[ robin only dimly registers clarisse’s fear — she’s too busy being horrified herself. there’s a crunch of bone as robin’s limbs start shortening, and she slides forward, leaning against the counter, unable to support herself sitting up anymore. robin tries to speak, tries to scream, try to do something —
but all she can do is squeal.
a tail pops through the back of her pants. robin’s transformation is complete — she’s a medium-sized pig in the remains of a chintzy sailor suit. ]
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but all she can do is squeal.
a tail pops through the back of her pants. robin’s transformation is complete — she’s a medium-sized pig in the remains of a chintzy sailor suit. ]