"... a pig."
"Oh!" Mr Jones said, a gleam in his eye. "I had no idea! Well, you are far from alone. My own niece became a
sow two months ago, and I imagine she is having a marvelous time."
Becky felt deeply uncomfortable discussing her upcoming transformation, and the meat shop was certainly not
the place to be confronting it. She shifted awkwardly and headed for the door. As she did so, a pig's head
almost seemed to give Becky a menacing glare as she hurried back out onto the street.
***
Becky felt no less trepidation when the day finally came. As she waited in the female doctor's office in only
a cheap gown, waiting to be transformed, she was treated with some unexpected news.
"You won't be transformed into a pig today," the doctor said, reading through a document. A wave of relief
came over Becky. Would she be spared?
"You will be given a new, experimental formula designed to transform you into a pig at a slower and more
gradual rate, across probably a few months", she explained. "This is so we can document the mental changes of
transformees better - you won't lose your ability to speak until the very end of the process."
Becky's heart sank. So she would still be a pig after all. At least she would enjoy her basic human form for
slightly longer, she reasoned... but the truth was, the harsh life of a pig was no place for a conscious
human, as Becky would soon find out.