“Oh mighty Circe, goddess of transformation and the animal’s form, I pray to thee. I yearn for the pleasures of climax, which I have frustratingly not found in lovemaking as a woman. I come to you in this barn, this place of your power, to beseech you for the life-changing ecstasies of the animal most sacred to you – the lowly pig. I freely offer my humanity and fertility to you, along with my obedience and service, if you will bestow upon me the frequent, long-lasting, earth-shaking orgasms of a sow. Hear my request, oh mighty Circe! I am yours to use, to reshape! I offer myself, not as a woman, but as a beast! Your fat, submissive, sexually satisfied pig! Just grant my wish, and I give all I am or ever will be to you! I want to be your obedient and happy broodsow, swelling with your piglets, forevermore!”