You take a deep breath. The scent of the other jennys and soon to be jennys in the room fills your nose, as does the scent of male human on clothes that only an hour ago housed male humans.
The exit from the theatre is a simple walk for you.
Changing women run past you as you walk down the hallway at a casual pace. Some have tails, others have ears and for some, their legs have become the rear legs of a donkey.
The scents in the lobby beyond the hall are of all sorts of foods that while they would have appealed to your human self, they don't appeal to you as a jenny.
You walk through the rest of the theatre and outside.
The sun is warm on your back, it feels wonderful. You stand naked, all your body open for public view. Changed as your body is, it's still your body. You know you should feel some desire for privacy yet in fact you feel the opposite. No, you don't want to hide your magnificent form, you want the boys to see it all its glory.
If you could talk, you'd proclaim to the world that you were open for business to the first lucky jack to find you. There would be no need for fighting, there was plenty of you to go around. It was a perverse way of thinking but, if they are going to turn you into a donkey -- they wanted a jenny, you're going to give them one.
Longer ears allow you to hear more sounds of the park. A deep breath helps you to locate boys or men that have been lucky enough to becomes jacks.
Yes, a nice handsome jack is close. His sweet musky odour fills your nostrils.
Stay right where you are big boy, the park might not offer pony rides, but it does offer donkey rides. These rides are something to behold.
You walk toward his scent, yes, you're getting closer, the scent is getting stronger. It drives you, arouses you, evokes primal desires. You want to be close to that scent, you want it all over you.
A short walk and your find yourself looking at the jack. He's standing there with a torn shirt on his back as he eats some hay from the ground. He looks innocent and sexy at the same time. His gray fur is clean, perhaps too clean -- you'll need to do something about that.
You approach him and nuzzle him. He stops eating and looks you in the eye. Yes, he'll do perfectly.
He brays at you as you remove what's left of his shirt, he won't be needing it any more.
You walk in front of him and wave your tail back and forth. Come and get it baby, I'm all yours. For the first few seconds, you wait, wondering if he's going to go through with it. You feel everything from excitement to fear. Doing this is more or less saying a giant fuck you to your humanity and especially your manhood. On the other hand, this will let you experience something few guys have ever experienced. It's wrong, it's disgusting -- it's awesome!
Your new Jack friend seems to get the idea.
A quick look, wink of an eye and bray back at him is all he needs.
He's climbs on top of you. His weight is impressive but that isn't the sensation you're focused on. Somehow, another sensation is taking up just a bit more of your attention. That being the sensation of his donkey hood inside of you!