Meanwhile...
At the sound of a roosters crow Karyn awoke with the most wonderful feeling of joy spreading through her new body. From the upturned tip of her pugged snout to the pink painted nails on her plump toes, she felt like a new girl. She yawned and smacked her thickish lips and rubbed sleep from the corners of her small, piggy eyes. She blinked and looked about at her new room. Gone was her computer, trendy clothes, handsome furniture and most of her books. Instead her room seemed to be plain but neat, with lots of stuffed animals and what looked like trophys and photos mounted on her walls.
She rolled out of bed and waddled over to the window, curious to see where that rooster was. She'd have sworn that it sounded like...
"PEGGY? PEGGY-SUE? Are you up, sweetie?"
"Yeah. Ah'm up, momma." she responded in a voice and accent that sounding as country as any backwoods hick. She stopped and inspected herself in her mirror, more than a little suprised at just how normal she looked. She was very short, fat and freckled with carrot-red hair bound in two sloppy pigtails. Her face was very plain, with thick lips and jowels, bags under her small, greenish eyes and an overlarge, piglike nose. She slipped her thick glasses on and her eyes seemed to grow into buldging spheres. She blinked at the plain girl who was reflected back at her...and suddenly realized that she couldn't remember what she'd used to look like. She'd been pretty...but she just couldn't remember...
"Peggy, honey...time fer breakfast, suger."
She turned away from the mirror, the smells of bacon, sausage and eggs filling her with hunger.
An hour later, after she'd eaten breakfast (served to her by a fat, dumpy country woman who looked little like her classy, college-educated mother) she'd learned much about her new life...and discovered what her trophies were for.
For one thing, she and her parents were now ignorant country people who raised pigs for a living. She was smart, rather nerdy, and a longtime member of the 4H Club. The trophys, ribbons and pictures on her walls were for her and the prize-winning pigs she'd raised over the years. Dispite her good grades and natural intelligence she found that her love of her prize pigs "Bluebell" and "Posey" dominated everything else.
Well...almost everything. There was eating (she LOVED to eat!), and her folks...and someone called Melvin Grubbman. No face came with the name when she thought of it...but just the name Melvin made her think...of shouting it out loud as he came within her. He'd grab her lovehandles and ride her for hours. Then he'd...
Suck on her toes?
The face came to her now. Melvin was a large, pimply fellow with buck teeth and a tangle of dark hair. He was nerdy and simple...and...
She stopped in her tracks, her knees growing weak. She leaned against the post that the school bus would pick her up at and...
Melvin was sitting at the foot of her bed. Her parents were gone and she was naked. Melvin had a jar of grape jelly at his side and a knife. He dipped the knife into the jar...and painted her toes with the sticky, purple stuff...then leaned down and began to suck it off.
She swooned to her knees and groaned. Just the thought of Melvins talented tongue made her want him. Thoughts of marrage, a farm...and lots of children. She wanted to be a farm wife...she wanted to be Peggy-Sue Grubbman...she wanted to be...
The sight of the bus brought her back to reality. She suddenly realized that unless she found Jon and got him to turn her back soon, then she'd spend the rest of her life as Melvin Grubbmans fat, simple wife.
"It could be worse." the Peggy side of her mind said. "Atleast Melvin loves our toes. And he's sooooo handsome...and strong...and..."
Karyn sighed and clenched her thighs together. This was going to be harder than she'd thought. She sure hopped that Jon had the rock or remote with him, because she couldn't find either in her room.
"Melvin Grubbman..." she moaned. Her toes were tingling as she crooned his name...and the scent of grape jelly danced in her nose.
