openly masterbate in front of girls and try to gross them out with the sheer size of it. I wanted to be a part of a work team and stand with cock down pouring my urine on street and curb. I looked forward to remind the people around me that shit stinks, mine or theirs. I looked toward being open with body functions as I never should have when a man. I really want to be in the barn and give my gift of a hardy oat fart for all to hear, and then enjoy!
My hand is shaking as the very thoughts of open release of what I could or should not do in society, I could and would do as a donkey.
I beg higher powers for guidence as my hand touches one vile. Not looking, breath held, I pour the contents down my throat. The taste of sweet necture milk makes me hold my breath.