Wendy blanched as much as her darkened skin would allow. "Ty, you wouldn't do anything to me, would you?"
Ty was fuming, "I left my foster family as a mouse, a cat and an elephant three months ago," he pointed out. "By now, they're pets or zoo exhibits, if they're lucky." His eyes flashed in anger, and Wendy screamed.
Her screamed turned into a squeal as she tried to run, but found herself falling to all fours. Her gorgeous, made to order body had been replaced with a bristled sows. She squealed again, but tried to make herself understood to Ty that she was sorry.
"Too late for that, Wendy," he said with a sneer. "I'm done with people treating me as a doormat. I'll leave you here on the island, alone, to dig for roots or rotten coconuts. There aren't any pigs here, so you won't destroy the balance of this place but breeding." He smiled, "And who knows, if some shipwrecked sailor washes ashore, you can make him a fine companion, or a fine dinner. Your choice."
Wendy squealed again as Ty theatrically snapped his fingers and abandoned her to the island.