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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry 0 (tg stuff) [3/8]
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 02:10:03 -0500
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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 3.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
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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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************

THREE DAYS LATER...

Jason came up to Elaine in her bedroom.  He was dressed in a slinky 
little French Maid's uniform.  "Mistress?"  He had started to call 
her that after that first day, and Elaine had to admit she got a kick 
out of it.

"Yes?"

"I... don't want to do this anymore.  I don't want to be a maid, I 
don't want to be a prostitute.  I want to go back to normal."

"And how would you suggest paying me back?"

"I... have some foreign bank accounts where I've got almost five 
million dollars in funds I embezzled from the company.  I'll give you 
the access codes if you just return me to normal and let me go."

Elaine stared at him for a bit before saying, "Come with me."

He followed her down to the room with the table.  She pointed at the 
table and he got up on it.  She strapped him down, and went to the 
cabinet and got out a vial.  "What's that?" he asked.

"A truth serum.  It's a combination of sodium pentathol and my new 
creation.  Much more effective.  I don't want you withholding 
anything."

Jason grumbled a bit, but lay back as she injected him.  After the 
drug kicked in, she quizzed him on the money he had stolen (almost 10 
million) and all the access codes.

When she finished, she unstrapped him and left him to sleep it off. 
She went to the parlor where her thug for hire and his boyfriend were 
looking at a tape, watching Jason's transformation. The boyfriend was 
dressed in a beautiful evening gown, looking very much the beautiful 
girl.  Elaine felt a pang of jealousy at how feminine this boy 
looked.  Well, after the tests were finished, she could use the 
compound and she'd have a fantastic body of her own and no one would 
ever doubt her femininity again.

When she entered the room, the young boy-girl asked, "You can do this 
for me?  Give me a real girl's body?"

"Yes.  And unlike hormones your penis will remain fully functional afterwards."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know?  Intensive hormone treatment can result in a loss 
of function of your penis."  From the shocked look on his face, it 
was clear he had had no idea.  "Consider it a lesson in why you don't 
take medication without a doctor's supervision."

"But you can give me big breasts without surgery or losing my dick?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but can I ask for a request?"

"What?"

"Can you give me a pill instead of a shot?  I hate shots."

"It'll take some work to come up with a concoction capable of 
surviving the digestion process intact, but I think I can."

"Thanks."

Elaine left, went to the security office, gave Jim the info on the 
Swiss Bank accounts, and then went to her lab.  Three hours later she 
returned to the parlor with a beaker full of bubbling green ooze. 
"Is that it?" the youth asked.

"Yes."

"It seems like a lot more than you gave that other guy."

"It is.  You need more since you're taking it orally rather than 
intravenously."  She handed him the beaker.

He took the beaker and drank it down.  "Hmm, kind of nice.  Minty."

"I included a peppermint oil for taste."

"It's," he started before growing woozy.  "Woah.  Feeling... dizzy."

Elaine took him and set him on the couch.  He was asleep before she 
let him go.  "Why the sedative?" his thug boyfriend asked.

"Remember how much pain Jason went through?  I didn't want him going 
through that."

"Thanks."  The thug quickly pulled the breastforms from his 
boyfriend's bra.  They then sat back and watched as the boy's body 
shifted and flowed into a form much more suited to his clothing. 
"How long till he wakes up?"

"The sedative was real mild.  I figure about an hour."

"Thanks."

Elaine went to the security office.  "You get all Jason's money?"

"Transferred to other accounts."  He handed a list to her.

"What's this?"

"The accounts and their access codes.  I took enough to recoup what I 
spent plus a tidy profit.  The other 9.5 million is yours."  Elaine 
was stunned.  Never in all her plotting had she expected to ever get 
so much for herself.  "So what's the plan with Jason?"

"Same as before, just moved up since we've been paid."

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

THE NEXT MORNING...

Jason woke up and got out of his nightie (Elaine insisted he always 
be dressed in something feminine).  He went to the closet to get a 
dress when his entire body started to tremble.  He froze in place and 
was unable to move as his breasts actually grew!

After he could move again, he ran to the door, prepared to throttle 
Elaine to find out what happened, but the door was locked.  He 
pounded on the door, not even hearing the low hiss of released gas 
that knocked him unconscious.

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

Elaine was with her hired thug and his "girl"friend watching the tape 
of Jason's further transformation.  Finally, Melody (as the boy-girl 
was calling himself now) said, "And this could happen to me now?"

"I don't know.  This occurred 25 1/2 hours after his last dose. 
Exactly when I predicted the agent would permanently bond with his 
system.  If you want I'll give you a reversal agent right now."

"No.  I can handle huge breasts.  Will I get as much growth as him?"

"I have no idea.  Jason grew from a D cup to a double E and I don't 
even know why."

"Well, we'll find out what happens to me in a couple hours."

"I guess so."  She turned to the nameless thug.  "So will this make 
Jason impossible to sell on the slave market?"

"Are you kidding?  This'll make him even more valuable.  I know a few 
middle east sheiks who'll pay big bucks for a big breasted she-male 
to enslave."

"Good.  I'd hate to see him escape his fate."

They waited patiently for a couple hours until Melody's body absorbed 
the APS's.  She froze in place and her body trembled like Jason's. 
Then it stopped and she could move again.  "Nothing happened," Elaine 
said.

"Not exactly," Melody replied.  She reached under her dress and freed 
her dick, a rampant monster growing hard.

The thug said, "Holy crap, you've grown!"

Elaine asked, "How much?  How big was he before?"

Melody said proudly, "I was barely 4 inches when erect.  Now look at me!"

To the thug, Elaine said, "Can you get her hard?  I'd like to measure 
her fully erect."

The thug reached out and started massaging Melody's dick.  Soon 
Melody was fully erect and measured out at 14 inches.  "Three and a 
half times as long," Elaine commented.

"And if you don't mind," the thug commented, "I'd like to take Melody 
upstairs and give it a try."

"Go ahead."

After they left, Jim asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was just thinking about my dick.  I've got ten inches when erect, 
and although I've never hated my dick, it's always been a reminder of 
what I'm not.  Even with the entire rest of my body becoming all 
woman, I don't think I could stand having a three foot reminder 
jutting from my loins."

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

FOUR DAYS LATER...

Jim walked into the lab.  "Old Metal Head is now on his way to the 
middle east.  Have you figured out what causes that growth?"

"Yes, I have."

"What causes it?"

"A necessary evil.  In order for the system to truly work, it needs 
to bond with and become a part of the system.  But when the body 
stops getting new stuff and starts producing new Strings of its own, 
a swelling occurs in the tissues where the greatest concentrations of 
Strings exist."

"Okay, then I can understand the growth in the breasts, it's where 
the greatest growth occurs.  But why the penile growth?"

"The APS system needs male hormones, so they bond with the testicles 
in order to get that.  In certain blood types, most of the APS's 
Strings get shunted to the testicles.  Near as I can figure, an O 
blood type or an A or B positive blood type will experience breast 
growth.  An A or B negative or an AB positive blood type gets the 
penile growth."

"And an AB negative blood type?"

"An AB negative blood type will inevitably reject the APS's and 
revert to the body they had before being exposed.  Further, if they 
don't get a new dose quickly after reverting, their body will develop 
an immunity to the system making further changes impossible."

"And your blood type?"

Elaine took a beaker and threw it against the wall.  "AB negative. 
If, after the first dose, I don't get daily doses of the medication, 
I'll revert to Nathan.  It may even destroy what little effects I've 
gotten from the hormones."

"I'm sorry.  But I'm sure you'll eventually solve this."

"I hope so, but I hate this.  I either continue through life looking 
like a half-man, half-girl freak, or I become chained to getting a 
daily dose of hard to create, very expensive medication."

"Well, you've got 9 plus million to work with."

"Yeah, and how long is that going to last?  I've created two doses of 
the medication, and have enough material for three more doses.  That 
cost a quarter million.  I figure once I get into mass production, I 
can cut the cost by a fifth, but that's still $10,000 a dose.  9.5 
million will last me about 2 1/2 years, then what?"

"You'll make more money."

"At $10,000 a day, that's 3.65 million a year.  How am I going to 
make that?  Now I'm beginning to see why Brighton pulled the plug on 
my cancer cure, despite the good it could do.  It was just too 
expensive."

"Well, how'd you like to double your current resources, as well as 
get a small collection of businesses to work with?  Between business 
income and investing the 19 million, you'll easily make that 3.65 
mill, plus enough to live very well for the rest of your life."

"What do you have in mind?"

Jim sighed.  "I'm a little tired of this life.  I think I've done 
everything, at least everything I wanted.  I want something new.  And 
what can be more new than to try being a girl?"

"Are you sure?  You've seen what happens."

"Yes, and with A positive blood, I get breast growth.  Besides, you 
need more test subjects, don't you?"

"Yes, but what about you?  You won't have your money anymore."

Jim laughed.  "I have plenty squirreled away in foreign accounts I 
can access by number.  I can easily afford enough to buy a whole new 
identity.  So I'll give you my life in return for a new one."

"Are you sure?  Once you do this, there's no going back."

"I'm sure."

Elaine mixed up a dose of the medication and fed it to him.  His body 
trembled and slowly flowed into its new shape.  When he was finished, 
he said, "I didn't pass out."

"With the data I got from Jason and Melody, I was able to create a 
solution with a localized pain suppressor.  Only radical changes will 
need a knockout drug."

"And my breasts are small, only B cup."

"That's because unless I specifically change the formula, you wind up 
getting the breasts you'd get if you had been born female.  And don't 
forget, in 25 1/2 hours, they'll swell another 3-5 cups.  So what are 
you going to call yourself?"

"Theresa."

"After your sister?"  Jim nodded, then they both broke down in tears.

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

THREE DAYS LATER...

Elaine stared at the phone, still wondering if she should make the 
call to Susie.  She hadn't seen her lover since before she had taken 
Jason hostage.  She had planned to call her once everything was 
straightened out, but now wasn't sure that was a good idea.

Two days ago, Melody called and told her that Lawrence (the thug) had 
been arrested and it looked like a slam dunk case.  Since Larry's 
life was going to be watched for the next decade or two, Melody was 
going to have to leave Elaine's life so she wouldn't be at risk for 
investigation by the police.

And the more Elaine thought about it, the more she realized that much 
the same thing was going on between her and Susie.  Elaine was now a 
felon, even if the police had no idea of what felony had occurred. 
Elaine was now guilty of kidnapping, assault, illegal administration 
of a potentially dangerous substance, slavery, and god knew what 
else.  If something went wrong, could she really put Susie at risk as 
an accomplice after the fact?

But part of her didn't want to let go.  Jim a.k.a. Theresa had 
disappeared after getting her breast growth.  Before Elaine had even 
started all this he had dismissed his staff (with sizable pensions) 
so they wouldn't be at risk for knowing anything about what they were 
planning, and, even though Elaine had other seedy contacts for 
necessary dirty work, with Larry and Melody gone, she was now very 
alone.

Finally she decided she wouldn't contact Susie.  It wouldn't be fair 
to expect her to give up her life just so Elaine could have a friend. 
She'd just have to do the rest of this alone.

She went to the lab.  She had just received a new shipment of the 
crucial plant that made her APS system possible, enough for a whole 
year, so now it was time to make Elaine into the girl she was always 
meant to be.  She mixed up a new batch of APS, minus any pain killer. 
With her allergy, she'd just have to suffer through what Jason had. 
A kind of penance, she guessed.

She filled a syringe and went upstairs.  She sat on the edge of her 
bed and injected herself.  A burning sensation immediately started in 
her arm and spread to the rest of her arm like wildfire.  She 
screamed in pain and passed out.

When she awoke, she was on the floor.  She climbed on to the bed and 
sat up.  She looked into the mirror and saw... a woman.  The harsh, 
male lines in her face were gone, replaced by smooth, rounded ones. 
She saw definite similarities between her and her sister and mother. 
Her bosom was now a large D cup.  She had to laugh at that.  She 
still had the smallest chest in the family.  But with her height, her 
breasts seemed almost normal, where mom, Lily, and her other sister, 
Edie, all appeared to have freakishly large bosoms.

She got up and her dress pulled tight across her chest.  She smiled. 
She still fit all her old clothes, but a new wardrobe would fit so 
much better.  Besides shopping always did cheer her up.

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

FIVE YEARS LATER...

Elaine looked in pride as the sign was put on the front of her new, 
commercial lab.  "Biotech Industries" it read.  It was a small sign, 
barely readable unless you knew where to look, but that was how her 
neighbors wanted it.  It had been hard enough getting a special 
dispensation for a private business in a residential neighborhood. 
But, with her money wisely invested, she was now one of the richest 
people in this part of town.  And in a part of town where no one was 
worth less than 7 figures that was saying something.

But now she needed an accountant, someone with a cool business mind 
who could look after her business interests so she could finally find 
the much needed component that would free her from her daily chemical 
chain.  Investing wasn't as hard as it looked, but it was time 
consuming, so she needed a business accountant, and she knew just the 
man.  And the irony was it would be the final blow against the 
company that had so used her before.

After she had left her old company, and after its CEO had just 
disappeared, the business had almost folded.  The ironic thing was 
that since both she and Jason had disappeared at the same time, the 
police had assumed they were both kidnapped by the same person or 
persons, most likely a rival company.  Now, only the expert work of 
Brighton Davis was keeping the company alive, and even with him it 
was only a matter of time.  She was sure she could convince him to 
join her new company, particularly with the incentive package she had 
for him.

She walked into the bar where her investigators told her that 
Brighton hung out after he got off work.  It was a comfortable, 
leisurely bar designed after that old TV show, "Cheers".  He was at 
the end of the bar where "Norm" used to sit.  She went over and sat 
in "Cliff's" seat.  "Mister Davis?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Elaine."

"Elaine...?"

"Just Elaine.  I've recently started a new medical research firm and 
I'd like the opportunity to try to convince you to join me."

"I have a lucrative contract with my current firm.  Why would I want 
to leave it for your firm, a totally untested firm?"

"Because you are a very bottom line man.  I happen to know your 
current firm is dying and your contract with them ends today.  You 
have a three year option, but we both know your company will not 
survive to the end of that three years.  That is why you have yet to 
exercise that option."

"You know quite a bit, Miss Elaine."

"Money buys a lot of information."

"That it does.  Now let me tell you what I know about you.  Two years 
ago, you appeared on the scene, the purchaser of a small group of 
businesses that were sold to you just before their owner disappeared 
on an international trip.  You've kept your businesses small but 
profitable, but you've sunk a good sized amount of money into your 
new business, and everything you have rests on it.  Now why would I 
want to get involved in so risky a proposition?  Particularly since I 
already have many offers from other companies?"

"Because I have certain resources that will guarantee my business's survival."

"Like what?"

"Mister Davis, surely you can't expect me to discuss that in an open 
bar?  But if you're willing to go with me back to my mansion, I will 
show you a sample of what will make my company the company to run 
with."

Brighton stared at her for a bit before saying, "I knew an Elaine 
once.  She was about your height, too.  Almost the same hair color, 
too."  Elaine remained stony faced, but inside was terrified.  Did he 
know?  Did he even suspect?  She almost breathed a sigh of relief 
when he said, "But other than that, you two look nothing alike."

"So?"

"Alright, Miss Elaine, I'll give you a chance.  But understand, this 
is just business, so don't try to use your body to entice me."

"No risk there, Mister Davis.  I'm a devout lesbian."

As he extended his arm in a gentlemanly way, he said, "Strange, the 
Elaine I knew was a lesbian, too."

"What are the odds?"

Elaine drove the two of them out to her mansion.  As they passed the 
perimeter of her part of town, Brighton commented, "So they're 
finally building that fence."

"Yup.  Part of me regrets its necessity, but part of me is glad for 
the protection."

They drove up to her mansion, and walked up to the door.  As they 
went inside, Brighton asked, "No servants?"

"I live alone.  I don't really need them."

"Most people in this part of town don't need them.  That doesn't stop 
them from hiring them."

"I'm not most people.  Care for a drink?"

"Have any Creme de Menthe?"

"I do."  Elaine had bought a small supply when her agents had 
informed her it was Brighton's favorite liqueur.  She mixed up a 
drink with a little extra and handed it to him.

He drank it down and asked, "You had some evidence of your hidden resources?"

"You're about to see them."

Brighton felt a strange tingle pass through his body.  He looked down 
and saw his tight shirt stretched open as he grew small breasts.  "Oh 
my god!"  He looked up at Elaine.  "You are Elaine Mallone."

"Actually, I dropped the Mallone a looong time ago."

Brighton grew steely eyed.  Coldly, he said, "So now-" but then 
cringed as another tingle passed through his body and his breasts 
grew, popping one button free from his shirt.

"I need to know what you're feeling, Brighton, so I included a 
special component.  Every time you bury your emotions, your most 
notable womanly assets get a little larger.  So if you're feeling a 
little... pissed, I suggest you let it out."

Brighton's face grew steadily angrier until he released a string of 
epithets that would've made a sailor blush.  When he finished, Elaine 
asked, "Feel better?"

"A little.  So now what?  I join your firm or I don't get my body back?"

"No.  You'll need delayers on Saturday and Sunday night to keep this 
from becoming permanent, but on Monday morning, regardless of any 
other decision you make, the reversal agent is yours."

"Then why this?"  He waved his hands down his body.

"Because I don't want this to be just about the bottom line for you, 
Brighton.  I want you to know, even if only for a weekend, what a 
transsexual lives for decades.  What it is to be in the wrong body. 
To be forced to present a face to the world you know is false."

"Then what?"

"Then think about profit margins.  Not including the doctor 
interviews just to start the procedure, medical treatments for 
transsexuals can easily run into 5 figures.  And that's not including 
optional surgeries like breast implants or body sculpting.  My 
medication costs slightly over 8 thousand.  Just by charging 10 to 15 
thousand, we can give a body more feminine than even the most 
expensive surgery for a fraction the cost, and still make a nice 
profit."

"Okay, I'm definitely intrigued."

"So now we get some sleep.  Tomorrow we go out on the town."

"I'd rather not."

"But that's the point of this weekend, Brighton.  You have to go 
through this to really understand what I and others went through for 
a lifetime, so you can know just how much of a boon this really is. 
And even with this you still won't have a full idea of what we really 
go through.  You know that on Monday, this is all over.  For a 
transsexual, this may be something that they have no idea what it is, 
much less when it'll be over.  And once they do discover what it is, 
it becomes a long, drawn out process lasting years.  Try to imagine 
that, Brighton.  Try to imagine the discomfort you will experience 
over just one weekend lasting a lifetime.  Then imagine what you 
would pay to correct those problems."

"Okay.  You always were a good arguer, Elaine.  If you hadn't decided 
to go into chemistry, you'd have made a great lawyer."

Elaine feigned indignancy, saying, "Well, there's no need to get 
insulting," but then smiled, showing she understood his words for the 
compliment they were.
-- 
"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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