Don't eat the food the fae offer you keeps running through her head, because if anything, this place reminds her of the Seelie realm. Real enough but off. But she can only go so long without eating, and there's something to be said for the siren song of bacon. She doesn't trust the restaurants just yet, mostly because they don't seem used to one small woman ordering so much food and eating it all herself, so she goes shopping, buying whatever catches her eyes, and yeah. It's a lot of pork. Pork wrapped in bacon topped with more bacon, and it's all on sale, so, at least there's that. Not that it would have cost her anything anyway, but a deal's still a deal, right?

It takes three days for the tail to show up, easily hidden beneath her tight pants at first and then unbearable, so she switches back to skirts. It's another day before her nose transforms, and she'd think it was cute if it wasn't, you know, on her face. The panic begins to set in when yet another day later, there are ears. So she turns to her fellow Sleepers for help.

While she can.

a. “Can you see this? On my face? Is this normal here?”

b. The full pigness. Feel free to assume a previous a. conversation or not! She may or may not be able to speak still, depending on how we want to play this.

c. If/When healed from the piggening, she can be the one to help someone else! If you can withstand her singing.

a. Spinning Wheels

There's a tale in the back of her mind, a princess pricking her finger on a needle like an idiot and taking a nap, and Izzy can remember vividly how she never understood how it could have sounded like a good idea, how she couldn't have seen through that magical pull. It was even less realistic than being happy a kiss from a stranger woke you up.

But here she is, manicured finger outstretched, just meaning to carefully test the tip of the spindle, and clearly misjudging her own strength, as it not only pricks, but she bleeds. She shoves her finger in her mouth automatically, casting a glance around to make sure no one saw her.

b. Mirrors

As vain as she is known to be, Isabelle still finds the abundance of mirrors a little unsettling, not to mention the fact that there are more in her house than she remembers. More reminders that she shouldn't get comfortable. But there doesn't seem to be anything sinister about them, no alterations when she looks in them, and she breathes a sigh. Maybe it's supposed to be some sort of introspective exercise. Maybe the fact that she's settled on that says more about her than she'd like.

So she pushes the mirrors from her mind and heads out for a run, or to go shopping, or to see if what she's heard about this forest is true...

[Feel free to find Izzy all about town, assumed CR is absolutely fine for some of these, or at least a passing acquaintance if we'd like to skip the awkward introductions. Unless that is your jam and we can have total strangers singing to each other's pig selves, because I'm here for it if you are!

You can catch me at Isonen or PM this journal if you'd like to discuss things first!

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