Max could only stare down at the file; it was for an eleven year old girl that lived in the suburbs of the city. It was everything for him to try and jump up from the table and leave, but four officers came in and stripped him down, fully exposing his body. Dragging him down towards another room, Max tried to fight every step of the way until they got to what looked like a clinic, where they then strapped him down and doctor came in.
"Now now...I promise this won't hurt at all, the process is practically painless."
Pulling out a large needle, the doctor injected Max and then stood back to oversee the process. Max himself felt his eyes start to get heavy, while his mind seemed to be screaming as his body was now out of his control.
From his original 6'0" height, he immediately shrank down to 4'8". His muscular structure seemed to melt off of him, while all of his body hair pulled in except for a few strands at his crotch, which seemed to turn into a finer kind of pubic hair, and his skin smoothed out, removing most of his blemishes. At this point, his penis rose up and went erect for the last time, as his testicles shrank and pulled into him, forming into ovaries to settle at the side of the womb that was steadily forming in his hips. His penis then shrank in, until only the tip remained to be covered by some skin, a new clitoris, and below that everything was now in place for a fully functioning vagina and reproductive system.
His chest then puffed up a little bit, showing just breast buds as a sign of things to come in the future, as his hair turned a radiant shade of orange-red and rapidly grew down to his shoulders. A fair amount of freckles then dotted his face and upper arms, and the last change involved his Adam's Apple sinking into his throat, while it seemed that his perfect vision was blurring, making it difficult to see into the mirror.
After this all, Max closed his eyes, his head starting to get foggy. New memories were flooding in by the second, taking the place of all his old ones, even masking the terror that he witnessed earlier in the night. A look of extreme discomfort and fear crossed over his face for a minute.
"Dear, I believe you dropped these."
He opened his eyes, noticing the straps were now loose. A new doctor seemed to be standing next to her; a kind-looking woman in her late 40's. She was holding out a pair of pink glasses, which Max took and immediately put on, in order to stare at herself in the mirror.
Looking back at him was no longer Max, but instead an eleven year old girl as described in the file. An Irish-American girl just on the cusp of puberty, and while every last part of him wanted to fight what he saw in the mirror, another part of him, which was his new personality setting in, just wanted to get dressed and leave, hoping the doctor's exam was over.
"Now Maggie, your mother is waiting just outside...I think you should get dressed and see her, don't you?"