Adam woke up grumpy. This bed was terrible and small. Go got up and lamented the fact that his new set of clothes weren't waiting for him clean and founded. Instead, his old clothes lay just where he'd tossed them last night before bed. When was he going to get his life back?
He stepped into the tiny bathroom and turned on the shower. There was barely any hot water, and the water pressure and temperature changed spermatically. He scrubbed himself clean with soap and scrub, or at least as clean as one could get in this filthy place. His father was no doubt out tending to those beasts in the pens out back. Or so he'd thought. The door slammed open without warning, and Adam's father, Henry, barged in. Adam streaked and tried to cover himself up with the shower curtain.
“What are you doing! Get out! Get out! Don't look!” But his father didn't listen. Instead, the man grabbed the temperature nodule and turned it all the way to cold. Adam screamed as the freezing water covered him. He tried to escape, but his father pushed him back into the tub where Adam fell over, sputtering in the icy water.
The water turned off, and Adam barely managed to regain his breath, before his father grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and draged him naked, shivering and dripping out into the hallway and down the stairs to the front door.
“No! Stop! Dad! I'm not dressed!” He was dragged outside into broad daylight. There were of course no one here to see his nude state, but Adam had never been naked outside a bathroom before. It was far too embarrassing to even think of.
He was dragged kicking and screaming and complaining all the way to the pig pens. A hard shove sent him splattering head first over the fens and into the mud. Adam spit and tried to wipe the muck off his naked body. Ew! Ew! Ew! This was disgusting!
“What's the meaning of...” he began to demand, looking back at his father, but a whip snapped sharply and very loudly onto his exposed butt. He cried out and began to protest again, but was hit a second time.
“Pigs don't talk,” his father ordered.
“What!? Now look here...Aw!” the whip sang through the air, hitting him right under a nipple.
“Stop! Plea...” Again a whip.
“Pigs don't talk,” his father repeated. Whimpering, Adam kept his mouth sealed. Yet the whip fell again.
“Pigs make pig noises,” his father said. Blushing from head to tow, Adam forced the noises out.
“Oink.... Oink....” Another whip.
“Like you mean it.”
“Oink! Oink! Sqweeee! Oink!” Adam did his best imitation of a pig. His father finally looked satisfied.
“Good. Keep it up. You're a pig now. Remember that. And I've installed several hidden cameras and microphones around the farm. So make sure you stay remember what you are and maybe I won't punish you as hard.
Adam looked up at his father in horror. The satisfied expression on his father's face steadily grew darker. He raised his whip again, and Adam remembered his place.
“Oink! Oink!” His father nodded and went back inside. Adam trembled, not knowing what to do or think. Other pigs began to gather around him now, curious. Just in case, Adam kept up his pig noises every minute or so. This was all so filthy and disgusting! He wasn't a pig! He couldn't stay like this!