Betty's heart surged with joy as she felt sensation restored to her body. The fact that the transformation was painful was secondary to the fact that she could now feel. She rubbed her hands, which seemed to be growing larger, over her skin, which seemed to be growing rougher.
She stood up, nearly weeping with happiness at being able to accomplish this simple task. Her head seemed quite a bit closer to the ceiling than it had been before her accident.
She felt her mind changing. She wasn't losing her intelligence, but she was becoming a person who used it for dealing with immediate problems rather than making fine distinctions and worrying about long-term implications. The new Betty was a person who lived in the moment, and that was just fine with her.
There were no mirrors in Betty's room--the old Betty did not have the desire to be reminded of her condition. She walked--walked!--to the bathroom, and in its mirror saw an astounding sight--a woman about six and a half feet tall, with brown, warty skin like a toad's and a wide mouth with sharp teeth and pointy ears coming from the top of her head and a single horn jutting from her forehead. She knew that most people would find her grotesque, but she didn't care--she was an ogre girl, and she looked just like a proper ogre girl should look.