Gary was, understandably, fairly shocked at first. The pleasure of his time with Melissa was just enough to stop him from getting angry, although he wasn't too pleased.
"So I'm a pig now? And there's nothing I can do to change that?"
"I'm afraid not," Melissa replied, "You should have thought twice before coming back here with me. I mean, look at me!" She held up her hooved forearms.
"And do you get paid for this?" Gary asked innocently.
"In a way," she replied.
Gary was sheepish. "Do you want to do something? You could show me the ropes, you know, of being a pig."
A pang of guilt hit Melissa. However, she realised that there we no decisions involved in this- all the decisions had been made for her. "Let's go down to the restaurant."
"Great, I'm so hungry. I guess that's something I'll have to get used to," Gary quipped. "What's for dinner?"
"You," Melissa muttered under her breath as they left the room. "With a side of potatoes and mixed salad".
***
Melissa and Gary waited outside the kitchen. "Do you know the chef?" He asked.
"I do."
"Listen, I'm sorry if I'm annoying you. But I didn't realise this was going to be the situation. I appreciate you spending this time with me," he said.
The guilt was too much. Melissa couldn't do this to this guy. What was she thinking? She had betrayed her boyfriend in an act of madness and was now about to condemn another innocent guy to a delicious doom. But how could she get out of it?
The door to the kitchen opened. "Ah, fantastic!"