Rick's eyes were wide as he focused on his swelling biceps and chest.
His attention focused there, he didn't notice at first that his bulge
had shrunk into practically nothing. His hips were widening and his
legs narrowing. He glanced up to see another man in a lab coat talking
to Dr. Morgana across the room. The expressions on their faces showed
alarm. Something was going wrong with his transformation. He looked
himself up and down thoroughly examining himself. He was a huge hairy
chested muscle hunk from the waist up. From the waist down, he
appeared to be female.
"Dr. Morgana, what did you mean by "surprise"?" asked Dr. Nahlid her
supervisor.
"Oh, my idiot lab assistant took the labels off the nanites," Morgana
explained in an irritated tone, "But the subject doesn't need to know
that."
"Well, to me it looks like your assistant did more than mix up the
labels," Nahlid said testily. Nanites were expensive, and time should
have been sent to verify that everything was right before a subject
was injected.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Morgana as she realized Nahlid was right. She
hastily added, "Excuse me. I'm sure I can suppress one of the nanite
programs so only one will be expressed." She plugged a device which
resembled a handheld microphone in her laptop, and raced over to Rick.
She pressed the microphone like device against Rick's body and began
making adjustments to her computer.