You take another look at yourself in the mirror. You are utterly naked except for the coarse gray fur covering your body. The sight of the head of a donkey on your shoulders nearly snaps you out of it, but instead you find it completely hilarious and break into a fit of braying laughter.
"Good, don't you enjoy how real it feels now?" The voice said as the wheel began spinning.
You bray agreeably, the pleading voice in your head losing volume.
"Now walk forward." It says
You do so, and bray in discomfort as you feel the rough gravel.
"Well what did you expect was going to happen? Your feet are soft." The voice said. Suddenly a picture shows above the wheel. A picture of a shiny black hoof. "Wouldn't these be easier to walk on? Why not step over into the tar?"
Drawn to the picture of the hooves, you do as the voice says. When both feet are in the tar, you feel them tingling. Picking one foot up, you give a bray of joy as you see a hard hoof on the end of your furry leg. Getting an idea, you put your hands in as well, and are rewarded with hooves there as well. You step out of the tar and find that you can't feel the gravel at all.
"Well done! Advance to the next room.