Bearing of offspring from this crude form seemed to intimidate her painful feeling even more than wondering what it would be like for her when birthing a child. "Jezebel", a perfectly proper name for a donkey female, as if her name given to her by a mother was in some way a trade mark put on her to act with disrespect toward anything moral.
She disliked her name and wished it as well as she could be different, and the thinking more about the suggestive offer told to her about the relative ease at changing her gender as they had transformed her species, well the change of sex would give way to a change of name too!
The man who made the suggestive offer stood nearby yet, and Jezebel strolled toward him, she nuzzling at his buttocks, got his attention and with hoof to write in the pulverized dust of the corral, she scrawled, "MAKE ME MALE."
This seemed to make the man smile, he took a fist full of her coarse mane and directed her walking to a gate leading from that corral, to another, it empty, smaller, and where the respective injection would be administered. Jezebel felt assured in her vaguely thinking mind that it was better for her if made to mate, that she be a he and learn liking to rut from on top for a change.