Jen had to knock on the door to her own house--the trotters at the end of her wrists refused to grasp the
doorknob.
Her mother answered the door, and pursed her lips, disappointed. "Oh, now look at you." She said. "I bet
you wish you could go to school tomorrow, too."
"Yes!" Jen said, wanting to go to school even more than the days of cheerleader tryouts. "I'm a girl! Girls
go--"
"Oh, Jen, Jen, Jen." She ran her hand through her daughter's hair, tenderly, and then grabbed hold of one
floppy pig's ear. "No you aren't. And no you won't." And then she started to walk away, ear still in tow.
"Ah! Aaah!" Jen yelled, pawing at her mother's arm with thick, black trotters to no avail.
"Now your father and I have talked." She said, calmly, dragging her daughter through the house. "And we
think maybe we've been a little permissive with this. And you just haven't quite accepted it."
Jen's flailing left a deep red scratch on her mother's arm, to which she turned and slapped her daughter
across the snout.
"Look what you did, sweetie." She said, gently chastising. "This is why you can't stay in the house
anymore."
"But my room!"
"Well, after we scrub the pig-smell out of everything, we'll probably give most of it to goodwill." The
towing continued, until they had marched through the house into the backyard. "You won't be needing it, of
course."
There was a pen there, with a sturdy fence and a trough. "Now look what we've got set up for you." She said.
"With all the trouble we went to, we might just need to get another little piglet after this week is over."
"No. No!" Jen's voice took on a decidedly porcine shriek as she screamed.
"Don't fight it." Her mother said, even as her daughter struggled.
"Hehh." She laughed, even as Jen was pushed further and further into the open gate of the pen. "You've
gotten heavy! We're feeding...you...right!"
There was a grunt, a tumble, a tear of fabric, and Jen found herself sprawled onto her side in the dirt. It
took a second more for her head to clear, and realize she was completely naked.
"My clothes!"
"It's not like they were fitting you anymore." Her mother said. "Besides, only people wear clothes."
She curled up, trying to cover herself. There was a small shed there, and she scooted her bare butt across the
dirt into a little privacy.
"Get over it, honey." Her mother called to her. "I'll be back with your supper in just a moment."
There was a mirror there--now, there was a mirror, when she least wanted one. Her face was entirely a pig's,
her eyes beady and dark and wide-set, her snout wet and snuffling, her slack-jawed sorrow baring sharp tusks.
Her hands and feet were entirely a pig's. She couldn't even ball her fists in frustration, and she could see
and feel where the bones in her arms and legs were shrinking and compressing--it was less than an inch for
now, she was sure, but how many days or hours would it be until she couldn't stand on two legs anymore?
She had tried not to notice her torso. Two days ago, she'd been one of the sexiest girls in school. Now she
had no waist, the curve of her bosom now looked more like pointed animal teats, and tiny little dots had
stared to appear down her burgeoning gut where more would follow.
She looked a bit like Miss Piggy, in horrifically realistic detail.
A wet, messy sound announced the dumping of slops in the food trough.
"SoooEEE!" Her mother called. "Come on, dinner's ready!"
Jennifer didn't move.
"Jen, come on." Her mother said, insistently. "Don't make me come in there."
Jen didn't know what her mother could do to make things worse at this point, but the tone of her voice still
said not to test her.
Slowly, sadly, the pig-girl emerged, hunched over as much as she could to hide her nudity. The trough was
full of meat, bones, fat, cheese, and unused bits of vegetable. "Good. Now eat up."
"Mamaaa!"
Once more, Jen's mother grabbed her daughter by the ear, and this time forced her downward, face-first into
the slops.
"Mrrffffmmm!"
"Eat up!" Her mother chimed, holding Jen face-first into the trough. "Eat up, you need to be fatter."
With no other option, Jen began to eat, her powerful jaws tearing through everything in front of her.
"Good, good. That's a good pig." Her mother said, petting her daughter's hair as a clump of it fell out.
"Now, I'll be back in a few minutes. Your plate had better be clean, young lady." And with that, she rose,
and began to return to the house.
"But--!"
Mother turned, and fixed her daughter with a cool, cruel, and expectant look. Defeated, the former cheeleader
turned her gaze back to her dinner.
Jen's mother resumed walking.
Jen sobbed between bites, snorting. It was a bit of a miracle that she could talk at all, with her hog's jaw,
but the words were starting to get harder to form. Soon she wouldn't be able to say anything at all.
And it was all because of Kyle, because he'd called up and told her...
He'd said...
"Mama! Mama!" She said, calling out as her mother walked away. She didn't turn around.
"Transform or dare, mama!" She said, her voice cracking into a shrill squeal.
"TRANSFORM OR DARE!"