"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Jess sighs a bit as she grabs Mary's keys and the two of them head out the back door to Mary's waiting car.
"Oh, quit worrying. It'll be great. I'll even let you name one of my little pig babies... whatever you call them." Mary chuckles a bit as Jess opens the passenger door and Mary climbs in with a bit of a struggle.
"Babies? Isn't that going a bit too far now, Mary? I mean, it's one thing to want to be treated like a pig, but..." Jess tosses the box full of Mary's old fat clothes, which she had grabbed at the last minute, into the back of the car, followed by the box of vials, and then climbs into the driver seat, and finding it far too cramped for her gut, pulls the seat back to allow her more room.
"But what? I shouldn't go all the way? If I'm gonna live like a pig, might as well go all the way. Let's face it. I'm more pig than woman at this point. I've got better chances with a boar than with a man."
"I... alright... but I'll just say it now. This seems very wrong to me." Jess leans over and buckles Mary in, and then buckles herself. "Ready?"
"Very. Start 'er up and let's get outta here."
The drive is a fairly long one, about an hour. And as long as Jess doesn't look down at herself or over at Mary, it almost feels normal. They talk some small talk, even though Mary strays to talk of what she wants to do as a pig far too often for Jess's tastes. Sure, under any normal situation, the two of them wouldn't be caught dead going to a pig farm, but she's slowly accepting that nothing will ever be normal again.
"This exit," Mary says, lifting a hoof to point it out as they approach it. Jess nods her head and turns at the exit.
The place is a small farm, dominated by a big red barn and a little white house in the back. The pig pen is large, and has several pigs in it.
"Quaint," Jess says, looking over the surroundings. "Like an old-fashioned farm."
"Yeah," Mary responds. "The guy who owns it is pretty old. Set in his old ways, I guess. Oh, there he is."
The aformentioned old man is sitting on the porch, rocking on his rocking chair and smoking a pipe. Old-fashioned indeed. He stands up as Jess parks the car and gets out.
"Mighty fine pig you got there, ma'am." He says with a tip of his hat. "You comin' by t' show off 'r sumthin'?"
"Actually," Mary says as Jess unbuckles her and she steps out, "We were hoping you had room."
"Holy son of a monkey! Y... th... that pig just talked!"
"Yes, I did. Long story short, I got some magic potions in the mail and here I am."
"A... and you wanna live here."
"Both of us. But she had to drive."
"O... okay..." The old man stammers, slowly removing his straw hat. "Must admit, never thought I'd get a talkin' pig askin' fer room n' board."
"Two, actually." Mary says. "She's not a pig yet."
"Oh, two... right. Well... sure, what the hell. C'mon in. You... you wanna live in the house or with the pigs?"
"With the pigs is fine." Mary smiles a bit as she follows him towards the sty. "Preferable, actually."
"Alrighty, miss..."
"Mary. I'm Mary and this is Jess."
"Well... hello to the two a' ya. I'm Bill McCreedy. Feedin' time's once early in th' mornin' and then again in the evenin'. Plus there's plenty of snacks out for the pigs all day long."
"I guess that sounds alright. When's dinner on?" Mary asks with an eager glint in her eyes as she steps into the sty.
"Two more hours."
"Good, I'm starvin'. You coming, Jess?"
Jess stands back, unsure of whether or not she wants to do this. "I don't know," she says.
"You c'n always stay in the house with me," McCreedy says. "I could sure use the human company..."