NO!... but a little look in the fridge won't hurt.

Texas stood in the kitchen, eyes fixed on the fridge. Mouth watering and stomach angrily yelling as it demands more within it. With a few blinks, she shakes her head snapping out of her trance. "This aint you Tex!" She looks down at the mamouth of a horses body she found herself within "Quite literally, Gold springs needs tha' great sherif texas! Not another slob with bad hygine." She stated out loud as she began to storm through the kitchen. She was gonna leave this house, get to gold springs, and sort out this whole stinking mess. Her tummy let out a quite, almost disapointed growl as she walked towards the kitchens exit.

"VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV- HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
as soon as she walked past it, the fridge began to buzz extra loudly. The sound broke the Wrong-bodied weasels train of thought was shattered in an instance. she stopped her heavy march to the door, and looked back at the white rectagle.

Her mind went racing at tge delectable cobtents inside, and again her mind seemed to cloud over with the hungry horniness that eroded her will. Her hand gripped onto the fridge handle, and had a second of hesitation. "Just a peak, then we move!" She stated before biting her lip and opening the door.

Within, was a slobs paradise. A huge plate of encheladas that radiated a high fat count, several stacks of beer cans, a army of whipped cream bottles, a small collection of egg fried rice, and to top it off a chocolate cake the size of small child that had been utterly smothered with fudge icing.

Texas went weak in the knees at the sight.