You are staring UP through a translucent tube, which raises over you with a hiss and some steam. You realize you're nearly flat with the ground around you. Something has gone terribly wrong.
"Oh." The lizard woman stares down, her face horrified. She shifts on her heels and gulps. "Oh, shit!"
In alarm, you try to ask how bad it is, but find you can't. In fact, you can't do much of anything. You are completely immobile and utterly without any ability to do anything at all.
You watch, helplessly, afraid, as the lizard gently bends down on her haunches and reaches both hands underneath whatever form you've taken. You are slowly lifted up into the air, cradled between the lizard's two scaly palms, and she raises you to her bewildered and truly dumbstruck gaze.
"Y-Youre still in there, aren't you?" She says, offering a shocked statement instead of a question.
You frantically try to do anything, and manage to quiver slightly, which sends the lizard into a panic.
"Okay! Okay!" She gulps, frantically carrying you over to a metallic table and setting you down. Again, she stares dumbfounded for a few moments and raises a finger. "Stay there! Er... don't move! Just don't do anything, okay?!"
You watch helplessly as she leaves you. You wonder what the hell you are. This is answered shortly as the lizard returns with a small hand mirror and gulps. Your reflection is a small translucent blob. You look like somebody has squeezed out a bunch of hair gel and let it sit for a while. How you can see is a miracle, because there doesn't seem to be anything except small bubbles of liquid inside of yourself.
"I'm so sorry!" She says softly, clearly in agony. "The transporter was still set for one of my kind, and, well, you were reduced to your components and... uh... well, you're sort of a blob of formless DNA."
You quiver again, and she drops the mirror beside you and woefully lowers her snout to your level, surprisingly kissing your outer surface with great tenderness and stroking your 'head' with one clawed hand. "I'm so sorry! I'll make this right. We'll fix you, okay?"
You have little choice or any way to express your current terror anyway. You simply sit there.
"Let me see if I can rescue your original form from the computer." She says, and picks you up in her hands again for safe keeping.