The Headmistress has been reading my journals and seeing how much I love her donkey transformations, love braying for heehaw her heehaw and heehaw have my ears touches and tail pulled... so relaxing and arousing and so good.

People maybe think being a donkey is for naughty boys and girls heehaw heehaw but she heehaw made me such a complete donkey last night. I could lay down in the straw heehaw in heehaw heehaw her barn and heehaw see what a donkey I was in theehaw mirror she gave me heehaw heehaw! Good girls can be good donkeys too, heehaw! And it's so good to chew on my hay and heehaw and feel heehaw her play with my ears and pat my nose and smell the rain.

I loved letting everyone see heehaw me heehaw see how there was nothing left of my humanity heehaw. Letting them see what a good donkey I was. What a good jennet for the Headmistress. What a good ass heehaw heehaw. She even heehaw heehaw let heehaw another donkeehaw heehaw cover me heehaw for being such a good heehaw heehaw jennet heehaw. Heehaw heehaw heehaw! Heehaw!

That rain I smelled eventually made me lose power, which ended my transformation via my safeties. I realized that I had also gotten pretty sleepy from being so relaxed, laying there in the barn for her. So I whispered the trigger the Headmistress gave me and fell asleep to a wonderfully restful night of donkey dreams.

Thank you so much, Headmistress, for helping me explore this even further!