A few hours out in the field with the other (other!) pigs hasn't been nearly enough time for Molly to sort out what has happened to her. Yesterday she was herself, a typical young woman in her early thirties. Then, after a barely remembered abduction and radical surgery, she was a four-legged human/swine monstrosity. She was moving, eating, drinking, oinking, squealing, breathing... living... as a pig!

Yet she still had her human brain... her human memories, and enough of her human face to recognize herself! How was she to live this way? Was there any way back? Or would she live out her days on this farm as a pig?

A good look at the state of her transformation seemed to indicate the latter. Already her body was beginning to dictate her feelings. Every moment that went by, she had the urge to do something swinish, and her human self was less and less able to fight it.
In a week or two... a month, tops... her piggy instincts would be completely in charge, and her human identity would just be along for the ride.