Pig Headed - a bizarro short story

 Once upon a time, in a world that was not quite like ours, there was a man named Bob. Bob was a simple man, with simple tastes and a simple job. He worked as a clerk at a convenience store, stocking shelves and ringing up customers. But one day, everything changed.

Bob was on his lunch break, sitting on a park bench and eating a sandwich, when he saw a strange creature walking down the street. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It had the body of a man, but the head of a pig. Bob rubbed his eyes, thinking it must be a hallucination, but when he opened them again, the pig-headed man was still there.

Without hesitation, Bob got up and followed the creature. He followed it down the street, through alleys, and over bridges, until they came to a door that led underground. The pig-headed man opened the door and gestured for Bob to follow him. Bob hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the creature down into the depths of the earth.

Bob found himself in a vast underground cavern, lit by a strange green light. The pig-headed man led him through the cavern, and as they walked, Bob saw all manner of strange and bizarre creatures. There were people with the heads of dogs, cats, and birds, as well as creatures that were like nothing he had ever seen before. They were all going about their business, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

As they walked, the pig-headed man introduced Bob to the other creatures, and Bob soon found that they were all quite friendly. They welcomed him to their underground world, and Bob realized that he had found a new home. He quit his job at the convenience store, and soon he too had the head of a pig, and he was happy.

Years went by, and Bob became a respected member of the underground community. He learned the ways of the pig-headed people and the other bizarre creatures, and he even found love in the form of a woman with the head of a snake. They had pig-headed children, and Bob couldn't be happier.

But one day, something strange happened. Bob woke up to find that he was back in the park, on the bench where he had first met the pig-headed man. It was all just a dream, or so he thought. But as he looked down at his hands, he saw that they were now hooves, and he knew that it had not been a dream at all. He had truly found his new home, and he knew that he would never be the same again.