You watch her intently, hands trembling, pulse quickening as she gasps sharply. Is it pain? Is it shock? They told you it would be painless, didn't they? What if they were wrong? What if you heard them wrong?
But now isn't the time to think about that. Your girlfriend is mutating in front of you! You being your attention back to her and notice the apparent cause behind her gasp - her ears are widening, thinning out as the cartelidge inside slowly dissolves. You glance down at her hands and notice the fingers shortening as the hand grows wider.
"Honey?" you ask, fear pumping adrenaline through your bloodstream, "are you alright?"
"I... I..." she answers, and her voice sounds odd to you - rougher, scratchier, it's her own voice sounding more and more like a pig's squeal.