As Ediara was down on all fours, face deep down in the leftover lasagna, she wasn't even using her hands to scoop up the food. Using her new porcine mouth and nose, she just licks the pan and chows down on chunks of lasagna, chewing with her mouth wide open. She didn't care for any proper table manners anymore, any dignity, any humanity. In fact, she didn't even want to think of herself as human anymore. She was becoming a pig after all, an animal. She used one of her hands to feel up her obese body while she still used the other to support her body and keep her upright on all fours. She felt her jiggly fat belly, her double chin, and her legs which she could barely reach if she adjusted her position a bit. But her head also started to get more itchy, she raised her hand up to her hand and felt how ever her hair was changing.
Her brown hair was usually well groomed. Thick, luscious, and always kept over her left shoulder in a curly style. But now, it was becoming more unkempt, wilder, her hair felt greasy. Thick with grime and other dirt, some of her hair hanging over her head and dangling in the lasagna. But not only that, her hair started to thin out. And as she scratched her head to relieve the itching, the more she dragged clumps of hair out. She was going bald. The more her head itched, the more she scratched and rubbed her hand over her head, taking more clumps and strands with her. More bald spots appearing until finally, once the last clump of hair was ripped from her head, she was completely bald. But she didn't care, she was an animal, and animals had no need for human hair.