Suddenly Yasmin awoke with a start. She must have fallen asleep, despite all, after the stress of the transformation. Outside it was pitch dark and around her all conversation had died down. Most pigs were sleeping or anxiously following their own thoughts. Yasmin also drifted off into visions of her future life. After her sister had been called of and transformed she had developped an almost manic interest in pigs and the truth about pig production and she knew it all. She knew of the crowded pens, the horrors of tail docking and castration and the gruesome world inside slaughterhouses. She also knew that becoming a breeding sow would only delay the unevitable. After a few pregnancies, mostly after three or four years, sows were considered two old and 'culled' which meant nothing else but slaughtered and turned into minced meat and the like. She also knew, and here she almost had to smile, that no sex of any ordinary kind awaited those destined for the breeding sty. The boars were jerked off by hand and their semen split into little portions which were pressed into the sows using a plastic rod. With these dull thoughts she fell asleep once more, faintly noticing the increasing smell of pig odour.
When she woke up next it was because the truck had stopped. Through the ventilation slights she and the other youths on the truck, now all full-fledged pigs, could see a huge industrial farm operation. At that moment the truck reversed towards one of the stys and when it had reached its final position its reear down slowly slid down to form a ramp. A burly, middle-aged men stepped up and upon seeing the pigs exclaimed to a younger man which followed upon his heels: "Now look at this, son. Again a complete mess. All breeds and sexes mixed up, completely unprepared, no ear tags, no tails docked, not even castrated yet. Get them into the reception area and have José and Manuél help you." "Any special wishes or all just for meat, Pa?", prelied the other. "No, not all. You know I had to take out some of the sows last week. They were all from this experimental group where they tried to tranform younger girls, before puberty. Did not work out well, I guess it was the stress. Anyway, they didn't breed well so now they are gone for the better. Almost felt sorry for them. So we need six or seven of these healthier specimens to fill the empty spots. The rest of the girls and the boys go to fattening. But don't forget to castrate them. Otherwise - usual procedure, film and all."
With that the two started herding the pigs down into a large room with a slatted floor. Yasmin was still shocked at what she had heard but at least she might have some chance of delaying her end a bit. The confident young boy of yesterday, no a healthy young pig, looked less convinced at tghe prospect of losing his male pride soon. A sudden rash of water tore them all from their daaydreams however as the young man and the Mexicans started hosing them down. The young man turned to them and said: "Now, welcome to our farm. Please believe me I am not in any way a fan of the programme you're in but it's our business and that's how it is. Anyway, we'll treat you good and to give you an impression of it all here is a little film about the pig business." With that he turned on a beamer in one corner of the barn and a movie screen in the other flickered to life.