God, please no....
Your ass is up high into the air, with pressure in your chest. You're in a private bathroom, in the zoo, most likely closed now.
The pressure in your chest seems to squeeze the air out of you, like a balloon with a hole in it.
"Nngh.. Ehghnn.."
Your butt still in the air, you're on the ground, on the palms of your hands and balms of your toes. Your spine feels like stone, suddenly, a stub of fur grows in your tailbone. And it pushes out. Crack, pop. Your face has beads of sweat. The tailbone lifts up and it begins growing as a tail, sticking straight up, as his butt is as.
The pressure in your chest is unbearable, suffocating you, and without thinking, you 'Let it Go' .
"AWHHhh EiAwh EioweI-awhh."
The unbearable screech comes out. Rough and ragged, horrifyingly authentic. You hear yourself , almost sounding like you've been eating ghost peppers and being shook like a rag doll at the same time.
The tail, stretches upwards, straight up. Developing a black tassel with matted, oily hair, and the tail growing brown fur, before dropping to the ground.
Great, ears and a tail. Slowly loosing my voice whilst suffocating at the same time. This is heaven.
You sit on your tail and try to pull down your ears to hide them amongst your hair. Not going to work.
The genie appears in your mind, imagining a picture where the genie pulls out your face into a muzzle and then changing his legs' bone structure to hindquarters.
Breaking your thoughts, your face does indeed, pull out. Great. You lift your hands to your face, feeling every change, until - pressure yet again. Deep breaths.. You won't let the donkey win.. Your hands become numb and your fingernails become a solid black.
Surprise.
"Oh shi-EIAAawhh.. Damn." Deep breaths. It's all okay. Just don-
"AHhh...... Ah... Ah...."
A sneeze. Damn. Oh well, what could happen anyway. Another thing to add to the pile anyways.
"AH-AWH!"
And with that sneeze, all your head hair fell off, except for the hair directly in the middle, inbetween those donkey ears. Sh*t.
You slump over, sleep stealing you away, the Moon forbidding you to witness the rest.