"No, no, I can't... I can't believe... This is the craziest thing ever," Marcia gasped in shock. Here she thought she was investigating a string of child abductions and instead stumbled onto the strangest thing she had ever witnessed, more bizarre a truth than any she'd ever uncovered as a private eye. She looked down to Pamela, who aside from her shock of curly red hair in place of a mane and her bright green eyes, looked wholly donkey, wearing the stretched and tattered remains of her clothing. The other two girls were close, but not that far yet.
"Don't say that, MAAAWWrcia!" Savannah said, before she finally collapsed to all fours, she, like Pamela, looking wholly donkey except for her straight blonde hair and blue eyes. "If you don't believe, the magic will fade and you'll never get to experience it!"
"Oh, this is SO nAWt fair! BOTH of you?! I was so sure I believed the most!" Carrie whined again, stomping he hopced feet on the floor.
"But I don't... I don't wAAWWnt-" Marcia clamped her hands over her mouth as the bray escaped, this time with her full knowledge of it. "I don't want to be a donkey!"
"But it feels so good!" Savannah said with a moan. "Hey, Pam, help me with the rest of my clothes, huh?"
"Sure, as long as you do mine," Pamela answered with a donkeyish smile that looked utterly bizarre on her distended face. Pam then looked up to Carrie. "While we get each other naked, why you take Marcia over to the video booth?"
"Fine," Carrie grunted, her tail swishing in agitation. "Can't believe those two finished before me."
"Finished? But they... They can talk... Nothing's making sense..." Marcia stammered as Carrie grabbed her hand and led her away. She watched as the two mostly-donkey girls began biting the tattered remnants of each others clothes off.
Before too long, the two arrived at a small booth with a thatched roof and went inside. Immediately, a screen lit up, and a donkey with slick, combed brown hair and glasses appeared on the screen. Marcia thought he looked comical, but Carrie only looked on in admiration.
"Hello, and welcome to Pleasure Island, where wild fantasies come true. I'm Norbert Finnison, president, CEO, and lAAAWWng time donkey. Would you like to experience life from a new perspective? Well, here at Pleasure Island, we've figured out just how to deliver the experience. With the right combination of magic and chemical science, we've discovered how to change ordinary people such as yourselves into donkeys like me!"
Just then, Marcia heard a clomp next to her as Carrie finished her change. She heard the girl issue a sigh of relief. "Hey, Marcia, I did it! Since you still have hands, can you undress me?"
"Uh... Sure..." Marcia stammered as she brought her hands down to Carrie's back and began tearing off the girl's scraps of clothing. Her own clothes were starting to feel tight and restrictive. The change was happening.
"Unlike the island in the tale of Pinocchio, our island does not exist to punish or torture. We're simply here to provide a new and exciting experience," the donkey CEO continued, as if he waited for the girls to finish. "If you find you don't like your out of species experience, simply will yourself back to humanity. The same works if you'd like to try a different species, in one of the different areas of our resort. Though I trust you'll like being a donkey, Marcia Caldwell, private investigator..."
Marcia stared in shock. Did he just say her name?!