DNA  II

                                                            by  Stephanie

1.  Chapter



Cold and discomfort welcomed Paul as he struggled awake.  Outside, dawn
was breaking.  Stiffly, he sat upright and watched the sun clear the
hills on the horizon.

As he got up he felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest shift.  His eyes
drifted over his large, firm breasts.  He had hoped that it had all
been some insane dream.  That he still had his own tall, muscular body.
Not a half female, half male one.

He could still remember vividly how the horror had started.  He had
woken just two days previously and everything had been right with the
world.  He had been a successful lawyer, with a big house and a hefty
bank balance.  And he had just spent the night making love to a
stunningly beautiful young woman.  Despite the fact that she was not
his girlfriend he had hoped to see her again.  But not nearly as soon
as he did.

He saw her face reflected in the car window.  He still found it nearly
impossible to believe it was now his.  He had been in the bathroom
preparing to shave when he first noticed the change.  He had rubbed his
chin and instead of feeling the usual coarse stubble his hand met soft
unblemished skin.  And then before his eyes his face had been changed
into Julies.  The strong masculine features slowly replaced by a
woman's fragile beauty.

And it was a very beautiful face, but there was no comfort in that.  He
had always considered himself lucky to have the handsome, slightly
rugged looking face he had been born with.  Now it was lost, maybe
forever.  I'll get it back!  he told himself angrily.  I won't let Anne
do this to me.

Paul opened the door and climbed out of the car.  His body ached from
the uncomfortable night he had spent on the back seat.  A cool breeze
whipped his long blonde hair in front of his eyes.  He pushed it out of
his face with a curse.  He was still unused to keeping such a mass
under control.  Paul shivered as he remembered his hair turning blonde
and almost exploding from his head in a blonde wave.  He had searched
the hall mirror for any sign of his former self and had then punched
the hateful image.  That was supposed to bring you seven years bad
luck.  He had lost everything in just one morning.  Just how much more
could happen to him?

Paul looked up and down the road.  It was flat and utterly empty.
Which was just the way he wanted it.  He wanted as little to do with
people as possible while stuck in this form.  He gave a huge sigh,
feeling his large breasts rise and fall on his chest.  Then he got into
the driving seat and pulled out the map.  His tits even got in the way
of this simple operation.  How the hell could women deal with the
wobbling mountains of flesh on their chests?

That was perhaps the worst memory Paul had of that terrible morning.
Anne had arrived and was going to help him, or so she had said.  As she
had been preparing a needle he had felt his chest start to shrink and
grow at the same time.  His torso had been hard and muscled from all
the hours he had spent in the gym.  But years of work had just flowed
away in seconds.  As most of his chest had shrunk to a more dainty
frame his eyes had watched in horror as his firm pectorals had grown
into soft, large white pillows of flesh.  Anne had quickly injected him
in the thigh.

But it had not been the cure he was desperately hoping for.  Anne had
injected the DNA altering virus based on a fellow male researcher.  The
two transforming viruses had met just above his hips and as Anne had
hoped been unable to change already altered cells.  He was still half
male, but no part of him was now unaltered.

She could have turned him back, Paul had no doubt about that.  She must
have found out about him playing around and used her latest discovery
to punish him.  Anne wouldn't have done that unless there was some way
to cure him.  She had even used her own lab assistant, Jim, to trap
him.  The girl he had made love to wasn't Julie after all, but Jim!

From the few times he had met Jim he seemed to be a normal guy.  There
was no way he would have taken a part in Anne's crazed scheme without
being sure he could regain his male self.

Paul studied the map.  If he made good time he should make it to Dr
Michael Kingston by that afternoon.

He knew that if he was ever to be restored to his former maleness he
was going to have to find another biologist who could reverse what Anne
Chamberlain had done.  A few years back he had represented a Dr.
Michael Kingston.  He had been charged with stealing other researchers
results.  Paul knew he had done it and had managed to get him acquitted
on a technicality of law.  Kingston's reputation, however, was shot to
pieces and the last Paul had heard the only job he could get was at a
fairly seedy establishment out east.

But Anne wasn't going to turn him back for months at least.  She would
want to have her revenge first.  The only chance lay with finding Dr.
Kingston.  He put away the map and started the car.  As he pulled away
the stearing wheel felt stiff in his hands and seemed to take a greater
effort to turn.  His new arms were so weak and had none of the power he
had spent so long building up over the years.

As the hours passed, Paul's mind wandered.  What had possessed Anne to
do this to him?  Well, I should have known better than to get a
scientist pissed at me, he thought.

In his urgency to reach his salvation Paul wasn't paying full attention
to the car's instruments.  He only noticed he was doing over eighty
miles per hour when the familiar wail of a police motorcycle started up
behind him.  An almost irresistible urge to put his foot down went
through Paul.  But he knew that a car as expensive and recognisable as
his would get pursued right into town and he couldn't afford that.

Paul pulled over to the side of the road and the cop pulled in front of
him.  The cop took his time getting off his bike.  He's showing me that
he calls the shots realised Paul.  He had done it himself in court, set
your own pace and make the guy on the witness stand follow you.  Not
the other way round.  Paul felt fear building in his stomach.  He'd
been pulled over before but he didn't feel nearly as confident this
time.

The cop slowly sauntered over to the car and leaned in towards Paul.
He could see his worried looking but still beautiful face reflected in
the cop's mirror shades.  "Good mornin' miss.  You know why I pulled
you over?"

"Ah, I think I accidentally went over the speed limit.  I'm sorry
officer, it won't happen again." The cop didn't reply immediately,
which only increased Paul's nervousness.  He knew he could have
destroyed the cop on the witness stand.  He had done that so many times
with solid witnesses.  He just thinks I'm some dumb female, he thought.
He decided to try a bit of feminine charm and he smiled nervously.

The cop didn't react.  Paul hated the mirror shades, he couldn't tell
where the man's eyes were looking.  But he could give a good guess.
"Is this your car, miss?" He asked.

"Yes, it's mine."

The cop nodded, "Can I see your licence."

Paul froze.  His license was in the glove compartment, but it was
absolutely useless.  No way would the cop believe the forty year old
man on the license was now a teenaged girl.  "I...ah...haven't got
it...right here."

"I see, where is it." He said in a slightly bored voice.

"Well, I...uh...lost it." Paul knew how lame it all sounded.  As a
lawyer he had seen some poor liars on the witness stand and his excuse
sounded as bad as the worst of them.

The cop obviously didn't believe any of it either.  "What would you
like to bet that if I ran this car through the computer it would come
up stolen."

Paul's jaw worked silently.  "It isn't, I swear!" He finally exclaimed.

The cop was silent for a few moments.  "Well, as I see it, you have two
choices.  Either I call in and see if this car is registered in your
name, and we both know it isn't.  Or...you can suck me off."

"What!!" Paul exclaimed, he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"I'm serious.  Suck me off and I'll let you go." The cop watched the
pretty girl sweat.  She was acting as guilty as hell.  Probably stolen
the car from some rich idiot she had fucked the night before.  It was
his casual attitude to regulations that had landed him the post of
traffic cop on a near deserted strip of road in the first place.  It
was so dismal and boring he was entitled to have a little fun now and
then.  "Well?"

Paul was frantic.  If he was arrested for theft Anne could easily come
after him to bail him.  God only knows what she would turn him into for
trying to escape.  He had to stay away from her at all costs.
"Alright," he said quietly.

"What was that?" asked the cop playfully.  Got her, he thought.

"I said alright," Paul answered in a firmer voice.

"Say it, tell me what you're going to do."

"I-I'm going to suck your c-cock," Paul managed to say.  The phrase
seemed alien in his mouth.

The cop smiled.  "Move over to the passenger seat and open the door."

Paul shifted over and opened the door.  The cop walked around; he was
now facing the road and would be able to see anything coming in either
direction, long before it arrived.  He unbuckled his pants and dropped
them to the floor.  "Now, missy.  Don't try any funny business.  If you
pull a fast one I'll have you busted for assault.  Understand?"

Paul gave a small nod.  He was watching the bulge in the cop's boxer
shorts.  In a few moments he was going to have to suck it into his
mouth.  He was going to have to lick this man to a climax.

The cop looked down.  "Now pull down my shorts and give me the best
blow job of my life."

Paul's hands shook as he reached up to the waistband on the shorts.  He
could feel the heat from the cop's body against his fingers.  Trying
not to think about what he was about to do he pulled the shorts down.
His eyes locked onto the cop's semi-erect cock.  Paul started to rebel.
I can't do this!  he thought.

The cop must have seen Paul was ready to bolt and gripped the sides of
his head, taking bunches of Paul's golden hair in each fist.  Slowly
but surely he began to bring Paul's head closer to his cock.  Paul felt
the strength in the cop's grasp and he knew that his own female frame
couldn't resist it.

Then his mouth was just an inch from the cop's penis.  "Suck it!"
commanded the cop.  Paul could feel the heat radiating from the cop's
engorged organ.

Paul moved his mouth over the rapidly growing cock and closed his lips
around the bulbous head.  The cop pulled Paul's head down and his mouth
was suddenly full of hot prick.  Paul's mind was full of revulsion and
he decided to get it over with as fast as possible.  He started moving
his head up and down the hard pole, rubbing his tongue around the
sensitive head each time he reached it.  It was all he could do to stop
himself gagging on it.  But the fear of being beaten to a pulp managed
to stop him throwing up on the cop.

The cop started moaning "Yes," over and over.  So Paul assumed he was
doing something right.  The cop's hand dropped to one of Paul's breasts
and roughly caressed it through the thin silk of the blouse.  "Open
your blouse," ordered the cop.

Paul fumbled with the buttons and managed to open his blouse enough for
the cop's hand to slip inside and around his breast.  The feeling of
intimate contact that Paul was getting from the mauling caused a
reaction in his body.  Despite himself, his own cock started to stiffen
and his nipples pushed out into the soft bra holding his ample breasts.
He was reacting like any slut!  Paul was absolutely horrified by his
body's reaction.

The cop reached inside the bra and rubbed the obvious signs of arousal.
He smiled.  "You really wanted it, didn't you?  To feel my meat in your
mouth.  I bet your pussy is dripping from all the attention you're
getting."

Paul felt a fresh surge of panic.  If the cop found out that the girl
sucking him off had a dick there would be no telling what he would do
to Paul.  He had to bring him off now.  He reached up and grasped the
cop's testicles and started to gently squeeze them in time to his
pumping.

This seemed to do the trick and the cop quickly built to bursting
point.  Just before he came he released Paul's tit and held on tight to
Paul's head.  The cop strained and then hot, salty cum exploded into
Paul's mouth.  Try as he might he couldn't pull away and he knew he had
to swallow it.  He almost gagged as it went down, mostly because he
knew what he was swallowing.

At last, the cop let him go and Paul retreated to the far side of the
car.  The cop took the opportunity to slip into the car next to him.
"That was good.  You must have licked a lot of cocks in your time."

Paul kept quiet.  Wasn't he going to leave?

The cop continued, "You really are a cute piece of ass.  I could tell
your pussy was wet while you sucked me off.  I could smell it."

"I doubt that," Paul said.  Please leave me alone!  his mind screamed.

"You're really turned on.  Let me give you what we both want." His hand
found its way to Paul's knee.  Surely, he couldn't be ready to go
again?  Paul knew this guy was going to play with him for hours and
wasn't going to let up until he had fucked what he thought was a girl.

The hand started moving up Paul's leg towards his crotch.  He had to
get away.  Without any warning Paul drove his elbow as hard as he could
into the cop's stomach and then scrambled out of the car.  If he could
hide in the undergrowth he should be safe.

The cop recovered much more quickly than Paul had expected.  He ran
after Paul shouting, "I'll kill you for that, you bitch!" With his old
body he could have knocked the guy clean out.  In his old body he would
never have ended up in a situation like this.

The cop quickly covered the ground between them and grabbed Paul from
behind.  A hand dug deep into one of Paul's soft breasts.  The other
covered his mouth.  "You are going to regret that," said the cop.  "Now
I won't be so nice with you." His hand left Paul's tit and journeyed
downwards.  Paul knew where it was going, perhaps he could use this to
his advantage.

The cop had already regained his erection.  He found this young thief a
real turn on.  He wondered if she was a virgin.  His hand disappeared
under the waistband of her pants and touched her crotch.  For a few
seconds he couldn't understand what he felt there.  Not a soft pussy,
but a cock and balls?  She was a he!

Paul bit deeply into the cop's hand and drove his elbow into the man's
stomach again.  The cop howled in pain and Paul ran at full speed for
his car.  His breasts hurt as they bounced around on his chest, but he
ignored the pain.  He had to get away!

The cop spent several seconds clasping his hand in pain and shock.
That couldn't be a man, she looked too good.  He looked at his hand,
the transvestite had drawn blood with his bite.  Anger flared through
him and he turned around just in time to see the big breasted man leap
into the car.  He charged the car and it just missed him as it pulled
away.

He watched it speed away down the road.  Part of him wanted to chase it
and arrest the freak.  But the rest of him was so disgusted at being
sucked off by a man he decided to let it go.  Besides if he arrested
him now the stories he would tell would probably finish the cop's
career for good.  He walked slowly back to his bike to get the small
first aid kit.  At least the bite wasn't that big.  A few days and it'd
be okay.

In the car Paul was anxiously looking back for signs of pursuit.  It
was over an hour before he managed to convince himself he was free of
the cop.  He wondered whether he had infected him with the Julie DNA
virus.  He quite liked the idea.  Now I know why the idea appealed to
Anne, he thought.  His mind kept flicking back to what the cop had made
him do and eventually he had to stop by the road side to throw up.

Several thankfully uneventful hours passed before the first signs of
habitation came into view.  Soon he was deep into the small city.  He
dug out his old case notes.  Dr.  Kingston had moved here after the
trial and had told Paul where he was working.  It was another hour
before he found the address.

He was convinced he had gone to the wrong address.  You couldn't have a
research facility in a rundown office block.  But the name above the
small reception foyer was correct.  Quince Biochemicals.

Now all he had to do was find Kingston and he was saved.  He tried and
failed to get rid of a nagging doubt in his mind.  His ex-girlfriend
Dr.  Anne Chamberlain was a very intelligent woman.  What if Dr.
Kingston couldn't recreate her research?  What if he couldn't find the
cure?  Then he'd be stuck as a circus freak forever.

He couldn't go back.  He had to go on and hope Dr.  Kingston was able
and willing to help.



2.  Chapter



The reception area was fairly small and occupied by only two other
people, a receptionist in her late thirties and an absolute mountain of
a man.  He was a tall, wide and heavily muscled African-American.  Paul
guessed he was security, though he wasn't wearing any sort of uniform.

Paul stepped nervously up to the receptionist.  She looked up from her
computer terminal and said, "Welcome to Quince Biochemicals.  Can I
help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Doctor Kingston." Paul's feminine voice still
sounded way too high to himself and he unconsciously cleared his
throat.

The receptionist frowned.  "I don't recognise the name.  Hold on, I'll
just check our records." She tapped at her computer for a few moments.
"No, I'm sorry.  I have no record of a Doctor Kingston."

Paul's heart missed a beat.  "When did he leave?  Did he give a
forwarding address?"

The receptionist shook her head.  "If your friend had worked here he
would be in our records.  But we have never employed anyone by that
name."

Paul was certain he had come to the right place and he knew Kingston
had at least been here.  The receptionist must have got it wrong.
"Could I speak to someone in charge."

"I am sorry, miss.  But everyone is busy right now."

Paul was starting to panic by now.  Kingston HAD to be there.  He was
the only one who could help Paul regain his fully male shape.  "I know
he's here!  I have to see him.  It's a matter of life and death!"

The security guard spoke for the first time.  "Look, the lady said he
ain't here.  Now leave before I throw you out."

Paul had dealt with this sort of people before.  The trick was to
threaten lawsuits, not violence.  They wouldn't want to risk a lawsuit
and they would usually pass the buck to their superior.  "You lay one
hand on me and I'll sue you and this company for every cent it's got!"

The guard advanced on him.  Paul stood his ground and tried to hide the
fear he felt.  The man was huge; he would have dwarfed even Paul's old
body.  But he seemed to be twice as tall as Paul's new half-female
body.  "Are you going to leave?"

"No.  I demand to speak your boss."

"Fair enough," said the guard and without any warning picked Paul up
and put him over one broad shoulder.  With one arm securely around
Paul's waist the guard headed for the door.

"Put me down!" he shouted.  His voice sounded slightly hysterical to
his own ears.  This wouldn't have happened if he'd had his commanding
male voice.  In frustration he beat his hands against the guard's back.
Why would no one take him seriously anymore?

The guard left the reception and took Paul into an alley next to the
building.  Paul felt fear building up in him as he remembered his
encounter with the cop.  What if the guard was going to try the same
thing?  The guard removed Paul from his shoulder and put him down
against the wall.  The huge black man towered over Paul, effectively
boxing him in.  "Now I don't know what that was about.  But if I were
you I'd stay away from here in future.  I don't want a pretty young
girl like you getting hurt."

That sounded more like a warning than a threat to Paul.  "I understand.
But I have to find him.  It's very important!"

The guard sighed.  "You are not listening to me.  He isn't here."

He's lying, thought Paul.  "Okay, I hear you.  I must have got the
wrong address."

The guard gave a broad smile.  "That must be it.  I won't delay you any
longer." With that he stepped back and Paul gladly made his way out of
the alley.  He started the car and drove off before the guard changed
his mind.

The guard made a mental note of the license plate as Paul left.  His
superiors were not going to like this new complication.  He sighed and
re-entered the building.

Paul had only gone a couple of blocks before he parked the car again.
So near and yet so far.  He had to get in that building and find Dr.
Kingston.  Probably they hadn't wanted to disturb him with some lunatic
off the street.  Carefully he made his way back to the building.

From across the street he could see two entrances to the Quince
Biochemicals building.  There was the main entrance and a larger side
door in the alley which was probably for deliveries.  This was
pointless.  Even if he did get in there he would be stopped long before
he could find Kingston.

If he couldn't get to Michael Kingston, he was going to have to wait
for the doctor to come to him.  Hopefully those two doors were the only
way in and out of the building.  Presumably Michael didn't live there
and would be heading home at some point.  All Paul had to do was wait.

Paul hid round the corner of another building where he could watch for
Kingston without been seen by any of the guards.  The next few hours
were fairly nerve wracking.  He could just see some street gang
discovering him and deciding to have a little fun.  He missed the
security his old body used to give him.  This new one was just built
for looking good.  It wasn't practical at all.  He even had to be
careful not to crush his breasts just looking around the corner.

It was close to eight o'clock before Michael Kingston finally appeared.
It was starting to get dark and Paul was on the verge of giving up.
Paul almost leapt for joy when he saw him.  There was his salvation!
Paul started following him, his heart in his mouth.  How should he
approach him?

Kingston stopped by a car and rummaged in his pockets for his keys.  It
was now or never.  "Excuse me, Dr.  Kingston."

Michael Kingston looked up and looked at Paul.  "Yes?  Can I help you?"
he said in a guarded voice.

"You probably don't recognise me, but we worked together a few years
back."

Michael was quiet for a moments.  "Are you sure?  You barely look old
enough to be out of school.  Where did you meet me?"

"I helped clear your name in your legal case.  Look, I really need your
help and I think you'll be fascinated in my problem."

Michael turned and unlocked the car.  "I'm sure we've never met.  Now I
have to go, I'm late."

He doesn't want to know, thought Paul.  If he'll only listen for a few
minutes!  Michael opened the door of his car and climbed in.  That car
has central locking, noticed Paul.  When Michael had unlocked one door
he had unlocked them all.

Wasting no time, Paul shot round the car and leapt into the passenger
seat.  "What do you think you're doing?  Get out!" shouted Michael.

"Shut up, or I'll start screaming rape." This seemed to quiet Michael
down as he realised what sort of situation that would put him in.
"Okay, now you must have heard about Dr.  Anne Chamberlain and the sort
of research she is doing."

"Um, yeah.  So what?" He was obviously confused about the sudden twist
in the conversation by Paul.

"She's my ex-girlfriend."

"Your...ex-girlfriend.  I didn't know she was a lesbian."

"She isn't."

"But you just said..." Started Michael, totally lost by now.

"She is doing research into modifying a person's DNA by introducing an
engineered, but harmless, virus into their bodies."

Michael shrugged.  "So are a lot of people.  Any breakthrough is still
decades away."

"No, Anne's done it.  And she used me as her guinea pig.  In fact she
infected me with two different viruses.  Below the waist I'm still
male." Michael's eyes bulged a little at that statement.  "I'm Paul
Roberts, the lawyer that saved your ass."

"Oh, this is ridiculous.  Get out of my car now!"

"If that's the way you want it." Paul wound down the window.  "Help!
Rape!" he screamed out of the car window.

"Christ!  Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Paul smiled.  "Right, lets go back to your place and I'll give you some
more proof.  You do live alone?"

"Yeah."

The rest of the drive was in silence.  Paul looked at Michael, was he
really going to be able to help him?  Anne was near the top of her
profession while Kingston was working in some seedy establishment.  Of
course, that could be because of his poor reputation and it might have
nothing to do with his actual ability.  But what choice did he have?
At least Kingston would help him.

Michael's apartment was in a more upmarket part of the city.  He didn't
say anything until both he and Paul were indoors.  "Okay, now what the
hell is this all about?"

"A few days ago my girlfriend, Anne Chamberlain, found out I was seeing
other women.  She deliberately infected me with two DNA viruses.  So my
top half is female and the bottom half is male."

"You're mad," whispered Michael.

In response Paul started removing his blouse.  Michael started to
protest but Paul ignored him.  He didn't like having to do this at all,
but he had to give some proof or Michael was going to consider him a
lunatic.

He could feel Michael's eyes crawling over his breasts.  He hated them.
Every slightest movement they made reminded him of what Anne had done
to him.  She had stripped him of his near perfect male body and
replaced it with feminine softness.

Next he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.  He was wearing
matching panties, which did nothing to disguise the male genitalia he
possessed.

"My God, you are a man," gasped Michael.  "I'd never have guessed."

"You haven't been listening," snapped Paul.  "My top half IS female
now.  Based on Anne's niece, I believe.  The bottom half is that of
some lab assistant of hers.  If you ran DNA tests on skin from my arm
and my leg you'd get two different results."

Michael shook his head.  "It's impossible.  Technology like that does
not exist."

Paul sighed and pointed to just below his belly button.  "Look here.
There's the join."

Michael bent closer to get a better look.  The skin beneath a certain
point had a different texture and was just slightly darker than the
skin on Paul's upper body.  Maybe there was some truth in this crazy
story.

He stood up and Paul started to put his clothes back on.  "I still
can't believe you were Paul Roberts."

"I am Paul Roberts!  Remember the night before we went to court.  You
wanted to throw yourself on the mercy of the court and confess all.  It
took me several hours and a bottle of whisky to convince you to trust
me."

"So what do you want from me?"

"I want you to cure me," said Paul.  "I can't go back to Anne, she did
this to me in the first place."

"Cure you!  I haven't the first clue how that virus works." A thought
struck him.  "Is it contagious?"

"You only get it from intimate contact.  You're okay, you won't start
growing breasts."

Michael regarded the unwilling transsexual in front of him.  "This is
what I'll do.  Tomorrow I'll take two samples from you and run a simple
gene test on you.  If they match you're out of here, okay?"

Paul nodded, "Fair enough.  And when they don't match you'll start
looking for a cure."

"It's a deal.  Where are you staying?  I'll give you a lift."

"I haven't got anywhere.  I only got here a few hours back."

Michael thought for a moment.  He still couldn't believe that the
beautiful young creature in front of him was male.  Despite
incontrovertible evidence of his gender.  The face seemed so feminine.
Surely no man could look so good, so natural.  Maybe Paul's outlandish
story was true.  "Okay, you can sleep on the couch tonight.  Tomorrow
you look for somewhere permanent to stay."

Find a place of his own?  Paul had no real idea how long it would take
Michael to come up with a cure.  Until he did he was going to have to
support himself.  If he was careful with his money he could probably
get a reasonable apartment for a few months.  Surely it shouldn't take
any longer than that for Michael to undo the damage Anne had done to
him.

Paul helped Michael make the couch into a makeshift bed.  It wasn't
long before he was fast asleep.  The exertions of the day and the small
amount of sleep he had been getting had tired his new body.

Michael Kingston was going through stacks of various scientific
journals late into the night.  During her research Dr.  Chamberlain had
published many papers and Michael absorbed every one of them.  Their
tone was extremely cautious but the direction of her research clearly
pointed to the DNA-altering virus Paul claimed had affected him.

She must have made a huge breakthrough.  Then another thought struck
him.  This research was probably top secret.  Chamberlain might not
have announced her discovery even to the heads of the research
institute she belonged to.  Therefore, she almost certainly hadn't
registered any patents yet.  All he had to do was crack the secret of
the virus and file a claim and the untold millions the patent would
bring him would allow him to retire in luxury.

But he would have to be a hell of a lot cleverer than the last time he
had tried to pass someone else's research off as his own.  I'll worry
about that later, he thought.  First I'll have to see how it works.  If
I can restore Paul he could probably help me with the legal
difficulties.  He certainly would like to hurt Anne after what she did
to him.  This could restore his reputation and his fortune.



3.  Chapter



Paul slept better that night than he had since his transformation.  For
the first time there was light at the end of the tunnel.  It was just
after eight in the morning that Paul woke up.  It was very quiet in the
apartment.  Michael wasn't up yet.  The small amount of clothes he had
lay on a chair in a small pile.  He didn't like the idea, but he was
going to need new clothes.  Female clothes.  Well, at least he could
choose ones that were less revealing.

Normally he started the morning with some simple exercises.  He had let
them slip but he decided to do them while he waited for Michael to get
up.  It felt very different than when he did them in his old body.  His
upper body was far more supple than he was used to and his lower male
half was obviously far less fit and had been a stranger to exercise.
His breasts bobbed and tugged at his chest with every movement.  He had
to stop several times just to readjust his bra and stop his breasts
escaping.  Surely there was a bra designed to stop breasts popping out
during strenuous exercise.

He took his small bundle of clothes and locked himself in the bathroom.
In the shower he methodically cleaned his body.  It was still so alien
to him.  He still jumped every time he saw a young woman in the mirror.

He touched his breasts, lifting and holding them.  It felt so strange
to have such weights on his chest.  He felt his nipples start to
tingle.  They were a hundred times as sensitive as his old male nipples
and seemed to have a life of their own.  He remembered how they had
sprung erect when Jim in Julie's body had sucked him off.  He also
recalled how they had reacted during their mauling by the cop.  He
brushed the nipples lightly with his fingers and shivered at the
feelings he was getting.  Paul got out of the shower and tried to
ignore the odd sensations of his body as he towelled himself dry.

His long blonde hair seemed to take ages to dry and it took some effort
to comb the knots out.  Finally he was as satisfied as he could be
about his appearance and he headed out looking for breakfast.

Michael had appeared at last but still looked tired.  "Not much sleep?"
asked Paul.

"I was up late reading some of Chamberlain's papers.  Fascinating
stuff.  But there isn't any indication that she has developed a fully
working virus."

"She wants to stay ahead of the competition.  Not really surprising,
this is the discovery of the century.  Fame and fortune are hers if she
gets there before anyone else." Paul helped himself to a bowl of
breakfast cereal.  "So when can we start with testing my DNA?"

"Well...there's no time like the present."

"Your boss won't mind you dropping whatever you are doing now for
this?"

"No.  Not for something this important.  Quince has never really cared
for rules and regulations." Michael lapsed into silence as his mind
started to fill with questions.  How did the virus work?  Did it just
mask the old DNA or completely rewrite it?

Paul could barely wait till Michael was ready.  At last his nightmare
was approaching its end.  Soon he would be restored to full manhood.
After a hurried breakfast they were soon on their way to Michael's lab.

Paul's good mood was dampened somewhat as they neared Michael's
workplace.  "Stop the car!" he screamed.

Michael slammed on the brakes.  "What is it?" He asked.

Paul scrambled out of the car and over to the sidewalk.  Michael looked
around to see what had upset Paul so much.  All he could see was an
empty street.

Paul was looking down at the sidewalk where some broken glass was
scattered.  "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  My fucking car's been stolen!"
shouted Paul in frustration.  He should have known better than to leave
his car in an area like this overnight.  "They got my fucking credit
cards as well!"

"How much money have you got left?" Michael asked as Paul climbed back
into the car.

"Barely enough for a few days with my cards gone."

"Paul, I'm not going to be able to support both you and me.  My salary
is barely enough for me to live on as it is.  So you're going to have
to think about getting a job."

Paul stared at him.  "A job?"

"Yeah.  I could hardly pick and choose my own job after the trial and I
haven't got any savings.  It may take months to find a cure..."

"MONTHS!?" interrupted Paul.

"That's just a worst case scenario.  It probably won't come to that,
but you have to prepare for the worst."

The rest of the journey was done in silence.  Paul knew that wasn't the
worst case scenario.  At worst he would be stuck like this forever.
When they arrived outside Quince Biochemicals Paul could see the huge
black guard was on duty again inside.  He recognised Paul as he
entered.

"It's alright, Jeff," said Michael.  "She's with me."

"Has Mr.  Quince cleared her?" replied the guard.

"No, but I'll vouch for her," said Michael, a little uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm not sure.  You know what Mr.  Quince is like about
security."

"Okay.  Look, if you get one of your people to keep an eye on her while
she's here today.  Then I'll talk to Mr.  Quince and clear it with
him."

The guard thought about it.  "Okay.  But the first sign of trouble and
she's out.  Understand?"

"No problem.  You won't be any trouble, will you, Paula?"

Paul was momentarily confused by the feminine version of his name and
then shook his head.

As they walked down to the lab Paul said, "Paula?"

"Sorry.  It was all I could think of on the spur of the moment."

Paul was rather surprised by the lab.  It was nowhere near as well
equipped as Anne's.  Michael saw the look on Paul's face.  "I know, I
don't get the latest equipment here.  But what I've got should be good
enough."

Michael started to prepare to take samples from Paul.  Despite
Michael's assurances, Paul wasn't totally convinced.  The lab didn't
make sense to Paul, surely the company was too small to support a
research and development facility.  And the lab didn't seem part of any
production line.  It just didn't make sense to him.

Just then the door opened and another heavily muscled guard entered.
This one was white and bald.  He eyed Paul's large breasts, making no
effort to hide the lust in his eyes.

Paul did his best to ignore the guard as Michael took two small samples
of skin and some swabs from his mouth.  "Right I'll run some tests on
these."

Michael launched into a series of tests, none of which Paul understood.
Paul got bored sitting around and ended up helping Michael in his
experiments.

For Michael the time flew past.  Some simple tests with samples from
himself quickly established some change was happening.  But he needed
something more concrete to convince Quince this was something worth
researching.  He turned to the guard, "Bill, get one of the test mice."

The guard grudgingly did what he was told.  Paul looked on as Michael
prepared a syringe.  "You going to see if it has any effect on the
mouse?"

"From what I've read, the DNA virus should be able to alter any
mammalian DNA. You see, I need proof to take to Mr Quince otherwise he
isn't going to let me do the research you need to solve your problem."

The door to the lab burst open and in stalked an imposing man in an
immaculate suit.  "Speak of the devil," muttered Michael.

Quince was in his late thirties, his brown hair already going grey.
"What the hell is going on, Kingston?" he demanded.  Paul noted he
wasn't that tall, but he seemed to dominate everyone else in the room.
"I thought you knew better than to bring your girlfriend here."

"Mr.  Quince, I can explain.  Look at this." Michael quickly held the
mouse down and injected it with the solution.  I hope this works, he
prayed to himself.

Almost instantly the mouse started to writhe and change under his hand.
Michael jerked back his hand and stared at the mouse.  Its fur receded
and its arms and legs began to grow.  Its claws grew into impossibly
tiny fingers, recognisably human.  Then suddenly it stopped and the
twisted creature lay still, obviously dead.

Paul turned away and fought down the urge to be sick.

"What is that?" asked Quince in absolute disbelief.

"It's the reason I brought this person here.  Here, let me show you my
notes," answered Michael.  Quince went through the records asking
questions at various points as Michael explained Paul's story.

Paul's eyes were dragged unwillingly back to the dead mouse.  It hadn't
completed the change to human, it was still three quarters mouse.  He
turned to Michael.  "W-why didn't it change all the way?"

Michael thought for a moment.  "Probably the difference in size between
a human and a mouse was too great.  The mouse didn't have the resources
to complete the change and no human that size could live." He turned
back to Quince and continued explaining.  Quince was lapping it up, his
eyes bright with excitement and ideas.

Paul was chilled by the look.  He tried to shake it off.  At least
Quince would throw his whole weight behind the project now.  He went to
the far side of the lab and opened the window.  The fresh air helped
calm him down.  But in his stomach the fear remained.  The thing that
had killed the mouse and twisted its body was running free and
unchecked through every cell in his body.

He tried to think about something else.  He needed to get a job to
support himself.  How was he going to do that?  He couldn't be a lawyer
and he had no identity he could use.  When was this nightmare going to
end?

Paul felt eyes on him and turned around to see Quince staring at him in
lust.  But not the sexual desire most men had shown since he had become
half-female.  It was pure greed.  Quince didn't see a person, he saw a
meal ticket to a personal fortune.

Paul shuddered and turned away.



4.  Chapter



The man was in his early twenties, smelled fairly bad and had greasy
hair.  But what really filled Paul with disgust was the way that he was
drooling over Paul's breasts.

Paul wanted to just pummel the man's face in.  Instead he just smiled
and said, "Would you like fries with that?"

The man smiled.  "Yeah.  Say, what are you doing when you finish work?
Perhaps I could take you out for a drink?"

Paul glared at him and the man visibly paled.  "Or maybe not." He paid
for his burger and fries and retreated to one of the bolted-down
tables.

"I hate that the most about working here.  When the lowlifes try to
pick you up.  Why do they try?" Mandy asked in an annoyed tone.

Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash register.  "Maybe they get
turned on by the uniform."

Mandy flashed one of her broad smiles.  She was one of the bright spots
of Paul's day so far.  Mandy was shorter than Paul, barely reaching
five feet in height.  She had a mop of brown hair in a pageboy cut and
a slim athletic looking body.  Her breasts were small, but seemed the
perfect size to Paul.  Anything bigger would have left her body looking
unbalanced.  She looked a little like an elf would, and the first time
Paul had met her he had almost checked her for pointed ears.

Paul loathed the job itself.  It was utterly menial and needed no
mental effort whatsoever.  All he had to do was listen to the moronic
customers telling him what they wanted.  Then he had to push the
buttons on the till, each marked with pictures of the various pieces of
food on offer.  And then shout the order back to the kitchen.  He had
always looked down on the people who worked here as lazy idiots who
couldn't be bothered to work for a good job like his.

It had quickly become apparent when he had started looking for work
that he was qualified for only two jobs.  Serving burgers was
infinitely preferable to a night-club or strip joint.  So here he was,
in a dayglow yellow-and-green uniform, bored out of his skull.

He had been sleeping in Michael's apartment for over a week and had
rarely left it.  Michael had become insistent that he find a job and
moved out.  He said his stretched resources couldn't cover Paul as
well.  Paul had suggested asking Quince for a loan, but Michael had
refused point blank to do anything like that.

With the meagre salary from the burger bar he would just be able to
afford a dingy one room apartment.  This isn't forever, he kept telling
himself.  Just until Michael could come up with a cure.  To give him
his due, Michael was working flat-out on the virus.  Paul didn't really
see why he had to move out.  Surely the cure wouldn't take the several
months Michael had said it would?

He had blown about half his money buying some more underwear, which he
had needed.  In the lingerie section he had felt like an invader, as if
at any moment his true gender would be revealed.  If any of the
assistants thought he was anything other than a shy girl, they hadn't
let on.  He had made his purchases with the minimum of embarrassment
and left.

Paul realised Mandy was talking to him.  "Sorry?"

"I said it's time for our lunch break.  Unless you're enjoying yourself
too much."

Paul gladly followed her upstairs to a small room with a coffee machine
and some chairs.  He kicked off his shoes and sat down.  Mandy started
making some coffee as Paul flicked through some of the papers lying
around.

"What are you looking for?" asked Mandy.

"Somewhere to live.  But there's no place cheap enough for me to
afford."

Mandy sighed and sat down beside Paul.  "Yeah, I know what you mean.
I'm probably going to have to move out of my apartment because I can't
keep up with the rent.  It's a great place considering the money I pay
for it, but since the girl I shared it with moved back home I'm
struggling to meet the rent all the time." She paused and then added,
"So how about it, Paula?"

"How about what?" Paul asked.

"Share the rent with me, silly.  The spare bedroom is very nice."

Paul looked at Mandy.  He belatedly realised she was serious.  When
Mandy looked at Paul she didn't see a forty-year-old involuntary
transsexual.  Instead she saw a pretty girl, around her own age, down
on her luck.  Why not, thought Paul.  It was better than any other
options he had, and he had gotten along well with Mandy since he had
met her the day before.  "Thanks, Mandy.  I owe you for this."

"Nonsense.  It's us girls against the world, isn't it?"

"Uh...yeah." She is very cute, thought Paul.  He clamped down on that
feeling.  He knew it could only bring him trouble.

"So when can you move in?  Do you need a hand with your stuff?"

Paul laughed.  "Slow down.  I can move in now if you like, and all my
stuff will fit in one bag."

Mandy looked concerned.  "You've had some bad luck recently, haven't
you?" Paul nodded.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Uhh...no, not really."

"Okay, no problem.  If you do want to talk about it, I'll be there for
you."

Paul thanked her, glad that she hadn't pressed the issue.  He was going
to have to come up with a cover story at some point.



5, Chapter



"How is your research progressing, Doctor?" Quince asked.

Michael rubbed his eyes and looked up.  "It's going to take months to
work out how Chamberlain did it."

"But do you know enough about it to be able to use it?  Can you reverse
what was done to your friend?"

"I have two different DNA viruses here.  I've found a way to remove the
DNA signatures from the viruses, but that won't cure him.  These blank
viruses will pick up any DNA they come into contact with and
incorporate it into themselves.  So they'll immediately pick up the DNA
from his altered cells, and we're back where we started."

"But you can create viruses with anybody's DNA?"

Michael looked up and saw the glint in Quince's eyes.  "Theoretically,
yes.  But I have no idea if, in clearing Paul's DNA from the virus,
I've damaged it somehow.  It could be fatal."

Quince nodded.  "We'll wait until you're absolutely sure before we go
any further.  However, I would like you to produce some viruses using
DNA from other people."

"Sure," agreed Michael.  At the back of his mind he wondered what, if
anything, Quince had planned for the other viruses.  He knew better
than to ask.

"I still can't discover how to remove or replace a virus once someone
has been changed by it.  Paul is convinced Chamberlain knew how, but
she designed it.  It may take me a while to crack it."

"I fully understand," said Quince.  "You can't rush these things.  Let
me know if you make any breakthroughs." He turned and left the lab
without waiting for an answer.  He smiled as he walked back to his
office.  He had never seen Kingston so enthusiastic.

                            ****************

The blonde, buxom girl said hello as she entered the reception of
Quince Biochemicals.

Jeff smiled and replied, "Morning, Miss Roberts." His smile slowly
faded as she walked past.  Where did she fit in all this?  She seemed
to still be in her teens, but she had a maturity way beyond her years.
And there was something about the way she walked that didn't seem quite
right to him.

Paula Roberts had appeared a week before, in a desperate state
demanding to see Dr.  Kingston.  Eventually, Jeff had had to carry her
out of the building to get rid of her.  The next day, she had returned
with Kingston, and now was the center of some frenetic activity by both
the doctor and Quince.

He was still trying to fit all the pieces together when one of the
other security guards entered reception.  "Hey, Bill.  Could you look
after reception for a bit?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, okay.  Don't be too long, alright?"

"No problem.  Just got to answer a call of nature." Jeff made his way
back to the rear of the building.  He had been itching to have a look
all day to see if the information was correct.  But only now, towards
evening, was the building empty enough for him to risk it.  The door
was unmarked and locked, but Jeff had the key.  It was the almost total
access to every room in the building that had led Jeff to apply for the
job of security guard, and his references seemed perfect for the
position.

He quietly opened the door, and looked in at the darkened storeroom.
If his contact was correct, the box he was looking for would have been
delivered that morning.  A quick search of the room located the large
box tucked away in a corner.

Jeff opened the box.  It was full near to the brim with little bottles
of tablets.  He picked up one, and read the serial number.

It matched!  He pocketed the bottle.  It wouldn't be missed out out of
a full box.  Jeff closed the box and switched off the light.  He
slipped out of the room and locked it again.  Quince was very careful,
but at last Jeff had something on him.

He returned to the reception, and took over from the bald-headed guard
who was almost asleep on his feet.  Inside, Jeff was exultant, but he
was careful not to allow any of it to show on his face.  At last he was
getting somewhere.

                             ***************

"It's not great, but it's home." Mandy shut the front door and showed
Paul into the main room.

"You've got a nice place here.  Much better than what I could have
looked forward to on my own," Paul said.  He had been expecting a
small, dingy apartment.  And it was small, but Mandy had obviously put
a lot of thought into how to decorate the place.

Mandy showed Paul around.  There wasn't that much to see:  two small
bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom.  Paul dropped the bag carrying the
few belongings he had left and joined Mandy in the kitchen.

"Can you cook?" she asked.

"Very badly, I'm afraid," Paul replied.

"Same here.  Oh, well.  Let's see what we can come up with." Mandy
didn't have that much in the way of food, but together, Mandy and Paul
managed to make a reasonable dinner.

Mandy suggested they have a bottle of wine as a way to welcome Paul to
the apartment.  She was far more open and talkative away from the
burger bar and Paul couldn't help smiling along with her.  Mandy had
come to the city a few years before after what was left of her family
had fallen apart.  She was in fact twenty-one, which was about five
years older than she looked to Paul.

They finished off the wine almost before they realised it.  Paul felt
slightly drunk, which was unusual from so little alcohol.  Together
they sat on the one couch and watched an action film with Harrison Ford
in it.  About half an hour into the film, Mandy shifted her head over
and rested it on Paul's shoulder.

His first reaction was that this was a subtle come-on on Mandy's part.
Then he had to remember who he now appeared to be.  He still thought of
himself as a forty-year-old man instead of the young woman he appeared
to be.  As far as Mandy was concerned, it was a purely innocent action
so that she could see the television better.

Paul looked down at Mandy.  She was so close that he could smell her
intoxicating female scent.  He might look like a woman, but he was
still male where it counted.  In his silken panties, he could feel his
cock stiffening.  Perhaps it was a mixture of the wine and the odd
situation, but Paul felt a strong sensation of lust run through him.
Even his nipples were reacting to his thoughts.

He could imagine lowering Mandy to the floor and opening her blouse to
expose her perfectly formed breasts, kissing one, and drawing the
excited spike of her nipple into his mouth.  Then he'd slowly enter her
tight, wet pussy and bring her to several climaxes before powerfully
pumping his cum into her.

Paul looked down past his aroused breasts to see his erection.  It
wasn't blatantly obvious in the baggy pants he was wearing, but he had
better do something about it before Mandy noticed.  "Excuse me.  Have
to go to the bathroom."

Mandy lifted her head off his shoulder, and Paul stumbled out into the
hall and across into the bathroom.  Thankfully, there was a lock on the
door.  He virtually ripped his blouse and pants off.

His panties were at bursting point, and he gladly slipped them off to
expose his raging hard-on.  He grasped its hot length in his hand and
slowly started to masturbate.  His cock, like the rest of him, had been
altered by the DNA viruses.  It was no longer than his original penis,
but it was definitely thicker.

All that mattered to him now was relieving himself of the sexual
tension that had built up in him.  Paul concentrated on an image of
Mandy lying naked on a bed, waiting for him to come and fuck her brains
out.  He imagined her eagerly taking his cock deep into her throat.

By now he was pumping hard on his straining cock with one hand while
the other had slipped into his bra.  As he caressed his own breasts he
imagined they belonged to Mandy, despite the fact that they were much
bigger than hers.  The luxurious sensation from his breasts combined
with the pressure in his balls sent him over the edge, and he had an
explosive orgasm.  White cum splattered across the wall and on the
floor.  He managed to stop himself from crying out as he came.

The intensity of the orgasm left him a little shaky and drained.
Slowly, he came back to himself as he stood there, still absentmindedly
rubbing his super-sensitive nipples.  He quickly wiped himself down
with a towel and cleaned the semen off the floor and walls with toilet
paper.  Paul opened the window to clear the smell from the small room.
He quickly dressed and went back to join Mandy.

"You took your time.  Did you fall in?" she asked as Paul returned.

"No, I just don't rush," Paul said a little defensively.

"My Dad was like that.  Used to take the paper in with him and we never
saw him until he had finished it.  Are you alright?  You look a little
flushed."

"That's...just the wine.  It affects me like that sometimes." Paul was
glad to see Mandy accepted his explanation.

"Come on.  The film's just getting to a good bit.  Harrison Ford is
really sexy, isn't he."

Paul sat back down on the couch.  "He's okay, I suppose.  If you like
that sort of thing."

"Oh, come on!  Don't tell me you prefer big, muscle-bound Neanderthals.
He's far better than Schwartzenegger and those other morons.  Say, that
wine really does affect you.  Your face is bright red, Paula."



6.  Chapter



"Are you sure about this?" asked Quince.

"Enough to know we have a severe security breach." The other man was
small and wiry.  He wore an ill-fitting suit and was carrying a folder.
From the folder he produced several photographs.

Quince scanned each one.  They clearly showed one of his security
guards, Jeff Stockwell, in a bar with another man.  "Do we know who
this other guy is, Simonds?"

"He's a cop.  We don't know if Stockwell is a cop as well or just an
informant." replied Simonds.

"Damn.  How much do they know?"

"Not enough to move against us yet, obviously.  But it's only a matter
of time.  We should use this time to destroy any evidence and get out
while we can."

Quince sat down behind his desk.  He was quiet for several moments.
Simonds knew better than to disturb him.  Finally, Quince said, "Maybe
we could remove Stockwell from the scene."

"The second he disappears, this place will be raided.  You know that."
Simonds replied in a perplexed voice.

"Not if he doesn't disappear."

Simonds shook his head.  "Now you've lost me."

Quince smiled as he got up and headed to the door.  "Come on, I'll let
you in on a little secret."

                             **************

A sharp, pounding headache drew Jeff back to consciousness.  It took
him several long minutes to gather his wits.  He was lying on a bare
concrete floor in a small room.  It had no window and only one dim
lightbulb.

How had he gotten there?  He sorted his memories into some kind of
order.  He had been going back to the cheap room he was living in
during this operation.  Someone had been there, and had jumped him when
he had entered.

Had his cover been blown?  If it had, the question was what would
Quince do with him.  He struggled upright, and examined the door.  It
was a very solid wooden door, and even his strength wouldn't budge it.
All he could do was wait and hope that there was some opportunity he
could exploit.

Outside the door, three figures were standing.  "Okay, let's do it."

Simonds said, "I still think we could do with some more men.  Stockwell
is as strong as an ox."

Quince smiled.  "I think Bill will be able to handle him.  Open the
door."

Simonds unbolted the door and drew it open.

Jeff looked up to see Quince and Simonds standing in the room beyond,
but his attention was rapidly drawn to the far larger figure standing
between them in front of the door.  It was a heavily-muscled, black man
with Jeff's face!

He was frozen with shock.  The other man took the advantage and grabbed
Jeff, dragged him out of the room, forced him face down on the floor
and twisted Jeff's arm behind him to make sure he couldn't get up.

Jeff was in no position to try to get up; he was far too shocked.
Where could they have found someone who was absolutely identical to
him?  It was impossible!

Quince almost laughed.  He had gotten his tame doctor to make a
DNA-altering virus based on Jeff, and injected it into Bill.  It had
taken the better part of several hours to convince the bald, white
guard that it was safe.  Now, Bill was an exact copy of Jeff.  Quince
waved Simonds over, "Quickly, the syringe!"

Simonds carefully removed the syringe from the case he had been holding
tightly in his hands.  The last thing he wanted was to accidentally
inject himself with it.  He jabbed it inexpertly into Jeff's arm.
Quickly, he injected the syringe's clear contents into Jeff.  He stood
back and nodded to Quince.

"Okay, Bill, you can stand back now," Quince said calmly, despite the
excitement he felt.

The guard released Jeff and stepped away from his twin.

Jeff didn't know why he had been released, but he decided to make the
best of it.  He struggled to his feet, and was about to make a break
for it when the strangest feeling overcame him.  The arm which had been
injected felt different somehow.  He held out the arm in front of him
and his heart hammered with the shock of what he saw.

It was shrinking!  The well-defined muscles were just vanishing.  What
had they injected into him?  He brought his new, much smaller hand
closer.  It hadn't just shrunk.  It had been altered.

The skin on the arm, while still brown, was a shade or two lighter than
it should have been.  The hand itself was refined and much smaller than
his other hand, as if the bone structure had shrunk as well.

The area of strangeness was still spreading.  He felt the feeling of
alteration enter his left shoulder and start spreading across his upper
body.  Jeff was near to total panic.  Was he dying?

Then he felt his neck being rearranged.  It, too, was becoming slender
and losing most of the muscles around it.  "What have you done to me?"
cried Jeff, but his voice was no longer his own.  Instead of the bass
rumble he had been used to since adolescence, he now had a high,
feminine pitched voice.  He looked back at his changed hand.  It hadn't
shrivelled.  It was a woman's hand.  Somehow, whatever they had
injected into him was turning him female.

The virus worked its way up into his head, and he could feel long,
curly hair spilling onto his shoulders.  The rate of change was
speeding up now.  Under his T-shirt appeared two bumps, quickly
multiplying in size.  He slapped his hands over them in a desperate
effort to stop them growing, as if he could push the lumps back into
himself.  His breasts started to hurt from the pressure of his hands,
which were almost enveloped in the soft flesh he was acquiring.  His
mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.  He had tits, huge and
heavy.  He closed his eyes and tried to make them go away by sheer will
power, but he could still feel his large, jiggling breasts hanging from
his chest.

By now, the virus was reaching his crotch, and Jeff forgot all about
the mammaries he had grown.  He thrust his hand into his pants but it
was already too late.  The anatomy that greeted his hand was familiar,
but he had never expected to find it on himself.  He had a pussy!  His
cock and balls were gone.  As he searched for any sign of his former
maleness, his hips widened into a shape designed for childbirth.  Jeff
started whimpering in absolute shock and slowly collapsed to the floor.

Quince had watched Jeff's transformation from a burly guard to a
well-stacked slut with quiet fascination.  No one would believe that
the beautiful girl had ever been anything other than female.  Quince
had not been convinced that the virus could work on a human without
killing him.  Now he had seen it in action twice, and he knew it was
safe.  Dr.  Kingston still had no way to reverse the process, and he
was unsure if he could ever find one.  Quince had had to lie to Bill
before the guard had agreed to take Jeff's place.  It had also taken a
large sum of money that Quince had absolutely no intention of paying.

He walked over to the shivering woman.  He crouched beside her and
grabbed her face.  Her eyes were filled with pure terror.  "This is
what I do to people who betray me," he told her.  "You're going back in
your room for the night, and tomorrow you'll give me details of exactly
what you've been up to.  If you don't tell me the whole truth, you're
going to be stuck in that bitch's body for the rest of your life."

She didn't resist as he helped her up and put her back in the bare
room.  Quince knew that she was probably in deep shock, and probably
wasn't even able to remember her own name at that moment.  He hoped
that by the morning, she would have recovered enough to be
interrogated.

In the room, Jeff sat in a corner listening to the sound of her gasps.
Even they sounded feminine.  A part of her was screaming that this was
only a dream, that she was still male.  But, deep down, she knew that
was no longer true.



7.  Chapter



Some time had passed.  Jeff had no idea how much.  The small room had
no windows, only a low-powered lightbulb, so she couldn't even tell if
night had fallen or if it was already dawn outside.  The events of the
last few hours played relentlessly through Jeff's mind.  Somehow,
Quince had turned her from an imposing male cop into a well-endowed
woman.

For the first time since that impossible event had happened, Jeff
managed to calm herself down enough to examine her new body.  She
looked down at her chest.  When she had put the T-shirt on that
morning, it had been tight against her muscled torso and thick arms.
Now it was as loose as a tent.  It was still tight in one area though,
where her breasts stretched the material.

She closed her eyes and pulled the T-shirt off.  The soft curls of her
long hair brushed against her bare shoulders, but she ignored the
strange sensation as her eyes drank in the incredible sight before her.
Two brown globes of feminine flesh sat heavily on her chest.  They were
beautiful breasts; large but firm, with perfect skin.  Gently, she held
them in her small hands.

They were real, not some prosthetics.  She could feel her hands lifting
her new breasts.  She released them and ran a finger over one nipple.
It was huge compared to her old male nipple, and much more sensitive.
She ran her finger around it.  The nipple tingled and grew.

She grasped her teat between her fingers and pulled gently.  It felt
good.  Jeff felt herself get turned on by both the feeling and the
sight of her naked feminine flesh.  Her crotch became aroused, but it
felt so different from what she was used to.  It felt a little like an
erection, but somehow inside her.  She didn't feel the familiar
tightness in her pants that she was used to.

Then Jeff remembered what she had felt there before Quince had put her
back in the room.  Her small hands struggled at the belt which was now
loose around her impossibly small waist.  She pushed her pants and
shorts down over her wide hips and gasped in shock.  It was gone!  She
was no longer a man.

Nestled in a sparse mat of pubic hair was the unmistakable shape of a
woman's pussy.  She stared at her new feminine equipment for several
minutes until her hand moved down to explore it.  Jeff could feel the
first hesitant touches of her fingers on the lips of her new vagina.
It was real.  Then the lips parted and her dainty fingers pushed into
the moist passage.  The sensation of even that small penetration was
almost too much for Jeff's overtaxed brain.

Slowly she started to probe her vagina.  As she did so she felt a
pleasurable need building up in her.  Her fingers reached her clitoris
and she gave a soft gasp at how sensitive it was, like a miniature
penis.

She arranged her clothes on the floor and lay back on them.  With one
hand she caressed one of her breasts, and with the other she started to
work at her excited cunt in earnest.  Jeff retreated into the
sensations of being a woman in heat.  By now she had all four fingers
of her hand in her vagina.  The feeling of penetration was so alien, so
exciting.

The erotic sensations continued to build until she reached an orgasm.
She arched her hips as if to meet an imaginary lover as the erotic
sensations shot through her body.  It was similar to a male orgasm but
not nearly as centered on her crotch and it seemed to take forever to
die down.

For a long time Jeff lay there, not thinking about anything in
particular.  Slowly, she returned to herself.  She was more than a
little embarrassed about what she had just done with herself.  She
rationalized her excitement as the natural effect of being confronted
with a shapely girl's body.  Even if it was now hers.

Jeff looked around the room.  She had to find a way out of there.  She
quickly dressed in her now ill-fitting clothes, trying to ignore the
feeling of her breasts bobbing on her chest and her wide hips
swivelling as she walked around the room.  The only way in or out of
the room was a solid door.  Even in her old body, Jeff would have been
unable to break open the door.  Her only hope would be to make a run
for it when her captors opened the door.

And go where?  She would never be able to convince her fellow policemen
that she had been Jeff Stockwell.  At best they would think she had got
the information from their missing colleague.

Maybe Michael Kingston could help her.  Jeff knew he didn't work
totally voluntarily for Quince.  On the other hand, Kingston might just
turn her over to Quince.  All that was totally irrelevant if she
couldn't escape.

Jeff crouched down in the corner and crossed her arms under her
breasts.

                           ******************

"She does look cute.  You picked the donor well, Mr.  Quince."

Jeff heard her voice speaking at a distance.  That wasn't her voice,
she realised.  That was Bill in her body.  Her eyes snapped open to see
Quince and her old body standing over her.  She had fallen asleep and
wasted her one opportunity!

Quince smiled coldly at Jeff, "Come on.  It's time for our little
chat."

Jeff climbed unsteadily to her feet.  Bill escorted her out into the
main room.  There was a camp bed in the middle of the room.  Quince
gestured Jeff to go and sit on it.  Jeff did as she was told.  She felt
terribly vulnerable in her new feminine body, and the way Bill was
ogling her curves didn't help.  Quince sat next to her.  Jeff was
uncomfortable at having a man so close to her.

Quince leaned over to Jeff and said "Now, co-operate and you'll be back
to your old manly self soon." Jeff said nothing.  Quince hoped she
hadn't had a mental breakdown from the sudden drastic change she had
undergone.  "Jeff, tell me who in the police force you were working
with."

Jeff sat hunched up on the bed.  Quince could see she was shivering.
"You don't work for the local cops, do you?  You probably come from
another city.  So the chances anyone would recognize you are a cop are
much smaller.  Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you now, and
unless you want to stay a cute little girl, you'll answer my
questions." Quince brushed a long curl out of Jeff's face.  "You are
very good looking.  Perhaps you like being an attractive female."

Quince could see Jeff was on the edge of total panic.  It was time to
offer Jeff a way out.  "All you have to do is give me the names of the
officers you worked with here who know who you are."

A part of Jeff desperately wanted to give Quince the information, but
she managed to fight it down.  What would Quince do to them to protect
the racket he had going here?  At best they would be transformed like
she had been.  Jeff had only known the small group she had been working
with for under a month, but she wouldn't betray them to Quince.

"Fuck off, Quince," Jeff said with all the force she could muster.  She
could hear the conviction in her high, lilting voice, but it had none
of the power she was used to.  She had used her voice as a weapon,
often managing to bellow people into submission.  Now it was as weak
and female as the rest of her.

Quince sighed.  "I hoped you were going to be reasonable about this."
He looked up at Bill and nodded.

The guard opened a small case he was holding and produced a syringe.
Jeff's eyes widened in shock.  "No," she moaned in fear.  Not again!
She jumped to her feet and bolted for the door.  Bill made no move to
stop her as she rushed past.  She reached the door, tried to open it,
and failed.

"You'll need this," said Quince waving a key.  Jeff turned around and
lunged at Quince, but she was grabbed by Bill in an iron grip.  Quince
took the syringe from Bill.  As Jeff fought to escape, Quince took one
of her arms and carefully injected the contents of the syringe into
her.

Quince and Bill stood back.  Jeff was sick with horror.  What were they
going to change her into now?  Several seconds passed and Jeff began to
feel very odd, as if she was somehow disconnected from what was
happening.  It hadn't been another dose of whatever had changed her.
They had drugged her!  Her vision was blurred as if there was some thin
cloth in front of her eyes.  Jeff tried to fight the intoxicating
effects of the drug and turned again towards the door.

Just then, her long, shapely legs buckled.  Bill managed to catch Jeff
in time, and half-carried, half-walked her back to the bed.  Bill sat
down on the bed and propped Jeff against his chest.  Jeff could feel
Bill's arm around her waist keeping her upright.

Quince squatted down and looked into Jeff's glazed eyes.  He waited a
few more seconds for the drug to take full effect.  The drug put its
users into an almost semi-conscious state.  In that condition they were
far more open to suggestion, and easier to question.  "Jeff," he said
quietly.  "Listen to my voice.  You are calm, relaxed.  Everything is
going to be okay."

"Okay," mumbled Jeff.

"You feel warm and safe.  Bill will look after you, you trust him."
Quince saw a small smile on Jeff's face.

Quince nodded to Bill.  He took his cue and started to gently stroke
Jeff's arm with his free hand.  He felt a little odd cuddling someone
who had been a brawny male until just a few hours before, but Jeff was
a very attractive woman now.  Jeff reacted to the caresses.  Her
nipples, already prominent under the T-shirt, grew erect.

"Tell me who you worked with at the police department."

Jeff's brow creased with a frown.  "I can't."

Quince was quiet but insistent, "You must.  We are your friends.  You
must tell us so we can help your other friends." Bill moved his hand up
to one of Jeff's aroused breasts and lightly brushed the nipple.  Bill
wasn't usually very interested in any form of foreplay, but Quince had
been very insistent about what he must do.

Jeff squirmed in Bill's embrace.  The girl was getting very turned on.
Quince watched with interest, "Help us.  Or we can't help you." He told
Jeff.  Bill recognised his cue and removed his hand.

Jeff shook her head again, but it was obvious she was weakening.
Quince knew the inbuilt desires of Jeff's body, combined with the near-
hypnotic power of the drug, were battering down her resistance.  He
nodded to Bill again.

Bill's arm was wrapped around Jeff's torso, and his hand was thrusting
inside her T-shirt, gripping the sensuous globe of Jeff's left breast.
With his other hand, Bill loosened the belt of Jeff's pants and reached
inside.

Jeff gave a long erotic moan as Bill's hand touched her pussy.  Bill
started to massage the excited clitoris, and Jeff instinctively spread
her legs.  Quince gave a signal to Bill and he reluctantly stopped
masturbating Jeff.  Bill had all but forgotten Jeff's previous manhood,
and just wanted to fill her tight cunt with his long, thick cock.

"Help us," Quince said again.  "Tell us what you know and Bill will be
able to make you feel good again." He watched the internal battle going
on in Jeff as the last vestiges of resistance were washed away.

Slowly and in a soft, dreamy voice Jeff told Quince what he wanted to
know.  Only eight officers in total knew about the operation, and that
included the precinct captain.

When Jeff had finished, Quince said, "Well done.  You've been very
helpful.  Now do you want to be left alone?"

"No," protested Jeff.  "I want Bill to touch me."

"Very well.  Bill, she's all yours." Quince smiled as he packed up his
notes.  It had been unfair to ask Jeff that question.  The drugged cop
had been so primed by Quince's suggestions that she wouldn't be able to
think about anything but sex for quite a while.  At least until the
drug wore off.  As he was leaving he turned to see Bill pull Jeff's
T-shirt off, revealing a magnificent pair of breasts.  Quince was
almost as turned on as Bill, but he knew better than to risk fucking
the new woman.  he didn't particularly want to end up as Jeff's twin
sister.

Jeff felt Bill's hand cup and massage her breasts.  She looked up at
the large black man leaning over her.  Bill's face was familiar, but in
Jeff's befuddled state she couldn't work out why.  Her nipples were
tingling in their aroused state and she gasped at their sensitivity.
At some level she knew that she had only become female very recently,
but she could only concentrate on what was happening to her at that
moment.

Jeff was lowered to the bed by Bill.  She felt hands at her waist as
her pants and boxer shorts were pulled down her smooth legs.  Then Bill
stood and quickly stripped his own clothes off.  Jeff watched Bill's
cock spring erect into view.

In the back of her mind she felt fear as part of Jeff tried to resist
the drug.  But the rest of her drank in the view of Bill's member,
knowing it could fill the aching need in her.  Bill climbed back onto
the bed and rolled on top of Jeff.

The air whooshed out of Jeff as the heavy weight of the man pressed
down on her.  But she was concentrating on the hot bar she could feel
on her stomach.  Bill lifted his pelvis and guided his cock to the
opening of Jeff's pussy.  Jeff felt a desperate need to be penetrated
that washed away the last few defences she had.

Without warning, Bill thrust his hard length as far as possible into
Jeff's wet cunt.  Jeff bucked under Bill.  The feeling was so alien,
yet so good.  She could feel every inch of Bill's member buried in her
pussy.  Bill started to pound hard into her with little consideration
for Jeff's satisfaction, but Jeff was so turned on by the conditioning
given under the drug that she was already well on her way to orgasm.

Bill grabbed Jeff's slender wrists and held them against the bed as he
drove his cock deep into the drugged woman's slick vagina.  For Jeff,
the erotic sensations were growing beyond belief.  Just when she
thought they wouldn't get any better, they did.  She felt a pressure
building up in her, and suddenly waves of orgasmic pleasure rolled over
her body.  She could hear her own voice giving a high pitched scream of
pure satisfaction.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around Bill's waist and pulled him
as deeply as she could into her.  Jeff could feel Bill twitching inside
her as he reached his own orgasm and pumped his cum deep into her.

They remained locked together as they slowly came down from their
climaxes.  Bill was amazed by the response he had gotten from the
former male.  He had never had a real girl respond in such an erotic
manner.  Slowly, his erection softened and he withdrew from Jeff's
pussy.  He stood up and started to put his clothes on.  All in all it
was a great shame that Quince had told him to kill Jeff after the
interrogation.  The former guard was a really good fuck.



8.  Chapter



Jeff could feel herself being jerked around as she returned to
consciousness.  She opened her eyes and blearily looked around.

She was strapped into a car being driven over some waste ground.  All
around were factory buildings that seemed to have been in disuse for
some time.  How did she get here?

Jeff looked over at the driving seat and snapped fully awake.  Her old
male body with Bill inside was there.  Jeff gasped as she remembered
what he had done to her.  No, what she had let him do to her.  She had
spread her legs and virtually begged him to fuck her.  She might have
been under the influence but that didn't really help her come to terms
with how her new femininity had been used.

Bill pulled the car up to one of the buildings.  He turned off the
engine and turned to look at Jeff.  She flinched under his gaze.  She
was so small and weak now that she would be totally unable to stop him
from doing anything he wanted to with her.

"Quince told me to take you out and get rid of you.  Your cop buddies
would just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found you out
here." His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts
he was being serious.  "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff.  The way
you enjoyed me pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen
whore houses around here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be
happy with me." Bill started the car and pulled out of the disused
factory.  "Of course, no one can tell Quince where you are if no one
sees you.  I've always wanted my own personal whore."

Jeff was praying for this nightmare to be over.  A part of her was even
wishing Bill would kill her so she could escape her new self.  In less
than a day she had lost her manhood and had sex with a man who had
stolen her body.  She could feel her long hair around her shoulders.
Her generous breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement of the
car.  Between her legs, her pussy still tingled from the fucking she
had received.  Did her future hold nothing more than being this
monster's sex slave?  "I-if you think I'm going to let you rape me
again, think again."

Bill laughed.  "I didn't rape you.  You wanted it, remember?"

"That was the drug.  If you try it again I'll make you regret it," Jeff
said defiantly.  Even if Bill locked her up, she would be able to find
some way to escape.

"This body of yours suits me fine, even if it is black," he replied.
"So I doubt you could stop me, but you are right.  Forcing you won't be
nearly as much fun as the cock-crazed slut that drug made you into.  So
I brought a month's supply with me." Bill jerked a thumb to the back of
the car.

Jeff craned her head round to see a sports bag resting on the back
seat.  Carefully, so as not to alert Bill, she tried to open the car
door.  The door was jammed, and where the door lock should have been
there was just a space.  She was trapped.

By now the car was entering a run down residential area.  Bill parked
by what appeared to be an almost derelict three-story building.  He
opened his door, and then grabbed Jeff and the bag, and dragged them
from the car.  Jeff started screaming for help and kicking ineffectual
at him.  As Bill dragged her through the building Jeff saw people
looking at her through nearly closed doors and he knew none of them
would come to her aid.

Bill stopped by one door and unlocked it, while holding Jeff at arm's
length.  When the door was opened, he threw her bodily into the
apartment.  Jeff struggled to get her breath back, but even as she
climbed to her feet she heard the door slam.  Bill opened the bag and
brought out an already prepared syringe.

Jeff turned and ran through the fair-sized apartment.  All the windows
had metal grills on them, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't
open them.  Bill advanced on her slowly.  Suddenly, he pulled her arm
behind her and held her immobile as he carefully injected the drug into
her.

Bill released Jeff, and she staggered away.  She looked at his smiling
face in horror.  He owned her now, and with that drug she would become
a willing slave.

As the drug started to take hold, she heard his voice permeating
through the very core of her being.  "Relax.  You are safe here.  This
is your home.  I am Bill, your master.  Your name is whore, you'll
answer to no other.  You love me and will do anything I ask." Dreamily
she noticed she was sitting in an armchair, but could not remember how
she got there.

Bill carefully repeated the suggestions over and over while Jeff was
sprawled out in an armchair.  Finally he asked Jeff, "What is your
name?"

The woman's face split in a sexy grin.  "My name is whore, Master," she
replied with relish.  Bill grinned broadly.  He was glad now that he
had listened to Quince's description of how the drug worked.  "Remove
your clothes.  As my pet, you won't need them."

Jeff slowly undressed herself, revealing her beautiful curvy body.
Bill could feel his cock becoming erect again.  "Show your Master how
much you love him.  Suck my cock."

Jeff slid off the chair and kneeled before Bill.  At the back of her
mind she was aware of what was happening, but she was powerless,
totally unable to stop sucking Bill's cock.  She was his slave and
there was no way out.



9.  Chapter



"Hurry up!" Mandy shouted from outside Paul's bedroom.

"I'll be ready in a minute!" Paul replied, and turned back to the
mirror.  The girl that stared back at him no longer startled him as
much as she used to, but he was still far from comfortable with his new
form.

He was wearing a flowing long skirt which covered his legs.  He would
have preferred to have worn jeans, but they just made his masculine
lower half too obvious for his liking.  Paul fiddled with the buttons
on his white blouse.  He had never really noticed that woman's blouses
had the buttons on the other side from those of men's shirts.  Finally
he had it done up.  The blouse covered his large breasts, but couldn't
really hide them.  Well, it would have to do.  To finish up, he slipped
on a black jacket.  It was obviously feminine, but was far better than
some of the items Mandy had tried to get him to buy when they had gone
shopping the previous weekend.

Paul checked his face in the mirror.  His experiments in make-up hadn't
been very successful, but he felt he had mastered the basics of
lipstick.  He went to the door and slipped on his shoes.  The two-inch
heel had made him a little unsteady at first, but at least they
restored some of his lost height.

Mandy was waiting for him outside his door.  "At last!  What have you
been up to in there?"

"Sorry.  I'm a bit tired tonight."

"Oh no!  You're not getting out of it tonight.  You've locked yourself
in here every evening.  Well tonight, we are going out."

Paul knew better than to argue with Mandy.  She could be very stubborn
when she felt like it.  "Okay, okay.  Where are we going?"

"The Roxy.  One of the best clubs around." She looked Paul up and down.
"Don't you think your outfit is a little conservative?"

Paul looked at Mandy's short, tight pink dress.  "It's what I like."

"You've got a good body.  You should show it off more.  Next payday you
and me are going to go and get something that'll have all the boys
drooling on the floor."

"Terrific," said Paul unable to disguise his lack of enthusiasm.

It was still fairly early when they arrived at the club, and the queue
wasn't very long.  Soon they were inside.

The music was being pumped out at a loud level, and the dance floor was
heaving with people.  Paul felt even more out of place than normal.
Virtually everyone there was half his age.  He turned to see Mandy
heading over to the bar.  He hurried to catch up.

She ordered a couple of cocktails, and they settled down at an empty
table.  After a while, Paul started to relax and enjoy himself.  They
talked about the people they worked with at the fast food joint, and
cracked jokes at their boss's expense.

Almost before he knew it, he had knocked back several drinks and they
were starting to go to his head.  Mandy had gone back to the bar to get
some more and Paul caught himself admiring her curves.  Her tight dress
left little to the imagination on her petite frame.  It was the one
frustration with living with Mandy.  Paul could never have her, and
even if he did, Mandy would run the risk of contracting the
DNA-altering virus.

Paul was a little concerned to notice two men walk up to Mandy as she
was making her way back to the table.  She said little, and though Paul
wasn't certain under the club's lighting, she seemed to be blushing.

As Mandy sat down, the two men joined her and Paul at the table.  They
were in their late teens, and were fairly fit-looking.  They introduced
themselves as Bruce and Steven and it was obvious what they were after.

Paul was fairly surprised that Mandy didn't tell them where to go.  He
glanced over and saw she was definitely embarrassed.  He was quite
surprised.  This was a side of her he hadn't seen before.  Paul kept
the conversation going while he tried to work out how to get rid of
them.

The two boys had obviously decided which girl each of them wanted, and
Paul ended up talking to Steven.  It was rather odd and a bit exciting
to be pursued by someone, even a boy.  Bruce had his arm around Mandy
already and it was clear she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't seem
to be doing anything about it.

Paul looked across the dance floor looking for an escape route.  Then
he saw the entrance to the toilets.  He turned to Steven, "You'll have
to excuse me for a few minutes.  I have to visit the little girl's
room.  Coming Mandy?"

Mandy extricated herself from Bruce and gladly followed Paul to the
women's toilets.  Paul guessed that the two boys were asking themselves
why women always go to the bathroom in pairs.  Inside, several other
women were standing around chatting.  Paul turned to Mandy.  "You
okay?"

Mandy smiled weakly.  "Yeah, sorry about that.  I get shy around boys.
I don't want to spoil it for you."

Paul laughed.  "Don't worry.  I don't think much of mine either."

Mandy was getting her old confidence back.  "Shall we go somewhere
else?"

Paul nodded.  He didn't want to spend another second with Steven and
Bruce if he could help it.  Several minutes later they slipped out of
the toilets and made it to the exit without being seen by the two boys.

They made their way through several streets trying to decide where to
go next.  "What about that club over there?" Paul asked.

"It's a gay and lesbian night-club." Mandy replied.

"Oh." Was all that Paul could say in reply.

Mandy stopped.  "Actually, it's not a bad idea.  Come on."

Paul called after her, but Mandy had already disappeared inside.
Cursing under his breath, he followed her.

Inside the club was like another world, there were men dancing with
other men and drag queens.  There were also quite a few women.  Paul
went over to Mandy, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye.

Mandy smiled at his discomfort.  "Relax.  Many hetero friends of mine
go here.  The big advantage is that the men here are only interested in
other men.  We can have a quiet drink in peace."

"I see what you mean." said Paul.  He wondered if the men would be
interested in him if they knew what he had in his panties.

Paul soon grew accustomed to seeing people of the same sex kissing, and
it was nice not to be eyed up by predatory males all the time.  He did
get propositioned at the bar by a very stunning woman in her early
thirties.  It was the first time any woman had shown any interest in
him sexually since his change.

"Uhh...thanks, but I'm with the girl in the pink over there." Paul
replied.

The woman smiled.  "No harm in asking.  She is cute, though, isn't
she?"

"Yeah," said Paul, smiling.

The woman smiled, "Well, if you two ever want a third partner, let me
know."

"I'll do that." Paul wore a big grin all the way back to Mandy.

"Who was that?" asked Mandy as Paul brought the drinks back to the
table.

"My secret admirer.  I only got rid of her my saying you were my
lover."

Mandy laughed.  "What did she say?"

"She said you were very cute and sexy."

They were both giggling uncontrollably by this point.  They were more
than slightly drunk by now.  Mandy knocked back her drink in one go.
"Fancy a dance?"

"Are you serious?" Paul said.  He wanted nothing more than to dance
with this sensuous creature.

"Yeah.  Go on.  There's no harm in it."

Paul smiled.  "Why not."

The dance floor was fairly packed, and Paul and Mandy were fairly close
together.  The music was fast and furious.  Paul had no idea what the
type of music was called.  He had never really kept up with young
people's music culture.  Dancing seemed to involve throwing yourself
around vaguely in tune to the beat, and there was little or no contact
between the dancers.

After a couple of indistinguishable tracks a slower love song was put
on, and the various couples started to move together.  He turned to
Mandy to see her advancing with a wide drunken grin on her face.  Paul
knew that this wasn't really a good idea, but she was so sexy he
couldn't resist her.

Mandy wrapped her arms around Paul and pulled him to her.  He could
feel their breasts touching.  Paul put his own arms around Mandy and
held her soft body.  Was she really a lesbian or was this just her idea
of a joke?  Paul couldn't decide, and eventually gave up and enjoyed
the feel of a woman in his arms.

As the song continued, Mandy and Paul moved closer together.  He
realised with a start that one of his hands had drifted down to Mandy's
rounded ass and he was stroking the rounded flesh through the thin
dress.  Paul didn't know what to do.  Then he felt Mandy clasp his own
ass in response.

Paul looked down at her in surprise to see her looking at him with lust
in her eyes.  Their faces got closer and closer together, and then they
were kissing.  Deeply and lovingly.  At last Paul was doing what he had
been fantasising about for over a week.  He could feel his cock
straining in his panties and his nipples were tingling in arousal.

Several songs later they left the floor arm in arm and headed back to
the bar.  Paul didn't know what to say and Mandy seemed content to gaze
lovingly at Paul with a little smile on her face.  After several more
drinks Paul realised hazily that he was getting very drunk.

Together, they made their way unsteadily home.  Whenever Paul would try
and discuss what had just happened Mandy would kiss him.  Paul couldn't
see a way out.  He had made several advances to Mandy, and she had
responded.  It wouldn't be so bad if he was completely female.  At
least then he could have sex with her.

Back at the apartment Paul was getting worried.  What was she going to
do if she discovered Paul's masculinity?  How could he let her down
without hurting her?

"So," Mandy said with a sly smile.  "Are you ready for bed yet?"

"I think I'll stay up for a bit.  You go off to bed."

Mandy walked carefully into her room and closed the door.  Paul
breathed a sign of relief.  For the first time in his life he had had
to persuade a woman NOT to sleep with him.

Just as he was preparing to head off to his own room.  Mandy reappeared
with some cans of beer.  She gave one to Paul and popped another open.
"You're still drinking?" Asked Paul in disbelief.

"Hey, when I party.  I really PARTY!"

They sat drinking for a few minutes.  Then Mandy moved closer to Paul.
He was just trying to think of an excuse to get rid of her when she
thrust her hand into Paul's groin.

The unexpected move brought a shriek from Paul.  He could feel her hand
wrapped around his cock.  Oh hell, he thought.

Mandy sat back and took a swig of her beer.  "I thought so," she said.

Paul was surprised to hear no anger in her voice.  In fact she was
smiling.  "How...?"

"When we were dancing you had a raging hard-on.  How could I fail to
notice that thing prodding into me?"

"I'm sorry about this, Mandy.  I should have explained." he said.  Paul
was desperately trying to get his drink-addled brain into gear.

Mandy put down her drink and leaned over to Paul.  "Shut up and kiss
me."

It took several seconds for Paul to understand what Mandy had said, and
then he did as he was told.  He felt himself surrendering to the
inevitable.  His hand caressed Mandy's breast.  Her own hands were
running along the length of his stocking-clad thigh.

They stood and gripped each other in a passionate embrace.  He wanted
her so badly.  He wanted to be her man.  They made their way into
Mandy's bedroom.  It took some effort in their drunk state to get
undressed, but after some stumbling around they managed it, and for the
first time, Mandy stood naked in front of him.

She truly was beautiful.  Her breasts were topped with aroused and very
inviting nipples.  Her body was soft and erotic.  Mandy, in turn, gazed
in amazement and hunger at Paul's erect cock and sensuous breasts.

They fell onto the bed together and started an extended bout of
foreplay.  They sucked and teased each others breasts.  The feeling of
Mandy's tongue on his own excited nipples was exquisite.  He just
wanted to hold her head to his breast so she could nurse.  He caught
himself wondering what it would be like to breastfeed.

After many long minutes, Paul swung around and began lapping at Mandy's
aroused cunt.  Mandy responded with a series of yelps each time his
tongue ran over her clitoris.  He felt some pulling and tugging at his
own almost painfully hard cock, and he knew he could hold himself back
no longer.

Mandy released his cock, and he turned around on the bed and slipped
between her legs.  Mandy reached up and grasped Paul's heavy breasts,
and breathed, "Fill me up, Paula.  Now!"

Paul couldn't refuse her.  He sank his prick in one smooth motion deep
into her eager pussy.  Mandy arched her back and moaned as Paul started
to thrust into her.

Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Paul's breasts.  It hurt, but
Paul was finding almost every sensation a turn on.  Paul was lost for a
time, and then he felt Mandy wrap her legs around him, stopping his
thrusting.  Smiling she pushed him over onto his back.

"Spread your legs," she said in a breathless, excited voice.  Paul
complied, and Mandy lay between his thighs, still locked together.
They were still in the missionary position, but now Paul was
underneath.

Mandy started thrusting.  Paul wrapped his own arms and legs around her
and drew her down with each thrust.  The feeling of her hot, young body
against pushed him to new erotic heights.  He wondered what it would be
like to have a vagina and to be penetrated so intimately.

He could feel a familiar feeling building in his balls.  "I'm coming."
he said in a voice very similar to Mandy's, and as equally excited.

In response, Mandy rode his cock at an even faster rate.  She was
almost at the edge herself.  Paul eyes were fixed on Mandy's pert
breasts, which were now covered by a sheen of sweat.  Paul felt himself
about to orgasm and he wrapped his legs around her, drawing her body
tight against his, as he climaxed strongly into her.  Mandy was in the
throes of her own orgasm as she felt Paul's cock pulsing inside her.

They collapsed together and held each other, saying nothing.  Paul
wasn't sure if Mandy finding out was a good thing, but at least much of
the tension he had been feeling had been released.

Soon they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.  Paul had a
nagging doubt he had forgotten something, but in his inebriated state
he couldn't remember what it was.



10.  Chapter



Michael Kingston had never been invited out to Quince's house before.
It wasn't a large house, but being well out of the city, it had a
fair-sized field which contained several expensive horses.  Apart from
his company, they were the only thing Quince showed any real interest
in.

It had taken Michael over an hour and a half to get there.  He hoped he
wouldn't be delayed here long by whatever Quince wanted.  He had hit a
brick wall in his research of the DNA-altering virus.  He had been
working on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn't see any
way to reverse the process without a great deal of danger to the
subject.  Nearly every day, Paul would journey to his lab to see if any
progress had been made.  Paul could never quite hide his disappointment
when Michael told him he hadn't made the breakthrough that day.

As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses.  He turned as
Michael approached.  "There you are, Doctor.  I need you to do a little
job for me."

"Of course, Mr Quince." Michael wondered what it was this time.  Quince
said he was as interested as Michael in unlocking all the secrets of
the virus.  However, Quince had made Michael produce 'samples' of the
virus based on over twenty different people, most of whom Michael
hadn't even met.  Quince, or his lackey, Simonds, would bring a sample
of blood and tell him to produce a virus based on it.

He knew better than to question Quince, but he had a feeling that
however bad the situation was, before Paul arrived, it had gotten
worse.

"These are top breeding stock.  It's taken me years to get horses this
good.  Now, this virus of yours will work on any animal?"

"Yes.  As long as the as the subject and the design that the virus is
carrying is of the same mass I see no problem.  You want me to produce
a virus based on these horses, don't you?"

Quince smiled.  "Yes.  I know you don't like me or what I do for a
living, but in a few weeks I plan to move on.  If you want to leave
then, that's fine by me."

Michael didn't believe Quince for a second.  It had taken a few weeks
to discover what really went on at Quince Biochemicals, after Michael
had started working there.  Under the cover of the company, Quince had
been distributing stolen drugs and chemicals around the country.
Quince avoided illegal drugs like cocaine, and concentrated on
controlled, but legal, substances.  When Michael had made the mistake
of confronting Quince, he had been threatened.  Quince had said that if
he tried to involve the police he would be in very great danger.

Since then, Quince had been reasonably civil, but Michael knew not to
cross him.  The chance to finally get away from him seemed too good to
be true, and it probably was.  "I'm working flat out, but the chances
of me being able to find a cure in that time are fairly low."

Quince nodded, still watching the horses.  "Just do your best, Doctor."
He climbed through the fence, "I'll help you get the samples you need."

Michael followed Quince.  He still couldn't see any way out of the
predicament he had been stuck in for the last few years.  He had been a
fool to tell Quince about the virus, but he had been too excited to
think straight at the time.

Quince calmed the horses while Michael struggled to extract some blood
samples from them.  They had the greatest difficulty in calming the
young horse, which couldn't have been more than a few months old.
After he had got enough blood from them, Quince sent him back to the
lab to produce the samples.

When he finally got back to the lab, it was fairly easy to produce the
three horse-based viruses.  After delivering them to Simonds, Michael
decided to call it a day and headed home.  In his pocket he had four
vials.

He didn't really know why he had taken them from the lab.  But he would
spend most of the night thinking about the vials and their contents.



11.  Chapter



As Paul's eyes focused on the ceiling it gradually occurred to him that
it was the wrong color.  He raised his head and realised that he was in
Mandy's room.

His head started pounding.  He laid back on the bed and tried to
remember what had happened the night before.  He and Mandy had gone to
a couple of nightclubs and had ended up getting drunk in a gay and
lesbian club.

Paul shifted under the bed covers as he remembered how he and Mandy had
danced together.  How had he ended up in her bed?

Then he remembered lying naked in her arms on the bed, letting Mandy
suck and caress his breasts.  He remembered slipping his hard cock into
her eager pussy and coming deep inside her.

Paul's eyes shot wide open.  He had orgasmed INSIDE Mandy!  He could
see a sleeping figure next to him out of the corner of his eye.  With
all that in her, she must have contracted the DNA virus from the
lower-half of his body.  By now, Mandy must be well on her way to
manhood, if she hadn't already completed the change.

He considered slipping out of bed, grabbing his clothes, and running
from the apartment, but he knew he couldn't do that to Mandy.  Holding
his breath, he slowly turned to confront the person sleeping next to
him.

The face was still Mandy's, beautiful even in sleep.  Her face hadn't
altered at all.  He lifted the bedcovers to see if her body had changed
at all.  The soft, curvy body was just as he recalled it from the
previous night.

"Good Morning, Paula." said Mandy in a sleepy voice.

Paul hastily dropped the covers.  Mandy just giggled, "Yep.  we did it
all right.  It wasn't a dream."

She lifted the covers and stared at Paul's body.  She reached down to
his cock and pulled something off of it.  "You forgot to take the
condom off last night."

A condom?  Thank God!  "I don't remember putting it on." he admitted.

"I did it while you were licking me into a frenzy.  I don't plan to get
pregnant just yet and you were too blitzed to think about
contraception." She continued to admire his body.  "To be honest, I'm
surprised that you can still function as a man with breasts that
large."

"There's a good reason why.  I didn't...become...like this through
hormones or surgery."

Mandy ran a hand over one of Paul's firm breasts.  "You can say that
again.  These haven't been anywhere near a surgeon's knife."

Paul carried on, trying to ignore the feelings of arousal, that he was
feeling at Mandy's soft caresses.  "Up to just over two weeks ago I was
a normal forty-year-old man.  I was exposed to a new man-made virus
that alters the body.  There are two different ones running around
inside me, that's why I've got a male half and a female half."

Mandy laughed.  "Seriously, though.  This is due to female hormones,
isn't it?"

"No!" Paul exclaimed.  He pulled back the bed covers.  "Look here," he
said pointing to his waist.  "This is where the two halves meet."

Mandy bent over to examine Paul's waist.  Her mouth dropped open and
she looked up at Paul.  "The skin on the upper half is smoother and a
lighter shade." she said in a very surprised tone.  "So why did you do
this to yourself?"

Paul sighed.  "I didn't.  It's a long story."

Mandy was stunned.  "I didn't realise this was possible.  Why did you
come here?"

"There is a doctor here who owes me a big favor.  He's trying to crack
it.  He works at a place called Quince Biochemicals."

"No wonder you were so reluctant to talk to men.  I thought you were a
lesbian.  Especially the way you were eyeing me up every chance you
got."

Paul thought for a moment.  "Last night.  Did you deliberately set out
to seduce me?"

"No, not really.  I've never had a really good relationship with men,
and I suppose I've always been a bit bisexual.  So I decided that if
you tried to get in bed with me I'd let it happen.  Then, when we were
dancing, I realised you were a man.  Or, at least, part of you was.
The best of both worlds if you like.  I couldn't get you into bed fast
enough after I discovered that."

Her hands drifted down to his cock, which was already returning to
life.  She smiled as she saw her efforts being rewarded, and she
reached over to the bedside drawer for another condom.



12.  Chapter



"What do you mean, he's gone?" Quince's voice barked out of the mobile
phone.

Simonds could here the anger in Quince's voice.  "His clothes and
documents are all gone.  He obviously packed in a hurry."

Quince gave a short humorless laugh.  "I didn't think Kingston had the
guts to do it.  Never mind.  His lab still seems intact.  That's all
that matters."

"He's going to go to the authorities, and he'll be able to prove his
story."

"It'll be a close run thing, but I still believe we can process the
consignment before we have to leave.  Remember, this final shipment
will make you wealthy beyond your dreams."

Simonds looked around Kingston's apartment.  "Do you want me to stay
here in case he comes back?"

"No, he won't be back.  We have all we need.  Get back here.  I want
you to go over the schedule again."

Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car.  He
unconsciously checked the small bottle in his pocket.  It contained a
dose of the DNA virus.  He had spent a very surreal night choosing a
new form with Quince.  His boss had no intention of spending the rest
of his life as a wanted drug smuggler.  Quince and Simonds would split
the proceeds of this final run of restricted drugs for the black market
and then go their separate ways.

Quince would get the lion's share of the takings, but what Simonds
would get would set him up for life.  He found the idea of having a
different body very strange, but he realised the necessity for such an
extreme disguise.  It was based on a well-built male over fifteen years
younger than Simonds.

He found Quince in Michael Kingston's lab.  His boss was going through
the notes Kingston had left behind.  "Simonds, look at this.  Kingston
has found a way to reverse the effects of the virus."

This was news to Simonds.  "How?"

"He boosted the strength of the virus.  The stronger virus can replace
the ordinary-strength viruses."

"That's great.  So the process can be repeated at least once more."

"Not quite," said Quince.  "The stronger virus has a good chance of
breaking down the subject's body structure.  On the tests he did here,
Kingston thinks the survival rate of exposure to the second virus is
only thirty percent."

"Bill isn't going to be happy with that." replied Simonds.  "He can't
wait to dump the black body you gave him."

"Don't tell him then.  It either works or it kills him, I don't
particularly care either way." Quince put the notes down.  "We'll be
receiving the shipment tonight, and I'd like to get rid of the other
loose end before then."

"Paul Roberts." stated Simonds.

"Yes." Quince lifted a vial of the stronger-strength DNA virus.  "We
can test this at the same time."



13.  Chapter



Paul stood in the kitchen of the small apartment making two mugs of
coffee.  He was wearing Mandy's pink dressing gown and nothing else.
They had made love several times that morning, Paul making sure he wore
protection each time.

He could still feel her hot mouth on his tender nipples.  It had felt
so good, women were lucky to have these extra sensitive parts that men
didn't.  Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad with Mandy.  At least he could
be a man with her, and he didn't have to pretend to be a woman.

An item of news caught his attention on the radio.  "Police say they
are still baffled by the disappearance of Officer Miguel Hernandez.
His bike and some of his uniform was found two weeks ago, abandoned by
the side of the highway.  Police sources say the investigation has no
leads."

Paul smiled.  That had to be the cop whose cock he had been forced to
suck.  Paul hoped that the cop would enjoy his new womanhood.

Paul turned at the sound of the telephone and went to answer it.  He
expected that it was his boss at the burger bar wanting to know where
the hell he and Mandy had got to.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Paul Roberts?  Mr Quince would like to speak to you."

Before Paul could answer, Quince's distinctive voice sounded from the
other end of the line.  "Paul, I have some very good news for you.
Michael Kingston has found a way to cure you.  He's preparing a virus
now to reverse what was done to you."

A cure!  Paul could feel tears in his eyes.  At last, this nightmare
was almost over.  "Oh, thank God!  I'll be right over!"

"We'll be waiting for you." answered Quince and then he hung up.

Paul stood there, his head spinning.  Absentmindedly, he put the phone
down and walked into Mandy's room.

She was sitting up in bed, not even bothering to cover her breasts.
"What's up?" she asked, looking concerned.

"They've found a cure." whispered Paul.  "I'm going to get my old body
back."

"That's fantastic!" Mandy still didn't quite believe Paul's strange
story, but she couldn't see any other way he could have gotten the body
he had.

"I have to get ready!" He almost ran into his own bedroom.  As he did
so he could feel his breasts bobbing.  Soon he would be rid of them and
back to his old self.

Mandy walked in wearing only a duvet as he was expertly putting his bra
on.  He had finally got the knack of twisting his arms behind him to do
it up.  "Do you have to go right now?" asked Mandy.

"Yeah.  I'll be back soon.  You probably won't recognise me, but I'll
be the same on the inside."

Mandy realised that she couldn't stand in Paul's way.  "Okay.  Well,
good luck." She realised a part of her didn't want to lose this
beautiful creature, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to maintain a
relationship with Paul if he returned to a fully male state.

He finished dressing, and walked out to the front door.  Just before he
opened it, he turned around and embraced Mandy.  "Whatever happens from
now on.  I just want you to know I love you.  You've helped me through
a very bad patch in my life."

Mandy was close to tears, "Just promise you'll come back."

"I promise." They kissed long and deep, and then Paul was gone.

Paul took a taxi back to the Quince Biochemicals building.  It was
expensive, but well worth the time saved.  "Good morning, Jeff.  Mr
Quince is expecting me."

The black guard leered at Paul as he said, "Sure, go on in."

Paul wondered why Jeff's attitude had changed so much.  When Paul had
first arrived, Jeff had been the only man to treat him with any
respect, but now he leered and mentally undressed Paul just like the
rest.

He hurried down the corridor to the lab where he was greeted by Quince
and Simonds.  "Where's Dr.  Kingston?" asked Paul.

"He got called away on a personal matter," Quince answered smoothly,
"But he didn't want to delay your treatment.  Are you ready?"

Paul rolled up the sleeve of his blouse and said, "Ready."

Simonds pulled out a syringe and injected a clear fluid into Paul's
arm.

Paul closed his eyes and sighed.  The nightmare was over.  Within
seconds he was going to return to full masculinity.  Already he could
feel his arm beginning to change.  He opened his eyes looked down
expecting to see his own hairy male arm returning.  That was when he
realised he had been betrayed.

His arm had no hair and was no larger than before, but the skin was
turning a dark brown.  This wasn't his body!

He looked up to see Quince watching in fascination.  "Why?" asked Paul,
on the verge of tears.

"You never knew what was going on here, did you?" said Quince.  "Too
wrapped up in your own problems.  You're being changed by a stronger
version of the virus.  We had to see if it could work."

Paul was too terrified to speak as he felt the virus make its way up
his arm and across his shoulder blades.  He was hoping against hope
that this form was male.  An adolescent male, perhaps.

The area of change moved past his shoulder and started spreading across
his chest.  Paul ripped open his blouse with his single white and
single black hands.  As he had dreaded, his breasts didn't disappear.
They became as dark as his transformed arm.  His bra, which had been a
good fit, became noticeably tighter as his breasts increased slightly
in size.

Paul felt his face start to rearrange itself as the virus swept through
his head.  He knew the worst was yet to come.  This time Anne
Chamberlain would not be there to prevent the loss of his masculinity.
He was going to become completely female.

The virus worked its way down into Paul's male half.  He staggered as
his hips widened and then he felt a peculiar pulling feeling between
his legs as his cock was adsorbed and changed into a vagina.  By now
his other arm was just finishing the change.  He pressed both hands
between his legs to confirm his worst fears.  Instead of the familiar
feeling of his penis and balls, all his hands found were a soft mound.
He was a girl, perhaps forever.

He looked up at Quince, who had been entranced by the transformation in
front of him.  "Amazing," said Quince.  "No matter how many times I see
people undergoing this process, it never ceases to fascinate me."

"Why did you do this?" Paul asked, on the verge of hysteria.  His voice
was now deeper and richer in tone, but still very feminine.  "I
wouldn't have told anyone.  All I ever wanted was to become my old self
again."

Quince rose and walked to the door, "Maybe that's true.  I couldn't
take the risk.  Anyway, you won't have to worry about it for much
longer." He opened the door and said.  "Bill, we're ready for you now."

Paul remembered that Bill had been the bald white guy who had leered
all over Paul during his first few days at the lab, but it was the
large well-built black body of Jeff who entered the room.

"Take this girl out and dispose of her.  Then get back here.  We've got
a lot to do, Bill."

"You'll sort my body out tonight, Boss?"

Paul's brown eyes widened.  So Jeff had been replaced by Bill, but what
had happened to Jeff?  He had been the only one of the guards to show
any kindness to Paul.

"Tonight, yes." replied Quince.  "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll
be finished.  Don't take too long."

Bill grinned.  "I'll be back before you know it."

Quince gave Bill a white cloth soaked in something, and Bill thrust it
over Paul's mouth and nose.  Paul held his breath as long as he could,
but in the end he was forced to breathe in.  The fumes from the cloth
quickly rendered him unconscious.

When Paul came to, he was being carried down a dingy corridor on
someone's shoulder.  He struggled to clear his head.  He had to think
of a way to escape before this madman killed him.

Bill opened a door and threw Paul into the hall of an apartment.  Paul
tried to run for the door, but it was already shut and locked.  Bill
caught and easily held Paul as he slapped him.

"Now, Quince wanted you dead," Bill told him.  "I don't want to waste
your new beauty, so welcome to your new home."

Paul looked up.  Bill was going to let him live.  He wasn't sure that
living here as Bill's servant was better than death.

"You'll have company here when I'm off working.  Whore!" Paul thought
for a second that Bill was talking to him, and then he heard someone
running from the bedroom.  A naked black girl appeared.  She couldn't
be any older than twenty.  She had a beautiful innocent face framed by
long curly hair.  Her breasts were large and firm and familiar.  Paul
hadn't seen his new face yet, but he knew this girl was his twin.

"Welcome home, Master!" she said in a deferential manner.  Her eyes
widened in surprise at the sight of Paul.

"Paul, do you know who this is?" asked Bill.  Paul didn't answer.
"This was Jeff, the big burly man whose body I took.  Over the last
week I've used a hypnotic drug to totally reshape her personality.  Now
she is totally subservient and feminine.  I haven't even had to use the
drug for the last two days."

Paul could hear the unspoken threat:  this is what is going to happen
to you.  Bill roughly removed Paul's clothes.  Paul knew better than to
try to resist.  Then Bill dragged him into the bedroom and strapped a
sturdy collar to his neck.  The collar was attached to the wall by a
strong metal chain.

Bill smiled at him.  "I installed this while I was training Whore.  She
doesn't need it anymore, so you can have it.  I can tell I am going to
have as much fun breaking you as I did with Jeff.  I've got to get back
to work now, but I'll be back soon, slut." Bill walked to the door
"Don't go away now."

Paul heard the front door open and shut.  He breathed out.  He had a
chance if he could get away.  The chain was bolted securely to the
wall, and he knew he wasn't going to free himself that way.  His collar
was secured by a strong padlock.  He heard a movement at the door to
the bedroom, and he looked up to see the girl peeking around the
corner.

"Hello, Jeff.  Don't be afraid.  Its me, Paula Roberts.  Do you
remember me?"

"My name is Whore.  I mustn't say the other name."

Paul winced.  What had Bill done to her?

"Okay.  Why don't you come in here," Paul said in as soothing a voice
as possible.  "I can't hurt you."

The girl shook her head and disappeared.

"Damn you!  Come here!" shouted Paul in frustration.  To his surprise
she obeyed.  She threw herself prostrate at his feet.

Bill hadn't been as clever as he thought in his conditioning of Jeff.
She would obey any strongly worded command.  Paul held up the padlock
on his collar "Get the key," he ordered, as sternly as possible.

Indecision flickered across Jeff's face.  Paul repeated the order, and
she leapt to obey.  The key was in an ashtray by the bed.  Paul took
the key from her, and gladly unlocked the collar.

Now they had to get out of there as quickly as possible.  "Where are
your clothes?" Paul asked Jeff.

"I don't need clothes.  I am Whore." Jeff replied.

"What about your room?" Paul asked.  Jeff gave him a blank look.
"Where do you sleep?" Jeff pointed to a dog basket at the foot of
Bill's bed.  Paul made a face.  Bill was one sick man.

Paul started searching through the apartment.  Jeff had no clothes at
all.  He and Jeff would have to wear something of Bill's.  The front
door was securely locked and Paul could find no way to open it.  All
the windows had grills put in place, it was like a miniature fortress.
Paul wondered who Bill normally worked for to warrant such a
well-protected home.  Probably the mob.

He was searching for a way out in the bathroom when he caught sight of
himself and Jeff in the mirror.  Paul found it strange to think that he
had a twin now.  He had the same pure-looking features Jeff had.  He
had barely gotten used to his previous body, and now another stranger
was staring back at him from the mirror.  He looked at his crotch in
the mirror.  He was 100% female now.  He couldn't bring himself to
explore his new anatomy right there and then.  There would be time
after he escaped.

He returned to the bedroom with Jeff in tow, and began looking for a
front door key.  Paul had just finished going through a bedside drawer
when he heard the front door rattle and Bill curse as he dropped his
keys.

Paul froze in fear.  If Bill found out he had got loose, he'd probably
get beaten to within an inch of his life at best, but there was no way
he was going to put that collar back on his neck.

Outside, Bill finally got the door open.  He walked back into his flat.
Shutting the door, he frowned.  Where was Whore?  She was supposed to
come and greet him whenever he came home.  He was just about to call
out when the black girl sprinted out of the bedroom and prostrated
herself in front of Bill.  "Welcome home, Master." she said.

"Where were you?  Looking at our new guest, I expect." He ran a hand
over her bountiful breasts.  "Go to my bed, I'll join you soon."

The girl smiled and ran back into the bedroom.  Bill smiled.  He
couldn't believe how well he had been able to alter her personality.
No one would ever believe that had been a heterosexual male just over a
week before.

He went to the bathroom for a quick shower.  He still found that having
much darker skin was odd.  He'd be glad when he could dump this
disguise and get his old body back.  The large shipment of controlled
drugs had arrived that evening, and Bill had helped in providing
security.  Over the next couple of days the drugs would be distributed
to the various pushers.  Then Bill would collect the rest of his money
and the drug to reverse his disguise.

He got out of the shower and dried himself off.  In the bedroom, his
twin slave girls waited.  His new arrival was curled into a ball and
still chained to the wall.  Bill decided to leave her be.  When he
started her conditioning, he wanted to be uninterrupted.  Tonight he
would just satisfy himself with Whore.

She was in his bed waiting for him, on her back with her legs apart.
He could feel himself growing erect at just the sight of her.  Grinning
he climbed on top of her and pawed her tits.

Paul was doing his best to keep a vacant happy look on his face as Bill
groped him.  He hated what was about to happen, but he had to stay free
so he had some chance of escape.  As Bill prepared to enter him, he
began to think he should have put the collar back on himself rather
than on Jeff.  His plan was to let Bill do what he wanted and then grab
the door keys and get out while Bill was asleep.

To do that, he was going to have to let Bill fuck him.  Bill placed his
cock at the entrance to Paul's pussy and then slid it deep into Paul.

Paul let out a long gasp of shock as he felt Bill's penis inside him.
The feeling of penetration almost completely overwhelmed him.  Bill
began thrusting deep into Paul.  Despite himself, Paul found himself
becoming aroused.  It was so different from a man's erection, yet it
felt somehow good.

He didn't have time to reach orgasm as he felt Bill strain against him,
and then Bill spurted cum in towards Paul's womb.

Bill pulled out and smiled down at Paul.  "For a first time, that
wasn't bad, Paul." He said.  "Did you really think I wouldn't notice
the difference when I fucked you?"

Paul's heart sank.  Bill knew who he was.  His plan had failed already.

"With a little training," Bill continued, "You'll become as good as
Whore over there." He got up from the bed and went into the kitchen.
He returned with a syringe.  "This is the stuff that turned Jeff into a
cock-crazed nympho, and it's going to do the same for you."

He started to advance on Paul.  "Your name will be Slut.  Quite
appropriate I think."



14.  Chapter



Paul's eyes stared in horror at the syringe Bill was holding.  Once
that was injected into him, he'd start down the path that led to total
servitude.

"Hold still," commanded Bill.  He reached out and grabbed hold of Paul.
Despite all his efforts, Paul could not get free from Bill's iron grip.
Paul felt the needle being pressed against his arm and he knew it was
now or never.

He bit Bill as hard as possible on the arm, drawing blood as he did so.
Bill bellowed in anger, but didn't let go.  Then Paul felt the prick of
the syringe, and a strange dreaminess overcame him.

Bill flung Paul onto the bed and stomped off to the bathroom to get
something for his arm.  Paul tried to remember what he had to do as he
lay there on the bed.  It was something important.  He knew he should
be afraid, but the drug had dulled his emotions as well as his thought
processes.

Just then, a hoarse shout cut through the apartment.  It had obviously
come from Bill.  Paul lifted his head and stared stupidly at Jeff, who
was still chained to the wall.  Jeff was obviously frightened by the
noise.  They listened in silence for several long minutes, but the
apartment was quiet.

Paul dropped his head back onto the bed, and slowly drifted off to
sleep.

He didn't stir until the early hours of the next morning.  His head was
still throbbing from the after effects of the drug, but he remembered
where he was.  A young black woman was curled up on some cushions by a
wall.  Paul remembered Jeff and what had happened to the former guard
and to himself.  He got off the bed and looked closely at himself in
the mirror.  He had barely gotten used to seeing the reflection of a
young white girl, and now he had to get used to yet another body.

This body had one major difference.  It was fully female.  Paul
remembered with disgust his aborted attempt to escape the previous
night by pretending to be Jeff.  He shivered when he remembered being
mauled by Bill's hands and then entered by him.  He could still feel
Bill's cock thrusting deep into his vagina.  That was what sex would
mean for him from now on.  Paul still found it very difficult to face
the fact that his manhood was lost, perhaps forever.  A sudden thought
occurred to him.  Where was Bill?

Cautiously, he made his way through the house, looking for Bill.  Paul
found him, or what was left of him, in the bathroom.  The glimpse Paul
got before he ran out of the room in horror was of a nearly totally
dissolved pile of human remains.

Paul ran back into the bedroom, steadying his breasts with his hands as
he ran.  Once back inside, he tried to calm down and he had to fight
the urge to be sick.  What had happened to Bill?  He must have been
infected with the stronger virus when Paul had bitten him, but it had
failed to change Bill successfully.  Instead, it had dissolved him!
The stronger virus must have a higher chance of failure, Paul realised.
That's why Quince had tried it out on him first.

He felt cold.  Being trapped in a woman's body was bad, but it was far
better than dying like that.  He looked down at his physical twin and
gently woke her up.

"Master?" asked the girl.

"No," replied Paul.  "He told me to look after you." After some
searching, Paul found the key by the bed and undid the collar around
Jeff's neck.  He went through the wardrobe and pulled out some shorts
and some jumpers.  They were hopelessly oversized, but they would have
to do until they could find something better.  They made Jeff and Paul
look even younger and smaller than they really were, which Paul thought
wasn't really a good idea in the neighborhood they were in.

Jeff had to be persuaded to wear any clothes at all, and she only
reluctantly put them on when Paul told her that her master had ordered
it.  Finally, Paul picked up Bill's keyring and unlocked the front
door.  Quickly, he dragged Jeff downstairs, and into Bill's car.

Paul didn't feel at all safe until they were well clear of Bill's
apartment.  There was only one place to go, back to Mandy's.  Paul
wondered how well she would take the change in her lover.  He dumped
the car several blocks from Mandy's apartment and then had to pull Jeff
through the streets.  She wanted to stop at every new sight, drinking
it in.  She was starting to answer to the name Jeff, now that she was
away from Bill's place, but Paul wondered if she would ever recover
fully from what Bill had done to her.

As they climbed the stairs to Mandy's apartment, he could hear a heated
argument going on behind the door.  Paul couldn't make out what was
being said, but one voice was definitely Mandy's.  The other belonged
to Dr.  Michael Kingston.

Paul marched up to the door and hammered on it.  The conversation
inside ceased, but no one opened the door.  "I know you're in there,
Michael!" Paul shouted in anger.  "Open this door!"

The door opened slowly and a worried-looking Mandy was standing there.
"Can I help you?" she asked nervously.

"Mandy, it's me, Paul.  The bastards tricked me." Paul could see Mandy
didn't believe him.  "You have the person responsible in there." Paul
dragged Jeff into the flat and went looking for Michael.

Mandy shut the door and set off in pursuit of the twins.  By the time
she caught up with them, one was already attacking Michael.

"What the hell are you up to, you monster?!" Paul screamed in Michael's
face.

"Paul?  Oh my God." Michael responded in shock.  "Let me explain."

Paul glowered at him, but said nothing.

"Quince is a smuggler of controlled drugs.  I didn't find that out
until I was implicated in the smuggling.  I finally decided enough was
enough.  I'm not going back there.  I had no idea that Quince would try
the stronger virus on you.  You're lucky to be alive."

"Lucky!" Paul shouted in frustration.  "I've lost the one chance to get
my body back, and I'm now fully female!"

"I'm really sorry."

"Are you really Paul?" Mandy asked the young black woman in a
disbelieving tone.

"I am.  Remember how we went at it the night before last?  Quince and
his cronies did use the DNA-altering process on me again, but they had
no intention of restoring my old body." Paul swallowed, "I'm 100%
female now."

Mandy was becoming convinced that somehow this woman was the same
person she had shared her apartment with.  The face and body were very
different, but the body movements and patterns of speech were very
similar to Paul's.  She had been worried when Paul hadn't returned the
previous day.  Now she knew she had been right to worry.

Paul turned back to Michael.  "Can you make an even stronger version of
the virus so I can be changed again?"

"I could," said Michael.  "But it wouldn't help.  It would kill you for
certain."

Mandy pointed at Paul's twin, who was standing quietly behind him.
"Who are you?"

Paul answered, "This is a guard from the building.  His name is Jeff.
Though he isn't in a fit state for questions at the moment."

"So what do we do now?" asked Mandy.

"We go to the police.  This is way too much to handle ourselves." said
Paul.

"You can." answered Michael.  "I'm out of here.  I only came here to
warn you to stay away from Quince."

"No way," Paul replied angrily, "You're partly the cause of the
problem.  Look, I'm a lawyer.  I know it would be very easy to dismiss
any charges the police might bring against you.  Also, if you try to
leave, I'll find you and turn you into a duplicate of this body.  Is
that clear?"

"Paul's right.  We have to take this to the cops." Added Mandy.

Michael sighed.  "What do you think, Jeff?" He said, looking for
support.

"I have no opinion, Master." Jeff replied in a quiet voice.

"Master?" asked Mandy.  "What the hell happened to her?"

Paul shivered.  "I'll explain later.  Let me go and dig out some stuff
for me and Jeff and then we can go." Paul herded Jeff towards his
bedroom.  "Keep an eye on Michael.  I don't want him disappearing on
us."

"Okay," said a fairly shell-shocked Mandy.  "I've got a few questions
for him anyway."

In his room, Paul sorted through his meager female clothes for suitable
stuff for him and Jeff.  He started with bra and panties.  The bra was
noticeably tighter, revealing just how much more buxom he had become.
Jeff didn't resist while Paul dressed her, but she didn't help much
either.

Paul settled for a pair of jeans he had bought, but not worn because he
had felt that they had made his male lower half too obvious.  Now that
he was fully female he didn't have to worry about that, though he
wished he still had that problem.  The jeans were tight around his wide
hips, but he managed to do them up.  He finished with a cream-colored
blouse and a loose red sweater.

For Jeff, he decided on a dress that reached the heels and revealed
virtually nothing.  Finally ready to face the problems ahead, he and
Jeff rejoined Michael and Mandy.

Michael was showing several vials of a clear liquid to Mandy.  "Is that
what I think it is?" asked Paul.

"Yeah," answered Michael, "I took them from the lab when I left."

"Good.  they'll do for evidence.  Are all of you ready?"

Michael nodded tiredly.  The four of them headed down to the street.
Paul sat with Mandy in the back of Michael's car as they headed to the
nearest precinct house.

Paul tried to think about anything other than his new gender and how
Bill had used it.  However, his mind kept returning to the moment when
Bill had thrust his cock deep into Paul's slim body.  Paul had felt
himself getting aroused at the infinitely strange feelings of
penetration.  He knew it was caused simply by the physical stimulation,
but at the back of his mind was the fear that now he was fully female
he would have the desires of a woman.  He looked over at Mandy.  He had
enjoyed their lovemaking, and unless some miracle happened, he was
going to be denied that forever from then on.

Mandy's mind was whirling.  The stories that these three had spun were
utterly ludicrous.  Yet, this beautiful black woman sitting next to her
had exactly the same mannerisms and patterns of speech as Paul.  She
could see the Paul she knew behind the girl's large brown eyes.

Strange as Paul's body had been, Mandy had felt she had met her true
mate.  Something had clicked between them.  She feared Paul's new form
would drive them apart.

In the front of the car, Michael was dreading the days ahead.  He had
always hoped, since he had first learned of Quince's criminal
activities, that he would be able to get a better job and get away from
him.  The scientific community had closed ranks against him.  It was
hard enough for anyone to get a job these days, but for Michael it was
virtually impossible thanks to his court case.  Now he was going to
have to face up to it all and lose what little he had.

Jeff stared out the window at the buildings going by.  She was in a
state of confusion.  Master had disappeared some time before and had
not returned, and something in her mind was fighting her new submissive
nature.  She hadn't needed any of Master's medicine for several days
now.  She hoped he would return soon.

Paul was first out of the car when they arrived.  Together, they headed
inside.  The desk sergeant was dubious at Michael and Paul's claim of a
major drug operation, but he promised to get a detective to look into
it.

"If you go sit over there," he said, pointing to a bench by a wall.
"I'll see if there's anyone free."

"This is important!" said Paul urgently.

"I'm sure it is, miss.  If you'll go over there, I'll get someone to
see you."

"That's okay, Sergeant.  I'll deal with this one." Paul turned to see a
stocky man in his late fifties.

"Are you sure, Captain?" asked the sergeant.

"Of course I am!" snapped the captain.  "Don't question me."

Jeff looked at the captain.  He was familiar.  Jeff had known him back
when she had been male, but something wasn't right.

"Sorry, sir." Replied the sergeant.

"If you'll follow me..." He said, indicating a door leading into the
building.

He set off into the building, and the four of them followed quickly.
Paul was relieved.  The captain had to know something about Quince and
the smuggling ring.  Why else would he get involved?

The captain led them into a small interview room and left them there
for a few minutes to get some notebooks.

Michael was visibly nervous at being there.  Paul was beginning to be
concerned that he might pass out.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," replied Michael, "It's just I thought I could avoid ever
reaching this point.  I guess I didn't realise how deep I was into it."

Obviously not, thought Paul.  If Michael had grasped the seriousness of
the situation, Paul might not have been stuck in a completely female
body.

"What are you going to do when this is over?" asked Michael.

Paul sighed, feeling his breasts straining in his tight bra.  "I'll
probably have to go back to Anne.  Throw myself on her mercy.  She is
the only one who truly understands the DNA virus.  Maybe I can convince
her to forgive me."

"What did you do to her?" asked Mandy.

"Uh...it's a long story.  I let my hormones do my thinking for me."

The captain returned.  "So you want to talk to me about the
drug-smuggling ring behind Quince Biochemicals."

"How long have you known about it?" asked Michael in surprise.

"Several months now," replied the captain, "but we never had the
evidence to arrest Quince.  So the police got an officer from another
precinct to infiltrate the Quince Biochemicals building.  Only a small
number of people were let in on the secret."

"We'll be able to help you, then," said Paul.  "With Michael's evidence
here, you'll be able to break Quince."

"We could," the captain agreed, "but we feel it's best to hold off for
a few more days."

"Why?" asked Michael.

"You're not him." said Jeff suddenly.

Paul turned to her.  "What are you talking about?"

"This isn't Captain Bryant," Jeff stated.

"Umm...I'm sorry about this." Paul said to the police captain.

The captain smiled, "Don't worry about it.  She's right after all." The
smile grew broader.  "You see, Mr.  Quince found out about the
policeman in our midst and replaced him.  Then, after the policeman was
questioned, we replaced everyone who knew about it.  We can't mimic
them very well, but what are the other cops going to think?  That we've
been replaced by identical doubles?"

Paul stood up.  "There isn't a cure.  Did you know that?"

"Yeah, sure." replied the phoney cop, totally unconvinced.  "Anyway,
Quince will want to see you so he can tie up the loose ends." He turned
to open the door.

Paul saw his chance and leapt into the fake captain with all the force
he could muster.  Both fell heavily through the door.  Paul staggered
to his feet and turned to see Mandy, Jeff and Michael looking at him.
"Don't just stand there!  RUN!"

He took off down the corridor, not waiting to see if they were
following or not.  He heard someone closing on him, and turned to see
Michael clutching his bag of DNA viruses.  "Where's Mandy?"

"He grabbed her as she tried to get past." Michael replied.

Paul stopped.  "We've got to go back for them."

"No time!" Michael said urgently.  "Her only chance is if we can get
out of here and get help somewhere else.  Come on!"

Paul reluctantly followed.  Jeff was nowhere to be seen either.  She
was probably still sitting in the interview room.  They emerged into
the main reception area and tried to walk quietly to the door.

Just before they reached the exit the fake captain appeared, holding a
struggling Mandy.  "Stop them!" he shouted, pointing at Paul and
Michael.  "Get 'em, you fuckers!" he yelled at the policemen.

Paul and Michael bolted for the door.  In the confusion, they managed
to escape to the street beyond.  A few policemen followed them, but it
was clear that many of them were confused by their captain's strange
changes in behaviour.

The two escapees made it to Michael's car, and together they drove
rapidly away from the police station.

"Fucking hell." Paul said bitterly.  "Now what are we going to do?"

"He'll take them to Quince." replied Michael.

"So all we have to do is get back to Quince's building and wait for
them to turn up."

"What?" Michael exclaimed.  "We can't deal with them.  We have to go to
the authorities."

"After what just happened?  Who knows who else has been replaced by
Quince.  We'll have to do this ourselves." Paul tried to keep calm as
Michael drove to Quince Biochemicals.  Inside though, he was deeply
afraid.  He felt so insecure in his new body.  The lingering looks
given by virtually every man who saw him didn't help his
self-confidence much either.

They drove past the Quince Biochemicals building before they parked.
"It looks deserted." said Paul with a frown as he got out of the car.

Michael looked up at the building.  There were no lights on and no
evidence of any activity.  "Well, we had better get out of sight and
wait."

"There's no one in there." said Paul as he started walking up to the
building.

"Wait!" Michael said urgently and then hurried to catch up with Paul.

"See?" said Paul looking through the main entrance doors.  Michael
looked into the reception area, and saw that it had been stripped of
everything remotely valuable.

"They can't have finished shipping the drugs out already." Michael said
in disbelief.

"What drugs?"

"Quince had a very large shipment coming in.  It must have been his
final one here.  He's probably going to move on to somewhere else."

"But we've got to find Jeff and Mandy!" Paul ran round to the side of
the building and tried the goods-delivery doors.  They were unlocked.
He disappeared inside.

"This is madness!  Get out of there!" called Michael.  He stood rooted
to the spot, deciding what to do.  Eventually, cursing under his
breath, he followed Paul inside.

Together they scouted quickly but quietly through the building.  Most
of the furniture had been left behind, but all the computers and
expensive equipment had been removed.

"Looks like I'm out of a job," commented Michael.

"Where the hell have they gone?" Paul half-shouted in frustration.

Michael watched the black woman's distress with guilt.  He was at least
partly responsible for what had happened.  "If Quince is wrapping up
his operation here, he is probably at his home overseeing it all."

Paul looked up, "...and you know where he lives, don't you?" He set off
down the corridor.  "Hurry up!  We have to get there before they do
anything to Mandy!"

Michael caught up with him near the goods-delivery doors.  Paul was
stacking some of the remaining furniture together.  "Have you got a
lighter?" he asked Michael.

"Yeah...sure.  Why?"

"Never mind.  Just give it here and go get the car started."

Michael gave Paul the lighter and then ran back to the car.  He started
the engine and waited.  It seemed like hours, but was probably only a
few minutes, before Paul ran out to the car.  Michael was glad to get
away from the place.

"Here's your lighter." Paul said as he handed it back to Michael.

"Did you just set fire to the place?"

"Yep.  Quince's goons can't cover that up, and the authorities will
want to talk to him."

"But what about the other buildings!"

"Relax.  The fire will be put out before it does any serious damage to
the other buildings."

"You're out of your mind, Paul."

"Look, Mandy and Jeff are in serious danger!  That's all that matters
right now, not some fucking building!  Just get us to Quince's place as
fast as you can."

Michael did as he was told, but he couldn't shake the thought that he
and Paul were entering the lion's den.



15.  Chapter



Simonds breathed a sigh of relief as the last courier car pulled out of
sight.  He hadn't believed that Quince would be able to pull off this
one final deal.

Quince had just finishing dividing up the hefty pile of cash as Simonds
entered the house.  Simonds had never liked Quince's house, preferring
to do business at the Quince Biochemicals building back in the city.
Quince, however, had never trusted his people, who had replaced nearly
a dozen policemen.  He felt far safer in his home.

Quince had moved to his house outside the city for the final deal,
bringing only his two most trusted guards and Simonds with him.
Simonds would have preferred greater protection, but the deals had gone
off surprisingly quickly and quietly.

"To be honest, Mr Quince," he said, "That went a lot better than I
expected."

"They had everything to lose if they tried something." Quince replied,
finishing the division of the money.  "Time is of the essence.  We may
be one jump ahead of the cops at the moment, but we had best be ready
to move as soon as possible."

The final phase of Quince's daring plan was for Simonds and Quince to
go their separate ways.  Quince would get most of the money, but even
Simonds' cut would be quite large.  Each of them had a vial of the
DNA-altering virus.  With that, they could completely change their
identities and evade the police.

Simonds still didn't like the idea of taking on a new form, but the
fact that the virus that he had was based on someone much younger
helped.  He had tested out the virus that Quince had given him on one
of the policemen that had been replaced.  The resulting
eighteen-year-old man proved that Quince wasn't double-crossing him.

He jumped as his mobile phone started ringing.  He snapped it open.
"Yes?"

"Mr Simonds?  We have a problem." It was one of Quince's men, who had
replaced the local police captain.

"What is it?"

"We've caught two girls trying to report Mr.  Quince for drug
smuggling."

Simonds heart missed a beat.  "Who the hell are they?!"

"One of them is Jeff Stockwell.  Don't know the other bitch."

"Did you get them?" Simonds asked, his heart racing.  Just as he
feared, everything was falling apart.

"Yeah, we got 'em."

"Thank God."

"But the other two escaped."

"What other two?!" Simonds could feel Quince watching him.  He tried to
calm himself.

"There was another black girl, a twin of Stockwell.  The other was Dr.
Kingston."

"Where are you now?"

"On my way to you.  I couldn't keep the two locked up here."

Simonds cursed and then told Quince what was going on.

"It doesn't matter.  We're done here." Quince replied calmly.  "We'll
deal with those two when they get here.  Hopefully, the other two will
turn up and we can tie up the loose ends." He saw the worried look on
Simonds' face.  "Don't worry.  Even if the authorities work out what
happened, they'll never be able to track us down."

Quince got up and walked over to Simonds.  "Pay off the two guards and
get them out of here.  I don't want them finding out about the DNA
virus."

Simonds didn't like the idea of not having any protection, but their
plan depended on no one knowing what had happened to them.

                         * * * * * * * * * * * *

Paul and Michael watched the car with the two guards in it pull away
from Quince's house.  They had spent the last hour watching the place.

"I think only Quince and Simonds are left in there," said Paul.  "Where
the hell are they holding Jeff and Mandy?"

"They might not be brought here."

"They have to be there.  If Quince doesn't have them brought here,
we'll never find them.  Come on!  We have to get inside!"

"No!  get back here!" hissed Michael, but Paul was already making his
way towards the house.  Cursing under his breath, Michael followed.

They ran around to the back of the house, trying to keep out of sight
as much as possible.  The back door that the last two guards had left
through was slightly ajar.  They moved silently up to the door.  Paul
peered through.  Then he and Michael slipped inside.

They were in a spacious kitchen.  Paul opened one of the two other
doors in the room, and almost walked into a small storeroom.  They
exchanged nervous grins and headed for the other door...

...which was opening!

Paul dived into the storeroom, pulling Michael behind him.  Paul
watched through the nearly-closed door as Simonds entered the room.
Simonds hadn't noticed the storeroom door closing as he entered the
kitchen.  He placed a suitcase on the table and began checking its
contents.

Michael found himself squeezed into a corner of the small room behind
Paul, unable to see anything.  The room was so small that he and Paul
were squashed together.  He tried to ignore the feelings of Paul's
ample ass pressing into him and the natural feminine scent coming from
the transformed man, but his cock started to become erect.  Paul could
feel Michael's body reacting to having a cute female one pressed
against it.  Anger surged through him.  He felt like hitting Michael,
but he knew that they had to keep utterly still or risk being
discovered.  He realised that he was going to have to get used to men
being turned on by his body.

Simonds finished checking the suitcase and was just about to leave with
it when a commotion erupted towards the front of the house.  Simonds
drew his gun and left the room.

Paul and Michael remained hidden as the noises of several people went
up to the second floor of the house.  Mandy's frightened voice was
clearly audible above the other male ones.  As soon as Paul was
reasonably sure that the coast was clear, he opened the door and went
back into the kitchen.  He stood by the other door trying to work out
what to do.  He had to do something to save Mandy and Jeff, but he had
no idea what.  He felt so powerless in his new body that for a crazy
moment he considered just surrendering to Quince.  At least that way,
the nightmare would be over.

Michael opened the suitcase.  Inside was more cash than he had ever
seen, and a small vial of a clear liquid.  It was the DNA virus.
Simonds was going to use it as a disguise.  He took it to the sink and
emptied its contents down the drain.  Michael then pulled out one of
the samples he had stolen from his lab and topped up the empty vial
with it.

"What are you doing?" whispered Paul.

"Just planning a surprise for Simonds.  If they are all upstairs with
Jeff and Mandy, perhaps we can find something down here to stop them."

"I hope so," said Paul, "or we're screwed."

In a main living area, they found where most of the deals had taken
place.  Plastic bags and empty drug bottles had been chucked into a
corner.  On a glass table were several guns of various designs.

"Quince is getting careless." Paul said, lifting one of the larger
guns.

                         * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I want to thank you all, Gentlemen, for buying me the necessary time
to put this final deal together."

Mandy watched, shaking in fear, as Quince addressed the seven men and
one woman who had brought herself and Jeff from the station.  Neither
she nor Jeff were tied up, but she was too frightened to do anything.

The last few hours had been the worst of Mandy's life.  She had been
held in the interview room while the police captain and several other
policemen had argued over what to do.  It was obvious from their
conversation that they were all in Quince's pocket.

After much heated discussion, they had decided to take Jeff and Mandy
to Quince, so he could sort out the mess.

"I didn't ask enough for this job," said the fake policewoman.  "The
sooner I can get back to being my normal male self, the better.  This
body has some...odd urges."

"I understand, Steve." Quince replied.  "I have the reversal formula
here, and you have probably already checked your bank accounts."

"Of course we have, Mr Quince." Said the phoney police captain.  "It's
been good doing business with you."

Quince handed around eight vials of a colorless liquid.  All of the
police impostors drank them eagerly.  They waited a few seconds.  One
of them asked, "Why is nothing happening?"

"Just give it a few more moments." Quince said, trying to hold back a
smile.

Mandy watched in horror as, in quick succession, the eight transformed
men keeled over in pain and collapsed on the floor.

Simonds was watching with a face that was as white as a sheet.  "Was
that really necessary?"

"Of course it was.  Now I just want to try something out on our friends
here and then we can go." Quince went to a table near where Mandy was
sitting and filled a syringe with a measure of a DNA-altering virus.

At that second, the door crashed open and Paul and Michael hurtled into
the room, brandishing sub-machine guns.  In the panic that followed,
Quince grabbed Mandy and pulled her in front of him.

Paul waved the gun in Simonds' and Quince's general direction.  He
wasn't familiar at all with it and he wasn't sure that the safety was
off.  He wasn't even sure whether or not the gun had a safety.  "Let
her go!" he shouted at Quince.

Quince pressed the syringe to Mandy's neck.  "If you want your friend
to stay human, you'll back off."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Kingston knows," replied Quince, "He made some DNA viruses based on my
favorite horses.  I can't take them with me, but I can take their
genetic structure with me.  Now, unless you want your girl to join the
animal kingdom, you will put down your weapons and surrender."

Paul could see the absolute terror in Mandy's eyes.  He couldn't risk
putting her through what he had experienced.  Especially if Quince was
telling the truth about the DNA-altering virus.  "Alright.  You win."
Paul gently put his gun on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Michael shouted.  "Do you think that bastard is
going to leave us alive?!"

"I can't risk it!" Paul shouted angrily back.  He could see the bodies
slumped on the floor and he knew Quince would carry out his threat.
Perhaps if he surrendered he could somehow save Mandy.  "Put the gun
down, Michael."

"Do as she says!" yelled Simonds.  While Michael was distracted,
Simonds had drawn his own handgun and was now pointing it straight at
Michael.

Michael cursed himself.  His own gun was still pointed at Mandy and
Quince.  There was no way that he could hit Quince while she was still
in the line of fire.  He threw his gun to the floor.  Simonds flinched,
but the sub-machine gun didn't go off.

Quince let out the breath he had been holding.  He had thought he was
finished there.  "Right.  Now sit down on the floor and..."

He was interrupted by a shriek of rage as something slammed into his
side.  Quince was thrown to the floor, losing his grip on Mandy.  He
was being attacked by a young black woman.  How had Paul crossed the
room so quickly?  No, this was Jeff!

"You motherfucker!  I'll kill you!" Jeff screamed.

Michael noticed that Simonds had turned to see what was going on.  Now
was his chance.  He scooped up the sub-machine gun, pointed it at
Simonds, and squeezed the trigger.  The gun made a deafening noise as
it spat several bullets at Simonds.  Fortunately for Simonds, the
recoil had ruined Michael's aim.  The bullets thudded into the wall
beside him.

Simonds' nerve broke.  He jumped at the door before Michael had time to
re-aim.  Another burst of gunfire exploded into the doorframe as
Simonds ran at full speed downstairs.  Quince could fend for himself,
Simonds thought, it was time for him to get the hell out of there while
he still could.  He ran into the kitchen, grabbed his suitcase of
money, and ran for his car.

Back upstairs, Quince wrenched Jeff off of him and struggled to his
feet.  As he regained his balance he noticed the syringe sticking out
of his thigh.  A moment of pure fear ran through him until he saw that
the contents of the syringe hadn't been injected into him.  He yanked
it from his leg with one hand while pulling his own handgun out of its
holster under his jacket.

Michael was still distracted by the escaping Simonds, and Paul was
bending to pick up the gun he had put down.  Quince fired four bullets
at the two in quick succession.  Two thundered into the window frame on
either side of where Michael was standing.  Michael dropped to the
floor trying to escape the gunfire.  The third bullet went clear
through the window, and the final one slammed into Paul, throwing him
bodily against the wall.

One down, three to go.  Quince pointed the gun at Michael and squeezed
the trigger.  The gun clicked and jammed.  Quince swore, but decided to
get out before Michael started shooting again.  He leaped over Michael
and was gone.

Michael scrambled upright as he heard Quince making his escape.  He
looked over at Mandy.  "Grab a gun!  we can still get the fucker." He
stopped when he saw the horrified look on Mandy's face.  Michael turned
to see Paul slumped on the floor, totally still, with a rapidly growing
patch of red staining his blouse.



16.  Chapter



Simonds drove in a state of near panic.  It took all of his self-
control not to accelerate wildly when he saw two patrol cars scream
past him going the other way.  He watched the flashing lights vanish
into the distance.  He wondered if they were heading to Quince's house.

Whatever the case, he had to dump the car as soon as possible.  He was
now heavily implicated in the murder of eight policemen and Quince's
thugs who had replaced them.  Despite the misgivings he had about
taking the virus, he now had no other options.

It was well past midnight when he pulled into the center of a
neighboring city.  He still felt that he was uncomfortably close to
Quince's smuggling base, but he couldn't risk taking the car any
further.  He left the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked.  The
car would probably be gone inside of an hour.  He took the suitcase and
made his way into a deserted back alley.  Carefully, he took the vial
of DNA virus from the suitcase and drank its contents.

The one good result from all this was that he would lose nearly twenty
years in age.  He hated to give up his life and appearance, but unless
he wanted to spend the rest of his life on the run, there was no
choice.  The body he had chosen was that of an eighteen-year-old
athletically-built white man.

He could feel his stomach start to churn as the virus made its way
through his internal organs, remaking them as it went.  Simonds pulled
open his shirt to feel his new more muscled torso.

He felt his skin ripple and change under his hands, but somehow it
didn't feel right.  The skin was firmer, but there was none of the hard
muscles that he had been expecting.  Maybe they'll appear in a few
minutes, Simonds thought.  The virus reached his chest and he started
to feel his pectorals expand.  That was more like it.  The new form he
had chosen had been quite handsome.  He'd have no trouble getting women
with it.

He ran his hand up to his expanding chest muscles.  As he put his hands
on them, he realised that something was badly wrong.  Rather than being
hard and firm, they were very soft and surely they were getting larger
than they should.  In fact, they felt exactly like a pair of...

Simonds stumbled against the wall of the alley in total shock as he
grasped the tits he was rapidly growing.  Quince had tricked him
somehow!  Simonds couldn't see how that was possible.  He had kept the
virus in his possession ever since he had tested it on the cop.  "No,"
he whispered over and over again, his voice cracking and rising in
pitch to that of a very frightened girl as the virus rose through his
neck.

The virus was also working its way down from the torso, and Simonds
could feel his hips start to widen.  Then he felt a strange pulling
sensation between his legs.  He reached down, dreading what he would
find.  His hand slipped past the belt of his pants, which was
noticeably looser now.  Slowly his fingers made their way through his
pubic hair.  He moaned in shock as they slid over the slit that had
replaced his manhood.

His vision blurred as the virus finished altering his head.  Simonds
felt a burning need to find out who he now was.  He picked up the
suitcase, which now seemed much heavier than before, and started making
his way towards a more well-lit area, trying to ignore the strange
pulling sensations of his new breasts and the absence between his legs.

Finally, under a street lamp, he saw his new face in a pool of
rainwater and recognized it.  She had the face of an angel.  Simonds
knew that the real thing had worked as a prostitute since she had left
school a few years previously.  Simonds had himself collected a blood
sample from her.  Now he was her.

"What have we here?" came a slightly slurred voice from down the alley.

Simonds looked up to see four rough-looking teenagers approaching.  He
could tell instantly from the looks on their faces what they were
planning.  Simonds knew he would have to abandon the money, but it was
a small price to pay to avoid being raped.

He leapt to his feet and took off down the alley, trying to ignore the
two weights bouncing on his chest as he did so.  He could see a main
street up ahead.  He was almost safe!  Then something grabbed him from
behind around his waist and he was dragged to the ground.  A hand was
clamped over his mouth, and he was dragged back to where the other
three waited.

One of them had opened the suitcase.  "Shit!  She's loaded!"

"Yeah, she is." said the other, clearly the leader.  He walked over to
Simonds.  "So, what is a nice little girl like you doing with all this
money?"

Simonds threw a kick at the boy, who danced out of the way laughing.
"I like it when they struggle." He declared.  He drew a flick knife
from his pocket and slowly cut all the clothing from Simonds's
shivering body.

Simonds struggled with what little strength his new body had, but he
was unable to break the grip of the four rapists.  He howled in anger
and fear as his body was violated.  The torment seemed to last forever.
Throughout his ordeal no one came to investigate the screams and the
teenagers were able to take their time.

He wasn't quite sure how it ended, but the next thing he could remember
it was just before dawn.  He was curled up on the remains of his
clothing and the suitcase was gone.  He staggered to his feet and stood
shivering in the alley.

What could he do now?  He was involved in deaths of eight cops, so he
couldn't risk going to the authorities.  He had nothing now.  All his
plans were in ruins.  It was going to be a struggle just to find enough
to eat, let alone a place to stay.

Wrapping the remains of his clothes around his curvy feminine frame, he
moved silently to the edge of the alley.  Down the street he could see
several women dressed in cheap, revealing clothing.  He felt sick as he
realised that joining the prostitutes on the street was perhaps his
only chance of getting enough money to survive.

Over a hundred miles away, Quince was heading South.  He had changed
cars soon after leaving his house for the last time.  All in all,
Quince Biochemicals had been very profitable to him in the few short
years that it had been in operation.  Now he was going to be able to
live in luxury, without having to worry about being tracked down by the
authorities.

He had a large amount of money hidden in various bank accounts, and he
had the DNA virus.  Nothing and no one could stop him now.



17.  Chapter



Anne was so preoccupied as she left the plane that she walked straight
past the policeman.

"Doctor Chamberlain?" he said.

She turned and noticed him and his patrol car for the first time.  "I'm
sorry.  Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Lieutenant Harrison will brief you on the way to the hospital."

Hospital?  Anne climbed into the back of the car.  A man in a crumpled
grey suit was sitting in the passenger seat.  He turned around as the
car pulled out of the airport.  "I'm sorry for the rush, Doctor, but
you appreciate we need to clear up this mess as quickly as possible."

"I understand." Anne responded.  "What's going on?"

"We have some suspects in custody for a multiple murder.  One of them
is in critical condition.  We started questioning the others, and they
all came out with the most outlandish story I've ever heard.  One of
them mentioned your name, and we felt we had to check it out."

Anne's heart started beating faster.  Only Paul could have known about
her and her research.  "A story about a treatment capable of completely
rewriting a person's genetic makeup," she said.

"That's possible?" the lieutenant asked in disbelief.

"Yes." she replied simply.

"So you're saying their story might be true?"

"I can't tell until I've talked to them," Anne said, but she was
convinced.  Who else could have known about her research?

"That's why you're here." the detective added lamely.  He had been
hoping that the four people being held at the hospital were drugged out
of their skulls.

When they arrived at the hospital, Lieutenant Harrison escorted Anne
past heavy security to the Intensive Care department.  "We're keeping
them in this private room until we can sort out what the hell is going
on," he said, pointing to a door which was guarded by two policeman.

Anne couldn't help but wonder if Paul was in there.  His name hadn't
been mentioned in the call that had gotten her out of bed the night
before.  He had to be behind all this somewhere.  How else could the
DNA virus have gotten here?

One of the policemen unlocked the door.  Anne followed the Lieutenant
into the room.  Inside were two more policemen, a man in his thirties,
and a petite girl in her twenties.  On the bed was a black girl, also
in her twenties.  She appeared to be asleep.

"They had to sedate her," explained one of the policemen.  "She was
getting hysterical again."

"I see.  If what she says is true, I'm not surprised she's like that."
The Lieutenant introduced the man to Anne.  "Dr.  Chamberlain, this is
Dr.  Kingston.  He was the one who mentioned your name."

"Right.  Dr.  Kingston.  What is going on?" She asked.

"I've spent the last couple of weeks trying to cure Paul Roberts of the
virus you deliberately infected him with."

"Deliberately infected?" she said in an incredulous tone.  At least now
it was becoming clear why Paul had run away from her after catching the
virus.  He had become convinced that she had done it on purpose.

Kingston explained how he knew Paul and how his research into the virus
had been hijacked by his drug smuggling boss, Quince.  He told Anne how
Quince had replaced nine policemen and women so that he could make one
last drug shipment and then disappear.  "This is the only transformed
cop who is still alive." Michael said pointing to the sleeping girl.

"What happened to Paul?  Where is he?"

Michael looked downcast.  "I...tried making a stronger form of the
virus to reverse what you did to him."

"You did what!?  That's what I tried, but the success rate is too low
to risk!  You tried that on him!?"

"I didn't.  I knew how dangerous it was.  Quince tricked Paul into
taking it, but he got lucky and survived," Michael pointed to the
sleeping girl, "though he is a twin of Jeff now."

Anne looked at Jeff, Paul looked like this now.  She turned back to
Michael.  "So, where is Paul now?"

"He's in surgery.  He was shot saving Mandy and Jeff.  It's serious."

Anne felt her legs giving way.  One of the policemen caught her before
she fell and helped her to a chair.  She sat in a state of shock.  It
was all her fault.  If she hadn't been so eager to try out her virus on
her lab assistant, Jim, none of this would have happened.  If she had
managed to stop Paul from running away, he wouldn't be here now.

If he dies, she thought, I'll never be able to forgive myself.



18.  Chapter



Quince had stopped at a cheap motel late in the night and had booked
into a room.  He was glad to finally stop driving; his leg had been
getting cramp.

As soon as he reached his room, he opened his suitcase.  A quick check
confirmed that the vials and money were present and intact.  The vials
were clearly labelled.  The last thing that Quince wanted to do was
take the wrong one.

Quince regretted leaving his horses behind, but there wasn't any real
choice.  At least with the DNA viruses based on their genetic patterns,
he'd be able to recreate them wherever he finally settled.

He pulled out the virus that was meant for him.  Over the last two
weeks, he had seen the virus transform nearly twenty people.  It never
failed to fascinate him.  Now, at last, it was his turn.  He felt a
little fear at the idea of completely changing his body, but he had no
choice now.  He was responsible for the murder of eight policemen,
including a captain.  The authorities would never rest until he was
brought to justice.  He replaced the vial and shut the suitcase.

Quince decided to have a shower before he took the DNA virus.  He stood
and stripped off his shirt, before going to the small bathroom.

His leg gave another twinge.  Quince swore.  The cramp seemed to be
getting worse, not better.  He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them
and his underpants to the floor.  He examined his leg and he was
shocked to see it covered in short brown hair between his knee and
thigh.

He ran his hand over the hair and suddenly realised where he had seen
it before.  On his horse.  He gripped the side of the sink as his head
reeled in shock.

Quince had been stabbed in the leg with a syringe by Jeff.  It had
contained a DNA virus based on one of his horses.  He had thought that
none of the virus had been injected into him, but obviously a small
amount had entered his leg.

As the virus reproduced, the rate of change accelerated.  Before his
horrified eyes, Quince's upper leg lengthened and changed.  The virus
raced up towards his hips and down to his foot with frightening speed.
Panic gripped Quince.  His humanity was being stolen from him!

Suddenly, he remembered the vial of human DNA virus.  Only another DNA
virus would allow him to stay even partly human.  He had to get to the
suitcase before he changed even further.

He turned to leave the bathroom just as his pelvis wrenched itself into
a new shape:  a shape designed for four legs and not two.  Unable to
stand upright, Quince found himself thrust over onto all fours.

"NO!!" He cried in despair.  He struggled to rise to his feet and
failed.  Looking back, he could see the virus reach and radically
change his foot.  The foot drew back on itself as the nails of his toes
merged and grew into a hoof.

The virus started making its way down his other leg, but Quince was
watching his crotch.  The virus had been based on the foal, since it
was roughly the same size as a human.  Quince wished that the foal had
been male, as his penis and testicles were absorbed into his body.  His
mind couldn't face the idea of what had replaced them.

Quince was now possessed by utter hysteria.  He had to reach the vial
in the suitcase.  It was his only hope.  His hooves slipped on the
tiled floor as he dragged his body through the door of the bathroom.
He had little time left.  Already the virus was making its way up his
torso.

He struggled across the floor to the bed, trying to get his human arms
and his equine back legs to work together.  He caught his reflection in
the wardrobe mirror.  He saw his grossly altered body looking back at
him.  He knew at that moment that even if he took the other virus, only
his head, shoulders, and arms would remain human.  As a half-human
freak, he'd never be free and he'd probably end up in some laboratory
somewhere.  Perhaps it was better to become totally a horse.

But Quince refused to give up that easily.  He might only be partly
human, but that was better than not human at all.

He reached the bed.  Thankfully, he hadn't locked the suitcase.  He
tried to flip open the catches, but for some reason he couldn't manage
to do it.  He screamed in total panic as he watched his fingers shrink.
Fur was sprouting down the lengths of his arms as they reshaped into
horse's legs.  He beat the suitcase with hands that had almost
completely turned into hooves, but the toughened case easily withstood
his attack.

Quince felt his face start to bulge and elongate.  His eyes were pushed
to the sides of his face as his snout grew.  "Please, no!" he tried to
say.  All that emerged was a strangled neighing sound.  He turned his
now-massive head and looked in the mirror.  He could do nothing, but
watch in great sadness and fear as the last part of his humanity was
stripped away.

His vision was different.  The colors were muted.  He watched the
young, shaking female horse staring back at him.  He could see no trace
of the human that he had been moments before.

Unsteadily, he walked around the room desperately trying to work out
what to do next.  He was a horse, and that limited him terribly.  Who
could he turn to?

The only person who could possible help him was his assistant, but how
could he find him?  Quince suddenly realised he couldn't remember his
assistants name.  That was crazy, he had worked with Quince for over
two years.  Together they had co-ordinated the whole operation.

Quince tried to think, but his thoughts seemed sluggish and his
memories more vague than he was used to.  What had addled his brains?
It finally occurred to him that he no longer had his brains.  His mind
was now housed in an equine brain.  A brain which was less complex than
a human's.

How much have I lost?  Quince wondered.  As he walked around the room,
he tried to get used to walking on four legs instead of two.  He was
still a bit shaky, but he was starting to get used to his grossly
altered body.  On the door of the room was a list of instruction on
what to do in event of a fire.  Quince could focus on the words quite
clearly, but he had great difficulty in deciphering the words.  He had
been rendered illiterate by his loss of knowledge.

He had to find his assistant, somehow.  The door wasn't locked, but
Quince couldn't open it.  He keenly missed his hands, now transformed
into useless hooves.  Finally, in frustration, he turned around and
slammed his back feet into the door.  After several hits the door burst
open and Quince trotted out into the corridor.

The first priority was to get away.  He couldn't afford to be captured.
He raced down the stairs as fast as he dared on his unsteady legs and
shot past the startled receptionist.  He didn't stop running until he
was well away from the motel and the road.

For hours he wandered across fields in the dark.  Just before dawn he
came across a small farm.  By now his thoughts were further dulled by
exhaustion and he almost didn't see the three men until they had
surrounded him.

Quince could understand their speech, but some of the longer words
escaped him.  They were surprised a foal of this quality was wandering
loose.  After a short argument, they decided to keep him unless someone
came looking for him.  Soon he found himself locked in a stable.  He
knew no one would be coming to save him.

As the days passed he looked for the opportunity to escape, but his
captors were careful with their horses.  Quince had always been proud
of his mind and how he could think his way out of any problem.  Now his
IQ had dropped significantly and vast amounts of knowledge were
forgotten.  His reduced mind power was unable to help him escape.

He became very depressed.  He knew that even if he managed to escape
the farm, he could never escape his body.  He quickly lost track of
time and it was only with the passing of the seasons that he knew he
had been there for many months.  Quince detested his new status, but he
could see no way out.

It was nearly a year after Quince was captured that his owners decided
to find a stallion to service him.  He had obvious pedigree so, they
had no trouble matching Quince with a top stallion.

It was only when the stallion turned female after the second time he
and Quince mated that Quince's owners started wondering if they had got
such a bargain after all.



19.  Chapter



It seemed to Paul to take forever from the instant Quince fired to the
moment that the bullet slammed into him.  Paul could remember being
surprised at the force of the impact.  He had slumped to the floor,
feeling his blood staining his blouse.

He was surprised that there was no pain.  That means the damage is very
bad, thought a corner of his mind.  He had no time to ponder it further
as the world rushed away, leaving only darkness.

Paul had brief snatches of awareness in the ambulance, and later as he
was rushed to an operating table.  After an endless instant, he became
aware of a dark tunnel which he seemed to be plunging through at high
speed.  There was no feeling of motion.

Looking ahead, he could see a bright, white light, which somehow didn't
hurt his eyes.  As he approached, he could see human figures in the
light, beckoning to him.

                            * * * * * * * * *

"We're losing her!" said the nurse standing next to the surgeon.

The surgeon continued working at breakneck speed.  This girl had been
very unlucky.  He had seen people riddled with bullets survive with
ease.  She had only been shot once, but it might have done enough to
finish her.  "Just hold on, girl." he told his patient.

                            * * * * * * * * *

Paul came to a stop just outside the light.  He could still feel a
strong link to his body on the operating table.  He wanted to reach the
light so badly, yet he knew he couldn't leave his life behind.

With that thought, the light receded, and he accelerated back the way
he had come.

He awoke to dull feeling of pain across his chest.  He was dimly aware
of being in a bed with various things strapped to him.  Paul cracked
open his eyes and saw Mandy and Anne standing over him.

Anne smiled.  "Welcome back.  We thought we'd lost you there."

"The docs say you're doing fine," Mandy added.

Anne doesn't look angry, Paul thought groggily.  He had many questions
he wanted to ask, but he was already drifting back to sleep.

"You'd best leave her to sleep for now." The nurse said to Anne and
Mandy.  "We'll let you know when she wakes up again."

Anne nodded.  She and Mandy headed back out of the ward.  "I'll be glad
when I can get Paul out of here and back home." she said.

"Don't you think you've done enough?" Mandy asked sharply.

"What are you talking about?"

"Paul told me what you did to him!" she said hotly.  "You deliberately
infected him with that virus and turned him half female!"

Anne looked at Mandy in amazement.  "That's not the way it happened at
all.  My lab assistant, Jim, accidentally caught the virus.  He became
a copy of my niece.  While he was in a female body, Paul got him drunk
and had sex with him.  Paul picked up the virus, and it started
transforming him from the head down.  If I hadn't got there when I did,
he would have been completely female.  He must have thought I set the
whole thing up.  No wonder he ran off."

Mandy digested that piece of information.  It did make sense.  Anne was
a respected scientist, according to Michael.  It did seem very unlikely
that she'd deliberately infect someone with an experimental virus.
"But now you've found him, you can cure him?"

"There is no cure, not yet anyway.  I came up with the stronger
solution idea that Dr.  Kingston had, but that's too dangerous to use."

Mandy was silent for a moment.  "So, he's stuck like that."

Anne nodded.  "I'm afraid so.  At least for the time being.  I'm
positive I can find some way to remove the virus without destroying the
host, given time."

"What happened to your lab assistant?"

"My niece has moved in with him." Anne saw the look on Mandy's face.
"They seem happy."

"I'm still not happy with him moving back with you."

"We've been lovers for five years.  I'm not about to turn my back on
him in his hour of need."

In another part of the hospital, Michael quietly entered Jeff's
bedroom.  He saw Jeff, wearing a white cotton night-dress, standing by
the window.  "Jeff?"

She turned and smiled sadly at him, "Come in."

"How are you?"

"It seems like a strange dream.  I still can't believe that I'm going
to be stuck in a woman's body for the rest of my life."

Michael joined her at the window.  "What are you going to do now?"

"The docs say I'm going to need to see a shrink.  What that bastard did
to me will take a while to sort out."

"You seem to be returning to your old self."

The woman shrugged, "Maybe.  I catch myself looking at men."

Michael looked at her.  "Eh?"

"You know, really looking.  Like I used to look at good looking girls."
She sounded embarrassed.

"Dr.  Chamberlain says that you may just be adjusting to your new body.
You do have a female brain and body now."

"It doesn't feel right." She sighed, watching her own breasts rise and
fall as she did so.  "But I'll survive.  If I give in now, Quince and
Bill will have won."

Michael was glad to hear some of the old Jeff returning to the woman.
"They say Paul is making a good recovery.  He should pull through
okay."

"That's good news.  In a way, Paul is family now.  I wouldn't want to
lose him.  I owe him my life." She was quiet for a moment.  "How are
the local cops taking all this?"

"I think they're finally believing the story.  Dr.  Chamberlain's
institute is backing her story.  The authorities want to clamp down on
the virus, but I think its only a matter of weeks before this all
becomes public knowledge."

"Terrific." Jeff knew that if the press got a whiff of the story, she
would be hounded for weeks.



20.  Chapter



Paul was well enough to leave the hospital a couple of months later.
He had become more comfortable with his new body, but he still found it
hard to deal with the loss of his manhood.

What he found most difficult to adjust to was the way that other people
reacted to him.  Men seemed to want to help him, as if he wasn't
capable of performing any task.  At first he had thought it was because
of his injury, but even now that he was well on the way to recovery, he
was still treated the same.

Even worse was the way men ogled his body.  It was quite a beautiful
body, Paul knew.  His own reactions to being mentally undressed by
every passing man were a little schizophrenic.  On the one hand, he was
embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment.
On several occasions when he had been dozing in his hospital room he
had wondered what it would be like to make love with a man who truly
cared for him.

He was going to have to get used to these feelings.  Anne had explained
that because he had a totally female brain and feelings, his mental
state would shift somewhat towards a feminine viewpoint.

Both Anne and Mandy spent as much time as they could with Paul.  He
could sense a tension between them whenever the three of them were
together.  Anne spent her days on her laptop trying out various
computer models in an attempt to find a way to defeat the virus.  Mandy
went straight from work at the burger bar to the hospital each day.

He liked Mandy a lot, and part of him wished that they could go back to
sharing a run-down apartment.  It wouldn't be fair to Anne, though.
She really had done a lot for him, and he had finally found out that
his transformation wasn't her fault.

Neither Quince nor Simonds had been tracked down, but the rather
confused report given by a manager of a motel to the police told Paul
that Quince hadn't gotten away with it.  The manager had found a
briefcase full of money and some vials of a colorless liquid in a room
that a horse had broken out of.  The police hadn't be able to work out
how the horse had been smuggled into the room without anyone noticing.

At the airport, he had said goodbye to Mandy.  Both of them had broken
down into floods of tears.  She had known that she wasn't going to be
able to hold onto Paul after the reappearance of Anne, but that didn't
make Paul's departure any easier.

Paul felt a little embarrassed by his tears, but for once he was glad
he was now female.  A similar performance from a man would have been
considered very odd by the other passengers.

"Are you okay?" Anne asked as they settled into their seats on the
plane.

Paul wiped his eyes with a tissue.  "Yeah, I'm fine.  I just realised
how much I'll miss Mandy."

"Hmmm," answered Anne in a neutral tone.

Paul could tell she was still annoyed by his infidelity with Mandy.
"We'll work it out.  You'll go back to finding a cure and I'll try to
restart my career."

"You're going back to being a lawyer?" Anne asked in surprise.

"I never stopped being a lawyer.  I doubt that being female AND black
will help my career, but I'm not going to let that stop me."

Anne smiled.  That sounded like the Paul she remembered.  She did her
best to hide it, but she still found it hard to believe that the short
and buxom black woman was her boyfriend of five years.

After the plane touched down, Paul and Anne were greeted by a young
couple.  Paul's heart gave a little skip when he recognised them.  They
were Jim and Julie.  Each of them now wore the body of the other,
though Paul found it impossible to tell that from looking at them.

Julie, in Jim's athletic male body, had his arm around Jim's dainty
shoulders.  Jim had his arm around Julie's waist and was wearing a
white dress that displayed a fair amount of cleavage.  Both seemed
secure in their new identities.

"Hiya, Anne." The girl said brightly, "and this must be Paul.  Welcome
back."

"Uhh...thanks." Paul's eyes strayed down Jim's front.  She had put on
some weight since he had last seen her.  No, that wasn't right.  It
looked like her belly had grown, but not the rest of her.

Jim saw where Paul was looking.  "Just under six months to go," she
told him.

"Six months?" Finally, everything clicked into place in his head.
"You're pregnant?!"

"Yeah, come on.  We'll leave Julie and Anne to get the luggage."

Paul was at a loss.  Just three months before, Jim had been a
one-hundred-percent heterosexual male.  Now he seemed totally female
and was revelling in being with child.  Was this what he'd be like in a
few months time?

"You didn't waste any time with Julie."

"Well, we didn't intend to have kids this early.  I would have waited a
few years myself, but I didn't take the right precautions the first
time as a girl and then I found myself pregnant.

"The first time?  You mean I'm..."

"The father.  Yes."

Paul couldn't think of anything to say.  He followed Jim in a
shell-shocked silence back to the car.



21.  Chapter



Paul brushed his long, curly hair out of his eyes as he lowered his
mouth to Anne's pussy.  He ran his tongue gently over her lower lips
until he reached her clit.

He smiled as he heard Anne give a very familiar moan.  At last she was
getting into the mood.  Paul began licking and nipping at her cunt.  He
had always enjoyed eating pussy.  He had introduced Anne to it when
they had first made love.

Relations between them had been a little rocky since Paul had arrived
at Anne's house.  She was trying hard to get things back to normal
between them, but both of them were finding it difficult.

After a romantic dinner, they had made their way to Anne's bed.  Paul
and Anne had spent many nights together this way in the past, but this
was the first time with Paul in a woman's body.

By now, Anne was starting to thrust with her hips as she approached
orgasm.  He ran a hand around her thigh, stroking her soft flesh.  Anne
was giving large animalistic grunts of pleasure as her climax washed
over her.  Paul could feel his own pussy growing wet as he listened to
her.  He loved the way she was able to let go completely during sex.

He licked her to two more powerful orgasms before he moved up her body.
He kissed her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her thin,
delicate neck, before reaching her mouth.  Anne's eyes were closed, as
she enjoyed the feelings of being loved.  Paul kissed her, softly at
first, and then with increasing passion.  His hands cupped her breasts
and massaged her stiff nipples.

Anne wrapped her legs around him and rolled on top of him in one sudden
movement.  This was the part of their lovemaking where Anne would
usually take control.  Anne reached down between Paul's legs, searching
for something that was no longer there.  She opened her eyes and looked
down.

Paul could tell from the look on her face that her mood had been
broken.  She kissed him chastely on the lips and rolled off of him.

They held hands and finally Anne spoke.  "I'm sorry, Paul.  I thought
that I had could get used to it." She was filled with a sense that she
had let Paul down.  While he had been eating her pussy she had been
able to imagine it was the old male Paul down there.  When she had
climbed on top of him and looked down, however, she had been confronted
with a very beautiful and a very female young woman.  No part of Paul
was unchanged.  He even had a feminine scent.  She knew that it was her
Paul inside, but she still felt she was trying to make love to another
woman.

"It's alright," Paul whispered, "Inhibitions are hard to break."

Later that night, Paul awoke with a pressure in his bladder.  Still
half asleep, he stumbled into the bathroom.  He stood stupidly in front
of the toilet before remembering that he had to sit down now.  Even
after a month as a woman, he was still forgetting that.  After he had
finished and cleaned himself, he stood in front of the full-length
mirror.

Even half-asleep and with hair unkempt, he still looked beautiful.  He
wasn't surprised that Anne had been put off.  She didn't have that many
inhibitions, but she wasn't really a lesbian.  Over the last week,
things had been strained between them.  Perhaps the spark between them
had died out.  It hadn't exactly been that strong during the months
before Paul had first caught the DNA virus.  At least he didn't have to
worry that Anne would catch the virus.  She had found a way to make it
much less infectious just a day after he had run away from her lab.

Quietly, he slipped back into Anne's bedroom and carefully climbed back
into the large bed.

He was almost fully asleep when he felt the hand on his thigh.  He came
slightly more awake as he wondered what Anne was up to.  The hand slid
slowly over and down between Paul's legs.  She ran her fingertips along
his lower lips very lightly at first, until they reached the nub of his
clitoris.

Then, slowly but deliberately, she slipped a finger inside him.  Paul
couldn't contain the breathy gasp that escaped from him.  She knew he
was awake now.  She withdrew from his aroused pussy and turned her
attention to his breasts.

First she caressed them with her hand, teasing his already-aroused
nipples.  Then she lowered her head to them.  Paul shivered in
anticipation as he felt the first hesitant touches of her tongue.  With
each passing second, her tongue grew bolder, and soon she had sucked
the whole of his engorged and supersensitive nipple into her hot, eager
mouth.

Paul surrendered to the waves of pleasure running through him.  He was
still surprised by how sensitive his breasts could be.  He ran his
hands down Anne's back and cupped her ass.  Then he edged his hand
underneath her and slid a finger into a vagina.  She was just as wet
and turned on as he was.

Soon, Paul was working all four fingers of his hand in Anne's pussy.
He found himself approaching orgasm just from having his breasts played
with.  Before he could reach that point, however, Anne pulled away from
his nipple.  He was briefly worried that she had decided to stop again.
Then she turned around on the bed and kneeled over his head.  She
dropped her head between his soft thighs and kissed his eager pussy.

Paul lifted his knees and spread his legs so that Anne could get at his
pussy more easily.  He had always loved oral sex with women, and he
found himself dying to find out what it would be on the other end.  He
felt Anne's hot breath wash over his pussy and then her tongue was
running over his aroused clit.

As she started lapping at his pussy, Paul felt erotic shocks leap
through his body.  This was his third bout of intercourse since
becoming female.  The first time had been with Bill, something that
still disgusted him.  The second time had been with Anne earlier that
evening, which had ended in frustration.  Now, at last, he was about to
be fulfilled.

He looked up to see Anne's pelvis gyrating above his head.  He gently
eased her rear down until her pussy was mere inches from his face.
Paul started running his tongue around Anne's lower lips.  Then he ran
his tongue over her clit and began to bring Anne to her first explosive
orgasm.

Anne moaned, but didn't stop licking and nibbling at Paul's aroused
pussy.  Paul was almost unconsciously thrusting his hips and spreading
his legs.  He wanted to feel more than just Anne's tongue inside him.
Paul was the first to reach orgasm and he gave a low and extremely sexy
moan as he came as a woman for only the second time.  It seemed to him
as if a fire was rushing through his body from his pussy and his
breasts.  As it coursed through him it seemed every nerve ending was in
ecstasy.  It seemed to last forever.

When he finally came back to his senses, he set about bringing Anne to
her own climax.  She was already highly aroused.  It wasn't long before
she reached her orgasm and shrieked her pleasure to the world.

Later, as Anne slept in his arms, Paul thought about his new anatomy.
While he had been in the hospital he had done his best to ignore his
rearranged plumbing.  He missed his manhood, and he felt uneasy about
what had replaced it.  It did feel very different to make love as a
woman.  Maybe women did have the best of it.

                          * * * * * * * * * * *

Anne finished checking Paul's outfit, finally nodding her approval.
They had woken late, and had had to rush to be ready for the press
conference later that morning.

"Yeah, you'll do." Anne said before she rushed off to finish her
make-up.

It wasn't until they were in Anne's car, on their way to the institute,
that Paul asked her about the previous night.

"I was awake for a couple of hours trying to work out why I was unable
to make love with you," she said, "I decided that trying to pretend
that you were in your male body, and then suddenly being presented with
the fact that you weren't, was what was turning me off.  So I decided
to try and tackle your new body full-on."

"How do you feel about it now?" Paul asked.

"Very odd," she replied, "I'd be lying if I said I felt fine about it.
I've always thought of lesbianism as something taboo and embarrassing."

Paul smiled slightly.  "I understand.  Do you feel like repeating the
experience?"

"Hell, yes!" she said, grinning.  "The first time was the most
difficult.  I know you're Paul inside, and I can adjust.  Just give me
a little time."

"No problem," said Paul, "Let's just take everything one day at a
time."

"This is going to be a testing time for both of us.  When I announce
the existence of the DNA-altering, virus the world's press is going to
descend on us.  It'll only get worse when you reveal what happened to
you." She glanced quickly at Paul.  "Are you sure you still want to go
through with that?"

Paul shrugged.  "I want to carry on my job.  We both know any cure is
way off.  I have to get on with my life.  Believe me, if I could avoid
this, I would."

"The papers will have a field day with you," warned Anne.

"I don't care.  I'll sue 'em if they go too far."

"What about your job?  Do you still have one?"

"The DEA guys told my boss that I was in the hospital.  He held my
position open."

"And when he finds out how you've changed?"

Paul smiled, "If he doesn't give me my job back, I'll have him
prosecuted for racism AND sexism."

Anne glanced at Paul and saw the familiar grin on Paul's new face.  "I
know we have had a really bad time lately, but despite everything, I
still love you and I do want to be with you."

"I love you, too." Paul said and he could feel tears in his eyes.

"Don't start crying, or you'll smudge your make-up!" said Anne in a
mock-stern voice.

Then the institute came into, view and they started to prepare for the
upcoming news release.



22.  Chapter



The actual announcement was fairly low-key.  Anne submitted papers to
the more respected science journals, and forwarded copies to various
research groups working in the same field as herself.  At the same
time, she held a small press conference.

For the first few days she was deluged by phone calls, faxes and
e-mails asking all sorts of questions about the DNA virus.  Most of the
researchers contacting her from around the world couldn't believe her
claims.

By the second week, the mainstream press had noticed something was
going on, and had produced a series of ill-informed scare stories.
Anne embarked on a series of interviews to state the facts about the
DNA-altering virus.

At the end of the week, Paul drove into the Institute.  Anne had been
living there for the last week since the security was better.

Paul had moved back to his own home for awhile.  It had been odd.  When
he had first opened his wardrobe, he had breathed in the male smell
that had used to belong to him.  He had found the scent to be slightly
erotic.  He had found himself feeling a little alone in the house, and
he had spent his time sorting out all his clothes.  He decided he could
keep a few odd shirts and most of his jumpers, but the rest were of no
use to him any more.

After the press conference today, he would be moving into the institute
with Anne.  When the Press found out about him, they were going to go
absolutely mad trying to get to him.  It took him the better part of
half an hour to get through the reporters camped outside.

Inside her lab, Anne was talking with Jim and Julie.  She turned as
Paul entered.  "Hi Paul!  Any trouble getting through?"

"It took me ages to reach the gate.  I think there are even more out
there than there were yesterday.  Have you heard what the government is
going to do?"

"I think some of them want it banned, but most of them realize that
it's better to regulate it rather than push it underground.  Anyway,
now that we know that it's possible to do, other countries will develop
it."

"Have you decided what you're going to tell the world?" Paul asked Jim.

"About us?" the pregnant girl asked.  "We're not saying anything.  No
one needs to know that Julie and I used to be each other, so it's for
the best if the Press doesn't find out.  I don't think we could handle
that level of attention.  The Press is bad enough now, and that's just
because I, well Julie now, work for Anne." Jim smiled sadly.  She knew
that Paul didn't have that option.  "It's going to be very difficult
for you."

"Only for the first year or so." Paul replied with a grin.  "This is
something I have to do.  Either I stand my ground and try to regain my
life, or I'll spend the rest of my days running from it.  How are you
two and the baby holding up?"

Julie answered for them.  "We're doing fine, but this kid is going to
have a strange life.  Both her mother and father are women who used to
be men, and her stepdad used to be a woman."

Paul had been surprised at how relieved he had been when he had found
out that neither Jim nor Julie held any ill feelings to him over what
had happened.  They wanted their unborn daughter to grow up knowing her
father, even if he was now a young woman.  "She's going to grow up in a
new world.  Perhaps it won't seem strange to her." Paul said.

"Are you ready for the press conference?" Anne asked him.

"No, but let's get it over with." The next few weeks and months were
going to be hell.  The Press would pry into every aspect of the life of
the first known person to be transformed by the DNA virus.

                          * * * * * * * * * * *

"There has been a sensational development in the story of the new
miracle DNA virus.  It has now been revealed that a man has already
been exposed to it.  For more on this story we go over live to Lynn
Hong, who was at this morning's press conference."

"Thank you, Tom.  Dr.  Anne Chamberlain made the sensational claim
today that a lawyer, Paul Roberts, had been transformed from a white
man in his forties into a black woman with a physical age of twenty by
the DNA virus."

"Dr.  Chamberlain, did you deliberately expose Paul Roberts to the
virus?"

"Certainly not.  I can't give you details at this time, but Mr Roberts
was instrumental in stopping an attempt to steal the DNA virus.  He was
exposed to the virus during this attempt."

"If I could turn to you Mister...uh Miss...  Roberts.  Which do you
prefer?"

"Well as you can imagine, this is a very strange situation.  I'm not
really a Mister anymore, but I find it very odd to be called Miss."

"Has this change altered the way that you think in any way?"

"Not at all.  Inside, I'm still me."

"You were a lawyer before your sex-change.  What are you going to do
now?"

"I'm still a lawyer, Lynn.  I've already been told by my firm that they
will be happy to have me back."

"This is a delicate question, but has your sexual orientation altered
with your body?"

"No.  I still fancy women just as much as I did before."

"What does the future hold?"

"Who knows?  Being a pioneer, even an accidental one like me, is never
easy, but I've made a promise to myself not to give up."

"Thank you, and now back to Tom in the studio."

"And in other news, The White House has dismissed the claims of New
York stripper Kirstie Lander.  Lander claimed yesterday that she was,
in fact, President Clinton, who had been transformed by the DNA virus.
She is currently demanding several hundred million dollars in
compensation.

                          * * * * * * * * * * *

It was several long hours before the reporters were escorted from the
building.  Anne and Paul were back in the lab, where she had developed
the virus.

Paul slumped into a chair and enjoyed the silence.  "God, I'm glad
that's over."

"For today, anyway," Anne replied.  "Did your boss really give you your
job back?"

"Yeah.  I went around to his place yesterday with some guys from the
government.  He was convinced it was a wind-up.  It took videos of the
tests the government scientists have been working on and my knowledge
of things that only he and I could know before he believed me."

"What things?"

"Ah, I can't say.  Client confidentiality you see." He watched Anne
pour out two mugs of coffee.  "Uh...  I have a confession to make."

"Oh?" she said as she handed him the coffee.

"Well, when I was staying with Mandy, we...sort of slept together."

"Oh, that." replied Anne in a relaxed voice.

Paul stared at her in utter surprise.  "You knew!?"

"Mandy told me in the hospital while you were recovering." Anne said.

Paul couldn't hear any animosity in her voice.  "I...  I'm sorry you
had to find out that way."

"When I first found out you had slept with Jim, I was absolutely
furious.  She wasn't the only one you've been with since we've been
together?"

"No, there were two others.  No one you know."

"Well, I can't pretend I'm very happy with the situation, but according
to Mandy, you were very drunk."

"Ummm...yeah." he replied, fairly embarrassed.

"Look, as I see it, you've more than paid for your sins over the last
month or so.  Lets just wipe the slate clean and start again.  We've
got a strong base to carry on from.  I'm not saying it'll be easy, but
I'm not willing to give up on us yet."

Paul could feel tears welling up inside him, and he fought to hold them
back as he hugged Anne.  "You were always too good for me."

"Yeah, I know." She replied softly.

After a few minutes, Paul regained control and, together they went and
peeked through the blinds at the Press camped outside the gates.

"Are you sure that revealing yourself to the world was a good idea?"
Asked Anne.

"What choice did I have?" he said, "I had to stop running.  Look where
it got me last time.  If I had run away from this, I'd have spent the
rest of my life in fear of discovery.  I had to do this."

Anne nodded.  She looked at him, smiling.  "You'll be okay.  I think
you've come through all this a better person."

"We'll be all over the papers tomorrow as the weird, lesbian sex
couple."

"Fuck 'em." Anne said.

"What?" Paul was surprised to hear that sort of language from Anne.

"Fuck 'em," she repeated, "All that matters is that we have each
other."

Paul could feel the tears escaping now, but he didn't care.  They
embraced again.  He knew then that he would never do anything stupid to
jeopardize their relationship again.

The road ahead would be long and hard for both of them, but they had
rekindled their love for each other.  Soon they were kissing, and for a
long while they cared only for each other's needs, while the world
outside was forgotten.

The End of DNA II

I will return to the DNA universe and Anne, Paul, Jeff, Jim, Julie,
Michael and Mandy at some point in the future (probably early '97).
DNA III will be about the problems Jeff and Paul will have in adjusting
to their new lives.