Marcia was stunned. She was turning into a donkey and there was no one around to hear her scream. In fact, she probably couldn’t scream. Her voice would only come out as horrible brays. She thought of Romeo, how he had left her here, probably to be with his family or help an old lady cross the street or save a kitten from a tree or something equally stupid. She thought of how HE would be the one turning into a donkey right now, if he had stayed a few minutes longer. In fact… in fact he probably knew. He probably knew this would happen, and he left her here all alone to take the rap. He never liked her, Marcia was sure of it; he had probably framed her to take the fall.
The thought of it made her clench her fists together, which promptly finished fusing into complete hooves. She looked down, arms trembling with rage—Romeo did this. Romeo had made her lose her job, her life, her humanity… her hands! She punched the phone, smashing it, sending plastic pieces everywhere. She pounded it, until the thing was just a mess of wires and shards of casing.
Spinning around wildly, she turned her attention to the bedroom. She ran over and side-swiped a lamp, sending it flying into the wall and shattering the glass into a million pieces. She punched the wall, knocking a hole into it that led to the bathroom where the half-animal corpse lay on the floor. She spun around once more, this time losing her balance, landing neatly on all four hooves. Marcia yelled, an angry “EEEEEE-AAWW!” Her shirt ripped off, her breasts swung between her arms even as they receded into her chest. She reared back, destroying the television set with her back hooves, knocking over a nightstand, and leveling a table. “HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HAW! HAW! HEEE-HAAAW!” she yelled, feeling her ears peel back and her face push completely out into a muzzle. She felt her thighs expand, her pants bursting at the seams and falling to the ground. Before she knew it, there was nothing left to destroy, yet still she rocked back and forth with anger, bucking and kicking with all her might relentlessly.
Soon, and Marcia couldn’t be sure of how much time had passed, it occurred to her that she was tired. Yes, she was tired. It was a foggy sort of notion, slowly rising from her brain like smoke. Why was she kicking? Why was she wasting energy? There was no one here… no one here…
She stumbled for a second, before folding all four legs beneath her body and lying down. Nothing was left.
The donkey, naked and new, drifted off to sleep.