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The Blessed Curse

The mind begins to play tricks, one moment you abhor what you will become, while seconds later the sensual sensations tell of a life changed. Your frail human form will fade, becoming stout of bone, exceptionally strong of muscle, blessed with a host of raw and new sensations.

It is your contemplating of these new and raw sensations, this makes the mind imagine, as that governing organ in your groin suggests to a higher level of sensual life to come.

Day dreaming removes all fear as the degrading abomination continues to turn human into Jackass.

Fantasy images abound, you close your eyes and just calmly watch the show. The sensations of hands becoming hoofs, wrists and arms as forelegs, and the spreading pelt of donkey fur all melds into a wondrous dreaming of what you expect life as a donkey is like.

One of those screaming pain jolts the mind and self to reality. This time it is your skull, growing and gaining mass, as eyes are tugged farther apart, nose and mouth merge, but the worst is the agony felt as those bestial sized teeth push your human molders up and out .

Having felt a tooth ache a couple times in the past, this is 32 toothaches all coming at once, lasting for hours, and reminding you of how a blessing can quickly become a curse.

When these wild pains subside the sense of blessed peace and the tranquility you think will happen in animal life and form returns, you sigh in relief.

Your comforting sigh is not as those common to humans as with the drastic changes encompassing your skull, the vocal cords changed. Sighing to the relief comes forth as a soft “Haw.” The sound of this shakes you alert and it is a personal revelation.

A sudden sense of fear and apprehension turns the calm delight and sigh into a quick deep breathing inhale, “Hee!”

Hearing your breath in make a ragged “Hee” sound, you try to clear your throat and exhale, resounding out your other Jackass statement of animal existence, your “Haw.” Frantic anxiety rushes in and like some young colt trying out his vocal ability, you hacking and couching scream, “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw,” and so one for more than an hour. It is as much a learning time, when you as what were human, acknowledges your transition to Equine and Asinine.


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