It felt... Strange, yet eerily familiar. Like, the mental disconnect you feel when you snap of out a daydream, or the sense that you had only just closed your eyes when you first wake up in the morning, thoughts beginning starting to realign through the haze of sleep. One moment I was standing on the transporter pad, looking out at the gathering of friends and project researchers as the soft, bluish energy of the transportation process started to fill my vision, and the next, I was right back where I'd started, as though I'd only batted an eye and it was all over.

Only, a number of things had happened in the span of that supposed eye-blink.

I could feel it the moment I'd returned, a myriad of new sensations and feelings that weren't there when I had "left" washing over me. Those feelings were accompanied by a rush of excitement and anticipation as I felt my face for confirmation, a toothy, lopsided grin spreading across my new muzzle as I found my suspicions to be correct. With shaky hands, I passed my fingers through the long, cascading black locks of the mane that had sprouted from my head, finding purchase around a pair of rounded feline ears that sat neatly atop my head.

"Ish reah," I finally managed softly, my words slurred by my lack of familiarity moving the new mouth that formed them, unconcerned in the face of a dream made reality. "Ish releh reah..."

I felt so happy that I could cry, a second heartbeat from my lower body joining the one hammering away in my chest in perfect synchronous as I turned at my upper waist to get a better view of myself.

What I saw made me smile all over again. There was much, much more of me than when I when initially through the transporter, stretching out behind me in the tauric form of a powerful lioness that tapered off into a flicking new appendage that extended my spine, topped with a neat tuft of black hair. From the way it moved, I knew it was a definitive tell of my currently elated state, another new limb I'd have to learn to control in the coming days. Where once there were only two legs, I could feel myself standing somewhat shakily on four new, sturdy limbs that held my elongeded form aloft, my new forelegs terminating in a pair of rudimentary hand-like paws. I experimenatlly tried lifting one, grinning as I managed to not only do just that, but also flex my new handpaw.

In looking down at my new limbs, I was also met with yet another unfamiliar aspect of my new body: a rather lovely pair of alluring breasts rose from my chest, covered in the same storm grey coat that I had chosen during the initial phases of the Process. Entranced by my "girls," I cupped them in my hands to feel their weight, remembering that not only did I have boobs, but that I had also gained another aspect of femininity along with them. Behind the sheath that lay between my lower half's hind legs rested a womanly entrance, the presence of both organs a sign of my new hermaphrodite nature.

I took a deep breath with both sets of lungs and exhaled, taking a moment to look myself over once more. This tauric form, this tufted tail, this soft fur, these four legs, this voluminous mane, this feline muzzle, these gorgeous breasts, the two sex organs nestled between my hind legs. It all felt so... So right.