You walk through the door of the seemingly normal building you drove up to. As soon as you open the door, you notice the way ahead of you looks like something out of a fairytale storybook, some sort of damp, dark hall made of cobblestones and lit by torches. You're shocked for a moment, but you shrug. Special effects technology has come a long way, after all.
Eventually you stumble upon a large wooden door. It takes a bit more time and effort for you to pull it loose than you'd expected, but slowly but surely it gives way. Shutting the door behind you as you walk into the new, more brightly lit room, you see a man in a cloak sitting a desk, his face oddly porcine. You're surprised, but not too phased, it's not as if you'd never seen a person in as mask before. As the man motions to the chair in front of his desk, you take your seat, trying to appear calm but confident as you have been in past interviews.
"Hmm...not a bad resume. All fast food and customer service. Nothing lofty, but serviceable, I can work with that. " You suddenly feel very relieved as the pig man rasps all that out. It's a good thing his standards don't seem any higher than the online ad was suggesting.
"Well then, let's not waste anytime. Welcome aboard." The man says as he firmly shakes your hand. Suddenly you feel a warmth, and your body seems to shift. Your muscles and athletic frame from exercising expand and round out, almost threatening to tear up your clothes. Luckily your shirt and pants shift into a short blue dress made of light cloth, lightly belted around your plumping figure. The warmth you feel grows as grey fur starts to sprout all over your body, and as claws pop from your fingers and toes you feel feminine breasts fill your bodice and your unmentionables sink inside themselves under your skirt. You let out a howl as your ears point and your face pushes into a fanged muzzle, instinctively summoning a boomerang into your best hand. You begin to suspect that the situation is much less fake than you'd thought, but you don't care much. It's nice to have a purpose again for the first time in months.
The pig man waves you towards a door across the room and calmly gives some advice. "Just keep your eyes open and follow your gut and you should be fine. Use your body as a shield if you have to, we can just put you back together in the usual jar later." You nod happily and loyally, now a fierce chubby boomerang throwing dog girl, walking off to your first tour of duty and hoping you can face your first hero soon.