For starters, it knocks you out

Slowly but steadily, the tingling sensation creeps through your entire body, the warmth spreading like a fever. Your fingers cling tightly to the edge of the examination table, leaving imprints of your fingers on the vinyl padding. The heat intensifies with every passing second, while the world around seems to grow hazier, as if you're fading out of a dream.

"Joy, how do you feel?" It takes awhile to remember who the voice belongs to, or even why you're here. This was supposed to be an easy score, but they didn't even explain what they were testing on you!

"Fuzzy," you reply simply, before collapsing against the cushy table, fading into the warm oblivion of unconsciousness.

Your dreams are haunted by bizarre sexual partners, from little green men to big hairy brutes, every one of them eager for a piece of your tight young body. Except, it isn't the body you remember having when you woke up this morning, it's as if there's been some drastic change in your appearance. That could only mean you're dreaming!

The realization itself seem to coax you awake, your heavy eyelids barely obeying as you begin to stretch your weary muscles. It seems that they decided not to move you, and you appear to be alone. But across the room, reflected in the black glass wall, is a figure you recognize all too well. It's you! Or rather, it's you as you were in the dream.

You slowly rise to your feet, (if you still have feet, that is) and cautiously approach your reflection, as if afraid of what the woman in the mirror might do. Then again, it's not every day that you awaken to find your body has been altered by a madman's secret formula.