Project Alice

The man was tied down viciously to the chair with Umbrella thugs all around him holding weapons to make sure he would not try to escape.
"Please!!!! Please!!!! I dont want to do this.. we can find a way to make more clones... we can figure something out just please dont do this. You have no idea what will happen!!!!"
Dr. Isaacs came smiling from outside of visions range and looked without mercy upon the scientist responsible for cloning.
"You have failed me for the last time. True I dont know what this will do although... it serves two purposes. Purpose one.. it succeeds and you have completed your job allowing me to forgive your failures... or purpose two... you die and I dont have to worry about it anymore".
The man stared fearfully at the blood syringe positioned just above the main vein in his arm. The vial was full of the last remaining sample of the original project Alice's blood. Dr. Isaacs nodded at the technician at the control panel of the injector and he pressed the activation button looking at his former partner in grim remorse. The needle penetrated his partners vein and phase two began with the slow injection of project Alice's blood. The man being held down started to cry before he lay there serenely not allowing Dr. Isaacs the joy. After the injection the man passed out and was dragged away from the table to be placed in a room where he could be monitored.
Eyes wide open.... my stomach hurts sooo bad... PAIN PAIN OMG IT HURTS. I look down to watch myself fall to the floor on all fours. My skin is rippling. I knew that injection would do something wierd to me. My eyesight is sharpening and I can see my hands getting smaller. I throw up as the feelng of my insides rearranging disturbes my stomach. I collapse to the floor right after I feel my hair grow long enough to cover part of my face. my legs become shorter and i grab for my dick right as it disappears being replaced by a fully functional vagina. There is no escape from this skin as I feel it tighten around me a burning in my skin.... I am.... who am I?
"sir it would appear that Jones is.... not himself today?
"what do you mean" says Dr. Isaacs impatiently.
Dr. Isaacs follows the grunt to the monitoring window and stares in to see Alice Abernathy laying on the floor wearing Jones old uniform.
"Change her into something more her style and dont disturb her"
The guards find a copy of her clothes the shorts and white top with a brown-ish vest covering it. The signature 358 dollar boots that she picked up from somewhere and her little scarf that she always used to wear.

(to be continued)