It was a beat up old metal animal collar or bracelet. It was too big for a cock ring, and too small to.fit over his head. So it has to be bracelet. Wear only this. He grinned.
When Chad got to the fieldhouse, the key worked perfectly. He saw a light on the far side of the fieldhouse. He heard the door lock behind him as he entered.
"Hello?"
no answer, but he heard a tapping noise. He headed toward the light. There was a huge glass terrarium on a large wooden cart. The light was coming from the terrarium. A small 40lb pig was in the terrarium, and the tapping noise was fro.it's hooves on the glass floor. Weird? Chad thought.
He checked.his watch. It was only ten to four. He was early. Maybe the pig and terrarium weren't part.of his secret admirer's plan. He certainly didn't find it romantic. He did notice makeshift ramp on the side of the cart. It led up to the.open top of the terrarium. Chad glanced at the bracelet. There seemed to be faint writing under the tarnish. He rubbed it on his t-shirt, and read, "in variants corpus transmuto".
Chad repeated the phrase aloud three more times, as he put the bracelet on his wrist. It felt suddenly warm, Chad felt warm all over, then just as suddenly he felt chilled to the bone. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry. He sniffed the air, and followed his nose to gaze upon the pig in the terrarium. It was now in a panic running in circles. Chad blinked. That was weird, it seemed like he had two pair of overlapping eyelids now? Must be imagining things. So hungry. Did he eat lunch? So cold. May be he was coming down with something?