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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Original (TG) [2/2]
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 05:10:03 -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.

Here's the second part of the original.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

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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Suddenly James found himself getting up on his hands and knees.  As the
Doctor got on her knees behind him, James was inwardly screaming, "No!
Please, no!"  Trouble was, outwardly, he was saying, "Oh, yes.  I need you.
I want you.  Let's do it.  Now!"  And the Doctor obliged his outward voice
by slowly pressing her hard dick into his ass.  Once she was all the way in,
James started moving himself back and forth on her dick.  They started
slowly at first, but quickly built to a blurring pace, James eventually
getting the doctor to spray deep in his ass.  After she was finished, James
returned to his languid pose reclining on the table.

The Doctor went and got her panties and put them back on, remaining silent,
leaving James to wonder if she was through with him.  After she was dressed,
she pressed a button, and James heard a buzzer go off in a back room.
Shortly, a man walked into the room.  He was around 6'4" and built like a
brick wall.  The Doctor asked him, "Well, what do you think of her?"

"Does she have that... special extra?"

"Why don't you check the little fuckslut out?"  At the word fuckslut, James
got on his back and wriggled down until his ass was at the edge of the
table, causing his skirt to rise up, exposing him to the man, who got a
gleam of lust in his eye as soon as he saw James' dick.

James then looked up at the man and said, "Oh, yes.  I need you.  I want
you.  Let's do it.  Now!"

The man smiled what could only be considered an evil smile and walked over
between James legs.  He grabbed the back of James' legs, doubled James over
and slammed his dick into James' ass.  As he reached around and started
pawing James' tits (and that was a nice way of putting it), James wanted to
scream.  Because even though the Doctor had made no effort to give James any
pleasure, neither had she made any effort to hurt him.  This man seemed to
get off on being as rough as possible, both in the way he raped James and in
the way he mauled James' sensitive breasts.

Trouble was, thanks to those implanted commands, not only was James not
protesting, he was actually moaning and begging for more.  James defense,
his only defense, was to let go and let the implanted circuitry take over.
In essence, to become Tracie.  And, perhaps luckily, Tracie was an expert
fuck.  The way she moved her hips and squeezed her ass, the way she arched
her back, shoving her tits into the man's hands, were all designed to get
him to spray as quickly as possible.  Which he quickly was doing.  After the
man finished, he pulled out and left, telling the Doctor on the way out,
"She certainly is a hot little whore."  Leaving James to crawl back and
resume his sexy pose after smoothing his skirt.

After the man left, the Doctor walked around and stood behind James.  Soon,
another man walked in.  This man was taller than the first, but much thinner
in comparison.  The Doctor leaned over and whispered, "fuckslut" into James'
ear.  Suddenly James knew that this man had no idea that the girl on the
table was anything other than a full woman, and both he and "Tracie" were
determined that the man would never find out.

"Tracie" got up from the table and walked over to the man.  He turned around
and pressed his ass against the man's crotch and started rubbing, saying,
"Oh, yes.  I need you.  I want you.  Let's do it.  Now!"  The man, not
knowing that James was anything other than he seemed, quickly got aroused.
He reached around and took one of James' tits in his hand, he attempted to
slide the other hand to James' crotch, but James took the man's hand and
slid it up to his other tit.  James then reached back, unzipped the man's
pants and freed his dick.  With a flip of his ass, James flipped his skirt
up, and deftly placed the man's dick at his asshole and started to slide
back.  James then started moving back and forth on the man.  All throughout
the fuck, the man kept trying to slide his hand down to James' crotch,
forcing James to spend much energy trying to keep the man's hands on his
tits, and robbing him of much of his enjoyment (and surprisingly, he was
enjoying it).  Soon the man was spraying deep inside of him.  James pulled
off the man, went over to the table, and resumed his sexy pose.

The Doctor asked the man, "Well, what do you think?"

"She certainly is hot.  But why did she insist on anal sex and not letting
me stroke her cunt?"

"Oh, she's got a little secret."  James heart started beating faster, sure
that the Doctor was going to tell about his being a man.  "It's THAT time of
the month for her."

"Oh.  I got it.  Thanks for letting me help."

The man left the room, and soon a young woman barely out of her teens
entered the room.  The Doctor leaned over and whispered, "Fuckslut" into
James' ear once more.  James flipped onto his back and pulled up his skirt,
exposing himself to the lady.

The woman said, "Cool," and walked over to the table.

As soon as she touched him, James said, "Oh, yes.  I need you.  I want you.
Let's do it.  Now!"  The woman smiled, crawled up on the table, and
straddled James' widened hips, and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing
member.  James moaned as their hips touched.  He wanted to start shoving his
hips up into her, but the commands were still in place and instead, he
slowly stroked her torso and tits.  She moaned and started moving up and
down, and as she moved, James met her motions with his own thrusts of his
hips.  They moved together in perfect harmony, the woman moaning and panting
all the way through.

When she came, she yelled and screamed all the way through, keeping her from
hearing the Doctor whisper the word, "Cum," into James ear, allowing him to
spray his seed into her belly.

After they came together, the woman rolled off of James, thanked the Doctor
and left the room.  James wondered what else the Doctor had in store for
him, when she said, "Release."  Once more, James was completely in control
of his own body.

He stood up, got his panties and put them on.  "Thanks for letting me be
with that woman."

"I didn't do it for your pleasure.  I did it to give you a lesson in how to
treat a lady.  How properly to make love to a woman.  In fact, all of your
fucks today were to teach you lessons."

"Really?  What lesson could getting fucked by you teach me?"

"You learned what it is to be treated like you were nothing more than a
sexual toy for another's amusement."

"And getting fucked by the bruiser?"

"You learned how uncomfortable being fucked by most men  really is."

"What's that supposed to mean?  I don't treat women like that."

"Oh, really?  Tell me, have you ever climbed on top of a woman and just
started banging into her?"  James was silent, knowing that he had.  "Oh, I
admit, the "bruiser" was extreme and unkind in his approach to sex, but
sometimes that's the best way to get a lesson across."

"And the second man?  The one who didn't know I was a man?"

"You learned what it was to desire a man more than anything, but at the same
time, afraid to reveal all that you were to him because of a dark secret you
had."

James gave her a confused look.  "What value does that have?  Don't tell me
that you wanted me more than anything."

The Doctor smiled, walked to a drawer and got out a box.  She handed it to
James, saying, "Inside is the reversal agent.  Take it home and inject
yourself in the same place I did.  You'll get sleepy and pass out for a
couple hours.  When you wake, you'll be back to normal."

James grabbed the box, quickly said, "Thanks," and ran from the room.  He
got into the car and drove home.  Upstairs, he got naked, injected himself,
and lay on the bed.  Soon, he was asleep.

When he woke up, he checked the clock.  It was two hours later.  He checked
his body, which was now back to normal (truth be told, not having tits
anymore gave him a slightly weird feeling).  He checked his dresser and
closet.  All his old clothes were back.  Inside some boxes in the closet
were all the female clothes and accouterments that had been given to him.
"Oh, well, I suppose the Doctor didn't want those back."

James decided he didn't want to waste his return to manhood and got dressed
for a night out.  When he went outside, his old car was back.  James drove
to the section of town with the bars, found the nearest one with topless
dancers and went inside.  He spent a while watching, but found it a
strangely hollow experience.  After drinking his two drink minimum, he left
and started cruising the area.

Unsurprisingly, the hookers were out in force, and James decided to pick one
up.  Finding the prettiest one he could, James quickly agreed to her price
(James was a wealthy man, not in the Doctor's league, but definitely not
hurting for money) and drove to a secluded area of town.  He got into the
passenger's seat, and the hooker climbed on his lap.  As they started to go
at it, James found a side effect from his time as Tracie.  Something that,
for his current purposes, was almost a curse.  The empathy that the Doctor
had instilled in him was still there.  And James knew, really KNEW, that the
hooker, despite her moaning and vocalizations, was getting nothing out of
the sex they were having.

Oh, it was nothing James hadn't suspected before.  You can't have sex with
dozens of different guys a week and not become jaded.  But there was a real
difference between suspecting and KNOWING.  And James just couldn't get into
it knowing that his partner wasn't excited.  In response, James decided to
try something.  He reached inside himself and found Tracie, that part of him
that was feminine, that part of him which was the empathic sensitive lover,
and let her take over.

The hooker was surprised when James grabbed her hips and stopped her from
moving, at first thinking that James was about to get a little rough with
her.  But then James started moving her slowly on top of him.  She was even
more surprised when his hands started roaming her body, softly massaging her
in all the places she really liked, and despite herself, she actually
started enjoying the sex.  Soon, they were cumming together, James knowing
it was real.  When James went to pay her, he had to insist that she take his
money (he insisted because he could sense her fear of her pimp) and then
drove her back to her corner, then went home and went to sleep.

When he woke in the morning, he sat up and thought for a while.  James had
definitely changed last night.  There was no longer any James or Tracie.  He
was now something different.  He was a man totally in touch with his
feminine side.  He was now James/Tracie.  Problem was, he wanted his
feminine body back.  Not full time.  Just for a few hours out of each day.

Just as he decided to go back to the Doctor to see what she could do for
him, he felt a tingling in his body.  He closed his eyes and tried to locate
the source.  He found the source in the same section of his mind where he
had found Tracie.  He grabbed the tingling and pulled it forth.  He felt the
weight in his body change shape and position, and when he opened his eyes,
he saw those familiar DD's hanging from his chest again!

James was ecstatic.  Then he tried to change back.  It took a little while,
but he finally got it.  James was doubly ecstatic.  He spent a few minutes
switching back and forth between the two forms till he could do it
effortlessly, then went and took a shower in female form (the play of water
across his breasts was definitely more fun than the water across his chest).
  When he got finished and was drying off, he heard someone come in the front
door.  "Strange," he thought, "who could that be?"  He looked in the mirror,
through the bedroom door and saw Samantha, his ex-girlfriend who he had so
recently dumped.

As guilt wracked his body, he was about to change back to his manly form,
when Sam said something that piqued his curiosity.  "Oh, Tracie," she called
out, "are you there?"

"How did she know about Tracie?" he thought.  He stepped to the door and
said, "Right here."

Samantha looked at him, smiled, and said, "Bed."  James felt the tug of the
command, but this time there was no urgency, no overwhelming force
compelling obedience.  He could have easily resisted, but decided to play
along.  He ran to the bed, climbed in, and struck his sexy pose.  Samantha
followed him in.  "I suppose you're wondering why you're Tracie again?  I
suppose you figured that Mistress Elaine, the Doctor, gave you what turned
out to be a temporary reversal agent."  Actually, since he could now control
the transformation, James had figured nothing of the sort.  "Well, your
transformation was my idea."

"Why?"

"That's strange.  Mistress Elaine informed me you wouldn't be able to speak
under the "Bed" command."  James cringed inwardly.  He had forgotten that.
"But I'll answer your question with a little demonstration."  Samantha
lifted her skirt and slip and pulled down her panties, releasing a huge dick
to the open air.

James was stunned and speechless.  Then he remembered what the Doctor had
told him about making it with the man who didn't know about his dick, "You
learned what it was to desire a man more than anything, but at the same
time, afraid to reveal all that you were to him because of a dark secret you
had."  He then realized that she had been talking about Samantha.

"So," he said figuring it was safe to talk since it was already out of the
bag, "that's why you never let me have sex with you."

Samantha started undressing.  "Yes, I knew you'd never accept who I was.
Not with all your silly macho posturing.  You have no idea how much I wanted
to accept every time you suggested sex.  Then when you broke it off with me,
I ran home and cried myself to sleep.  The next day I called Mistress Elaine
and arranged for your transformation.  And I have to say, it cost me a
pretty penny."

"Are you... Is your body Mistress Elaine's work?"

Samantha shed the last of her clothes and stood before him naked.  "Yes, it
is.  Do you like it?  Tell me the truth."

"Very much," James told her honestly.  "Is the dick natural or did she make
it larger?"

Sam started stroking her dick.  "Well, that was an accident.  Her compounds
couldn't remove the dick, so I went and got an operation to get rid of it."

"So what happened?"

"It grew back larger."

"Wow."

"Yeah.  I went to Mistress Elaine and she tried to develop some compounds to
get rid of it, but every time it went away for only a few days, then grew
back larger.  Now..."  Sam stood there with her dick at full hardness.
James guessed it was about 12", almost twice the size as his own 7".
"Fuckslut."

James felt the command start to work and he went with it.  He rolled onto
his back, knowing that Sam was about to straddle his hips and stuff his dick
up her ass.  And James was disappointed.  He wanted Sam inside him, whether
in his ass or mouth, he didn't care.  Then she performed as expected, laying
across him, their tits rubbing sensuously.  James let his hands do what they
had been designed for and stroked her body in all the right spots, and soon
she was coming violently, her cock spraying all over his belly and chest.

She lay there for a few seconds, and then said, "fuckslut" again.  This time
James knew she wanted to fuck him, and he allowed his legs to part.  As she
crawled between them she said, "I wish you'd accept me as James.  As it is,
the only way you'll be James again is to please me.  I can change you back
anytime I want."

James decided to give her a treat and changed himself to James in front of
her.  "So can I."  Suddenly James felt the terror leap from her, and had to
wrap his legs around her to keep her from running from the room.  She
started screaming and ranting and James understood.  She thought that he had
broken the commands and his feminine side to pieces and now was going to
punish her for what she did to him.  "Samantha."  When she didn't calm down,
he yelled, "Samantha!"  She froze in place, still terrified.  He used his
legs to pull her closer to him, took her face in his hands, and kissed her
softly and tenderly.  As he did he felt her fear change to confusion.  He
took her dick in hand, and placed it at his asshole, saying, "It's okay."

Samantha gave him a confused look, but slowly started pressing into him.
James smiled and moaned as Sam slowly pressed into him.  They started moving
together, Sam really getting into it as James stroked her body.  Faster and
faster they moved until Sam was spraying into James' ass and James was
spraying onto his stomach.

Sam collapsed on top of him.  James then held her, stroking her back.  She
looked up at him, and searched for words, but could only say, "How?"

"The transformation?"

"Uh-huh, Mistress Elaine said that only she or I would be able to initiate
the transformation."

James shrugged.  "All I know is that since this morning, I've been able to
control the whole thing.  I can be Tracie," James shifted into his female
form, "or James," then shifted back, "at will."

"And you don't have a problem with being Tracie?"

"Problem?  Hell, no.  In fact, if I hadn't gotten this ability, I was going
to go back to Mistress Elaine and see if she could do this for me."

"Really?  After she, well, used you yesterday?"

"Yesterday?  It feels like a lifetime ago.  But I've got to admit, the
lessons she taught me were lessons well learned, to say nothing of well
needed."

"Amazing."

"Now I've got a question for you."

"Why did I transform you?"

"No.  Will you marry me?"

Samantha was shocked.  "I...  I don't know what to say.  Why marriage?"

James laughed.  "Sam, thanks to you and Mistress Elaine, I am now part
female.  I would be hard pressed to find a woman who A, loves me, B, can
service me like a lady, C, can understand my need to be serviced like a
lady, and D, won't be freaked by my changing into a woman.  So, how about
it?"

"Let me think about it."

"Why?  Don't tell me you're not interested."

"James, a man should give a woman time to ponder her answers."

James smiled and shifted into his female form.  "How about you tell your
girlfriend?"

"You're incorrigible.  Give me some time to think about it."

James pulled her close and kissed her.  "Let me give you something else to
think about."  James flipped her onto her back and kissed her.  Then he
slowly kissed his way down her body, his tits dragging across her frame.  He
then started kissing her dick lightly, placing kisses all over it until it
was as hard as a rock.  Then he slowly sucked her dick into his mouth.  He
started going up and down on her, using his tongue to carefully stroke every
inch that he could get into his mouth (about 9" worth).

Samantha moaned and started pumping her hips into his mouth.  As she got
close, as she got to just before cumming, James slowed down, controlling his
tongue and mouth so as to keep her right on the verge of cumming.  After a
few seconds of that, she begged, "Bring me off.  Bring me off, please."

James pulled off of Sam, kept her hard with his fingers, and asked, "Are you
going to marry me?"

"Uh.  That's unfair!"

James smiled and went back to keeping her on the edge of cumming.  Finally,
she screamed, "Yes!  Yes, I'll marry you!" and James finished her off,
getting her to spray deeply into his mouth.

James crawled back up and lay beside her.  She slapped his tits, and said,
"Bum!  That wasn't fair."

"If you really don't want to marry me, I'll understand."

"No.  I knew from the moment you asked, I was going to say yes."  James
kissed her lightly then giggled.  "What?  What's so funny?"

"Well, in our marriage, officially at least, I'm the guy and you're the
girl, but you've got the bigger dick, and when I'm in girl form, I've got
the bigger tits.  Kind of ironic, huh?"

Sam giggled.  "Very."

James laughed again, and said, "You realize we're going to have to get a new
place."

"Why?  I can just move in here."

"Are you kidding?  After I get my dresses unpacked, you're not going to have
any closet space at all."  They laughed together and kissed.

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

EIGHT MONTHS LATER AT THEIR WEDDING...

James and Samantha had a beautiful wedding and reception in the very ball
room where they had met.  The only downside was James' father.  At the
reception, James realized why he had been such an ass.  He remembered how
his father had treated his mother.

He remembered the late nights hearing her crying next door.  He remembered
his father coming home, telling his mother about how he had just made it
with the hot secretary at the office, telling her that she should be happy,
that any man should be allowed to make it with as many women as he could.
He remembered abuse after abuse heaped on his mother until she became a
shell of her former self.  He remembered the promises made by a little boy
who couldn't understand why his father would so want to hurt his mother; a
promise to never be like him; a promise that, unfortunately, wasn't wholly
successful.

After one incident of having to listen to his father tell Samantha that she
should now give up her job so that she could be a proper little wife, James
went looking for one of their guests, finally finding Mistress Elaine
talking to, of all people, his father.  As he approached, his father walked
away.  Mistress Elaine told him, "Your father just said some... interesting
things."

James pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "What did he say?"

"When he noticed I wasn't wearing a ring, he asked what I did for a living.
When I told him I was a Biochemist, his exact words were, 'Y'know, if you'd
learn to make a good cup of coffee rather than play with a bunch of strange
chemicals, I'm sure you'd land a man in no time.'  I personally take offense
at that."

"I can imagine."

"I'll have you know, I make a great cup of coffee."

James stared for a few seconds and then laughed.  "I'm glad to see you
didn't take him too personally."

Elaine shook her head.  "I've seen too many of his kind to be fazed by
anything he might say or do.  In fact, most of my "special clients" are of
his ilk."

"Which brings me to the reason why I sought you out."

"Oh?"

"For the last eight months you've been asking if I'd be willing to let you
study me to see if you could duplicate whatever it is that lets me control
my transformation."

"Yes.  And you've kept saying no because you don't want to risk screwing
whatever that is up."

"How'd you like a crack at me?"

"In return for?"

"Taking my father on as one of your "special clients"."

Elaine thought about it for a few seconds and said, "I'll still need you to
cover the costs of production.  But, I'll tell you what.  I've got some new
stuff I want to try.  Unless you have some objections, I'll use those and
split the costs."

"Agreed."

"Don't agree yet.  You haven't heard how much you're going to have to pay."

"How much could it be?"

"James, those transformative compounds are a combination of artificially
engineered compounds mixed with rare natural plants that cannot be
artificially produced and have to be shipped in from deep inside the Amazon
basin.  And those plants are so rare that mass production isn't even a
possibility.  You're looking at around $5,000 a dose, minimum."

"Well, you only needed one with me.  Why would dad be any different?"

"James, you had one dose before you even woke up as a preparative agent, one
to start the transformation, one to finalize it, and that's not even
including the chemicals on your lingerie that put a temporary halt to the
transformation."

"So how many for dad?"

"Four...  maybe five."

"So that's $12,500 after being split two ways.  Still not too much.  It's a
deal."

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

AT THE BALLROOM RENTED FOR THE RECEPTION, AFTER THE RECEPTION ITSELF...

After all the guests had gone, Samantha waited in her wedding dress, this
time knowing exactly what would happen.  She waited and James came in, still
dressed in his tux.  He walked up to her, offered his hand, and asked, "May
I have this dance?"

Samantha smiled and took his hand.  He danced with her around the room,
until they got close to an empty table.  He lifted her up on the table,
lifted her dress, pulled down her panties, got between her legs and slowly
fucked her till they came together.  As they held each other afterwards, he
whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Sam looked at him and playfully said, "Prove it."

James smiled, stepped back, closed his eyes, and transformed himself into
Tracie.  His hips widened, his waist shrunk, and his breasts grew until they
ripped his shirt open.  He helped Sam down from the table, took off his
pants, and took her place there.  She stepped between his legs, lifted her
dress and fucked him till they came together.

As they held each other, Sam saw a mirror on one side of the room.  In it
she saw an image of Andros, her first lover, now long dead from AIDS.  He
brought two fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss.  He mouthed the word,
"Goodbye," and started to fade from view.

Sam mouthed a goodbye in reply and snuggled into James's shoulder, knowing
that, although she had loved Andros, she was with the true love of her life.

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

ONE MONTH LATER...

Jack Smith, James' father, was jogging through the park one day when two men
jumped him.  Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed working out,
but these men clearly knew what they were doing and Jack was unconscious
before he knew what was happening...

"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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