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DNA III - Part 3
Two parts again for you. I'm currently writing part eleven at
the moment and I hope to have part five up by the end of the week and
two more parts early next week. That's the plan anyway.
If you missed the first two parts then the only place to
see them at the moment is by searching www.deja.com/usenet.
My website is at http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/2525.
From there you can find links to all my other stories. If you want to
add your stories to the list of stories that can be posted by other
people on alt.sex.stories.tg please send me an e-mail.
This story is copyright 2000 by Stephanie. All rights
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long
as the work is not altered or charged for.
As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.
DNA III - Part Three
by
Stephanie
"It's still swarming with reporters," the very nervous, black
woman sitting next to Mandy said.
"Relax," Mandy replied. "They're not expecting us and they're
all just sitting around. We'll be in and through the gates before they
know what's happening."
Mandy steadied herself at the wheel. Paul had loaned her the
money to hire the expensive car and she was extremely cautious when
driving it. It wouldn't look good if she dented it and Paul lost his
deposit, though she thought it might just be worth it if the dent was
caused by running over a few of the hordes of press outside the base.
"Right," she said to her passenger, "here we go."
She turned off the road and quickly down to the gate. The guard
was ready for them and admitted them inside the base. The gates were
closing before the press had truly woken up to who was in the car.
The car and its occupants were thoroughly checked out once
through the outer gate before they were allowed to approach the main
complex.
"See, that wasn't too bad was it?"
"I really hate those parasitic scumbags!" Jeff said with some
venom.
"They can't get in here, so we won't have to worry about them,"
Mandy replied reassuringly.
Paul was waiting for them at the entrance to the building. "Did
you have any trouble getting here?" he asked them after an enthusiastic
greeting.
"No," Mandy replied, "we were past the press before they knew
what was going on."
"Good." Paul walked over to the small, black woman who was now
his exact twin. "How are you holding up?" he asked Jeff.
"It's been rough," the former policeman replied quietly. "I'm
just surviving day to day, you know?"
"Yeah, I understand perfectly." Paul replied and hugged her on
impulse. He realized that might not have been the best thing to do, but
Jeff didn't seem to take any offence from it.
Despite what he had said, Paul knew he didn't understand the
enormity of what Jeff had been through. Jeff had originally been a
large, heavily muscled, male, undercover cop. Then immediately after her
transformation she had been imprisoned by one of Quince's sadistic
goons. The experience and the drugs used had clearly left their mark on
her.
Jeff's hair was cut much shorter than Paul's and she was clearly
wearing male clothing which didn't fit her as well as proper female
clothes would have. Paul had long since resigned himself to wearing
female clothes - albeit still retaining a masculine style - but Jeff
clearly did not want to make such a compromise.
"Where's Anne?" Mandy asked, breaking the silence.
"She's supervising the set up of the labs. I think she was
expecting something far more basic than what is actually here. I'll show
you to your rooms. I'm afraid you'll be sharing a dorm room together.
They aren't exactly luxurious."
The accommodation area was spartan, but wasn't cramped. Paul
showed them to the bedroom opposite his and Anne's.
"It's not that bad," Mandy remarked. "Where's the bathroom? I'm
bursting."
"Turn right and it's the last door on your left." Paul told her.
"Thanks!" she called behind her as she left.
Paul walked over to one of the beds where Jeff had quietly sat
down. He still found it very odd that Jeff had a body that was an
absolute twin of his. He was starting to accept the strange new face he
saw in the mirror, but seeing Jeff made him wonder how other people saw
him. Had their expectations changed about him even though they knew who
he really was?
"I didn't expect to see you," he told Jeff.
"Things were getting bad, you know?" Jeff replied softly. "I was
a virtual prisoner in my own home and I nearly never saw anyone else."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that going public would drag you
into the media spotlight."
Jeff shrugged. "It would have happened eventually. Your press
conference allowed me to get back in contact with my buddies in the
police, but that didn't work out either."
Paul wanted to know what had happened, but couldn't work out how
to ask Jeff.
After a few moments Jeff continued, "Not all of my friends did
visit, but evertime those that did there was a tension - a strangeness.
It took me ages to work out what it was." She sighed, "Then it hit me.
It was sexual tension. They were attracted to my female body and I... I
was..."
Paul put an arm around the distraught girl. "It's alright, I
understand." He saw her about to protest. "No, I _do_ understand. We
have female brains in female bodies. Much as we hate it, we're going to
have female thoughts from time to time."
"C-can I stay here until I get back on my feet?" Jeff asked
softly.
"Of course, we're practically family anyway!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I must say, colonel, I'm impressed," Anne said as she inspected
the labs. "It's good to see my tax dollars were put to good use."
"I'm glad you approve, doctor. I know your stay is only a
temporary one, but I hope you can manage some constructive research
here."
"I don't think that will be a problem," Anne replied.
"Good. If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to set things up."
"Of course."
Colonel Rigdon passed Paul, Mandy and Jeff as he left the labs.
He nodded at them as he passed and then continued on.
Paul and his two friends walked over to Anne. "I see I have a
rival for my affections," he told her.
"They have got top of the line equipment in here," Anne
admitted. She turned and saw Jeff and Mandy for the first time. She was
momentarily disorientated by seeing Paul standing in two places at once
before she realized one of them was Jeff.
"Jeff! It's good to see you again. How are you?"
"Better than I was," Jeff replied.
"You have my word I won't rest until I've discovered a safe way
to reverse the process."
"I know, thank you," the transformed man said quietly.
Anne turned to the other person in the room. "Mandy," she said
with a nod of her head.
"Hiya Anne. I'm sorry to intrude like this, but there aren't
many places we can go at a time like this and avoid the mayhem going on
out there."
"It's not a problem," Anne told her. Despite herself, she did
feel wary about Mandy's presence. Paul had been unfaithful to Anne with
Mandy during the time he had run off to Michael. Mandy had told Anne
what had happened when Paul had been in hospital after he had been shot
and she knew it wouldn't happen again. But that didn't calm her fears,
however irrational she knew them to be.
At that moment the first box from the trucks arrived and the
three sat back and watched as Anne directed the installation of her
equipment. Michael and Jim did most of the assembly, but a younger dark-
haired man also wearing a white coat aided them.
"Who's that?" Mandy asked Paul.
"Marcus Belmont. He works for the government, but he asked for a
transfer here when he heard we were moving in."
"Mmmm, cute."
"He'll be far too busy for any of that, Mandy." Paul replied
with a smile.
"Nobody is that busy," she confidently stated.
"Well, he will be for hours yet with the rest of them. Do you
want to get something to eat?"
Jeff nodded and Mandy said, "Yeah, though I don't know what army
food is like."
"You'll be surprised. It's quite good actually."
Marcus looked up as the three women left the room. At the door
one of the dark-skinned twins looked back at him, but quickly lowered
her gaze when she saw he was watching her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tanya closed her eyes and tried to snatch a few more minutes of
sleep as Arnold got dressed. It was quite late in the morning, but they
hadn't got much sleep until the early hours of the morning.
"C'mon, wake up." Arnold said.
She cracked open one eye and looked at him. "Just a few more
minutes."
"We're late enough as it is. Unless you don't want to go to
interview Anne Chamberlain with me?"
"Alright already!" Wearily she got out of bed and stretched. She
still ached a little from the previous night as Arnold had been rough in
his lovemaking. She found her suitcase by the hotel room door where she
had left it the previous evening. Quickly she selected an outfit and
went into the bathroom to get ready.
She hated the long process of make-up she had to go through, but
people expected it. At this moment it was vital to make the right
impression. If she had her way, though, she would have worn as little as
possible.
Finally, she stepped back and surveyed her features. Her long
dark hair was still wrapped in the towel after she had showered and she
decided she'd tie it back severely that day; it would help to make her
look more businesslike. Tanya had never been able to shake the idea that
her face looked like that of a dumb bimbo and she always took care to
diminish any possibility of giving that impression. As quickly as
possible she dried her hair and dressed.
Arnold banged on the door, "We late! Get a move on!"
Tanya gave herself the final once over and then emerged. Arnold
had already loaded the bags into their rented car and it was only a
matter of a few minutes before they were on their way.
She could tell how keyed up Arnold was. It was no wonder as this
was a major scoop. Dr Anne Chamberlain had not done a proper interview
with anyone since the DNA virus had been invented. If Arnold did well it
could really boost his career. It would do Tanya's no harm either,
though she realized that her journalistic skills were not the main
reason she was accompanying him. She didn't really care, she knew he was
using her just as she was using him.
The media circus that had been following the DNA story had moved
to the military base and was in the process of setting itself up outside
the gates. Tanya was aware of the cameras following the car as they
drove up to the gates. She and Arnold were going to be a small part of
the news that evening. She didn't like the idea of having her face
plastered over the papers as part of a news story, but in the end it
didn't really matter.
Once through the first set of gates the car was searched from
top to bottom to make sure nothing was there that shouldn't be. Finally
satisfied that the car and the occupants were clean it was escorted up
to the main buildings. There Colonel Rigdon and Dr Anne Chamberlain met
them.
Tanya held back and let Arnold take the lead. It was he who had
landed the interview after all and it was very important to her that she
didn't annoy him.
Arnold shook hands with Anne and the colonel. "And this is Tanya
Carter. She'll be assisting me with the interviews."
Tanya shook hands with the doctor and the colonel doing her
level best to keep the smile on her face sincere looking.
The formalities dealt with, the colonel excused himself. Anne
led the two reporters into the base. "We only arrived yesterday
ourselves, as you know, so everything is still being set up."
"I fully understand, doctor, but I'm interested to see what sort
of set-up you have here."
The labs themselves were full of packing boxes. Michael and Jim
were still working on the unpacking. The lab space was dominated by a
clean room, separated from the rest of the room by an airlock and a
thick sheet of toughened glass. Sitting by the window looking into the
clean room was a very familiar small figure.
There he was, Paul Roberts. He was the one who had started it
all. Tanya felt her heart thudding in her chest as she was introduced to
him.
"If you look over there," Anne said, "you can see the sample
case of the DNA virus."
"And whose DNA do they carry?" Arnold asked.
"About half of them are primed with DNA from me, or my
assistants, as well as Paul of course."
"What about the rest of them?" Tanya asked.
"They're still in their 'pure' state," Anne replied. "That means
they haven't been primed with anyone's DNA."
Tanya moved closer to the window and looked at the sample case.
"How do you prime the DNA virus?"
"You just expose it to the required DNA. Just putting a drop of
blood in it will do the job."
"Incredible!" Arnold remarked. "I'm really looking forward to
learning more about this."
"Well, you'll have plenty of time over the next few days to find
out all you need." Anne gestured at the crates. "We've got a lot to do
now, so you'll have to excuse me for now."
"Sure, no problem," Arnold replied with a smile.
"Okay," Paul said trying to ignore the strange look he was
getting from Tanya, "if you'll follow me, I'll show you your rooms."
They set off for the accommodation block and Paul put the odd
reaction from the female reporter out of his mind. Ever since his
transformation he had almost gotten used to the different ways people
would react to him. If Tanya followed the usual pattern, she would soon
settle down when she realized he was basically a normal person.
"There are two other civilians here that we haven't met yet,
isn't there?" Arnold asked.
"Yeah, there are," Paul admitted. "I doubt they'll want to talk
to you, though."
Arnold nodded. He naturally knew full well who was there and who
wasn't. Mandy had lost her job through intense pressure from the press
and Jeff had never fully recovered from the failed undercover job
investigating the drug-smuggler Quince. They were small fry compared to
Anne and Paul, but he still wanted to interview them. Perhaps, he ought
to get Tanya to work on those two. Tanya would have a better chance at
reaching them as they'd be less threatened by her because she was a
woman. Also it would give Tanya something to do, leaving Anne and Paul
all to himself.
All in all, he was feeling glad he had decided to listen to his
libido and bring Tanya along.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You can't stay in here until they're gone, you know." Mandy
pointed out.
"Oh, I can," Jeff replied. "Why should I do them any favors?"
She sat down on the bed and slumped backwards.
"No-one says you have to do an interview with them - I won't.
But there's no reason why you should hide yourself away here." Mandy sat
down beside Jeff. "You need something to take your mind off them," she
said, dropping a small package on Jeff's stomach.
"What's that?" Jeff lifted it up. It was a small cosmetics kit,
specifically designed for African-American skin. "Where did you get
this, and why?"
"In a shop, and because we need cheering up." She picked up the
kit and began opening it.
"Mandy, please don't," Jeff told her wearily.
"Nonsense. Look, if you don't like it you can wash it off. Do it
for me, please!"
Jeff sighed and sat up. She didn't have the energy to turn Mandy
down.
"Great!" Mandy said and starting searching through the kit.
"There's not much here, but I'm sure it'll do."
Jeff let her get on with it. Recently, it had seemed easier
simply to let other people decide what to do and not argue with them.
She hadn't always been that way. Up until her transformation into a
woman she had been a normal man unwilling to be led by others. Her
change in attitude hadn't come with the new female form, but with the
brutal time she had spent at the hands of one of Quince's thugs. He had
used a drug on her that made her very open to suggestion and then he had
turned her into his own personal sex slave.
The endless hours in therapy had restored some of the old Jeff,
but she privately doubted she would ever be her old self again even if
she got her old body back.
Mandy had to tell Jeff to stop blinking several times while she
applied the mascara, but for the most part the transformed man sat
quietly. Mandy wondered what Jeff was like before her ordeal. Both Jeff
and Paul had cut their hair short, but Jeff's was so short it was almost
shaved. Mandy wished it were longer so she had something to work with.
Never mind, the make-up was enough for a first step. "There, what do you
think?"
Jeff got up rather uncertainly and peered into the mirror. She
was regretting having let Mandy work on her face, convinced it would
reawaken the memories of her ordeal. Memories she had worked so hard to
forget. But another feeling welled up inside her. Her new face had a
natural beauty that Mandy's work had only enhanced. She felt a strange
exhilaration as he stared at his feminine face. It had only been in the
previous couple of weeks that she had been able to look at her own
reflection without flinching.
"I think I overdid it a bit," Mandy mused out loud.
"No... no, this is fine."
"Really?"
"Feels weird though," Jeff remarked.
"That's understandable, but you should embrace new experiences
not run away from them. It's a pity we're not the same size as you
should try a dress on."
Jeff looked at Mandy, "We're about the same height, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but you're much wider in the hips and the bust than I
am." She thought for a moment. "Maybe Paul has some stuff. He is exactly
the same size as you now, after all."
"Paul wouldn't have anything like that, surely?"
"You never know," Mandy replied, "We could always get some mail-
order catalogues in. We have to get something good for when you next see
Marcus again."
Jeff looked at her in shock. "Was I that obvious?"
"No, I just saw you looking back at him as we left. I don't
think anyone else noticed."
Jeff sat down on the bed. "I couldn't help it. For the first
time I'm starting to see men as attractive. I understand why I'm having
these feelings, but it doesn't make it any easier. It could be years
before Dr Chamberlain finds a way to safely reverse this. What do I do
until then?"
"You keep on living your life," Mandy replied. "As you said, it
could be years and you can't put your life on hold until then."
"Yeah," Jeff replied quietly. But just how she would live her
life she couldn't see.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was well into the evening before Anne was finally satisfied
everything had been stored safely. She rubbed her neck to remove the
stiffness and looked around at the lab. She wouldn't be there long
enough to get into very involved long-term test runs, but she had enough
short-term research to keep her going until the new labs were ready.
After she had first deliberately infected her lab assistant she
had worked all around the clock looking for a cure. Now, months later,
she knew a true, safe cure was much further away than she had first
thought and while Jim and Julie were no longer interested in a cure, she
still had Paul and Jeff to think about.
She left the lab and locked the door behind her. Outside a
solitary guard was on duty. She nodded to him and headed back towards
the accommodation block.
"Dr Chamberlain," a voice called from down the corridor behind
her.
She turned to see the colonel approaching. "I'm glad to see
you're still awake," he said.
"I'm going to be putting in a lot of late nights," she replied.
"I'm not going to be here long, but I want to get some meaningful
research done."
"There I may be able to help you out, doctor."
"How so?"
"An ambulance is on its way here right now. On board is a
critically injured private."
"You had better not be about to suggest what I think you're
going to," Anne said coolly.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be following this option if there was a
chance of saving him by conventional methods. He suffered massive
internal injuries when a container fell on him the day before last. It's
a miracle he's survived the operation to patch him together. Even then,
his life is numbered in days, if that."
"Do you know what you're asking? The DNA virus has so far only
been used on healthy people. No one knows what it'll do with an injury.
It could repair him, leave him the same state or kill him!"
"All very true, but there is nothing more conventional medicine
can do for him. The DNA virus might kill him, but if you don't use it
he'll be just as dead."
Anne sighed heavily. "Okay, does he have any relatives?"
"His parents should arrive at the same time he does."
"Good. When they arrive I'll take them through the entire
procedure and explain the risks. All three must know the risks the
process entails."
"Of course," the colonel agreed. "I'll have our medical center
set up ready for his arrival. Thank you, Dr Chamberlain."
Anne watched him stride off down the corridor with a feeling of
unease.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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