You wake up. Looking around before sitting, you see you're in a bathroom. You raise an arm to rub the grogginess out of your eyea, when a cold BLOCK seems to hit you in the face.
A hoove.
"Oh my- OH MY GO-Ah-Ah-ah-EHAW," Your body trembling with each sight, "AWH-AUgh! WH-WHAUgh-WHY WHE-AWH!"
You stand up, the clopping sound echoing the bathroom, a moan letting itself out.
Your feet are now hooves, and you look at yourself in the mirror, like a donkey with nearly no fur. A donkeys head with no fur. The sight is maddening, throwing you to the ground like an animal, screaming. You're on all fours, stomping the ground with your front hooves and your tail lifts up, putting a stop to it.
The genie shows up, looking at you. Then he smiles a sick smile and is gone again.
You feel a need to push, and you do, feeling relieved, brays escaping your lips. You stand up and look behind you, a big pile of crap sitting there. The genie shows up again.
"Bit uncomfortable here, aren't you? Let's take you somewhere familiar."