Trying to compose herself, Marcia took a deep breath and got down on her hands and knees. If she stayed calm, she could grab the phone battery and dial 911. She could tell them… tell them what? That she was turning into a donkey? They would think she was crazy. She stretched her arm under the stand.
They wouldn’t send anyone, she realized in a panic. She couldn’t reach the battery, she had no one else to call either, her ears were brushing against the television stand, all her family was in Ohio and her friends were... feeling around was becoming difficult. Her hands were quickly becoming numb. She could call Romeo, but the thought of asking him for help just made her angry. She couldn’t let him see her like this; he might make fun of her, or worse, pretend like it wasn’t happening; like she didn’t have fucking donkey ears; that her hands weren’t changing into goddamn hooves. It just pissed her off, and suddenly, the sensation of fire was back in her veins. Marcia gasped, this time as it ran down her spine.
She moaned, propping herself up on her elbows and trying to cover her butt as a small lump formed on the tip of her tailbone. Marcia closed her eyes, her throat closing up as the lump began to swell, sprouting fast, straining against the elastic of her underwear and forcing her butt in the air. Marcia squeezed her eyes shut and fought back angry tears, unable to control her emotions, the blood pumping even faster, the tail growing at the same pace. All at once, a long tail sprung straight from her ass, lashing about in the air for a few seconds before settling down between her thighs and swinging anxiously between them like a pendulum. Marcia opened her eyes and gasped, supporting herself on her hands and knees and looking over her shoulder. She had grown a fucking tail! A donkey tail! It was long, and brown, and it looked just like the one attached to the man in the bathroom except it was fully formed… and it was hers. She stood up and gasped.
In the window, her reflection had radically changed. Her ears were the least of her worries now; even the shape of her face was different. Her jaw had pushed out, giving her chin a caveman like appearance. Her nose had also extended out, sloping much more dramatically than before. Her face was definitely becoming more asinine, and with a tail swinging shamelessly behind her, the resemblance was uncanny.
She turned around and looked over her shoulder. Her hands were almost completely hooves now, deformed masses with stubby little knuckles for fingers. Without having to think about it, she could move her tail. Experimentally, she raised it, revealing a line of black fur hidden by her shirt. Upon further inspection, she could see that the pattern made a T on her shoulders, “The mark of the beast” she thought with grim humor. Tears came to her eyes… there was no hope… no hope…
When suddenly, the phone rang.