Jake was cold, and the woolen blanket looked to be the only thing that would solve that problem. He pulled it around his shoulders and started to reach for the boots. Then a familiar tingling made his eyes widen and he threw the blanket off is fear.
Too late. The medallion had already pulled a new form from the blanket. Jake's shoulders dropped and his chest barrelled out, while changes to his back and hips forced him to fall forward onto all fours again.
The position was familiar, but also a little different than when he had been the steer. He didn't feel quite so huge and muscular. Curious, he twisted around as the Medallion finished up its transformation, and saw a shaggy, dark body that was definately not bovine.
A bray of surprise reached his elongated ears, and Jake realized he had made the sound. He appeared to be a large donkey! A shake of his hindquarters provided some releif - he was a full jackass, at least. In fact, as he looked down between his hind legs, his donkey maleness began to emerge - a black snake as long as his human arm, with a flared tip that pushed out of the sheath, and then the foreskin. Harder to see were the donkey testicles behind the sheath, but he could feel them hanging low.
This wasn't so bad. He felt massive and strong, if a little tired - and with his maleness intact, there was a chance for some fun. If he could find a Jenny ass to cooperate with him. He wondered why he felt tired - and now that he thought about it, his joints ached just a little. Not bad, but he didn't have the sense of energy he had enjoyed as a steer.
Just then, Lindy came in and stared at the donkey with her mouth open. "Jeb!? That's impossible! You died!" Then her eyes widened in horror. "Jake! Oh, no! You've become our old donkey, Jeb! He died last year - of old age!"