Mary soon felt a tingling just above her shoulder blades. Her wings she knew. Shimmering, translucent wings emerge from Mary's back. They sprout and grow to nearly four feet in length. Mary can feel her wings, flexing them experimentally, Mary can easily move them. It was just like having another pair of arms. It felt so natural.
Mary glided in a somewhat faerie manner over to a mirror over her hall table. In shock, Mary looked at her reflection. She had grown faerie wings. Wonderfully gossamer faerie wings. But nothing else had changed. She was still a five and a half foot pig with a cow's udder, and now a pair of dainty wings. Mary did admit to herself she did look quite comical.
But this wasn't what she wanted or needed. Mary fluidly went back over to the box of vials to fix herself.