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DNA III - Part 2
Two parts in one go! Well, I've got a lot of lost time to
make up for. I'm planning a little something around the first two
DNA stories, but I won't say what just yet.
Hopefully, part three and four will be out within two weeks.
My website is at http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/2525.
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As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.
DNA III - Part Two
by
Stephanie
"So, how have you've been since we last met?"
"Not good. I haven't been able to sleep."
"No? Why is that?"
"I'm starting to have this same dream over and over. Sometimes
even two or three times a night."
"I see. And what happens in these dreams?"
"Well...uh...I'm walking into the precinct house where I
was stationed and I'm still in my old, male body. I walk through to the
locker room, saying hi to my colleagues. Then I go to change into my
uniform..."
"Go on, Jeff."
"Okay...I unbutton my shirt and look down...and I have a pair of
tits. I...really don't want to talk about the next bit. I don't feel
easy thinking about it, let alone telling a psychiatrist!"
"It's okay, Jeff. I'm only here to be a friendly ear and help
point you in the right direction. Please, tell me the rest of the dream.
"Alright. I look up in shock after seeing my breasts and then I
see every man in the locker room staring at me. I can tell, just by the
looks on their faces, that they want me...sexually. Then they walk over
and they... and they..."
"It's okay, Jeff, just relax. Returning to your dream they have
sex with you?"
"Yes, but that isn't the worst of it. In the dream
I'm...willing. Despite the fact that I'm really a man I still willingly
have sex with them. I even encourage them and demand that they...well...
fuck me.
"I just wish that this was one big nightmare, that I'd wake up
and still be a man! There's nothing wrong with being a woman, but I'm
not supposed to be one!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"There you are, Paul. I've been looking all over for you."
Paul blinked and turned away from the window. Standing behind
him was a beautiful eighteen-year-old woman. Paul found his eyes drawn
to her pregnancy; it seemed an age ago that he had had sex with her.
"I was just daydreaming, Ji-- I mean Julie. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," 'Julie' replied, "even after all this
time I still can't get used to the new name either.
'Julie' had once been called Jim, and been Anne's lab assistant.
According to Anne, Jim had accidentally been infected with a DNA virus
based on Anne's niece, Julie.
Julie had later deliberately taken a DNA virus based on Jim's
body so to cover up the accident and protect Anne. The two transformed
people had fallen in love with each other and had wisely decided to keep
the whole incident secret. Paul rather envied them; at least they could
avoid the direct gaze of the media that way. Even though they'd taken on
the names of the bodies they now wore several months ago, they, Anne and
Paul often made slip-ups and called them by their original names.
"I heard about the move," Julie said. "I don't much fancy the
idea of spending time in an army camp."
"Neither do I, but it won't be for long." He paused before
asking, "How are you doing with the baby and everything?"
She rested a hand on her bulge and smiled. "I freaked out at
first, but now I wouldn't give it up for the world."
"Do you know whether it's a boy or a girl yet?"
"It's a girl, but we knew that before I got myself tested. The
DNA virus will have made it a clone of this body." She noticed the
downcast look on Paul's face. "What's up?"
"Well... it's silly really. I thought that was the last piece of
the real me in there, but it's been changed just like everything else.
I've always assumed - without thinking about it really - that I'd be a
father one day. This is perhaps my one and only chance."
Julie took one of Paul's slim, dark hands and held it over the
baby in her womb. "Jim and me have been talking it over. When the baby
is born we'll register him as the father."
"I understand," Paul sighed.
"No, you don't." Julie replied quickly. "It's not because we
don't want you involved, it's because any child of yours will become the
center of attention for that huge media circus out there. You are the
father and our child will grow up knowing who you really are and who me
and Jim really are."
"Thank you," Paul said simply and had to wipe his eyes.
"Don't thank me yet," Julie said as she turned and headed for
the door, "I expect you to do a fair share of the diaper changing."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Michael Kingston finished setting up the cultures and retreated
from the clean room. He updated his notes and then sat back in his
chair. Looking around at the state-of-the-art lab he could only marvel
at the way his luck had changed.
Not that many weeks ago, his career had been in tatters and his
boss had been an odious drug-smuggler by the name of Quince. He had had
no-one else to blame for ending up there than himself. An idiotic
attempt to steal a colleague's work and pass it off as his own had put
him there working for a criminal. Paul had defended him in court - and
won - but Michael's reputation was shattered.
It was still virtually impossible to believe that he had gone
from that to working for one of the foremost scientists - certainly the
most well known - on the planet. Anne had made him prove his competency
before she let him in her lab, but since he was the only other scientist
to have examined the DNA virus he did have a natural advantage. He had
undergone an extensive debriefing session from the DEA and even now he
was sure they didn't trust him.
At that moment, Anne arrived and slumped into a chair.
"That bad?" he asked her worriedly.
"No. Actually, the meeting with those officials went quite well.
They're only interested in its use as a weapon or in espionage, though."
"What else did you expect from them?"
"True," Anne replied. "The good news is that you're still on the
project. They had some objections, but they didn't seem to be that
worried by your presence."
"The bad news?" he asked.
"We're moving to a military facility until the new buildings are
ready."
"What's wrong with that? Security is good here, but it isn't
good enough."
He shivered as he remembered the events of just the previous
week. Somehow, a religious lunatic had gotten inside the building. He
had obviously recognized Michael and had immediately attacked him,
screaming something about an 'insult against God'.
Security had arrived almost immediately and hauled Michael's
attacker away, but it left him worried. The next time someone broke in
any of them could pay with their lives.
"Perhaps," Anne replied, "but I don't want my research becoming
just another military project."
She quickly suited up and entered the clean room. Michael
watched nervously as she checked the cultures he had just set up, only
letting his breath out when she seemed happy with them. That was his
other major worry: Was he up to working with Anne Chamberlain?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So, has superdoc found a cure yet?" asked the voice on the
other end of the phone line.
"Give her a chance, Mandy," Paul replied, laughing. "Between all
the meetings and press briefings she's been forced to do I'm surprised
she finds any chance for research. Anyway, she's warned me a cure could
be years away."
"You sound more cheerful these days; how are you coping being an
African-American beauty queen?"
Paul laughed again, "It's weird. More than once I've woken up
and had the shock of my life when I felt my new body. I don't know if
I'll ever get used to it. How are you holding up?"
"Fine, considering. I still get reporters knocking on the door
or phoning me up at all hours and I lost my job at the burger bar."
"Oh no, what happened?"
"It wasn't the manager's fault. The place couldn't operate while
under siege from the press. I might head back to my parents for a while.
I haven't spoken to them since this all started; I worry what they make
of it all."
"You can always come here, if you want to hide out from the
storm."
"Really?"
"Yeah, we're moving to a military base soon, but I can get them
to send you a pass and the address."
"Will it be alright, with Anne I mean."
"Yeah, it'll be fine. It took us some time, but we've both adjusted
to the new situation."
"I might just take you up on that offer, Paul." Mandy said.
"It'll be good to find some peace and quiet. Never thought I'd get that
in an army base."
After Mandy had hung up, Paul belatedly worried about Anne's
reaction. She knew about the intimacy that he and Mandy had shared after
he had run away from Anne.
Anne had forgiven him for that, but he wasn't sure how she would
react to having Mandy under the same roof as them.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was unforgivably early in the morning when the transfer
began. Paul stifled a yawn as he watched the last packages being loaded
onto the three trucks. Anne was scurrying between the trucks making sure
all of her precious equipment and samples were secure.
Beyond the institute's gates he could see the massed ranks of
the press and several groups of demonstrators. It had been intended to
keep the move a secret until it had happened, but the news had quickly
leaked out.
"Everything ready?" Paul asked her as she approached.
"Just about," she replied. "Hopefully, not too much will get
broken."
"They're not total incompetents, Anne."
"Hmmm," she replied, unconvinced.
Paul turned to see Jim, Julie and Michael arrive.
"So what are the seating arrangements then?" Michael asked.
"You'll ride in the first truck, I'll follow in the second and
Jim will be in the third. Paul and Julie will have to follow in one of
the cars."
They each went to their assigned vehicles. "I should be up in
that truck, you know." Julie said.
"You're not Anne's lab assistant anymore," Paul pointed out.
"You're her niece. And anyway, you'll probably be better off in a car in
your condition."
"What condition?" Julie responded sharply.
"Well... your pregnancy." Paul replied, slightly taken aback.
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of glass. At
least Jim doesn't try to wrap me in cotton wool; he understands what a
pregnant woman is capable of."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. I'm not at my best in the mornings at the moment."
They climbed in the car and waited for the convoy to get under way. "Do
you have any idea what the human body goes through during pregnancy."
"Not any more than I was taught at school."
"I've been reading up on it. It's an amazing balancing act the
way the body produces just the right of this hormone or that hormone.
Just a slight imbalance somewhere along the line and the whole thing
comes crashing down. And I'll tell you this, I was horrified when I
first realized I could be pregnant, but now the idea of life being
created inside me is just the best feeling in the world."
Paul watched Julie's enlarged belly in awe. "I never really
thought about it," he said quietly.
"Maybe you'll get to experience it one day."
"No thank you. I'm not interested in men."
"You don't need a man to get pregnant, just a sperm bank." Julie
replied with a grin. "And the feelings for men are there, aren't they?"
"No. Well... maybe just a little."
Julie patted his hand. "Don't feel embarrassed about it." She
looked at the driver and then lowered her voice. "I faced the same thing
too, remember?"
Paul did remember. Julie had become a woman only a few days
before he did. Unlike Paul, however, Julie had embraced her newfound
femininity. He had changed mentally himself, he knew. Not to a great
extent, but he had become much more aware how attractive men could be.
Those thoughts frankly disturbed him and the knowledge that it was the
effect of his new body did little to calm him.
"Here we go," Julie remarked.
Paul looked on ahead. The gates were opening and the first of
the trucks was moving out. The car they were in was sandwiched between
the second and third truck and it took them several minutes to clear the
gate.
Outside a veritable wall of reporters met them.
"Wow!" Julie remarked in disbelief, "Now I know what the Queen
of England feels like. Should I give them a royal wave?"
"Do what you like," Paul replied sourly, "they won't be able to
see you through the darkened glass."
Several reporters broke through the cordon and rushed up to the
car, putting their cameras against the glass and taking as many photos
as they could before they were dragged off. Finally they made it to the
open road and met their escort to the army base.
"And I thought it was bad for me," Julie remarked as she looked
back.
"The attention will die off," he replied, "in a few years or so."
I hope, he added silently.
Behind and above the mass of reporters on a gantry were the
cameras for the larger news companies. The camera from CNN watched the
convoy disappear into the distance before turning to focus on its
reporter. Arnold Lester was in his early fifties, but had managed to
retain his looks - something that was becoming more and more important
in his job.
"From here, Dr Chamberlain and her team will proceed to
McDaniels Base sixty miles from here which used to be a premier military
research facility. In recent times it has been empty due to budget cuts.
For the next six months however it will be used by Dr. Chamberlain for
her research into the DNA virus."
It was hard to hear the voice of the news anchor in his earphone
over the noise of the various demonstrations still going on.
"Is this a permanent move, Arnold?" Asked Lynn Hong. She already
knew the answer, of course, and was just asking it so he could give more
information.
"Dr. Chamberlain has categorically denied that this move is
permanent, Lynn. She has stated that she fully expects to move into
civilian laboratories as soon as they are available."
"Arnold Lester at the Nomura Institute, thank you."
Arnold nodded and then stood frozen in the same position.
"And we're clear," said a young woman at the miniature control
desk.
Arnold got up and stretched. "Any sign of trouble?" he asked the
cameraman.
"None, the demonstrators are starting to pack up and go home."
"Total fucking waste of time us being here," Arnold added
sourly. He watched the protestors leaving. They should have at least had
the decency to riot, he thought. Then he would have gone away from the
Institute with something worthwhile.
"Thanks for working the board, Tanya," he told the woman at the
control desk. I thought I'd be managing that one myself when Tony fell
ill."
"Well," she replied, "when I saw how many other photographers
were here I knew I'd never be able to sell anything I took to anyone.
I'm new to the game and I don't have any contacts yet."
"And you're looking for a leg-up to network news already?"
Arnold said, amused.
Tanya Carter shrugged, "If you don't ask, you don't get."
"We're finished here for the day. Let's go get something to
eat." He turned to the cameraman, "I'll leave you to clear up, Mike.
Okay?"
"Yeah, sure," the cameraman replied. Leave me to do all the work
while you try and get her panties down, he thought.
"I know this place in town," Arnold said to Tanya as they walked
to his car. "It took me some time to find it, but I've been stuck here
covering this story ever since it broke, so I've had plenty of time. If
you're not doing anything else, that is."
"I'd be delighted," Tanya replied. "I haven't had a chance to
eat this morning."
Tanya had to admit he had excellent tastes and the meal proved
to be delicious. All through breakfast he told stories of his various
assignments over the years, right back to when he had first made a name
for himself in Vietnam.
Arnold noted how closely she was paying attention to his
stories. She seemed genuinely interested. He had known from the first
moment she had approached him that she was trying to use him to get into
television news, but he didn't mind. That was what all good reporters
did - used their initiative.
Tanya was very good-looking, with long blonde hair shaping a
luscious heart-shaped face. She was well stacked and curved in all the
right places. What the hell, he thought, if she doesn't work out I can
always drop her. "I actually have a vacancy going at the moment. It's
only a temporary spot and it's unofficial as hell, but..."
"...it gives me a chance to show what I can do." it wasn't lost
on Tanya that Arnold hadn't asked many questions about her career up to
now, but she had come to expect that from men. "So, is it true that
you've landed an interview with Chamberlain?"
Arnold laughed, "And there I thought you were interested in me
because of my looks! Yeah, it's true, though it's supposed to be top
secret."
"It is. Well, as much as anything is in this business."
"Here's to our new relationship then." Arnold said, raising his
glass.
"To our relationship," Tanya repeated and clinked her glass
against his.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The trucks didn't have that far to go, but the going was slow
and they didn't arrive at the military base until noon.
Paul was rather intimidated by the size of the base's defenses.
A tall wire fence topped with razorwire surrounded the base, and there
were several dog patrols around the grounds.
"You can say this about the military," said Julie wryly, "they
don't do things by half."
"It looks more like a maximum security prison," Paul muttered
darkly.
"As long as it keeps the press and psychopaths out."
"There's a difference?"
The convoy pulled into a roofed loading bay, which was something
that pleased Paul. The fleet of helicopters above wouldn't have a good
view at all.
Anne, Jim and Michael set about checking the equipment while
Paul and Julie got out and stretched their legs.
Two large doors leading into the base opened and a swarm of
soldiers emerged to help with the unloading. With them was a man in his
forties who was clearly a ranking officer. He strode over to Paul and
stuck out his hand. "Mr Roberts? I'm Colonel Rigdon, welcome to
McDaniels Research Facility."
"Thanks, colonel. This is Julie Chamberlain, Anne's niece."
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," the colonel responded. "Is Dr.
Chamberlain around?"
"Ah, she's in one of the trucks. Just making sure everything is
intact."
"If you'll excuse me then, I'll just go introduce myself."
Julie watched him walk off before remarking, "He's cute."
"Cute?" Paul looked at Julie to try and work out if she was
joking or not. "Grizzled, is more the word that came to my mind."
"Rugged, then. Shall we settle on that?"
"You can if you want to," Paul responded with an exasperated
sigh.
Colonel Rigdon walked over to the nearest truck and peered
inside where two men were being supervised by a woman. He instantly
recognized the woman as the one whose face had been a near-permanent
fixture in the media in recent months. He climbed in and introduced
himself. "Are your equipment and samples secure, doctor?"
"Yes, everything seems to have survived the transit intact."
Rigdon nodded, "Good, if you'll just double-check the integrity
of your samples and then we'll begin the unloading."
"You needn't worry, Colonel," Anne replied. "It's all perfectly
safe."
"Doctor, I don't need to remind you what your DNA virus is
capable of. As their commanding officer it's my responsibility to look
after my men. So, please, double check."
Anne scowled at him, but did as she was told.
After the colonel had left, Jim walked over to her. "Try not to
annoy the army, auntie. He's only doing his job."
"Hmmm," Anne replied, unconvinced. Perhaps moving to the base
had been a mistake. "I'll try to be gentle with him. You two finish up
here. I'm going to see what the labs we have been given are like."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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