You get out of bed with some difficulty-- you're not used to carrying so much weight
so it takes a couple of tries but you rock yourself back and forth and manage to use
your momentum to get yourself upright. You gingerly make your way on your newly
cloven hooved feet to the dresser by the wall and examine your reflection in the
mirror. You now resemble nothing so much as a male version of the pig woman you
so recently were so recently repulsed by. Your deep set dark eyes blink with
astonishment over your glistening snout, which is flanked by an intimidating looking
pair of sharp yellow tusks. Your naked body is hugely obese, though you can tell
there are muscles beneath the rolls of fat somewhere. You're going to have to catch
up with Rose and get her to undo whatever it is she did to you. But your eyes drift
lower to the sheath and pair of orange-sized testicles that now hangs beneath your
huge pink belly. You may be a pig, but there's no way you're going outside looking
like <i>that</i>. You've got to find something to wear...