"Starting sequencing ..on my mark ..now." The technician said. The mood in the command trailer was tense. Through the glass window, a gurney stood in the white room alone except for the large reflective mirror angled downward. At first glance the gurney looked empty but another look shows a small object lying in the center under the mirror.
"Begin the fill, load sequencing algorithms and turn on the auxiliary battery." Dr. Craig Jackson said.
"Cindy, can you hear me?" he said into the microphone.
"Yes, it's getting hot in here" the high pitched almost Mickey Mouse like voice responded.
"I know, we're close to making a final run, we just need to increase the power. The binders that hold you in your current state require tremendous amounts of energy. In the lab tests, we have been able to break the binders in about 75% of the test cases."
"I am aware of the risks" The squeaky voice replied. "I need this."
"I know Cindy, we'll see you on the other side." He said and turned off the microphone.
"Testing on humans are we Dr.?" A voice said.
Dr. Jackson turned. "She knows the risks, and hell could you blame her? She would have committed suicide had she the means." This whole thing did make him uneasy, but without real data outside of a controlled experiment they may never find the way to undo Von Crucial's transformations.
Agent 00 smiled. "Yes, we all have our burdens to bear don't we." She said.
"Dr., the auxiliary unit is powered up and we are ready to begin." The technician said.
Dr. Jackson took a deep breath. "Execute on my order ..Execute." he said.
Though the window, the light grew to an intense brightness.
"Readings are normal, fill temperature at acceptable level. Starting de-sequencing in 3 2 1 .Mark" The tech said and flicked a switch.
Suddenly an alarm sounded on the control panel.
"Dr .the core temperature is exceeding safety limits."
"How far along are we, can we buy more time?" Dr. Jackson asked
"We need to shut it down now or risk destroying the auxiliary fill system. It took us months to grow the crystals necessary to amplify the energy from the main system. A total loss would set us back months, maybe a year."
A spark shot out of the control panel, and inside the chamber smoke began to pour in setting off more alarms.
"Ok Ok shut it down. Abort." Dr. Jackson said "Ventilate that room and get me the status on Cindy. Do we have the emergency ventilator?"
A door opened and the gurney was wheeled out and into a makeshift emergency room.
"I have to get in there" he said. "It's my entire fault."
The emergency ventilator had remove most of the smoke from the building by the time Dr. Jackson made it to the emergency room.
"Is she ok?" he asked a nurse
"Well I think you need to see this Dr."
Dr. Jackson stepped inside a curtain and gasped. The process had worked sort of. Lying on the gurney was what amounted to be a 3 and half foot long penis with normal human arms and legs and from the angle he was at, female genitalia complete with blonde pubic hair. Facial features where barely recognizable in the wrinkled skin but there were two closed eyelids, a small nose and a mouth located in the center of the torso above arms length but below the "head". There was no neck to speak of, nor shoulders or breasts and the nipples and belly button appeared to be hidden in the folds of wrinkled skin
He took a deep breath and regained his composure. "How are her vitals?"
"Dr., respiration is normal as is blood pressure and heart rate. We'll take a look at brain activity as soon as we figure out um where it is. I mean we need to run an x-ray to see where to place the sensors."
"Well for God sakes, put a blanket over her. Give her some dignity for crying out loud." Dr. Jackson snapped.
He walked over and grabbed her hand. It was soft and he leaned down and whispered "Cindy can you hear me?"
He felt her hand squeeze his and she stirred.
"I can feel you." She said quietly and brought her other hand up in front of her eyes. "It worked or am I dead?" She said.
"You are not out of the woods yet but it looks better." He felt like he was lying but in truthfulness, she did have arms and legs now and she wouldn't be living in and incubator anymore.
"The process isn't complete, Cindy. We were only able to get you back to certain point. The important thing is we made progress and these results will assure that we have good data to use so we can someday have a true cure."
"Can I see " She said loving the sound of her voice. It sounded deep and she felt it vibrate in her chest.
Dr. Jackson held a mirror for her as she started in a combined state of shock, elation, horror and disgust at her reflection. With her hands she felt her "face", well the skin around her eyes, nose and mouth anyway. Without proper bone structure, there were no cheek bones or anything underlying to give it personality. She couldn't smile, but she could open her mouth. The skin it's self was dark and wrinkled with large blue veins the size of snakes visible under the translucent thin skin. Above her eyes the ridge of the "head" marked the end of her humanity. Not wanting to see further she guided the mirror back to her eye level. Starring back at her, were her tear filled eyes, the window to her soul. She wiggled her toes and using the mirror looked down at the rest of her. The wrinkled skin and vein work extended down until a patch of blond pubic hair sat nestled at the junction of her two legs. How ironic she thought that here she was, basically just a big dick with a vagina. "What's that all about?" she thought and laughed out loud.
"Sit me up" she said.
"I don't think that's a good idea Cindy, we don't ."
"God Dammit, help me sit up" she said sternly mustering most of the strength she could.
Dr. Jackson nodded and motioned to two nurses. One of each side, they held her arms as they gently and slowly pulled her into an upright sitting position.
"Let go." She said
The two nurses looked at the Dr. and he nodded.
Joy filled Cindy as she felt gravity pulling on her in something other than a prone position for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
The reality is that as her thighs began rushing toward her face, she realized what Dr. Jackson was trying to tell her, that apparently she still lacked bone structure in her upper torso and the soft limp flesh was no match for the weight of the upper half of her body. She essentially folded in half with her face buried between her own thighs.
She cried, sobbing as she was forced to look at her crotch unable to move. Her tears however were not tears of sadness but of joy. From her vantage point she could see her feet, her regular normal human feet. Just watching her wiggle her own toes was the greatest gift that had been given to her. Her sobbing stopped and she asked the doctor, her voice muffled by her own thighs.
"When can we do this again?" She asked, loving the sound of her own voice echoing between her legs. The doctor bent down and gently lifted her torso, being careful to avoid her...'head"
"It's going to be some time before we can continue...It will take months for us to repair some vital systems...but rest assured we'll continue where we left off immediately" the doctor said.
Cindy smiled greatfully at the doctor, and dragged one of her boneless arms slowly to squeeze at his.
"Thanks you" She said, the nurses had gently lifted her onto a larger gurney and she blushed as her penile body began to grow erect as a reaction to her feelings of happiness.
