"You thought you would be transformed into a donkey quicker than this?" the old woman sighs. "So impatient, these young ones. Not like the good old days... You
had to EARN your transformation back then. Only the laziest and most ill-behaved boys got to be donkeys then. What have YOU done to deserve to be a
donkey?"
"Shut your mouth, you old hag!" you reply. "Earn? I don't have to earn nothing!"
"Now THAT's the attitude!" the old woman smiles, nodding approvingly. "Keep that up, and you'll be a donkey yet!"
"You ain't heard nuthin' yet, grandmaw! Turn me into a donkey, and do it now! Don't be messin' with me... with meeee... with meehaw! Eehaw! EEEEhaw!"
To your gratification, you find your voice gone, replaced with the robust bray of a donkey. You can feel your ears gain mass and height, wobbling higher and
higher. Your skin itches as the millions of hairs on your skin lengthen and coarsen. Your fists, which you have been banging on the counter, cramp and contract and
start to ache, as do your feet. You pull off your shoes as your feet turn into hooves and you wobble, still upright.
"The clothes, too," the old woman encourages. "Take them off while you still have fingers." This seems like good advice, as your fingers are growing stubby and
increasingly clumsy. You feel a pressure behind you as you unbuckle your pants, and as you lower them, you release a nascent donkey tail which rapidly lengthens
and thickens. You feel a pain in your back, and you can no longer stand upright, and fall to all fours as the changes continue. Your vision alters as you see your
nose swell out into a muzzle.
Finally, the change is complete. You are a donkey. You bray your thanks to the old woman.
"Don't mention it," she said chuckling. "I take it you are satisfied, then?" You nod agreement. "So, then, how were you planning on paying?" You stand stock-still.
You have to PAY? How?
The old woman comes out of the booth and searches through your clothing. She finds nothing of value. Her demeanor changes from benign to threatening. "You
would cheat an old woman of an honest wage for your pleasure? You ARE a jackass, aren't you?" She waves her hands at you. "There, donkey. Before, you
could have changed back. Now, you are a donkey FOREVER."
Suddenly, that doesn't sound like such a good idea.
The old woman gestures again, this time toward the shadows. You see shadowy figures there. As they move your way, you can see they carry a whip and a
harness. "Meet my 'collection agency," she says. "I'm seizing your ASS-ets to pay your debt."