"And, action!" The director shouts as they resume the play from where they left off.
Naomi pauses, still uncomfortable with her new canine form, but forces herself onwards. Her tail begins to wag in a distracting way.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in!" She barks at the wooden prop that forms the pig's house.
"Not by the glow of my moisturised skin!" Jen returns. The other pigs, who are less convincing pigs with costumes that look like skimpy Halloween outfits, act onwards but are somewhat distracted by Jen's authenticity.
"She kinda smells bad," one of them said to the other. "Like a real pig."
Jen gives her an evil glare and returns to the performance.
Naomi however is feeling the pressure of growing instinctual urges...