Jen was really struggling now. She had lost all of her womanly tone, her thighs thick and flab pressing against
the edges of her clothing. In truth, her polyester outfit was much too hot for her thick skin, but she couldn't
go into school naked... not yet, anyway.
She came into school a hot, tired mess. The night had been tough, her skin crawling as thick bristles grew out,
her head writhing in discomfort as new appendages - ears, snout, and teeth - accustomed themselves to her still-
human skeleton. On all fours, she might reasonably be mistaken for a pig in a blonde, human wig.
She thought the main problem would be the shame - which she felt to incredible levels - but in reality, everyone
seemed accustomed to her changes, as if it were natural. By the afternoon, her hands had morphed into trotters
to such a degree that she couldn't hold a pen. This would be her last day at school, she realised.
Jen trotted home feeling her lowest... but her parents were about to make it that much worse.