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Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: DNA III Part 11 by Stephanie
Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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                        DNA III - Part 11

	Yes, I know. It's been several months since the last post. I'll
repost the previous parts when I finally get to the end of this story.
I've got a good excuse this time as there's been a bit of a family
medical emergency. I won't go into it anymore than that, but while it
hasn't been totally resolved yet it looks like everything will be okay.
So I can get back to writing.

	Anyway, onwards with this year's instalment of DNA III.

	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 Eleven
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

	Michael was dragged down a dingy corridor to a small brightly lit
room at the far end. He was still hurting from the vicious kicks Simonds
had given him.

	He remembered back to when he and Paul had sneaked into Quince's
house. Quince had used the DNA virus to allow members of his gang to
replace local police officers. When Michael and the others had gone to
report Quince they had walked into a trap. Jeff and Mandy had been
captured and it had been up to Paul and Michael to rescue them.

	Michael could remember the suitcase Simonds was talking about. It
had been filled with cash and a vial of the DNA Virus. The Virus would
provide the perfect disguise. So Michael had swapped the vial in the case
for one of the many Quince had had him produce. The case had disappeared
when Quince and Simonds had escaped separately, and while the police had
a good idea what had happened to Quince, Simonds had apparently dropped
off the face of the Earth.

	The room he was dragged into was lit by one powerful lightbulb
and contained a heavy metal chair. He was pushed into it and his arms and
legs were strapped tightly to it. Then the thugs left and shut the door
behind them.

	Michael's heart was pounding. What was Simonds going to do to
him? What sort of twisted revenge had she come up with in the months
since he had last seen her?

	After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and Simonds
walked into the room. She was carrying a small case which she placed on
the floor. She closed the door behind her and just looked at Michael with
a small smile on her face. "You have no idea how long I've waited for
this moment," she told him.

	She walked towards him. "Do you know what happened to me after
your little joke with the vials?"

	Michael said nothing. He felt a helpless terror welling up inside
of him, but he refused to let it show.

	"Cat got your tongue?" Simonds asked and then smiled. The smile
quickly evaporated. "I'll tell you then. I took the DNA Virus in a back
alley. Thanks to you I ended up with this body. Then I was set upon by a
street gang. They took all my money-"

	"It wasn't your money," Michael retorted.

	"I never heard a complaint when we paid you with it!" Simonds
virtually screamed in his face. She visibly restrained herself and then
continued the story. "Worse than losing the money was what they did to
me. They raped me over the next few hours. But I survived and I moved on.
But with no money and no legal identity my options were limited.

	"I survived those first few weeks by walking the streets. I had
to put myself under the control of a pimp just to get a place to sleep."
Her face contorted at the memory. "But I got my revenge. When I got this
little outfit organised," she gestured around herself, " I went back for
him. He spent the last weekend of his life in a copy of my body
'servicing' man after man."

	Simonds ran her hand up Michael's bound arm. "Now that I have
both the weaker and stronger versions of the virus I can be far more
creative with you. Do you have any idea of what it is like to wake up
Every day confronted with a pussy and tits that are forever part of you?
To have men drooling all over you and treating you like an idiot because
you're a female? You're the one responsible for me being stuck in the
body of a woman, so I should return the favor."

	Michael shuddered. He had often wondered what it would be like to
have to go through what Paul and Jeff had, but he had never really
worried that he ever would. Now he faced the real possibility of losing
his manhood and the face that had been his all his life to this madman. A
thought occurred to him, "Why are you still in that body?"

	"What?"

	"I used the weaker form of the virus on the sample I placed in
your case. You could use the stronger form and become male again if you
hate it so much."

	She had no answer to this and seemed disconcerted by his
question.

	"You're scared, aren't you?" Michael exclaimed. "You know that
one simple injection can restore you to manhood and you're more likely to
live than die, but no matter how much you hate being a girl you are still
more afraid of dying!"

	She moved forward and slapped him hard across the face. She was
trembling with rage now. "You'll be able to understand my position in a
minute. Perhaps, you might."

	She walked back to the case she had brought into the room and
removed a loaded syringe and a pair of scissors. "As you must have
guessed this is DNA Virus based on a woman. A very special woman, however.
Simply changing you into a girl is too good for you. Ever since I started
planning to get in and steal the Virus I've been working out exactly what
I was going to do with it."

	Simonds bent down and started pulling Michael's shoes off. "You
would really love to meet that woman. She's got large, gravity-defying,
perfectly natural tits. The sweetest pussy you'll ever find on a woman,
flawless skin and curves in all the right places. A real beauty with
platinum-blonde hair."

	She began cutting off his pants. "What's up, Michael? Did you
think I'd make you really old, or an ugly woman or a very young girl? Did
you think I might make you an animal just like Quince? Don't think I
didn't consider them. All of them have advantages and disadvantages, but
Miss America has one unique advantage which I'm just going to love
watching. 

	"She has a mental age of four."

	Michael's terror finally got the better of him and he began
struggling to be free of the metal chair. The thick leather straps did
not give and all he succeeded in doing was hurting himself. Simonds had
stood back and waited until Michael had stopped struggling and hung
dejectedly. Then she resumed cutting away his shirt. Finally she cut away
his shorts and left him naked in the chair. "I don't want to miss a
second of this," she explained to him

	She put the scissors well out of reach and then picked up the
syringe. "This is going to be so good. You won't have the brainpower to
dress yourself properly, but you'll know. You'll know what you were once
capable of and why you are the way you are. Now, this is the stronger
form of the virus, so there is a fair chance you won't live, but I'm
willing to take the risk. If this works, you'll know there is no hope
you'll ever regain your old body. You'll stay a brain damaged slut for
the rest of your hopefully long life."

	She leaned down and jabbed the syringe between the toes of his
left foot and injected the contents of the syringe. "Not too much,"
Simonds said, "I don't want you to transform too fast."

	Michael listened for signs that the building was being invaded by
a SWAT team. If Anne got to him before his head was changed he still had
a chance to live a somewhat normal life. He could hear no sounds that
suggested they were under attack. He found himself hoping the DNA Virus
would kill him.

	He felt a tingling in his foot and he looked down to see it
writhe and change into a smaller and more delicate shape. Simonds let out
a sigh. "It's working!"

	Michael caught himself wishing the virus had dissolved him. Seeing
how Paul had put his life back together had shown him that changing sex
was not the end of the world, but Paul's mind hadn't changed. To be
mentally crippled like that would be a living death to Michael, and he
knew that Simonds would make sure no serious harm came to him.

	The creeping sensation was moving up his leg now, slowly gaining
pace as the virus multiplied through his body. Simonds had been as good
as her word regarding the flawless skin of the form he was turning into.
His leg shortened as the change progressed and was pulled tight in the
restraints.

	Michael looked up to see Simonds watching eyes wide and clearly
very excited. "Think, Michael, while you can, of what your life will be
like as every man's greatest fantasy: A dumb blond. A really dumb blonde.
Just enough of you left inside to know what I've done to you."

	He looked down at the creeping line of change making its way
across his thigh towards his manhood. This is not happening, a part of
his mind repeated over and over. No matter how hard he tried to believe
it he couldn't stop the relentless change coursing through his body.

	The feeling of strangeness as his pelvis started changing shape
deeply disturbed him, but there was no pain. He watched in total denial
as his penis and balls shrunk and folded themselves into a woman's sex
framed by light blonde pubic hair.

	His waist shrunk just as his hips had widened and the virus
continued its march up through his body and down his other leg. Michael
watched the creeping line of change as it advanced, making smooth,
feminine curves out of his slightly hairy, male form.

	He felt like begging for his life, but one look at Simonds told
him that he wouldn't get any mercy. Crying for mercy was just what
Simonds would be hoping for. A strange pushing sensation in his chest
made him look down.

	Michael struggled to hold back his panic as he saw his breasts
starting to grow. His nipples had already grown significantly and were
now decidedly female teats. The pull on his chest grew heavier and
heavier as his chest expanded into an abundant bosom. Michael's head swam
as he tried to grapple with the fact that these sensitive weights would
be a part of him for the rest of his life. His nipples sprang erect as
the cold air washed over them, but he was concentrating on the feeling of
change that was now approaching his neck.

	"You're not going to get away with this," he said to Simonds with
a steady a voice as he could, but already he could hear it cracking and
rising in tone. "They'll find you and they'll make you pay!" The last few
words were spoken with a totally female, high-pitched voice that removed
some of the impact of his words, but his anger was unmistakable.

	The virus entered the base of his head and he felt his lower jaw
change and shrink. The upper jaw followed swiftly and Michael knew that
the DNA Virus was now at the base of his brain. In seconds it would do
its terrible work and his intellect and personality would be permanently
crippled. A living death.

	His vision rippled as the virus passed his eyes and then long
blonde hair was cascading in front of them. As the virus transformed the
last few cells. Michael was gripped by a panic that consumed him totally
and he started screaming; a piercing screech of pure terror.

	Simonds walked forward and looked into the large, blue - and very
frightened - eyes. Despite herself, she felt very turned on. This is what
Quince had been addicted to: Power. It was rare that she felt aroused
these days. Sex, since her transformation had been nothing more than a
commodity; sold to gain and hold power. The few times she had been
aroused during intercourse had only led to denial and self-loathing.

	But it had been worth it. The first part of her revenge had
finally been carried out. Simonds watched the panic-stricken, large-
busted woman with glee. Now Michael Kingston would learn what it was like
to have man after man violate and penetrate his body, but he - unlike
Simonds - would no longer have the brains to use sex to his advantage.

	Simonds' hand slipped under her skirt and stroked herself through
the slippery fabric of her panties - one of many pieces of sexy lingerie
Lazlo had given her as gifts. The thought of Lazlo dampened her ardour a
little, but she refused to let even him break her mood.

	She grabbed Michael by his delicate chin and stared into his very-
frightened eyes. "You're going to have men fighting over the right to
fuck you."

	"Fuck?" Michael said in a voice almost like that of a little
girl's.

	"You know what it means. There's enough of you left to understand
that. Do you know what's worse than all that? Your body will make you
love it. Fight it if you want, in time you'll be begging for it."

	Simonds stood back with a smirk on her face and walked over to
the case she had brought with her. "That reminds me, you need a dose of
'fixer'." She picked up a second syringe and walked back to Michael.

	As soon as Michael saw the syringe he pulled at the straps
holding him down. "No more. No more change!"

	Simonds laid a hand on Michael's soft bare leg. "It's okay, it
won't change you. It'll just make it highly unlikely you'll infect anyone
else with your DNA. The last thing I want is for Lazlo's people to all
turn into busty girls with the IQ of cabbage. Not that they're that much
brighter to start with." She injected the contents into Michael's leg.

	"There. All done. It'll probably be a few days until I get my
hands on Anne Chamberlain, so we'll have plenty of time to enjoy your
predicament. We are going to have so much fun."

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

	Paul watched the single guard. He was on the far side of the room
to the cell Paul, Rob and the three survivors of the security team had
been locked in and sitting next to the one exit from the room. Paul knew
that the building was full of thugs working for Tanya... Simonds, he
corrected himself. Even if they could get out they'd be heavily
outgunned. None of his captors, with the exception of Simonds, seemed to
fit the stereotype of terrorists, more like hired thugs.

	Paul moved to the back of the cell where Arnold Lester sat
forlornly on a rickety bed. He made a very incongruous sight to Paul. His
upper-body was that of the reporter he had grown to know and despise. Yet
from his waist down he was dressed in only white, and very sexy, lingerie
that emphasised rather than hid the very shapely form he had from the
middle of his torso down.

	Arnold had said very little since Michael had been dragged away
to God knew where by Simonds. Paul sat down beside Arnold, who didn't
acknowledge his presence. "So," Paul began, "do you want to talk about
it?"

	"No."

	"Lester, you are responsible for us being here. You're
responsible for what happened to Rob. You owe us an explanation."

	"I-I never meant for any of this to happen. I was as shocked as
you probably were when Tanya turned out to be the saboteur."

	"You should have come to us when Simonds tried to blackmail you
into helping her," Paul said, fully aware of the personal hypocrisy. When
he had been initially transformed into a half-man/half-woman he had not
believed Anne and had got as far as way as he could, only to end up in
the hands of the drug-runner, Quince.

	Simonds had obviously got the idea of how to blackmail Lester
from the half and half form Paul had worn, though Lester's body was male
above the waist rather than below it like his had been.

	"Maybe you're right," Lester replied defeatedly. "Anything would
be better than being held by that madman... woman, whatever."

	"Has she done... anything to you since you disappeared."

	"Nothing apart from this," Lester said, his hand touching his
stocking clad thigh. But she's been playing with me, telling me how she
was going to enjoy seeing me fucked by a man. It was only when you lot
showed up that she lost interest in me."

	"Don't count yourself lucky just yet," Paul told him. "If we
don't get out of here soon she'll soon use us up and turn back to you."

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

	Jeff wandered aimlessly around the army base. Its population had
only been reduced by six people, but it seemed empty to her. She had only
known Rob for a short time, but she found herself liking the transformed
soldier. Her greatest fear was for Paul who was virtually family these
days.

	Thanks to Paul and Mandy she was beginning to feel a little like
her old self. Whereas a few weeks before she would have prefered to hide
herself away in her room she was off around the base on her own.

	Lost in thought she reached the end of a small corridor and
looked at the door in front of her. 'Dr Marcus Belmont' had been written
on the door's name plate. The thought of the tall, young doctor made
Jeff's stomach flip. The idea of being attracted to men was one that she
still found very difficult to face. Yet it had been there from the day
she had first emerged out of her drugged state following her
transformation.

	Mandy had urged her to live life to the full and make the best
use of whatever she'd got, however different it was from what she had
started with. She looked at her arm which still felt very small and weak
beneath her shirt sleeve compared to the muscled one she had worked hard
to achieve in her male body.

	The old Jeff had been independent and confident. Since the change
she had been the exact opposite, but Paul was right. The confidence was
returning. She wasn't exactly the old Jeff - her experiences had changed
her as much as her body had been - but she wasn't terminally afraid of
the future now.

	On impulse, she knocked on the door.

	"Come in," a voice said distractedly.

	Jeff looked up the corridor to see if she had been seen and then
slipped inside the office. Marcus Belmont was going through a large box
of notes and his office was covered in unopened boxes and scattered
papers. "Sorry," he said. "I'm not known for my tidiness at the best of
times."

	Jeff saw him in a totally different way than the old Jeff would
have. The old Jeff would have been able to recognize that Marcus was
handsome, but, of course, would not have felt any attraction to him.

	Mandy had been very transparent in the way she had got Jeff and
Marcus talking the day before. Jeff didn't mind. As ever, the small,
exuberant Mandy had had the right idea.

	"I was just passing," Jeff said hesitantly, "and, well, I could
do with someone to talk to."

	"Has there been any word?"

	"Nothing yet. Look, about yesterday."

	"Did I overstep the mark? I know you've been through a lot and--"

	"Don't worry about that. I'm not made out of glass. You know my
history and what I used to be?"

	"Well, yeah. Anne Chamberlain is a world leader in the field I
work in, so I followed the whole case closely."

	"Doesn't that worry you? That I am - was - a man?"

	"Not really. I've always been open-minded."

	"And are you involved with anyone at the moment?"

	"No. I feel like I'm being interrogated," he joked.

	"You are," Jeff returned with a smile. She looked around for a
seat, but the only other chair was covered with boxes of paper.

	"Hang on a minute, I'll clear that for you."

	"Don't worry about it. I'll sit here." Before Marcus could move,
Jeff had sat down in Marcus' lap.

	"Are you sure you want to do that?"

	"I'm just sitting on your lap, nothing more. I'm not going to
move that fast." She put an arm around his neck and leaned on him. "This
doesn't feel that bad - very weird to be in this position and liking it -
but not bad." She wiggled her bottom and smiled, "You seem to be enjoying
yourself too."

	"Um, sorry."

	"Don't be. I know no man can control that part of them. They say
a person is shaped by their experiences. You've helped me realise that I
have to stop running away from my new self and embrace the changes." The
smile faded, "And with Paul and the others missing I've already got
plenty to worry about."

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

	Simonds stepped back and looked at the confused blonde bombshell
still strapped into the chair. The next few weeks were going to make all
her own degradations over the past few months almost worthwhile.

	The door was thumped several times behind her. "What is it?" she
asked irritated.

	"Lazlo's here and he's not happy."

	"Shit," Simonds remarked to herself quietly. "I'll be right
there." She walked to the door. Just before she left she turned and
looked at Michael again. "I have to go now, but when I come back I'll
bring some playmates who'll just love your sexy little body."

	Michael watched Simonds smile and leave. He heard the door lock
and he was left alone with his barely suppressed terror.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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