Message-ID: <911eli$9705252217@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "Jeff Rose" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: RP: TG New U ch 1 This is the first time I've written a transformation story and it looks to be a long one. these early chapters set up the characters and have _no_ sex in them. I've yet to decide just how much of a role it is going to play in the actual story. So if you're looking for something to masturbate to, you'll likely be disappointed. If there is a more appropriate newsgroup, for this piece (even if you think it's the trash can) let me know. Obviously, the characters and situations presented are fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Please feel free to post or archive with notification. Otherwise, this work should be considered copyright 1997 Jeffrey S. Rose and no part should be published in printed form except for review/critical analysis, or offered for sale without consent of the author. -- Jeffrey S Rose (jsrose@ix.netcom.com) "Lineage, social status; why should these things matter so much? That's how grown-ups are. If that's so, I'd be happier as a child, never growing up." - Washuu (Tenchi-Muyo!, OAV#8, Hello Baby) "All humans, without exception, want love. No organic or emotional, or psychological damage can remove that need. Humans can survive, albeit in pain, without being loved - but lock a man in a dungeon and he will find an ant to love, or try to. The sociopath, who feels no emotions, wishes he could love, and is driven mad by his impotence." - Michael Finn "Callahan's Secret New U: Ch.1, The Job Interview, by Jeff Rose 1997 "You did what!?", I cracked at the three women arrayed before me. I say cracked because, well ... Let me back up a bit. My name ... I'm ... How do I explain this? James (Jamie to his friends) McGowan was pursuing his least favorite pastime after joining the ranks of the unemployed: Reading the want ads. General handyman needed. Should have working knowledge in Landscaping, Carpentry, Electrical wiring & PC's/Home Electronics. Live-in. Salary/Benefits negotiable. Call: 555-3510 Well 30 yr. Old Jamie had been a dilettante all his life. Between his parents love of home improvements and his own varied work history, as long as whoever wasn't looking for a expert in all those areas he might have found something. He called the number listed in the paper and after taking down some odd instructions (One of which was to draw up a diagram showing the wiring layout for a proposed entertainment system) he found himself with an appointment three days hence, to meet with the owners of an of plantation house out on Rt.40. "So what makes you think you have the qualifications to upgrade and maintain this place?" Jamie thought the interview had been traveling somewhat widely when that question popped out of Bethany Williams' mouth. Her green eyes danced mischievously, as if she hoped my tour of the house and it's co-owners would make me feel I had already gotten the "Handyman" position. "Well I've worked in practically every area that will need renovation or refurbishing and I know a good electrician who can handle some of the rewiring that will be needed in the utilities area.The big question is why you don't hire a Major Domo to just handle contracting everything out? With the amount of work you're looking at, he or she (Never forget a woman can be just as skilled as you are while in an interview. -Jamie' Guide to Job searching #12) won't be able to do it all alone anyway.", Jamie replied. He was proud of the fact he managed to remind his prospective employer that he was a 'Jack of all trades' while minimizing the 'Master of none' part of the title. Implying that the job title was inadequate might border on the impudent, but it also spoke of the fact he was quite aware of what the ongoing responsibilities would be. Besides, Beth had pulled a cheap trick. As Bethany cocked an acknowledging eyebrow that had Jamie wondering if I might have over stepped my bounds and prepared another volley, Anne Howe walked in with some drinks. " We know that you will have to contract out some of the landscaping and wiring, but we'd like to minimize the number of people running through the house.", she said passing Beth a Grolsh. "Are you sure you wouldn't like a beer? Anne asked as she handed Jamie a black coffee. "Thank you, but they tend to make my brain soggy and besides", Jamie patted the slight bulge in his middle, "as much as I like the things, I have enough trouble presenting the image of a trim go-getter." Jamie smiled sadly at this last self derogatory comment. While he was not a drunk, he was very fond of good beer and at 30, he had no illusions about his looks. At 5"10 1/2' in stocking feet and 200 lbs. his large frame could not hide the fact that he preferred sitting in front of the tube watching anime or playing a video game to jogging around the block. The thick sandy blonde hair of his youth had darkened a bit and partially migrated. Dressed as he was, he looked like a tenured Prof who didn't realize he was just a shade to old to be hip. Just as Jamie became aware of the lapse in the conversation, the third co-owner of the house chose that moment to make herself known, "Well I don't know about you girls, but the boy knows his way around a sound system.", Chris Anderson said tossing the schemes Jamie had drawn up per their phone call."Little pricy though." she added. Jamie pulled aother set of drawings from the portfolio he had brought with him. "Quality costs and you did ask for off the shelf components."Jamie reminded the small seemingly oriental woman who had managed to snatch Beth's beer, then wink inspiratorially at Anne who grinned slightly as Beth tried not to look irked and got up to retrieve another Grolsh.,"Given a little time to browse Baynesville Electronics, a soldering iron and some time in that workshop of yours and I think this one switch box could save considerable confusion, not to mention close to one hundred bucks in extra cables and boxes." Jamie smiled as Chris' face took on a engrossed look that technophiles everywhere get when looking over a new set of specs. As she read the papers in her left hand, Beth noticed the Grolsh dangling in Chris' right and calmly accepted her beer back. The plans detailed an A/V. switch box that would plug into the amplifier from her original request. The nice part was that it included support not only for the S-Video cables running from her VCR and laserdisc player but, would accommodate the straight A/V. cables from her camcorder and video games. It even had a built in RF modulator for her vintage Atari, Colecovision, Master System and Intellivision games. The whole thing could be cross patched on the fly and subsequently fed into her editing deck, to then be sent to another VCR for recording. "The date on these plans.."Chris started. "I collected all the old game systems my parents couldn't afford when I was a kid and got fed up with needing three different boxes to route everything. By the way do you happen to have the 'Valis' Hu-Card for the TG-16? I've been looking for one at a reasonable price for years.", Jamie explained with a friendly grin. "Well I'm ready to take him on.", Chris announced and attempted to take a swig from the non-existent bottle in her right hand. Finding it to be missing her dark eyes swivelled quickly to see a grinning Beth wink conspiratorially at Anne who giggled slightly. "Have you given him the low-down on pay and bennies Beth?", Chris asked sweetly while staring at the beer bottle being tilted to Beth's full lips. "Yeah, I covered that and the non-disclosure agreement early on." Anne raised a hand to her two house mates and while her cobalt blue eyes seemed as merry as ever, the rest of her face went into a deadpan that the best poker player in the world would have problems with. "Christine, Bethany, please. No discussion till I hear from you as department heads.", she said in such a businesslike manner that Jamie felt his eyebrows climb involuntarily. "Now then, Beth?" Beth gave Anne a startled look that let Jamie know something was amiss. Not horribly wrong, just that what Anne had requested was a breach of some long standing agreement between the women. "Subject displays very mild manic/depressive tendencies but seems well adjusted to the subsequent mood swings. He also has a mild paranoid streak due to a self esteem problem; probably stemming from an early childhood trauma. Subject's personal life reflects the above noted problems to a tee." Jamie found Anne's soft touch on his forearm as he began to raise up and call a halt to Beth's accusations. It was bad enough that she was hitting fairly close to home, but it was obvious that they had somehow managed to do a complete background check on him in less than three days and he wanted out before she began poking at his lifestyle too closely. But as he glanced over at Anne, sitting next to him, she very slightly shook her head "no" and rubbed his forearm reassuringly. The gentleness of her touch as she the moved the hand down to his and squeezed slightly sent such a thrill of confusion that he lost control of his muscles and slumped back in his chair as Beth continued. "Subject lives alone and while he does have friends, none would consider themselves to be particularly 'close'. The subject on the other hand does not allow others close to him casually. He has shown a loyalty in times of needthat borders on the obsessive. Still, he holds himself at an emotional distance from even these few links he has to the rest of humanity. Although outwardly an extrovert, he acts this role deliberately to guard himself from others. The few intimate relationships he has had have engendered such feelings of despair upon ending that the past 12 years of his life have been spent without a partner of any kind. To escape the pressures of the outside world, the subject has read extensively, with a particular interest in science fiction. Subject also is an avid collector of Japanese Animation and old video game systems. He is politically conservative and while registered republican holds views of a definite libratarian bent. Surprisingly, the subject holds no police record and only a couple of driving citations. His favorite dish is Chicken Tetrazzini and he seems to have a distaste for domestic beer in general and any lite beer in particular. Further details can be found in the report filed in the computer, but to sum it all up, Mr. McGowan here should be completely reliable. Any problems he has are not such that a few hours of therapy wouldn't clear them up. Like most people he just wants to be wanted." As Beth sat down Anne took hold of Jamie's hand again and again there was such a feeling of understanding that he didn't even attempt to open his mouth. He was finding himself feeling very close to this woman who was about his age and despite her trim figure, simply styled short brown hair and blazing cobalt eyes there was nothing sexual about this feeling. He wanted the comfort and ease of being that she generated naturally. He felt he could see all the horror that visited everyone in the world daily, just so long as she was there to tell him with that gentle touch to let it be. He barely took notice when Chris stood to present her report. "Okay now that the tact patrol has throughly disturbed 'The Subject', I'd like to compliment him on the breadth of his experience. Jamie here has sold nd installed telephone and computer systems. He sold electronic and A/V hardware for over five years and was particularly well known amongst his customers for actually taking the time to show and explain all the components necessary to do anything from distributing signal from a single antenna to all the TV/VCRs in the house, to bypassing cable boxes (naughty, naughty), to some really bizarre things that I'm not sure what some of these customers thought they wanted. This, as opposed to simply piling parts on a counter and ringing them up. While in the military Jamie was a Photo/Video equipment specialist. What that means is he was responsible for keeping all the A/V. equipment on the base he was assigned to in working condition. It became a real 'jack-of-all-trades" assignment when the classes moved into building and maintaining darkroom facilities under field conditions. Can anyone say 'carpentry and plumbing skills a must?' Further, I went to his parents' house and conducted their interview personally. (Don't give me that look Anne. It was the only way to see what he could do with a yard. ) Jamie, on the budget your family had to produce that yard alone, your kin should've gone into the landscaping and construction business. I included photos in my report if you'd like to call them up. On the downside, Jamie has never bossed a job this big before, but I'm sure with our organizational help he could pull this off. In short; Ya got my vote kid!" That last remark kicked the analytical side of Jamie's mind back in gear and elicited another confusion in his mind. Chris couldn't be any more than 30 years old herself (and he was willing to push that back to 25) yet all through her "report" she had referred to him as if he was at least a decade her junior. The emotional side, which was still riding the swell of well being generated by Anne, kicked an annoyed foot to the shin of its twin, but lost its balance when Anne withdrew her hand and gathered herself to present her report. t righted itself promptly as she scanned her two house mates and finally settled on Jamie. "Alright ladies, Jamie, normally I would have sent any outsider to another room while we discussed 'house business', but I wanted you to hear what we thought about you in an unadulterated form so you would have a better idea of who we are." Jamie was again put on notice that something about this setup was not right. The little analyst in his head began setting up the equation again. Even considering the "fixer-upper" price the three relatively young women would have paid for this place, the house an land were still worth about $500,000 on the open market. He was applying for a permanent position. The girls were not planning on refurbishing the place and selling it. The market was wrong for the expense and the location wasn't remote enough for most of the few prospective buyers that did exist. Then there was the small add-on building in the rear of the house. Beth had explained they wanted to cover it with a deck that would eventually lead to the pool. When he had requested entry to see what support structures existed to hook into when planning the deck, Beth had curtly told him he could not be allowed into that part of the house until he was hired. Three beautiful women, a secluded mansion with a forbidden room, and the non-disclosure form. Jamie suddenly began to feel like one of the idiots in a Friday the 13th movie who after hearing about the psychopathic killer living in the woods outside the camp, then decides to take a midnight stroll. Anne crossed to the other side of the table and stood behind her partners. Beth passed a paper across the table to Jamie and Anne explained; "We feel you are acceptable for the position of handyman, unlike the other applicants for this spot, you have no real connections to the government or any large corporations, you have the basic skills needed for the task and we like you. That last part is vital as we will all be living together and assisting you as muc as possible. We really don't want any more people wandering about the place than necessary for reasons that will become clear after you sign the form in front of you." Jamie looked over the standardized non-disclosure form that sat in front of him. He had signed several others in the past, except that no reference was explicitly made as to the name of the name of the company. Only "the Corporation" was mentioned. He looked up inquiringly at the three ladies across from him. Beth nodded her head in silent approval. She knew the insatiable curiosity over what was behind closed doors, a typical defense strategy of mild paranoids, would make him need to know what he couldn't know without signing the paper. Chris just smiled at the war going on in Jamie's head between curiosity and caution. And then there was Anne. Although her face maintained the same businesslike expression, her body language was tense. Not in a predatory way, but like a mother, waiting to see if her child would be able to take those few steps from the couch he was propping himself up by, to her arms. There would be pain for her if he failed, or worse, damaged himself in the attempt. Jamie signed the paper. Chris raised a toast as Anne scrambled to wrest a bottle and some shot glasses from the ajoining kitchen. Beth, in her first real show of affection, lightly tousled the thin stuff on top Jamie's head. "To our new employee and roomie!", Chris intoned solemnly. Then waggling her eyebrows and thrusting her hips out;"May he serve us well!" Jamie choked and sputtered as Beth reached over and playfully swatted the back of Chris' head. Anne shot the still giggling Chris a dirty look and said;"Alright, down to business. Jamie, how old would you say we are?" "Hu .. er..Couldn't we start our business relationship on a less troubling basis?" "But you don't understand, our age is our business." "My point exactly." "Let me try, Anne.",Beth said as she sat down next to Jamie. "You know our names;have you ever heard of New U." Jamie thought for a moment. New U Nanotech had finally justified the investment community's faith in biotech companies. About a year ago the three scientists who started New U had invented a new form of nanite that could apply chemotherapy directly to any and all cancer cells in the body. The result was drastically smaller dosages of the caustic drugs and much less damage to the patient. Currently their stock was one of the hottest trading issues on the market. "But isn't New U located on the west coast?" Jamie was trying to remember the photo in the Newsweek article he had read. "Shouldn't you three be quite a bit older, if you weren't kidding me about your names?" "You'd hardly think that Anne here will be 62 in two weeks.",Chris said as she brought in some microwave pizza rolls. "Although I don't think Jamie would be hard pressed to believe Chris, Beth and I were room mates in college.", Anne replied. "C'mon, if you don't want tell me what's going on .." Chris reached over and Beth picked up on it. Jamie found himself being lifted and guided toward the closed section of the house. "The Nanites we used to create the Chemo Delivery System were over ten years old by the time the FDA began allowing testing on human subjects in the US.", Anne said ,coming to the door with the scanner plate installed next to it. "We've come a long way since then but, without approval there's no way to market the stuff in the US." "Not to mention the fact that if you begin producing outside this country you never know who is going to end up with your product. Next thing you know, some mega-corp has reverse engineered thirty years work and 'poof' there go all those lovely investor dollars.", Beth added. Jamie heard three sets of clicks as several rows of bolts automatically slid back after the scan plate read Anne's palm print. "When the FDA announced they were starting final testing on CDS we had to start distancing ourselves from the lb. Then our private lives were being intruded on by idiots and then the press got wind of what we did and things got impossible.",Anne stepped aside and posed like an usher. Beth and Chris escorted Jamie inside. "So we set this place up and decided to drop out of sight till things blew over." "But even getting this built proved to be a major exercise in espionage training. Fortunately we have some very low friends in high places now.", Beth said as she picked up the story."Since the press and competing companies were aware of what we looked like, we had to change our appearance." Jamie was gazing at the facilities that surrounded him. There was a surgical table in the middle of the room and a lot of medical equipment that maybe his sister would've recognized sat on the ample counter space to his right. The left hand side of the room had more counter space with several animal cages fastened to the wall. All were empty. The far end of the room was occupied by an elevator that looked like something out of the "Jupiter 2" from LOST IN SPACE. He was taking all this in as the "girls" continued telling him their story. By making appropriate noises and asking for the occasional clarification their story took shape. It was a typical American success story. Three young women became possessed of an idea an began working on the project as a way to have something that was theirs as opposed to the University , or later their employer's. With Anne supplying her medical knowledge, Beth worked to design the molecule sized machines while Chris cobbled together the equipment needed to create the little goobers. In 1979 they jointly patented the design for a self-replicating molecule and formed New U Nanotech. Now armed with a simple nanite, Beth was forced to find a way to bond the thing to typical Chemotherapy drugs. Meanwhile Anne defined characteristics of various cancer cells and Chris began creating a program that could be molecularly encoded to allow a nanite to identify the various cancers and kamikaz attack then individually. Fortunately by the time they were ready to begin producing the first versions of CDS for experimentation on animals, the investment boom of the 80's was on and the Women (no longer girls) found themselves with funding and in possession a large facility in Silicon Valley. By 1987 they where ready to patent the CDS and submit it to the FDA for approval for human testing. The quartet was now in the lower level of the lab and Chris was proudly showing off the "cooker" as Anne continued the story. "So there we were with happy investors, FDA approval pending, and a fresh contract from Exxon to begin applying Nanotechnology to oil spills and a working CDS. But we were rapidly coming to realize that CDS was a patch at best. It still depended on extemely expensive and unstable compounds to cure cancer. Any cost reduction from the lower amounts of Chemo required was rapidly eaten by the initial cost of nanite production. Worse, the chemo treatments in use are still as unpredictable in their effects. We had managed to deliver the drugs to precisely where needed, but we had as little idea about whether the drugs would work or not as before. That was when we turned our efforts to a much more sophisticated series of nanites." "You see once we create the initial prototype nanite, given a growth medium, it will begin building more of itself immediately."Beth said as she picked up the story. So Chris began programing them to tear apart cancer cells directly and use the materials to build more nanites. The really nice part being that the nanites continue to live in the host. Any relapse is effectively halted as the first cancer cells manifest." "But that was only the beginning. Around that time we lost a really promising technician to AIDS.", Chris chimed in; "He was a sweet kid who had done nothing but get some tainted blood in those days when the Red Cross was still coming to terms with the problem." "So I changed the direction of the new Nanite series. Insead of just hunting cancer cells I went after any organism that didn't conform to the genetic code of the subject." "And promptly killed three monkeys before you came to me." Anne looked mildly vexed , "Chris forgot that there are lots of beneficial bacterial that are quite necessary to the continued functioning of a living being." "So,"Chris said, mildly embarrassed by the memory, "we built a second nanite series to tag and protect beneficial bacteria. A third series was then introduced as we found our strike force nanites were attacking normal cells with minor defects caused by aging. That nanite checks over each cell in the body and corrects any problems it finds. Combined, the treatment became the basis for the way we look now." Anne began calling up pictures on the computer. "The first of the new treatment was used on some baby white mice. In the following weeks we noticed they weren't growing. The treatment had locked the mice' cell structure at the time of development they were at when originally treated." "They couldn't get sick, and as far as we can tell, barring accidents, they can't die. But they never get any older either. The next round of experiments took a group of apes through the same process. The result were identical to the mice. "The third experiment was the one that was the kicker though. We took one of our older apes whom we'd raised from an infant. We had samples of blood and tissue we'd taken when he was an infant and used that to base the nanites' programing on. Within six months, a mature chimp whowas about to be sent away to prevent him from accidentally hurting his keepers was reduced to the biological age of three months." "So how did you acquire samples of your old DNA when you decided to 'disguise' yourselves?", Jamie asked. "Ever heard of a friendship bracelet?" Chris asked. "My sister mentioned something about those once." "Well when we first moved into the apartment together, we kind of had a pre-house warming party." "We got soused.", explained Beth. "Well anyway, by the end of the night we pledged eternal friendship to each other and Anne insisted we all cut a Locke of our hair and make a friendship bracelet to commemorate the event." "I kept mine," added Anne, blushing. " and you can't lose some hair without losing some DNA." "So you're all immortal now?", Jamie continued. "I doubt it.", answered Beth, starting back to the mini-elevator. "You can't flaunt the Second Law of Thermodynamics indefinitely. I'm willing to bet we've traded failure of our biological systems within the next twenty or thirty years for failure of the nanites maintaining those systems within the next hundred or so years. Then we'll see what'll happen." Jamie assumed the tour was over on that note and began to walk over to the elevator where Beth and Anne were waiting when Chris bounced up from behind. "So when can we get you moved in?" End ch.1 copyright 1997 Jeff Rose -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /