Jake grimaces as the ride takes a sharp turn and grabs hold of the handles. He looks over at Dean and watches as he cries and screams. “Dean!” Jake yells, but then feels a cool feeling on his feet. Jake looks down and sees that his feet have stretched and his sandals have fallen off. His foot stretches out and brown fur starts to cover them. “No, please, I want to have feet, I don’t want hooves,” Jake cries. All he can do is stare as his toes thicken and harden. The color turns darker and darker and they curl into the form of a solid hoof.
Dean cries, and looks behind him in the seat. He reaches down and pulls out the end of a donkey tail. The car takes another sharp turn and starts to climb once more. “We have to get off,” Jake yells, but the wall is right up against the car. Jake looks back and sees the crowd of boys behind them, with long ears, and a few of them with donkey faces braying instead of screaming. The very last car as a large solid piece that the ones in the last car can’t get over. “Dean, there’s no way AAWW HEE HAW,” Jake brays and throws his hands to his face. Dean looks over at him in horror as the car races down another tunnel.
Jake holds his face tight, but that’s not what’s bothering him, he watches as Dean grimaces and grits his teeth. Dean’s nostrils widen across his face and his lips turn dark and thick. Brown fur grows all around his cheeks as his face stretches out. Jake feels an intense pain in his rear and sees his shorts tenting in the back. He grabs hold of the handles and lets out a scream, “Nooooo AW HEE. Please stop.” A loud RIP comes from his shorts as a tail shoots out and his pants start to tear down the legs.
Dean paws at his face with his hands and brays as it becomes a full donkey’s head. The tunnel echoes with brays from the boys in the train as the car starts to slow down and level out. Dean falls to the floor of the car, braying and kicking his back legs. “Dean, get up,” Jake cries. Dean’s shoes are thrown to the floor and his pants fall down around his legs. His entire rear and legs resemble that of a donkey.
Jake groans, “No!” He looks down at his friend, and then feels intense pain in his hands. “No,” he sobs,” not my hands. Please, I HAW HEE HAW, I want my hands, please.” His fingers start to turn dark and fur grows up his arms, “I just want my hands, I want to have hands and be a boy. I don’t want to be a donkey.” His fingers start to harden and ball into a fist, but he does his best to paw at them, “no please, ugh aaahaaahhhhhhhhh HEE HAW.” Jakes hands curl into hooves and he falls to the floor of the car. “No, I’m not a donkeE HAW HEE. I’m not a donkey. I’m a… a…. AAAWW… BBB…BB.” Jakes lips were thickening and his voice was straining to form words, “bbbaaa… bbbbooooyyyy.” He takes a deep breath as his face starts to stretch,” mmmmaaawwww mmmmaaaaaa HEE HAW HEE HAW.”
Jake’s face stretches out and his body rips through the rest of his clothes. The car comes to a stop along side a large wall. The donkeys bray and kick as Uniformed Men lead them out of the car. Other men come and pick up the clothing and toss it onto a conveyor belt that takes it up.
The former boys are lead to the other side of the wall where a large corral filled with donkeys waits. The line for the ride is still full as boys joyously surrender themselves to it and are carried up and away.