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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 1

So here's "Biochemistry 0: Elaine's Story."

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIOCHEMISTRY 0:
    Elaine's Story

Nathan Mallone waited in the waiting room for his new doctor's 
office, doctor Jane Sloane.  He hoped that this new psychiatrist 
could help him.  The other he had gone to had given him a diagnosis 
and some suggestions about what to do about his problems, but he was 
still depressed most of the time, still wanted his life to be 
something different from what he was getting, from what he was.

After a long wait (did any doctor ever manage to meet scheduled 
appointments?) the receptionist sent him into the back office.  It 
was another ten minutes before a rather plain looking woman in a 
business suit came in.  "Good day, mister Mallone.  What can I do for 
you today?"

"I hope you can help me.  I've been to other doctors and although 
what they suggest I do seems to help, but it's..."

"Yes?"

"It's not enough."

"How so?"

"Have you seen my records?  Seen how my last doc described me?"

"Yes, I have.  His description of you is," she checked his file, "'an 
androgynous personality whose female aspects, lacking proper 
expression, has come to attempt to supplant the male aspects of his 
psyche.'"

"A fancy way of saying that since I wasn't letting my female side out 
enough, my female side was taking over."

"And what did he suggest?"

"He suggested that I try transvestitism.  That I get dressed as a 
woman and go out and be a woman publicly for a while."

"And did you?"

"Doctor, I didn't tell him, but I've been dressing as a woman in 
private for a while, and, if anything, it makes it worse."

"How so?"

"When I put on my clothes, my women's clothes, I feel more 
comfortable.  I used to get dressed in women's clothes when I got off 
work on Friday, and stayed in one outfit or another until Monday 
morning.  And I definitely preferred it, but when I got into my 
outfits, I wanted more.  I didn't just want to wear a bra, I wanted 
to NEED a bra.  When I put on make-up, I wanted it to be because, and 
only because, I wanted to look prettier, not because I was trying to 
hide harsh male lines in my face."

"It doesn't sound like a standard case of transvestitism.  Tell me, 
mister Mallone, why did you start dressing up in the first place?"

"I always felt... out of place in male clothes.  For that matter, in 
the male world.  Women's clothes just felt... right."

"Was there ever anything... sexual about it?"

"You mean do I get an erection from slipping on a pair of panties? 
No.  Although I am far easier to excite when I'm in a dress, it was 
never really about the sex.  I just... like women's clothes."

"You said you used to dress up on weekends.  I assume you don't do it anymore?"

"No."

"Any particular reason?"

"I've got a girlfriend, and I haven't told her about my private life, yet."

"Why not?  If she loves you-"

"It's not about love, doc.  We both admit that.  It's about the sex. 
I mean, she's my friend, someone I can talk to for long hours about 
nothing in particular.  But it's definitely not going to turn into a 
lifelong relationship or anything like that."

"But if she's your friend, and the sex is, well, just sex, then 
that's all the more reason why she'd be a safe person to confide in."

"Well, the reason I don't tell her is really the same reason I don't 
go out in drag.  When I get dressed up, I want to be as feminine as 
possible.  But even at my best, and even with professional help, I 
still can't make myself look like anything other than a man in drag. 
And part of me hates that, so I don't go out and I don't tell anyone, 
so that I'm not reminded of it."

The doctor considered his words, and said, "Well, I think I know what 
the problem is.  Mister Mallone, I believe you are, and realize this 
is only a preliminary diagnosis, a transsexual.  A woman trapped in a 
man's body."

"I considered that and suggested it to my last doctor, but he 
explained why it couldn't be that."

"This should be good.  Why?"

"Well, I'm not attracted to men, at least not sexually.  If I were a 
woman inside then I'd have at least some attraction to men.  I also 
don't hate my genitals.  Admittedly, I think I'd prefer a vagina, but 
if I had to live with my current organs for the rest of my life, I 
could do that.  The doctor explained how many transsexuals hate their 
testicles so much that they've actually gone so far as to mangle 
their bodies in an attempt to get rid of them."

"Mister Mallone, your previous doctor, doctor Hall, is one of the 
oldest, most experienced psychiatrists in the city.  But it is that 
very experience that can interfere with his diagnosis, particularly 
in cases of Gender Identity problems."

"What do you mean?"

"When Doctor Hall was trained, homosexuality was still considered by 
psychiatrists as something that needed to be cured, and Gender 
Identity Disorders weren't even widely recognized as existing, much 
less well defined.  I'm afraid with doctor Hall, if you don't use 
certain phrases and buzz words, then you're not a transsexual.

"As for the issues he mentioned, the first is just laughable.  I 
don't have exact statistics, but I believe almost half of all 
transsexuals could be considered homosexuals only after you consider 
their internal gender.  Many transsexual male to females never 
express an interest in having sex with anything other than other 
women.

"And although the second is true, many transsexuals have mutilated 
themselves in an effort to be what they want, many transsexuals hate 
their genitals only because it's a constant reminder of what they 
aren't.

"Besides, if you were totally satisfied with his analysis of your 
condition, you wouldn't be here."

"I...  I think you're right, doctor.  I've always wanted to be a 
woman, for as long as I can remember.  I just wanted to be... my own 
woman, and not what kind of woman everyone else told me to be."

"Sounds like I'm right."

"So now what?"

"Now, you have to make a decision.  If you really want this, and we 
need to make sure it is what you not only want, but need, then we 
start you on a program to becoming the woman you really are.  That 
will be incredibly hard on you.  It starts with a year of being a 
woman in all public things.  You will need to live as a woman. 
Dress, appearance, regardless of how effeminate you look in drag, you 
must act, to all external appearances, as a woman.

"After that year, we can start you on H.R.T., hormone replacement 
therapy.  The hormones will help your body develop secondary female 
characteristics, breasts most notably, as well as some reduction of 
body hair, softer skin, and some other benefits.  After a certain 
level of development, we can discuss sexual reassignment surgery. 
Having your genitalia removed and replaced with a constructed vagina."

Nathan barely heard her description of what he'd have to live through 
for the next couple years.  He realized that, as a Ph.D. and 
scientist, he had given too much credence to the "educated" doctor 
who had told him that he wasn't a woman simply because he didn't fit 
into some preset mold the doctor had of femininity.  But now that he 
thought about it, he, no she realized it was what she always wanted.

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

TWO MONTHS LATER...

Today was the big day.  Elaine, as Nathan had now decided to call 
himself, had called Susan, his lover and secretary, last night, and 
had rather cryptically warned her not to be surprised at anything 
"he" did today.  And today was the day everyone who knew her met 
Elaine.

Everyone but her doctor and lawyer, who already knew.  She had been 
worried that her job would be at risk, but she and her lawyer had 
checked her contract letter by letter.  According to her contract, 
she couldn't be fired for a medical problem unless it interfered with 
the commission of her duties, and her transsexuality was considered a 
medical problem.  Besides, wasn't she the scientist who had developed 
the cures for Syphilis and Herpes?  The bosses would have to be 
idiots to fire her.

She was far more worried about how the girls at work would react. 
She had always had more women friends at work.  Her natural but 
repressed femininity combined with the constant secrecy and drive 
between the male scientists for the next big success to isolate her 
from her male colleagues.  But the doctor had warned her that many 
people, including the women, would now view her as a freak.  But she 
had to do this.  Nathan, in her private life, was nothing more than a 
dim memory.  It was now time to make it so in her public life.

She went through her closet and chose a simple, blue dress.  No sense 
antagonizing the bosses any more than she had to by choosing one of 
her more risque outfits.  She still didn't feel comfortable going out 
in public, but this day had been a long time in coming.  She put on 
her breastforms, lingerie, and stockings, then slipped the dress on. 
She had gone to a salon on Saturday and gotten her hair and nails 
professionally done, so all she needed was a quick brush out and new 
polish and make-up and she was ready to go.

She stepped into a pair of low heels (high heels were for personal 
entertainment, not for work) and smiled.  At 6 foot, she already 
towered over most of the other girls.  The heels added another inch 
and a half, making her a giant amongst women.

She left her apartment and drove to work.  When she walked into work, 
the silence could be cut with a knife.  Taking the doctor's advice, 
she went to her office as though nothing were going on.  After 
sitting at her desk, it was only a couple minutes before she heard a 
knock on her door.  Susan poked her head in and said, "Mister 
Mallone, can we talk?"

"Yes, but it's Miss now."

Susan stepped in and closed the door behind her.  "Nathan, what-"

Elaine held up her hand.  "It's Elaine now.  And, as for explanation, 
it always should've been Elaine.  Susie, I'm a transsexual, a woman 
inside.  It just took me a while to realize it.  Now I'm making it 
real."

"I... see."

The silence between them was awkward and finally, Elaine broke it by 
asking, "Susie, do you still want to be my friend and lover?"

"Do you still want me to be?"

"I'd hate to lose you as a lover, but I'd hate even more losing you 
as my friend."

"Nate...  Elaine, I was kind of worried about whether you still 
wanted me with your new outlook on life.  But as long as you want me, 
I'll be there for you."

Elaine stood up and the two hugged.  Susan asked, "Do you want to 
have a little tryst right now?"

"Yes, but I think we'd better wait."

"Why?"

The intercom buzzed.  "Unless I seriously miss my guess, that's why."

Susan depressed the button and reflexively said, "Nathan Mallone's office."

"Susie, this is Lucy."  Lucy was the C.E.O.'s executive secretary.

"What's up, Luce?"

"The big boss wants Nate up here right now."

"What for?"

"Uhm, well, is it true Nate came into the office today in a dress?"

Elaine said, "Like I thought.  Nothing moves faster than the 
corporate rumor mill."

Lucy said, "Oh, Nate, I'm sorry.  I didn't know you were there!"

"No problem, Lucy.  And just to quell the rumors, yes, I came into 
work in a dress.  And, for the record, my name is now Elaine, so, 
unless you have no other option, please use that."

"Well, Elaine, the boss is a little perturbed and wants to speak to 
you.  You need to get up here, post haste."

"Okay."  Elaine gave Susie a quick kiss and said, "Be back in a few."

After Elaine had left, Lucy, still on the box, asked, "Okay, Susie, 
what's the 4-1-1 on your boss?"

"Well, I don't want to gossip, but..."

Elaine walked to the elevator, making a conscious effort to avoid the 
stares she was getting.  She took a deep breath after the doors 
closed and wondered if she was going to make it through this first 
week.  The doors opened on the executive office where Lucy worked. 
Lucy said, "Go right in, he's expecting you."

Elaine walked into the office of Jason D. Irons, CEO, and chairman of 
the board of the company.  He was the single most important man in 
the company, and, from the look on his face, he was none too happy. 
He waved at the chair across the desk from him.  After Elaine sat 
down, he said, "Mister Mallone, what is the meaning of," he waved his 
hands at Elaine's dress, "this?"

"In the first place, it's Miss Mallone.  And that is what this," she 
waved her hands down her body, "is about.  Mister Irons, I was born 
into the wrong body.  I am a female, at least my soul is.  I am now 
simply taking the proper steps to cause my outer body to reflect that 
fact."

"Surely you cannot expect this company to tolerate your sexual lark-"

"Sexual lark?!  Are you insane?!  Do you have any idea what I'm going 
through?!  What I've been through?!  What I'm going to go through?! 
I suppose if you did, you might want it to continue.  After all, it 
was this very problem that drove me to withdraw from others and 
become the greatest in my field.  But I am not going to tolerate this 
anymore.  I am a woman inside and intend to make it so to everyone 
else."

"Well, couldn't you do this in your off time?  Just come to work in 
your regular suit for a while longer?"

Elaine stared at him angrily.  "Mister Irons, in the first place, I 
don't have regular suits anymore.  I gave them all to charity.  And, 
in the second place, this isn't some... thing I'm doing.  I am a 
woman.  Period.  Do you require any of your other female employees to 
come to work dressed in men's clothing?"

"But... you don't really look like a woman."

Elaine glared at him.  Angrily, she growled, "Thank you for pointing 
that out."  Before he could protest any further, she stood up. 
"Mister Irons, the terms of my contract are very clear.  I cannot be 
terminated for a medical condition, unless said medical condition 
interferes with the commission of my duties.  And my transsexuality 
is a medical condition.  I will come to work in dresses, because I am 
a woman and the company dress code allows it.  I will, as per company 
requirements, remove any make-up or jewelry when working in the lab 
so as to not risk myself or lab experiments, but except during those 
times I will wear an appropriate amount of both.  Good day, mister 
Irons."  And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the 
office.

As soon as she left, and the door was closed behind her, she breathed 
a deep sigh of relief.  That was one more hurdle behind her.

Lucy said, "Hey, hun, can I make a suggestion?"

Elaine tensed up.  What now?  "I guess so."

"The dress you've got on is great, but I think you'd look better in 
the hotter colors, reds, oranges, and yellows."

Elaine smiled and hugged Lucy.  "Thanks, hun, I needed that."

"Don't worry about it, hun.  The girls in the secretarial pool have 
been talking about it and we're behind you.  We always knew there was 
something different about you."

"Really?  Like what?"

"Well, I guess the biggest difference was that you were never as 
overtly sexual as most men.  When most men hug a woman, there's 
usually at least a small component of sex somewhere in it.  But with 
you, a hug was rarely anything more than a hug.  And you were always 
just, I don't know, I guess friendlier was the word for it."

"Thanks, Luce."

"Anytime, Elaine.  And welcome to womanhood."

Elaine gave Lucy the biggest hug she could.

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

FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER...

One year of being in dresses and three months of hormone therapy 
hadn't resulted in a body much different than the one she had before. 
Her breasts were still barely noticeable and her appearance still 
hadn't changed much.  The doctor told her that it was because she had 
an unusually high amount of testosterone in her system.  The doctor 
had recommended removal of her testicles to reduce the amount of 
testosterone, but Elaine had a nasty allergy to anesthetics of all 
kinds, so she had to be very careful about any kind of surgery.  Even 
over the counter pain killers could make her violently ill.

One benefit (at least as far as Susie was concerned) was that her 
sexual performance in bed was still the same as ever.  But for 
Elaine, it was only one more reminder of her body's betrayal of her 
soul.  Just once, she'd like her penis not to spring to attention at 
Susan's lightest touch.  She'd like it to take a while.  She'd like 
proof that the hormones were having a significant effect on her body.

Her friends had been great all throughout her time.  All the girls in 
the secretarial pool had, as Lucy had said, been there for her. 
Ironically, it had been the women executives she had gotten the most 
flak from.  The male execs and the other scientists (she was the only 
female scientist on staff) mostly treated her with casual 
indifference.  But the two women executives treated her as though she 
were encroaching on private territory.  They were, at best of times, 
catty, at worst, outright nasty towards her.

She had heard that after her confrontation with Mister Irons, there 
had been a board meeting to discuss her, but she had heard nothing 
more one way or the other.

She had been working on a new cure for cancer when she had gotten a 
message from Jason Irons, asking her to come up to his office.  She 
went straight up there.  Lucy was gone for lunch, and Elaine knocked 
on the door.  She heard mister Irons say, "Come in," and opened the 
door.

Peeking her head in, she said, "You called for me?"

"Yes, Miss Mallone.  Please come in."  Elaine came in.  Mister Irons 
was by the mini-bar, and said, "Have a seat."  Elaine sat down. 
"Would you care for a drink?"

"No, thanks."

"As you wish.  Do you mind if I?"

"Go ahead."  Elaine waited for Mister Irons to pour himself a drink 
then asked, "Excuse me, mister Irons, but why did you ask me to come 
up here?"

"Please, call me Jason."

"Okay, Jason, why did you ask me to come up here?"

Jason came over and sat on the edge of his desk, clearly a position 
of dominance.  "I actually wanted to apologize for how I reacted on 
that day when you first came in in a dress.  I've had a chance to do 
some research on transsexuals and I underestimated how severe a 
problem you faced."

"That's very... open-minded of you."  Elaine couldn't help but feel a 
little strange.  Call it feminine intuition, but, despite how 
nicey-nice Jason was acting, something in her was telling her that 
she was in a bad situation and that she needed to get the hell out of 
there.

"Thanks."  Jason got up and walked around behind her.  He started 
rubbing her shoulders.  "I also wanted to apologize for that crack 
about you not looking very feminine.  You make a fine woman."

Elaine's feminine vanity was pleased, but she was still too much the 
practical scientist to fail to notice the sexual implications of how 
he was rubbing her shoulders.  She said, "Thanks, but I think I 
should get back to my work," and tried to stand up.

He pressed her back into the seat.  "Relax, where's the fire?"  He 
leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek.

She stood up quickly, managing to slip out from under his grip. 
"Really, mister Irons!  I hardly think this is appropriate!"

She turned and started walking from the room.  Before she was half 
way to the door, Jason said, "Hardly the attitude you should be 
taking to the man who saved your job."

She stopped.  "What do you mean?"

"I assume you heard of the board meeting to discuss your tenure with 
this company?  Well, at this meeting, the general consensus was that 
you were too much of an embarrassment to be allowed to continue to 
work here.  As much as I wasn't sure, personally, about your dressing 
up, I realized you were of far too much benefit to the company to be 
let go.  So I used my executive privilege to table the discussion 
indefinitely.  If it weren't for me, you'd be out on the street right 
now, a business pariah who couldn't get a job at any decent company 
in the business."

He walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders again. 
"Now all I'm asking in return is for you to show me a little 
kindness."  He started unzipping her dress.  "And, if you're 
unwilling, I might just have to recall that vote to the floor.  Then 
where would you be?"

"You...  You can't fire me.  I have a contract."

"Don't be naive, Elaine.  Officially, we can't fire you for your 
Gender Identity problems, but I'm sure we could find something.  And 
you could certainly try to file a grievance or a lawsuit, but even if 
the courts didn't dismiss you, unofficially, of course, for their 
prejudice against transsexuals, our lawyers could keep you tied up 
long past your ability to afford to keep going."

Elaine felt tears coming to her eyes as Jason pulled her dress from 
his shoulders.  He undid her bra and pulled it from her.  Dropping it 
to the ground, he pulled her to him and started fondling her small 
breasts.  He bent her over and removed a hand from her breast.  She 
felt her panties being pulled down and a smooth substance being 
rubbed on her ass.  She heard a click and a T.V. on the side wall 
turned on.  Playing on it was one of those porno films with a 
she-male getting fucked doggie style by some big dicked man.

Elaine felt Jason press his dick into her ass.  She almost broke down 
in tears and he started humping into her ass like an animal in heat. 
She held off, neither helping nor hindering nor crying until she felt 
her ass filled with a warm fluid.  He pulled out of her and said, 
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"  She held her tongue, afraid if she 
said anything, she might try to claw his eyes out.  "I'm sure you'll 
grow to love it as much as I did."

She almost screamed.  But when Jason returned to his desk, saying 
nothing more, she knew when she was being dismissed.  She pulled her 
dress back on, zipping it up as she left the office.  She ran to the 
nearest bathroom and cried her eyes out.  When she got finished, she 
looked at the mess she had made of her face.  She was going to have 
to be careful in order to avoid being seen before she could get back 
to her office and fix her make-up.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she realized Jason had been 
right.  Prejudice against homosexuals and transsexuals was a daily 
routine in the courts.  Furthermore, most of her money had been 
consumed with the bills in becoming Elaine.  There was no way she 
could afford a protracted court battle with a large corporation.  But 
she swore, with every fiber of her woman's soul, someday she would 
find a way to make Jason Irons pay for what he had done to her.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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