Yasmin was shaking, she was so nervous. Suddenly it was all becoming real. She headed into the doctor's office
where the transformation would take place.
"Remove your clothes, please," the doctor said. Yasmin was taken aback by his curtness. He had to do this a
lot, she supposed, and Yasmin was just one of the many girls he'd be making into animals today.
Yasmin tentatively removed her top and leggings, before pulling off her panties and unclipping her bra. She
stood naked, shivering slightly in the cold, wall-tiled room. Her clothing was placed into a bag, and a tag
was placed around her neck indicating her new species.
"Don't be so nervous," a kindly nurse said as she attached Yasmin's collar. "It'll be okay. Being a pig is
nice, it's a simple life. My daughter was made into a pig."
"My sister was, too," Yasmin spluttered, a tension remaining in her voice. "I'm kinda hoping I'll see her
again."
The nurse smiled, not wanting to dampen Yasmin's hope, and led her out of the room and down another corridor.
In the next room, the doctor commanded she get down on her hands and knees, and Yasmin responded in kind. The
sharp pain of the needle piercing her backside sent a chill down her spine, the serum entering her bloodstream
and initiating her change of species.
Yasmin tingled all over, a truly overwhelming feeling that spread to her face in a way that made her feel
light-headed. Her skin was changing, she noticed. It was thickening, its surface becoming coarser, bristled
hairs emerging where previously she waxed. Yasmin was gaining weight, her pert human breasts losing form as
two rows of nipples emerged from her torso. She could feel her hands changing, her fingers thickening and
merging at the base. Pig trotters. Yasmin would be looking down at these things for the rest of her life.
By this point, her fears and concerns were only increasing. Yasmin didn't want this. She didn't want to be a
pig. She wanted to be a human girl. Maybe she could make a run for it? But it was too late. Her teeth were
already falling into her lower jaw, and she spat them out onto the tiled flooring, the nurse cleaning them up
after her. She could feel a new appendage poking from above her rear - her corkscrew tail. "I don't want
this!" Yasmin tried to exclaim, but it only came out in the form of squeals. Yasmin was half-girl, half-pig,
and worse was yet to come.
"We've got a lot to get through today," the doctor said. "We better just load them onto the truck. They're
still transforming, but it doesn't really matter. They'll all end up the same way in the end."