You stroll the downtown district heading in and out of stores. You get a few
strange looks, but no one says anything. You don't realize they can see your hat
moving without being touched as your ears swivel. They don't mention that they
can see something snakelike squirming around behind you under your pants. They
silently blame their imaginations and continue their business. You feel
exhilirated that you are successfully walking amongst them, part animal but
seemingly unnoticed.
You go to your favorite restaurant and almost decide to order your favorite
burger. Then you decide you don't want it--the large salad on the menu looks
delightfully appealing. Now, you never used to pass up a burger, and you didn't
like salads. Being part donkey must have affected your food preferences. Anyway,
you order the salad and sit down to eat it. Unfortunately, you sit directly on
your tail and yelp. Apparently, sitting in chairs doesn't work the way your tail
is currently in your pants. You pick up your salad and shuffle out the door
looking embarassed.
"I'll eat my salad standing up," you think.
Later, you discover that going to the bathroom takes some getting used to. You
walk up to a urinal with a full bladder and undo the front of your pants, only
to discover a donkey's equipment isn't for urinating in an upright stance.
Your urethra is wide and your penis is held high by your sheath, causing you to
spray a wide shower above and around the urinal.
As your pee drips down the wall, you leave looking guilty. At least your legs
are much stronger now, and you can have fun running laps around the town track.
You can run farther and faster than you used to. "This is nice," you think,
feeling the new strength of your muscles. Again people stare, but they just
think you're freakishly athletic.
You meet up with some friends on the street, and they start talking about how
great you look. "Have you been working out?" they ask.
"Well, a little," you tell them slyly.
They want you to come to a party with them tonight. You wonder if you should
attend the festivities in your state, but a smirk comes across your face and you
say "Of course." You're having too much fun trying to hide your partial change.
No one else even knows you went to Pleasure Island. How hard can it be?
You friends leave to get ready, and you do some more shopping in town.
You finally get the hang of peeing by leaning over a toilet, but only after
spraying the floor several times while trying to master the appropriate angle.
You also learn how to put your tail in your pants correctly--so that you don't
sit on it. Things are looking up, and you're ready to go back home and get ready
for the party.