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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry 4 - The Funeral (TG) [7/8]
Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 01:10:10 -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 7.

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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LATER THAT DAY...

James was sitting with Elspeth, Elizabeth, and Susan in the living 
room when he felt Sam tug at his mind.  He told them, "I'm feeling a 
little rundown.  I'm going to go take a nap.  If something comes up, 
come get me."

Susan replied, "Will do."

James went up to his room and entered his meditative trance.  He 
quickly found himself inside the door of the house where Sam was 
"living" with her "wife".  As he shifted into Tracie, he was briefly 
struck with the lack of originality these people had.  It was the 
same scene as before, with the same plot.  Sam was already fondling 
the woman.  Tracie could tell that Sam was angry, since she wasn't 
being as kind or as soft with her touch as Tracie knew she usually 
would be.  Tracie unbuttoned the top of her blouse and stepped up to 
the girl.

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

AT THAT MOMENT, ACROSS TOWN...

Dell and Janine sat in his car, waiting for the man he had spent the 
last few hours tracking down.  It hadn't been real hard, but it had 
been a bit of work.  Doctor Bill Elliott had dropped out of public 
practice at about the same time Sam had disappeared to undergo her 
change to womanhood.  Despite that, Bill Elliott was still doing 
fairly well for himself.

Dell had checked around a bit and found out that the "good" doctor 
was making his money through rather unscrupulous ways.  He was hiring 
himself out as a "perversion deprogrammer".  Rich parents whose 
children turned out to be "less than socially acceptable" (mostly 
homosexuals, but also the transgendered) would hire him to 
"deprogram" (i.e. brainwash) their children from their perverse ways.

They were now outside a mansion where the doctor had parked his van 
before going in with a couple men.  To pass the time, Dell asked, "So 
how did you meet Sam?"

"I was working for Mistress Elaine when Sam came to the mansion."

"It's hard to believe one person could inspire such loyalty."

"Who?  Mistress Elaine or Samantha?"

"I was thinking of Elaine, but I suppose either could apply."

"As far as Mistress Elaine goes, she is mistress of the house, but 
she cares more about any member of her staff than most of the rich do 
about their entire staff.  She helped us all deal with some rough 
times in our lives.  We love her and have devoted our lives to her, 
because she has done the same for us."

"And Sam?  Why are you so devoted to her?"

"Sam has always been something special: kind, generous, 
compassionate.  But she really earned our love when she helped 
Mistress with a scientific problem that was plaguing us all.  I can't 
go into much more detail without betraying confidences."

"So what did Elaine give to you?"

Janine thought for a while, then said, "She brought me true love.  I 
was a corporate spy.  Originally I broke in to steal some of her 
scientific secrets.  She caught me and used some new stuff of hers to 
trap me into working for her.  While there, I grew to love her and 
all the girls working for her," Janine got a small, tragic smile, 
"one girl in particular."

When Janine didn't go on, Dell asked, "So what happened to her?"

"When I failed to return with anything, the people who hired me hired 
someone else.  He broke in, took Lita hostage, then stabbed her as a 
distraction to cover his getaway.  She survived, but the blow robbed 
her of the use of her legs, some of it permanently.  Lita hated being 
reliant on others, and, feeling herself a burden, ran away."

"Not to be too nosy, but judging from the sound of it, you never found her?"

"Not yet, but one day we will be reunited.  I believe that with all 
my heart and soul."  Seeing the man they were chasing come out of the 
house he had entered (and glad for the distraction), Janine said, 
"Subject in view."

Becoming all business, the two watched as the doctor, followed by his 
thugs carrying an unconscious girl.  They piled the girl in the back 
of the van and drove away.  Dell and Janine followed, staying at a 
safe distance until they got to a house on the outskirts of the main 
part of town.  They got out some binoculars and watched as they 
unloaded the girl and took her inside.

After they went inside, Janine said, "This is the place.  It's got 
way too much security for just another house in the 'burbs."

Dell nodded, having seen much of the same security Janine had: a 
steel door inside the main door, high tech sensors and steel bars on 
the windows, and cameras all over the place.  "So now someone's got 
to stay here to watch them while the other goes back to inform the 
others."

Janine said, "You're already behind the wheel," while she made sure 
she had her cell phone, binoculars, and gun.  She stepped out of the 
car.  "Get back here as fast as you can."

Dell nodded and drove back to the Nevada house.  Amanda and Kate were 
waiting on the porch when he drove up.  As soon as he got out, he 
told them, "We think we've got good news.  Let's get everybody 
together."

Amanda told Kate, "I'll get James; you get everyone else."  They went 
inside, Amanda heading straight upstairs.

Kate started getting people together, finding Susan and Elaine first. 
After telling them what Dell had said, Susan said, "I'll go get 
James."

"No need.  Amanda went up to get him."

Kate wondered what was up when they looked at each other and said, 
"Uh-oh."  Before she could ask them what they meant, she heard Amanda 
scream.

They immediately ran upstairs, finding Amanda in the hallway outside 
James's room.  She was pointing into his room, babbling, "There was a 
woman, and she changed, and she was... and then he was..."

James, naked from the waist up, stepped into the door.  "Calm down, Amanda."

The others came running up the hall.  Kate shook Amanda, asking, 
"What's wrong with you?"

She blurted out, "He was a girl!"

Kate stared at her like she was loony.  James turned to Mistress 
Elaine and asked, "Mind if I explain?"

Elaine replied, "They are family.  I think we can trust them."

"The fact is, Amanda isn't far wrong although her statement is 
somewhat simplistic.  Without going into a lot of unnecessary detail, 
about two-thirds of a year before Sam and I were married, we had a 
terrible fight.  Sam went to Mistress Elaine and she used her mastery 
of biochemistry to teach me a lesson in femininity, giving me the 
ability to transform from my normal form to," James concentrated and 
shifted into Tracie, "this."  Sam's family stood in slack-jawed 
amazement.  In his softer, more womanly voice, Tracie said, "This 
brought Sam and me closer together, and I proposed shortly after Sam 
told me what she did."

Dell asked, "But why were you shifted just now?"

"Remember I told you about my empathy?  That empathy allows me to 
unite with Sam when they attempt their brainwashing.  But they can 
see me and would punish Sam even more if I came to her as a male, so 
I have to shift into Tracie."

"Can she tell you where she is?"

"No, they keep her drugged when she's not plugged into their machines."

"Damn.  I was hoping for some verification.  It turns out Sam's old 
therapist is involved in the quote-curing of deviants-unquote.  Of 
course, what he's really doing is kidnapping and brainwashing his 
'patients', mostly young teens, mostly homosexuals, but also the 
transgendered, as well as any form of fetishist.  I don't know that 
Sam is at his place, but it definitely bears further investigation."

"Where is she?"

"IF she's there, she's in a house at the edge of town.  But I'd like 
some independent proof before we go barging in."

"So how do we get that proof?"

"I was thinking of getting someone inside by having them pretend that 
they wanted to hire the doctor to 'cure' their child of 
homosexuality.  Once we get inside, we poke around a bit to see if 
Sam is there."

"I'll do that."

"James, they know you."

"They know James; they don't know," Tracie waved her hands down her 
body, "Tracie.  I'm the best stranger you can get on short notice."

"You've got a point.  Have you got something to wear?  You're kind of 
hanging out right now."

"Actually no.  Sam and I didn't figure Tracie would get much public 
time, so all I packed were a couple nightgowns and some bras and 
panties."

Linda said, "That's okay.  I know Tracie's measurements.  We're not 
going to be able to do anything before tomorrow morning, so I can 
dash on down to a store and get you a dress to wear."

Dell said, "I'll contact some people to set up the meeting with 
Doctor Elliott.  We'll aim for tomorrow afternoon, but we can't seem 
too eager to do this."

Tracie nodded, knowing Dell was right, despite her desire to storm 
the walls of this house to get Sam back, no matter what the chance 
was that Sam wasn't there.

Elaine asked, "Was this what you wanted to talk to us about?"

"Yeah, it was.  I'll make my calls, then get back to support Janine. 
I'll call you as soon as things get set up."

As the group separated, Tracie went over to Amanda.  "You seem more 
than a little freaked."

Almost in a shocked state, she said, "A week ago my life was normal. 
Now I feel like I've walked into the middle of a science fiction 
novel."

"Believe me, I know how that feels.  Mistress Elaine has created some 
pretty fantastic things.  The only reason I'm not more freaked is 
because I'm a living example of one of her most fantastic creations."

"Thinking of which," Amanda waved at Tracie's chest, "you want to put 
something on?"

Tracie shrugged.  "If you insist."  She returned to her room and 
started digging in her suitcase, getting out a bra she had put at the 
bottom.

As she strapped it on, Amanda asked, "So how does Sam like it, having 
a husband who's a part-time woman?"

"She loves it.  She is bisexual."

Amanda sighed.  "One more thing I didn't know about my littlest sibling."

"What's wrong?"

"I love Sam, and I thought I knew 'him', but it turns out that Sam's 
not even a he.  And this doctor...  I was the one who found him!  I 
can't help but feel this is my fault."

Amanda started to shake, and Tracie ran over and hugged her.  After 
Amanda calmed down, Tracie asked, "Going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good.  Amanda, you may have made a mistake by finding this 
particular man, but you were trying to help.  As long as you keep 
trying to do your best by Sam, things will work out."

"Thank you, James."

"When I'm like this, call me Tracie.  It's a little confusing at 
first, but you will get used to it."

"Okay, Tracie, I'll try."

"Good.  So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Straight, bi, or lez?"

"Isn't that a little personal?"

"Of course it is, but I'm your nosy sister-in-law, so 'fess up."

Amanda thought about it before saying, "Straight but curious.  Why? 
You want to take me to bed?"

Tracie could tell that Amanda was joking, but surprised her by 
saying, "If you're willing to get in bed with Sam and me, then we'll 
ask Sam when we get her back."

Amanda just stared at Tracie, not sure if she was kidding or not. 
Finally, she said, "Being around you guys is going to take some 
getting used to.  You going to put on a shirt?"

"I told you, didn't bring any."

"You've got plenty of guy shirts.  Why not put on one of those?"

"I'm a little too, uh, well developed to fit into my guy stuff 
comfortably.  Besides, I'm a bit of a clothes horse.  James's clothes 
are nice, but definitely not tailored to my current form."

Amanda considered Tracie.  "You're a little taller and bustier than I 
am, but I think some of my clothes may fit you."

"Got a skirt and blouse?  Better yet, a dress?"

"Let's check."

As they walked down the hall to Amanda's room, she shook her head. 
Tracie asked, "What is it?"

"I just realized, I'm lending my clothes to my transsexual sister's 
husband-wife.  And the weird part is, it doesn't seem all that 
strange anymore."  Tracie just laughed.

Downstairs, Dell finished with his calls, then turned to Elaine. 
"Miss Elaine, could I ask you something?"

"Sure, and, please, call me Elaine."

"Not Mistress Elaine?"

Elaine smiled.  "That's just what my friends and staff call me.  I've 
given them permission to be more familiar, but they say it just 
doesn't seem right.  I've got to admit I do get a kick out of it. 
But what's your question?"

"I was wondering, could you do for me what you did for James?  Give 
me the ability to shift back and forth between male and female?"

Elaine shook her head.  "Sorry, I've shelved that project indefinitely."

"Why?  Seems to work pretty well."

"Truth is, James was never supposed to be able to control his 
changes.  It was supposed to be a punishment that Sam or I could 
control.  Somewhere along the way though, James managed to learn to 
control it, but, for the life of me, I can't figure out how he does 
it.  And since the results are something I didn't predict and can't 
reproduce, I have to shelve it."

"A live subject willing to undergo the process should be a help."

"Why?"

"Two reasons.  One, I've always had a fantasy of being a part-time 
woman.  And two, being able to shift forms would be a real help in my 
job."

"I'll think about it.  I don't have the stuff here anyways.  What 
about getting in to see this doctor?"

"My man'll call back when he's made the deal."

"Good."

"She really means a lot to you, doesn't she?"

"She's my friend and... semi-technical daughter-in-law."

"Semi-technical daughter-in-law?"

"James's mother and I have formed a permanent relationship.  Although 
it's not official, I consider her my wife which makes James my 
unofficial stepson and Sam my stepdaughter-in-law."

"You're an incredible woman, Elaine."

************
-- 
"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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