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Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: DNA III Part 4 by Stephanie
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DNA III - Part 4
This is the second of today's posts. Part five will be out by
the end of the week. I aim to get at least two parts out a week until
I'm up to date, but you all know how lousy I am with deadlines.
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
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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 Four
by
Stephanie
Tanya found the military base to be rather bleak and uninviting.
The cold, morning light did little to improve the view from the window.
"Stop giving the soldiers a thrill and come back to bed," Arnold
told her.
Tanya looked down almost as if she hadn't realized her breasts
were bare before returning to the bed. She had been given her own room,
but Arnold, with some rather unsubtle hints, told her to spend the night
with him. There were easier and more reputable ways to get into
journalism than this, she knew, but none were as quick.
She slipped back into the just-too-small bed. "So what's our
plan of attack today?"
"Do we have to talk business?" Arnold asked.
"Yes, we do. We can move onto... other matters once we've worked
out what we'll be doing today. I mean, there is little point in me
tailing you around all day."
"You _are_ ambitious," he said in mock-surprise. "Well, there is
something you can do that I can't. I have interviews with Anne
Chamberlain and Paul Roberts, and I'll probably be able to get Michael
Kingston by the end of the day. But, there is no way in hell I'll be
able to get to Mandy Stenger and Jeff Stockwell."
"But I can?" Tanya replied skeptically.
"Yeah, it's a longshot, but you do have a chance. You know, talk
to Mandy, woman-to-woman. Paul spent some time on the run, after the
accident with the DNA, living in a flat with her. Maybe she'll tell you
what it was like, or how she dealt with him changing from a white half-
man/half-woman to a black woman. Maybe you could find out if the rumors
are true and they did sleep together."
"Even if baseless gossip like that was true, do you think she'd
tell a reporter that?"
Arnold shrugged, "You never know. Anyway, I'll get Mike to lend
you a spare camera. It's not difficult to set it up for a static
interview." He smiled. "That's business out of the way, now... has my
little girl been naughty?"
Tanya plastered a fake smile on her face. Best to get this over
with so she get on with her real job. "Yes, daddy. I've been very
naughty." she replied in a high, girlish voice.
Arnold tutted. "Then I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.
Bend over me."
Tanya slipped out of bed and laid face down across Arnold's lap.
Arnold ran his hand over her bare bottom and then smacked it hard.
Despite knowing what was coming, Tanya couldn't stop a yelp escaping her
lips. "Please don't hurt me, daddy!"
"You've been very naughty, girl." he replied and started
smacking her harder. In between every third and fourth smack he'd send
his hand between her legs to feel her sex.
Tanya gritted her teeth and did her best to pretend she was
enjoying it. Arnold clearly was, as she could feel the hot bar of his
erect penis pressing against her leg.
Finally, Arnold grabbed her by the hair and gently, but firmly,
pulled her around until she was facing his penis.
It was nearly midday before they emerged from their rooms.
Tanya's behind felt very sore, but she hid the discomfort as best she
could. Arnold's cameraman, Mike, had arrived and had been waiting for
over an hour for them to appear.
Arnold quickly explained that Tanya needed a camera and why she
had to be alone to have a chance of reaching Mandy and Jeff. Mike
quickly showed her the basics before picking up his own camera and
following Arnold. Tanya got the impression that Mike didn't care that
much for her beyond her obvious physical attributes.
They walked over to Anne's lab and were surprised to find it
empty. "I'd have thought she would have wanted to get to work." Arnold
declared testily.
"Do you know where Dr Chamberlain has gone?" Tanya asked the
soldier on guard.
"They've gone to the medical center, ma'am." he answered
crisply.
As they approached the medical center they could see a great
deal of activity going on. Without having to be told Mike started
filming. The three were reluctantly admitted into the center, but were
stopped from actually going on to the ward. Through the doors Tanya
could see Anne and several doctors she hadn't seen before bustling
around an occupied bed.
She stepped out of the way to allow the cameraman to get some
shots. "What do you think is going on?" she asked Arnold.
"I don't know," he replied, "but it's going to be fun finding
out."
Their presence was finally noted by those in the ward and a
screen was pulled around the patient.
"I think we're going to be kept waiting for a while," Arnold
remarked. "Tanya, go try and find Stenger and Stockwell. See if you can
get that interview."
"I'd rather stick around and see what's going on," she replied.
"I know, but we have limited time here, so it's best to start
working on those two now."
"Okay," Tanya reluctantly agreed. She picked up the camera and
headed out of the center.
In the ward, Anne saw the female reporter leave and then turned
back to the patient. She had never seen someone so obviously close to
death.
One of the doctors around the patient walked over to her. "The
transfer here doesn't seemed to have seriously impacted on his
condition. No offence, doctor, but I still don't like exposing him to
your DNA virus."
"I'm far from happy about it either, Dr Stracken. Give me an
alternative and I'll gladly take it."
She watched the young soldier as he lay in the bed. When she had
first developed the DNA virus she had illegally tested it on her lab
assistant without a second thought. The near-disasters that had followed
had taught her patience. Now she was more than aware of the risks, not
only to the patient, but her entire career.
"Doctor?" Anne turned to see Colonel Rigdon. "The family are
here."
Anne took a deep breath and then followed the colonel to a small
office. Waiting inside were a couple in their late forties, he was ashen-
faced and she was on the verge of breaking down. Anne thought they
looked like their world had fallen apart.
Anne introduced herself and sat down. Mrs Petrucci looked up for
the first time and asked straight out, "Are you going to save our son?"
"I'm going to do the best I can, but I do have to tell you that
this procedure has never been attempted before. We don't know what
effect it will have on the damaged organs in Robert's body. The trauma
of the change itself may prove fatal."
"We understand," Mr Petrucci said, "but what else can we do?"
There was no answer to that.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tanya lugged the camera into the accommodation block. She had
taken the long route around the base to get there and the camera was
growing increasingly heavy. She had been surprised by the small number
of soldiers she had encountered. The complement at the base was clearly
very small and most of them were tied up at the perimeter fence keeping
watch on the inevitable crowds outside.
The doors to both Mandy and Jeff's rooms were closed and locked.
Tanya knocked on both of them, but received no reply. After several
minutes she gave up and decided to head over back over to Arnold.
She turned just in time to see Mandy stroll round the corner and
head towards her. Mandy's face hardened as she saw the reporter. "What
do you want?"
"I just want to talk." Tanya replied in the best conciliatory
terms she could muster.
"I'll bet," Mandy remarked as she reached the door to her room.
"I understand your distrust," Tanya replied, "but I'm not from
gossip rag like the National Inquirer, I'm working for CNN. Anything
Arnold and me report on will appear there and just there. Look, I know
what Jeff has been through. I'll be as careful as I can, and if you
don't like the results I won't let them be broadcast."
Mandy thought about it for a moment. "Let me talk it over with
Jeff for a minute. Wait there." She shut the door in Tanya's face.
There followed a half-whispered conversation. Tanya couldn't
make out what was being said. Finally, the door re-opened. "You can come
in," Mandy said tersely, "but the camera stays out there."
Tanya could tell that there would be no negotiation on that
point. Tanya shrugged. It didn't really matter in the long run.
"Alright," she agreed. She quickly dumped the camera by the door.
Mandy stepped back to allow Tanya into the small room. Sitting
on one of the two beds was a slightly nervous-looking, black girl. Of
course, she was a total clone of Paul, but differences were obvious,
even beyond the shorter hair. There was none of the self-confidence that
Paul exhibited.
Tanya sat down on the bed. She suddenly realized she didn't have
any questions prepared. "How are you holding up?"
Jeff gave a little, wan smile. "It's been hell. My life is on
hold until all the press attention dies away. Then I'll have to put my
life back together. That is not going to be easy."
"I can imagine," Tanya said softly. Jeff seemed so lost, so
different from the self-assured man she had been just a few months
before.
Jeff looked up at her sharply, "Can you?"
Tanya dropped her eyes to the floor. "Well, not really, I
suppose. What will you do when all the fuss has died down?"
"I don't know. I'm beginning to doubt the press will ever leave
me alone."
"I've seen them operating from the inside. I know how they work.
One day they'll just pack up and move onto the next story."
"You sound like you're not one of them," Mandy said.
"I'm not, really. I've only just stepped up from local
reporting. National TV is very different. It can be a very cutthroat
world."
"Having second thoughts?" Jeff asked.
Tanya laughed. "No, its not too bad, but there are parts of it I
could do without."
"Everything's like that," Jeff replied, "It's one reason why I
volunteered for undercover work. Not one of my brightest ideas, though."
"We heard you with your boss last night," Mandy said bluntly.
"Is that what landed you this gig?"
Tanya blushed; she had obviously overestimated the soundproofing
in the building. "Well... I did get in here because I was sleeping with
him rather than on my journalistic record, but I didn't sleep with him
to get in here. Anyway, who is interviewing who?"
Mandy finally cracked a smile, "Perhaps I should have become an
investigative journalist." She reached under the bed and pulled out a
bottle of whisky. "Want a drink?"
"Do I?" Tanya replied. "Just try and stop me!"
Tanya watched the other two closely as she sipped her drink. It
was so odd to finally meet them after all the reams and reams of copy
that had been written about them.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mandy flicked from one channel to another in a search for
something interesting to watch. She doubted she would find anything. As
soon as her role in the DNA story had become apparent she had
reluctantly given up her habit of going out every night. She was
beginning to think she was going stir crazy.
The image paused on a televangelist whipping his congregation
into a frenzy. "It's the Devil's venom! And that so-called scientist
Chamberlain is his handmaiden!" The crowd roared it's approval and the
televangelist mopped his brow.
"What are you watching?" Paul said from the doorway.
"I was just channel surfing," Mandy replied. "I'll turn it off."
"Don't worry, I've seen worse." He walked over and sat down
beside her. "How's Jeff?"
"She's doing well."
"She?" Paul asked, surprised.
"Jeff prefers to be referred to as she. Perhaps it's part of her
recovery from what happened. In the few months I've known her, she's
changed from a mindless zombie to shy, young woman. She's getting her
confidence back, whether she'll ever get back to her old self is
anyone's guess."
Paul nodded, "I remember when we first met. I was trying to
reach Michael in Quince's labs. Jeff was posing as a security guard, of
course, and he...uh, she just picked me up and carried me out into the
street as easily as if I weighed nothing at all. It's hard to believe
that they are the same person, and I've been through the process twice."
"Give it time, the old Jeff is in there."
They watched the televangelist rant for a few more minutes
before Mandy said, "I bet Clinton's glad. This whole business has pushed
his own problems off the front page."
"Yeah," Paul agreed, "if it wasn't for us he'd have been long
out of office by now!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Anne checked the results carefully, "They look good."
Michael looked at the sheet of paper with the latest DNA
breakdown on. "No, it looks perfect. That's the fourth test you've done
and the virus has performed perfectly every time."
"We have to make sure this goes perfectly," Anne replied, "for
Petrucci's sake at least."
"Anne, if we do anymore testing we won't have any left."
She nodded and checked the vials in the storage case one last
time. Then she shut it and together they left the lab. She turned and
checked that the indicator above the keypad had switched to 'locked'.
Anne had chosen to work with just Michael in preparing the
sample. It wasn't that she didn't trust the other scientists, but they
weren't trained in using the DNA virus. With Petrucci's life hanging in
the balance, now wasn't the time to start.
As they walked back, Anne felt depressed. The media pressure was
getting to her in just the same way as it was affecting everyone. Also,
with Petrucci she saw herself in a no-win situation. If it went wrong
and he died she would be condemned, if it succeeded she would have every
terminally ill patient in the world clamoring her for the virus.
If you wanted the quiet life, she told herself, you shouldn't
have made such a groundbreaking discovery.
Paul was already asleep when she got back to her room, making
Anne realize how late it was. Carefully, she slipped into bed and
despite her worries she was soon fast asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Anne clasped her hands behind her in an effort to stop them
shaking. She was standing in the base's own operating theatre. It had
been chosen as much for the viewing gallery above it as the medical
equipment in it.
With her were several nurses prepping the equipment, all dressed
like her in surgical gear. Hopefully, none of it would be needed, but
Anne was very relieved it was there just in case.
She stopped herself from looking up at the gallery. The
critically injured soldier's family was up there along with Arnold
Lester, his cameraman and Colonel Rigdon. On the far side of the
operating theatre, Michael was checking that the vials of DNA virus were
all present and correct. Anne had already done that six or seven times,
but a second opinion was always reassuring. Once Michael was finished he
left the operating theatre.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the theatre
opened and Robert Petrucci was carefully wheeled into the room. Anne
looked over to Michael who nodded, and then walked over to Robert. "How
is he doing?" she asked Dr Stracken.
"He's stable for now, but he could go at any time."
Anne sighed, "Okay, let's get this over with."
Michael carefully handed her the vial of virus. She checked it
was the correct one before handing it on to Dr Stracken. He expertly
drew off a small amount into a syringe. Anne walked over to Robert.
Despite the pain he was still conscious. "We're about to start," she
told him.
Robert gave the slightest nod of his head and she could see even
that took a great effort. Dr Stracken proceeded to inject the contents
into Robert's arm. Both she and Stracken watched the arm closely. Almost
immediately, the skin rippled and startled to change.
The virus started to spread up and down his arm, reaching his
hand within seconds. They had no time to examine the arm as the virus
swept on into Robert's torso.
Anne was entranced despite the worry she had felt moments
before. This was only the third time she had seen the DNA virus at work
on a human. Even after all the problems it had caused the people she
loved she still understood how magnificent the whole process was.
"Dr Chamberlain!" Dr Stracken said urgently, but she had already
seen the problem. A portion of Robert's chest was swelling. She pulled
back the surgical gown Robert was wearing and swore loudly when she saw
what was happening. As she watched the young man's breast continued to
grow, the nipple also increasing in size. Before the first breast had
finished growing another had started to sprout alongside it.
"How is this possible?" Stracken demanded.
"It's not," Anne replied weakly.
The virus continued, now spreading up through the soldier's neck
and down through his body. Anne watched in horror as his Adam's apple
melted away.
Robert's stubble melted away as his chin became less prominent.
The young soldier was still conscious, but Anne hoped the drugs he had
been given for the pain prevented him from realizing what his body had
become.
His nose shrank slightly as the virus swept over it. The
soldier's face had a far more oriental cast to it now. His eyes turned
from green to brown in an instant. Then the virus reached the top of his
head and his scalp rustled as his hair spilled over the side of the
operating table as it grew, turning from red to a luxuriant black as it
did so.
The intercom clicked on and Anne heard a frantic female voice.
"Robbie! Robbie! What have they done to you!"
Anne looked up to see the Colonel gently leading Robert's
distraught mother away from the intercom and out of the gallery.
Lester's camera was clearly still running.
She turned back to see that the changes in Robert's body were
nearly completed. Under the thin sheet she could see he now had the wide
hips of a woman. Robert's feminine face looked puzzled. She moved over
to Dr Stracken. "You better sedate him before he works out what is going
on."
"Is that safe in his condition? We don't even know whether the
virus has healed the damage."
Robert slowly lifted his right arm. For the first time in days
he didn't feel any pain, but he felt... wrong somehow. On his back he
had clearly been able to see his mom led from the gallery in great
distress. He felt a weight on his chest as if something was resting on
it. He moved his hand down to find out what the obstruction was.
There were two of them and they were soft and warm to the touch.
If it weren't for their position he would have sworn they were female
breasts. Then it dawned on him that he could actually feel his hand
resting on the two mounds. They were a part of him!
His befuddled mind tried to work out how this was possible. He
had been given that virus thing and it should have given him his old
body back. But hadn't that lawyer guy been turned into a woman by it?
"Oh no," he cried out in fear, "Oh God, no!" But it wasn't his
voice. It was too high in pitch to his voice. If he had the voice and
tits of a woman, then what had happened lower down? "NO!" he shrieked
and tried to sit up.
Strong hands held him down and he felt a needle slide into his
arm. Except it wasn't his arm, was it, it was a girl's arm! He struggled
to get free, but the tranquilizer soon pulled him under.
Anne stood back from the sleeping soldier and tried to work out
how this could possibly have happened. Then she walked over to the case
holding the DNA viruses. She made sure it was secure and then turned to
Dr Stracken.
"How is he?" she asked, "Apart from the gender change, that is."
"You saw the way we had to stop him from getting up. I'll have
to run some extensive tests, but he looks like he's going to be fine.
It's a shame about the side-effects, though."
"The virus can't have this side effect," Anne insisted. "It's
simply not possible. The virus can only hold one genetic pattern." She
thought for a moment. "I need to look into this. Let me know if
Petrucci's condition changes."
The colonel was waiting outside the operating theatre, clearly
furious. "What in God's name happened in there?!"
"I don't know," Anne replied as she took off her scrubs, "I'm as
angry as you are, but we need to know what happened. I'm taking these
cases back to the labs to retest."
Anne and Colonel Rigdon headed quickly over to her labs. Michael
looked up from the experiment he was preparing as they entered. He could
tell immediately something had gone wrong. "The soldier? Is he...?"
"Alive," The colonel said angrily, "but he is now a she, thanks
to the DNA virus."
"I'm telling you that isn't possible," Anne said as she
carefully opened the case. "The DNA virus can't hold more than one DNA
sample and I've double and triple checked every one of these vials. The
only other person to have had contact with them is Michael."
"So what now?" asked the colonel.
"First," replied Anne, "I'm going to retest these, perhaps they
got contaminated somehow. Michael, you did observe all the sterile lab
protocols, didn't you?"
"Yes, of course I did!" he replied hotly.
"Well, someone didn't, or we wouldn't be in this mess now. Only
you and me have been involved in preparing these samples and I followed
all the protocols to the letter."
"I don't believe this," Michael remarked in disgust. "You're
already looking for a scapegoat!"
"No, I am not!" Anne retorted. "I'm just trying to find out how
this disaster happened!"
"I'm not taking the fall for this, doctor!" Michael declared
before storming out of the laboratory.
Anne stared at the door and then sighed. "That was dumb."
"Perhaps," Rigdon said slowly, "but maybe accurate. Dr Kingston
hardly has an unblemished record."
"True, but I've had no problems with him at all since we started
working together."
"But only you and Michael have worked on these samples, and I've
seen how much work you've put into getting this right. Kingston took a
shortcut. He tried to pass other people's work as his own. You can see
how behavior like that can lead to trouble."
Anne was silent for a moment. She couldn't believe that Michael
had caused this disaster, but only she and him had had access to the
samples. Even if he had made a mistake why hadn't she picked it up.
Surely she had tested the samples thoroughly enough? But what other
answer could there be? "As soon as I have the results back from these
tests I'll let you know." she told the colonel.
"Okay, I better go and see how the parents are holding up."
Anne set up the tests on the suspect samples and then sat back.
She had been an idiot to trust Michael. Yes, he had helped Paul stop
Quince, but if it hadn't been for him then her lover wouldn't now have
the body of a young, black woman. In retrospect, it was obvious that
something bad was going to happen. If only she had realized what a risk
he was earlier!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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