The boys and girls screams of panic start to become mixed with the sounds of brays. Most people are heading for the front door, but they can’t get it open. You step off your stool to head toward the exit, but your boyfriend grabs you. “NAAAWWWW. PL…PWWWEEESSS. HAAWW HEE HAW HEE.” You pull away and he falls to the ground. You watch as a tail rips through his pants, but then you feel heat from your ears. You can feel them stretch and you reach up to them. The touch of the fur on your ears makes them twitch. The girl on stage is now on all fours, her hands and feet formed into hooves. As for the rest, the crowd that isn’t at the door pleading for help, is on the floor rapidly changing.
Realizing the door is locked, many of the crowd head toward the stage and start tearing down curtains looking for an exit. You look over at the bar and climb on to it, but with difficulty getting your hooves to grip anything. On the other side, you see you weren’t the only one to think of this. Several other boys and girls are their, looking for a way out. A girl beside you suddenly lets out a long HEE HAW and her face stretches out, you weep for her and yourself. You look around, but there’s nothing but booze behind the bar. “There’s no way out,” you cry and start smashing bottles, “no way out, this isn’t fair, I don’t want to be a…a…” A loud rip tears your shorts as your tail stretches out behind you.
You scramble to your hooves and try to get back over the bar, but the changing girl grabs you and pleads with you in brays. “Get off me. Let meeeeee GAW HEE HAW.” You grab your face again and look in the mirror at the bar. You watch your features distort and your nose flair outward. You just stare as fur covers it and your lips thicken. “NAWWW! NOOO! I’m NAWW AW DAAWWNKEEEE HAW.” You grab the bar again, but can’t grip it. You look at your hands as they tremble. They slowly curl up into fists and the flesh all melds together. It darkens and hardens into thick hooves. “HAW HEE HAW,” you bray and throw yourself over the bar.
You land on the ground along with several others. You look around at all the donkeys in the room, furious at their change. ‘I’m not a donkey,’ you think, ‘I’m still me, I no donkey, I… I… me… aaaahhh…. Wwwaaaa… sseted….d ddd.’ Your thoughts become confused with only compounds your anger. You begin to kick your hooves back and bray madly. Your clothes start to rip and your body starts to fill out. You shake off your clothes, not liking the way they feel on your body and bray.
You bray along with all the others as the donkey girls come back into the bar. They don’t even remark on your situation, it’s all too common for them. They just slowly lead you all out the back of the bar.