Jenny figured that someone should open the door, and if everyone inside was too busy, well she'd just do it herself. She reached down and tried the handle. The door was unlocked, so she lifted the latch and cautiously opened the door. She peeked her head in, and called, "It's Jenny!"
"Jenny: A female donkey, hooved mammal, beast of burden," intoned a sharp metallic sounding voice.
Jenny looked around the kitchen, stepping into the room to find the source of the voice. It seemed to be coming from a shiny silver pan with a flashing purple glass handle. Suddenly, she was engulfed in a heavy purple light. She had triggered one of Pauline's little booby traps. She fell on all fours. She was crying as her bones snapped and reknit into new shapes. He ears were growing and lifting her bonnet off her head. Jenny's face jutted out into a donkey's muzzle. Her hands and feet morphed into hooves. Her dress ripped at the seems as her waist grew. A tail ripped through her bustle. She was now a full fledged donkey.
A teenage girl came into the room laughing, "Aunt Polly, is that you?"
Jenny simply neighed.