Partial completion?

It was at that moment that you realized something sounded weird. Your voice, it's not right, somewhat higher pitched but not by much. What happened to you? The confusion leads to fear. Your eyes dart around the room, your breath getting shallow and fast.

“What's happened to my voice? Doc? What's going on? Why do I sound like this?” It's wrong. And why are you strapped in? “What's going on!?”

“Please calm down Mr. Doe. I understand you are worried about your current situation, but your body is stressed enough as it is.” Her cold disposition does little to ease your anxiety. “Your voice has indeed changed in order to match your current physical state. I expected as much once we realized the extent of your transmogrification.”

She approaches your bed and you grimace as she shines a pen-light in your face, examining your pupils no doubt. Then she places her hands upon your face, feeling gently along your jawline and under your chin with her finger until some unknown fact is confirmed. If it were any other woman and under a far less stressful situation you might be a little turned on to be this close to a hot blonde in a lab outfit, but at this moment the uncertainty of what's happening is gnawing at your nerves.

“The alterations seem to have concluded and left you in a partially transmogrified condition." The doctor continues, "I'm going to remove your restraints Mr. Doe. I suggest you take a short amount of time to inspect and better understand your current physical state in the adjoining recovery room. I'll have Samantha help you to your quarters shortly.”

You wonder what "partially transmogrified" means as Dr. Lybeck begins removing the restraints. There is a sudden rush of relief as you can once again freely move your arms and legs. The idea of strangling the good doctor pops in your head for a brief second but you decide otherwise the moment you notice your apparently drained strength. Whatever happened, you're going to need some time to recover.

You raise your body up to a seated position and it's at that instant that you see the long strands of red hair dangling from your head. You reach up to grab hold of it, tugging and confirming it is indeed your hair. The sheet falls down around your waist revealing large breasts upon your chest, heaving as you gasp with breath at the sudden realization. Your arms reach up instinctively to grab hold and you feel a sudden groping sensation on new squishy flesh.

"Doc?" You question in this new voice, "I've got tits!?" You examine them, squeezing and fondling, and notice your hands are somewhat smaller than you're used to, almost feminine even.

"Yes, Mr. Doe. Your body appears to have only partially taken the effects of the full transmogrification. And while we had thought to have narrowed down the only two distinct DNA pathways to modify the human body, yours has obviously discovered a new deviation."

"What?" Your nervous higher pitched voice calls out? All while this sudden thought creeps in from the recesses of your mind. What does she mean by "new deviation?" "Partially"... "Full"...

You slowly reach down releasing your new breasts. They hang from your chest with an additional weight you've not experienced before. Your petite hands begin to grab hold of the the sheet that covers your waist, pulling ever so slightly at it. Afraid to see what may or may not be there. Then, closing your eyes you take a deep breath and yank the sheet back as far as you can.

It's gonna be okay, You tell yourself in your inner voice, your normal voice, deeper than what it apparently has changed to now. Just open your eyes.

And with another deep breath, you slowly exhale and open your eyes, revealing the full extent of your new physical form.

There, between your legs, lies a small flaccid penis and two testicles tightly shrunken up to your groin. Your entire "package" is smaller than before, pitifully small. And your waist seems to have changed as well, girlish looking, soft curves you never had before, prominent hips, smooth skin.

And therein lies your current state. No longer a normal man. Not fully a woman. But existing here at some point between the two. Some sissified version of who you once were. A long soft sigh of surrender escapes your lips.