As fingers stiffen and the hoofs I've seen before will come again I reach for the phone, and sinister help!
Dialing 9 9 9 it rings only once as the voice of an operator come on and knows my name. I listen as she announces a truck will be dispatched to pick me up and return me to the Park. Oh the thought of returning to what life was in store for me tied my stomac in knots.
A sudden pain as the tailbone eeks out over the rapidly growning buttocks. The thick gray brown hair which is to cover my naked body now makes me find comfort in it's coming.
My stance is changing to force me to live on all fours for 99% of my new life. The wiggling tickle of that moving slit makes me giggle even though I'm terrified of what will come. A shiver makes me cold for that wild moment as I feel the teats and an udder which must in times to come feed the foals this body shall produce.
The constant ache of facial bones as my head expands and grows. Those odd feeling lips which for all donkeys are like to human hands as they graffle for food. I snort occasionally, the strange desire makes a tingle run over my face and a happy feeling touch a mind filled with sensuality.
A wiggle of the hind feet as the legs reform to that configuration. A desire to walk outside presses me past the kitchen door to my life in the open. A deep sniff of the early evenings air, the dampness of dew beginning, oh it all helps to calm my fears.
Then I begin the ritual of one's Donkey life to come, a head lowers into the common position and lips graffle for those blades of green. To graze is a personal experiance which the mind falls into a dense calm like unto a machine put on standby. The lips work come natural and teeth munch, throat swallows, and it all resumes over and over till the belly ring's full!
The sun is coming up with red orange light, and my head turns toward the truck entering my driveway. Driveway, the passing thought of a place to which I once was owner and now has little meaning or want. As the last morsels of the lush green grass on some human's back lawn slurries down my throat I'm bridled and walked to the waiting truck.
How odd, deep in my mind part of me screams! Like being in a deep hole to which you can just see out but not be able to grasp at life. I see, hear, taste, scent, all the naked sensuality of the animal Donkey Jennette I have become takes control of what is now me.
The wind generated by the moving truck burries my senses in more feelings. The volume of air smooths down the thick furry body. My tail swings nervously as it too touches the new part of me. Ears wobble side to side as the rush of air passes them by. Each bump and giggle of the trunk makes my four legs feel more feelings. Oh how all this sensualness pours into the weak brain. My human will in buried by the raw feelings of dozens upon dozens of touching senses. It keeps the Donkey brain busy enjoying each of those feelings and in turn ignor's the screams of my desires down in this hole.
As the lights of the Park glow across the early morning clouds a tingle of cold drips of sweat tickle my rump. A turn of the great head and one big sniff makes all known to both human and Donkey's mind. I'm in season, the sweat is the female juices seeping from the vulva which now decorates my hindquarters. The scent is so rich I can smell my own self. I wonder if they'll put me with Jason Miller?