Sometime during your episode you must have passed out, because the next thing you know you're waking up in the base infirmary. Squinting against the light you slowly open your eyes and attempt to look around, but for some reason, you can't! Did you manage to injure yourself during your seizure, resulting in paralysis, or was your inability to move caused by something else? Horrified at the very idea of being unable to move for the rest of your life, you desperately hope that it's something else. Restraints of drugs perhaps. Desiring to find out your condition as quickly as possible, you carefully begin taking stock of yourself, immediately noticing several things. The first is that you're definitely not paralyzed, as you can still feel your body, even move parts of it it feels like, but for some reason it doesn't seem to do you any good! That's more than a little puzzling, as the second thing you realize is that you don't feel any sort of restraints. You do feel cold however, the cold air of the infirmary blowing unimpeded over your bare skin, as well as more than a little odd, as though your body weren't quite the same as the one you remembered. Nor can you come up with any sort of explanation for the truly odd sensation of having a breeze blow across what you're certain should be the inside of your body!
Hearing footsteps heading your direction, you decide to put aside your self examination for the moment and concentrate of gaining answers from the medical staff instead. Licking your dry lips, you call out "Hello? I-" Only to freeze in shock. The voice coming out of your mouth isn't yours! Your own voice was always a bit high and sort of whiney. Your new voice however, while still clearly that of a woman, is deeper, throatier, more sensual, loaded with lust and sexual promise, a bedroom voice, a lover's voice, the kind of voice that could cause any man to gain an erection just from the sound of it, and cause female porn stars to turn green with envy. It's more than a little strange, and kind of disturbing, but it's just one of many bits of unexplained weirdness you've discovered in the few minutes since you've woken up, so you resolve to ignore it for the moment, focusing on getting some answers instead. Once again, you call out "Hello? Whoever's there, could you please help me out and tell me what's happened to me?"
"That question young lady, has a very interesting and alarming explanation, one I'm not entirely sure you're ready to hear. Not until I run a few more tests at least." The familiar voice of Dr. Oakman, the chief medical officer for the facility says as he steps into view, revealing his stocky six foot frame, with it's aged weather tanned countenance, dark eyes, short grey hair, busy eyebrows and equally bushy mustache. You pay little attention to his appearance however, being well used to it. Instead, not intending to be deterred so easily, you plead with him, using your new sexy voice to best advantage in the hopes of persuading him to reveal the knowledge you so desperately crave.
"Please doc, I have to know what's wrong, the suspense is killing me!" As you do so, you notice the doctor visibly flush, and you aren't sure, but you think you might have seen his eyes glaze over for just a moment, his fingers twitching as he takes a half step towards you before catching himself. Shaking his head as though to clear it of some sort of unwanted influence, Dr. Oakman replies "Yes well, after the sort of stupid stunt you pulled Ms. O'Hare, being left in suspense is the least of what you deserve. However, as my patient, I suppose you have a right to know your own condition, particularly since I've yet to find a firm medical reason to withhold it from you. Be aware though that the explanation you've requested is not a simple one, and will almost certainly raise more questions than answers. However, before I begin, tell me, just how much can you remember of the events leading up to your unfortunate... em, accident?" The doctor inquires with just the slightest hint of sarcasm, your flush of shame and embarrassment over your apparent failure telling him everything he needs to know. "Ah, so you do remember. Good, that will make things easier." Dr. Oakman continues. "It seems that the serum you injected yourself with during your ill advised and unauthorized experiment was not entirely stable, or safe. It caused your body to go into convulsions which most likely would have resulted in your death had it not been for the addition of the other random compound entering your bloodstream after being spilled onto your self inflicted injuries. Somehow, we believe that the random compound created acted as a stabilizing agent and mutagen, allowing you to survive, though given your condition when we first found you we believed you to be dead at first, for reasons that will become apparent shortly."
"Tell me!" you ordered impatiently.
Raising one hand with the palm open and facing toward you, doctor Oakman replies "Patience, I'm getting to it. As I said, in addition to quite possibly saving your life, the chemicals, combined with your own unstable serum acted as a mutagen, causing your body to transform in ways that quite frankly, before beginning work on the super project I never would have believed possible. Ways that... Well, perhaps it's better if I simply show you, you'd never believe me otherwise." reaching over to the side and coming up with a hand mirror which he uses to show you your reflection. What you saw was... Well, it certainly wasn't what you were expecting. Instead of your normal face, looking back at you was a perfected version of it. Easily super model material, your new face is flawless, with slightly tanned skin with just the slightest hint of blush, delicate bone structure, small slightly upturned nose, full pouty red lips, long dark eyelashes half concealing sparkling green eyes, all of it framed by, not your normal messy curls, but instead a long shimmering mass of perfectly permed locks, as though the girl the face belongs to had just stepped out of a top beauty salon. The problem is, that's all that you can see. It's just your head, there's nothing attached to it!
"Wha- What the fuck?! T-this can't be! I-I'm just a head!" you exclaimed, unable to believe what you're seeing. No, that's not entirely accurate. You can believe it, you just don't want to! This is horrible, far worse than your worst case scenarios!
"We'll, you're half right. Let me show you the rest." Dr. Oakman said, before reaching down, gathering up a bundle of your hair and lifting you up, revealing a body spread out below you. It's your body you quickly realize, or at least parts of it, as literally every joint has been separated from every other, as well as a few places that don't even have joints. Both arms are separated from your body, being further divided at the elbow and wrist, with your fingers separated from your hands, and divided into their own individual components. Your legs are in similar shape, being separated at the hips, knee, ankle, and with the toes removed and separated into their individual components. That part you understood, as a person can live without arms or legs. Your head, neck and torso however... that was something else, and shouldn't technically be possible, but it was true nonetheless, your head having been separated from your neck, with your neck similarly separated from your torso, with your chest separated from your stomach, stomach from waist, and each breast removed and placed beside your torso. In fact, unbelievably, even your womanhood appears to have been removed from your crotch, looking like a sticker as it rests on the bed just below your hips. You use the word separated rather than severed to describe your detached body parts because they clearly aren't. Severed that is, with each individual part having the detached surfaces covered with a layer of smooth, unmarked skin and tissue that appears little different than that covering the rest of your body. It's an unbelievable sight to be sure, your body having transformed in a manner similar to that of your voice and face, every part of you now tanned and toned, with basketball sized breasts, wide hips, full sexy ass, and a ridiculously narrow waist. All in all, you look more like some sort of fantasy sex bomb made flesh than a living breathing woman. Despite how sexy your body has become however, the fact that it's in pieces would terrify most people. You however aren't most people. Calmly you inquire "Can they be reattached?" After all, Clay can reattach their severed bits and Roy's portals leave the separated parts completely unharmed, and you'd used some of both their DNA in your serum, so who's to say that you couldn't as well? The fact that you were still alive even though you were in pieces making such an idea seem all the more likely.
Coughing in embarrassment, Dr. Oakman replies "Uh, reattached? We, ah, we haven't actually tried yet."
"Just as I would have expected from an idiot like you!" you thought, just barely managing to resist the urge to say it out loud. You did have some sense of self preservation after all. You were in no position to antagonize the good doctor right now.
"Well hurry up and try it then! I certainly don't want to be stuck like this for the rest of my life!" you say instead.
"Very well." Dr. Oakman replies.
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