223. All the Way Home
Amy decides to go for it. She pulls her brown hair out of a ponytail and fluffs it a bit so it's roughly in the same configuration as Claire Stephenson's in the portrait, then straightens her back and tries to do her best elegant lady impersonation. She sashays over to Boswell.
"Boswell, it is I, Claire Stephenson! I have returned from beyond the grave and I simply MUST see Geoffrey, post haste!"
Boswell fixes Amy with a cold stare. "You must not think me very bright, Ms. Shaw. Did you really expect me to believe that you were Mistress Claire simply because you altered your hair and adopted a ridiculous accent?"
Amy blushes bright red. "It... it was kind of stupid, wasn't it?"
Boswell nods. "Very. It just goes to show," Boswell makes a gesture with his left hand while pointing at Amy with his right, "that you can't put lipstick on a pig."
Amy feels a change all through her body. Everything around her grows tall as she falls on hands and knees. Her fingers merge together in front of her eyes, becoming hooves. Her mind starts slipping away from her...
Boswell looks down at the little pig sitting in front of him, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, a pair of little piggy boots on its rear hooves, its curly tail poking out of the seat of its jeans.
"Run along now, little pig."
Amy waddles off out of the house, searching for some mud to wallow in.
Amy is in no state to continue her adventure.