You make it through another couple of tents you almost there but were forced to stop as another patrol of thugs made its way through the empty allies. You found an empty hot-dog parlor to hide in till they pass but you could no longer ignore the transformation making its way towards you lower legs. Your feet were throbbing as they began the same transformation as your hands, your twos elongated and fused into two stubby versions of their old selves your feet painfully stretch and elongated as your shins shortened your body was now more appropriate for a quadrupedal stance. Your nose also began to become more pig like, you felt your nostrils inflate and pulled upwards becoming more flat and wide. You tried your best to keep quiet but your transformation into a pig was increasingly becoming noisier, pained moans, ripping clothes now attracted one of the thugs towards your direction. Desperately you try to find a way out and see a back door leading to outside the parlor. You attempted to get up and bolt for the door but your far too pig like to move like a humane now but still too human to move like a real pig, you merely stumble around on all fours when. You hear the heavy footsteps of the guard enter the parlor it was only a matter of time till he found you, the door was your only option but thankfully you gently made it without him knowing all you had to do now was grasp the handle pull gently and skip over to the gypsy woman who should just be a few more tent further. You reach your mutated hoof-hand to the handle when……