Johnny staggered off his boat, and onto the beach.
As his hands and feet continued to change, Johnny Fishernon suddenly felt a searingly sharp pain in his back. Fighting to look at the changes taking place there, he suddenly keeled over.
He immediately felt sharp spines breaking free from his skin, almost ripping through it. Johnny groaned and grunted as it happened, the transformation wasn't painless. Fighting back the sting of tears in his eyes, Johnny looked back, and immediately saw webbing beginning to grow between said spines on his back, creating an enormous dorsal fin.
"Holy shit." Johnny said to himself. "It's really happening. I'm actually turning into a fish."
And as the webbed dorsal ridge continued to burst forth from his spine, he felt his balance beginning to shift. His arms and legs continued to change into fins, and all too soon, he found it impossible to remain standing upright. He edged forward as scales spread over his torso, preparing for a difficult landing against the wet sand.
Johnny was 3/4 changed into a fish now.
Everything seemed to be hazy, his memories, his family, it seemed like he couldn't think straight.