I'd probably end up waking up, hearing that they're going to wipe my memory, but then I'll sit up and draw my Scalchops while screaming with my belly flexing (because no six pack), then probably run out and use Waterfall down a waterfall and fade into the ocean, never being found by the people who recreated me.
You turn into your fursona, but you're actually feral! (Or anthro, if you're already feral)