Message-ID: <25759asstr$965898617@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news From: steph_tg@iname.com MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <000809162327BV.29349@weba8.iname.net> Content-Type: Text/Plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Mail-To-News-Contact: postmaster@nym.alias.net Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: DNA III Part 2 by Stephanie Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 05:10:17 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, gill-bates DNA III - Part 2 Two parts in one go! Well, I've got a lot of lost time to make up for. I'm planning a little something around the first two DNA stories, but I won't say what just yet. Hopefully, part three and four will be out within two weeks. My website is at http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/2525. From there you can find links to all my other stories. If you want to add your stories to the list of stories that can be posted by other people on alt.sex.stories.tg please send me an e-mail. This story is copyright 2000 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. DNA III - Part Two by Stephanie "So, how have you've been since we last met?" "Not good. I haven't been able to sleep." "No? Why is that?" "I'm starting to have this same dream over and over. Sometimes even two or three times a night." "I see. And what happens in these dreams?" "Well...uh...I'm walking into the precinct house where I was stationed and I'm still in my old, male body. I walk through to the locker room, saying hi to my colleagues. Then I go to change into my uniform..." "Go on, Jeff." "Okay...I unbutton my shirt and look down...and I have a pair of tits. I...really don't want to talk about the next bit. I don't feel easy thinking about it, let alone telling a psychiatrist!" "It's okay, Jeff. I'm only here to be a friendly ear and help point you in the right direction. Please, tell me the rest of the dream. "Alright. I look up in shock after seeing my breasts and then I see every man in the locker room staring at me. I can tell, just by the looks on their faces, that they want me...sexually. Then they walk over and they... and they..." "It's okay, Jeff, just relax. Returning to your dream they have sex with you?" "Yes, but that isn't the worst of it. In the dream I'm...willing. Despite the fact that I'm really a man I still willingly have sex with them. I even encourage them and demand that they...well... fuck me. "I just wish that this was one big nightmare, that I'd wake up and still be a man! There's nothing wrong with being a woman, but I'm not supposed to be one!" * * * * * * * * * * * * "There you are, Paul. I've been looking all over for you." Paul blinked and turned away from the window. Standing behind him was a beautiful eighteen-year-old woman. Paul found his eyes drawn to her pregnancy; it seemed an age ago that he had had sex with her. "I was just daydreaming, Ji-- I mean Julie. Sorry." "Don't worry about it," 'Julie' replied, "even after all this time I still can't get used to the new name either. 'Julie' had once been called Jim, and been Anne's lab assistant. According to Anne, Jim had accidentally been infected with a DNA virus based on Anne's niece, Julie. Julie had later deliberately taken a DNA virus based on Jim's body so to cover up the accident and protect Anne. The two transformed people had fallen in love with each other and had wisely decided to keep the whole incident secret. Paul rather envied them; at least they could avoid the direct gaze of the media that way. Even though they'd taken on the names of the bodies they now wore several months ago, they, Anne and Paul often made slip-ups and called them by their original names. "I heard about the move," Julie said. "I don't much fancy the idea of spending time in an army camp." "Neither do I, but it won't be for long." He paused before asking, "How are you doing with the baby and everything?" She rested a hand on her bulge and smiled. "I freaked out at first, but now I wouldn't give it up for the world." "Do you know whether it's a boy or a girl yet?" "It's a girl, but we knew that before I got myself tested. The DNA virus will have made it a clone of this body." She noticed the downcast look on Paul's face. "What's up?" "Well... it's silly really. I thought that was the last piece of the real me in there, but it's been changed just like everything else. I've always assumed - without thinking about it really - that I'd be a father one day. This is perhaps my one and only chance." Julie took one of Paul's slim, dark hands and held it over the baby in her womb. "Jim and me have been talking it over. When the baby is born we'll register him as the father." "I understand," Paul sighed. "No, you don't." Julie replied quickly. "It's not because we don't want you involved, it's because any child of yours will become the center of attention for that huge media circus out there. You are the father and our child will grow up knowing who you really are and who me and Jim really are." "Thank you," Paul said simply and had to wipe his eyes. "Don't thank me yet," Julie said as she turned and headed for the door, "I expect you to do a fair share of the diaper changing." * * * * * * * * * * * * * Michael Kingston finished setting up the cultures and retreated from the clean room. He updated his notes and then sat back in his chair. Looking around at the state-of-the-art lab he could only marvel at the way his luck had changed. Not that many weeks ago, his career had been in tatters and his boss had been an odious drug-smuggler by the name of Quince. He had had no-one else to blame for ending up there than himself. An idiotic attempt to steal a colleague's work and pass it off as his own had put him there working for a criminal. Paul had defended him in court - and won - but Michael's reputation was shattered. It was still virtually impossible to believe that he had gone from that to working for one of the foremost scientists - certainly the most well known - on the planet. Anne had made him prove his competency before she let him in her lab, but since he was the only other scientist to have examined the DNA virus he did have a natural advantage. He had undergone an extensive debriefing session from the DEA and even now he was sure they didn't trust him. At that moment, Anne arrived and slumped into a chair. "That bad?" he asked her worriedly. "No. Actually, the meeting with those officials went quite well. They're only interested in its use as a weapon or in espionage, though." "What else did you expect from them?" "True," Anne replied. "The good news is that you're still on the project. They had some objections, but they didn't seem to be that worried by your presence." "The bad news?" he asked. "We're moving to a military facility until the new buildings are ready." "What's wrong with that? Security is good here, but it isn't good enough." He shivered as he remembered the events of just the previous week. Somehow, a religious lunatic had gotten inside the building. He had obviously recognized Michael and had immediately attacked him, screaming something about an 'insult against God'. Security had arrived almost immediately and hauled Michael's attacker away, but it left him worried. The next time someone broke in any of them could pay with their lives. "Perhaps," Anne replied, "but I don't want my research becoming just another military project." She quickly suited up and entered the clean room. Michael watched nervously as she checked the cultures he had just set up, only letting his breath out when she seemed happy with them. That was his other major worry: Was he up to working with Anne Chamberlain? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "So, has superdoc found a cure yet?" asked the voice on the other end of the phone line. "Give her a chance, Mandy," Paul replied, laughing. "Between all the meetings and press briefings she's been forced to do I'm surprised she finds any chance for research. Anyway, she's warned me a cure could be years away." "You sound more cheerful these days; how are you coping being an African-American beauty queen?" Paul laughed again, "It's weird. More than once I've woken up and had the shock of my life when I felt my new body. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. How are you holding up?" "Fine, considering. I still get reporters knocking on the door or phoning me up at all hours and I lost my job at the burger bar." "Oh no, what happened?" "It wasn't the manager's fault. The place couldn't operate while under siege from the press. I might head back to my parents for a while. I haven't spoken to them since this all started; I worry what they make of it all." "You can always come here, if you want to hide out from the storm." "Really?" "Yeah, we're moving to a military base soon, but I can get them to send you a pass and the address." "Will it be alright, with Anne I mean." "Yeah, it'll be fine. It took us some time, but we've both adjusted to the new situation." "I might just take you up on that offer, Paul." Mandy said. "It'll be good to find some peace and quiet. Never thought I'd get that in an army base." After Mandy had hung up, Paul belatedly worried about Anne's reaction. She knew about the intimacy that he and Mandy had shared after he had run away from Anne. Anne had forgiven him for that, but he wasn't sure how she would react to having Mandy under the same roof as them. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was unforgivably early in the morning when the transfer began. Paul stifled a yawn as he watched the last packages being loaded onto the three trucks. Anne was scurrying between the trucks making sure all of her precious equipment and samples were secure. Beyond the institute's gates he could see the massed ranks of the press and several groups of demonstrators. It had been intended to keep the move a secret until it had happened, but the news had quickly leaked out. "Everything ready?" Paul asked her as she approached. "Just about," she replied. "Hopefully, not too much will get broken." "They're not total incompetents, Anne." "Hmmm," she replied, unconvinced. Paul turned to see Jim, Julie and Michael arrive. "So what are the seating arrangements then?" Michael asked. "You'll ride in the first truck, I'll follow in the second and Jim will be in the third. Paul and Julie will have to follow in one of the cars." They each went to their assigned vehicles. "I should be up in that truck, you know." Julie said. "You're not Anne's lab assistant anymore," Paul pointed out. "You're her niece. And anyway, you'll probably be better off in a car in your condition." "What condition?" Julie responded sharply. "Well... your pregnancy." Paul replied, slightly taken aback. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of glass. At least Jim doesn't try to wrap me in cotton wool; he understands what a pregnant woman is capable of." "Sorry." "It's okay. I'm not at my best in the mornings at the moment." They climbed in the car and waited for the convoy to get under way. "Do you have any idea what the human body goes through during pregnancy." "Not any more than I was taught at school." "I've been reading up on it. It's an amazing balancing act the way the body produces just the right of this hormone or that hormone. Just a slight imbalance somewhere along the line and the whole thing comes crashing down. And I'll tell you this, I was horrified when I first realized I could be pregnant, but now the idea of life being created inside me is just the best feeling in the world." Paul watched Julie's enlarged belly in awe. "I never really thought about it," he said quietly. "Maybe you'll get to experience it one day." "No thank you. I'm not interested in men." "You don't need a man to get pregnant, just a sperm bank." Julie replied with a grin. "And the feelings for men are there, aren't they?" "No. Well... maybe just a little." Julie patted his hand. "Don't feel embarrassed about it." She looked at the driver and then lowered her voice. "I faced the same thing too, remember?" Paul did remember. Julie had become a woman only a few days before he did. Unlike Paul, however, Julie had embraced her newfound femininity. He had changed mentally himself, he knew. Not to a great extent, but he had become much more aware how attractive men could be. Those thoughts frankly disturbed him and the knowledge that it was the effect of his new body did little to calm him. "Here we go," Julie remarked. Paul looked on ahead. The gates were opening and the first of the trucks was moving out. The car they were in was sandwiched between the second and third truck and it took them several minutes to clear the gate. Outside a veritable wall of reporters met them. "Wow!" Julie remarked in disbelief, "Now I know what the Queen of England feels like. Should I give them a royal wave?" "Do what you like," Paul replied sourly, "they won't be able to see you through the darkened glass." Several reporters broke through the cordon and rushed up to the car, putting their cameras against the glass and taking as many photos as they could before they were dragged off. Finally they made it to the open road and met their escort to the army base. "And I thought it was bad for me," Julie remarked as she looked back. "The attention will die off," he replied, "in a few years or so." I hope, he added silently. Behind and above the mass of reporters on a gantry were the cameras for the larger news companies. The camera from CNN watched the convoy disappear into the distance before turning to focus on its reporter. Arnold Lester was in his early fifties, but had managed to retain his looks - something that was becoming more and more important in his job. "From here, Dr Chamberlain and her team will proceed to McDaniels Base sixty miles from here which used to be a premier military research facility. In recent times it has been empty due to budget cuts. For the next six months however it will be used by Dr. Chamberlain for her research into the DNA virus." It was hard to hear the voice of the news anchor in his earphone over the noise of the various demonstrations still going on. "Is this a permanent move, Arnold?" Asked Lynn Hong. She already knew the answer, of course, and was just asking it so he could give more information. "Dr. Chamberlain has categorically denied that this move is permanent, Lynn. She has stated that she fully expects to move into civilian laboratories as soon as they are available." "Arnold Lester at the Nomura Institute, thank you." Arnold nodded and then stood frozen in the same position. "And we're clear," said a young woman at the miniature control desk. Arnold got up and stretched. "Any sign of trouble?" he asked the cameraman. "None, the demonstrators are starting to pack up and go home." "Total fucking waste of time us being here," Arnold added sourly. He watched the protestors leaving. They should have at least had the decency to riot, he thought. Then he would have gone away from the Institute with something worthwhile. "Thanks for working the board, Tanya," he told the woman at the control desk. I thought I'd be managing that one myself when Tony fell ill." "Well," she replied, "when I saw how many other photographers were here I knew I'd never be able to sell anything I took to anyone. I'm new to the game and I don't have any contacts yet." "And you're looking for a leg-up to network news already?" Arnold said, amused. Tanya Carter shrugged, "If you don't ask, you don't get." "We're finished here for the day. Let's go get something to eat." He turned to the cameraman, "I'll leave you to clear up, Mike. Okay?" "Yeah, sure," the cameraman replied. Leave me to do all the work while you try and get her panties down, he thought. "I know this place in town," Arnold said to Tanya as they walked to his car. "It took me some time to find it, but I've been stuck here covering this story ever since it broke, so I've had plenty of time. If you're not doing anything else, that is." "I'd be delighted," Tanya replied. "I haven't had a chance to eat this morning." Tanya had to admit he had excellent tastes and the meal proved to be delicious. All through breakfast he told stories of his various assignments over the years, right back to when he had first made a name for himself in Vietnam. Arnold noted how closely she was paying attention to his stories. She seemed genuinely interested. He had known from the first moment she had approached him that she was trying to use him to get into television news, but he didn't mind. That was what all good reporters did - used their initiative. Tanya was very good-looking, with long blonde hair shaping a luscious heart-shaped face. She was well stacked and curved in all the right places. What the hell, he thought, if she doesn't work out I can always drop her. "I actually have a vacancy going at the moment. It's only a temporary spot and it's unofficial as hell, but..." "...it gives me a chance to show what I can do." it wasn't lost on Tanya that Arnold hadn't asked many questions about her career up to now, but she had come to expect that from men. "So, is it true that you've landed an interview with Chamberlain?" Arnold laughed, "And there I thought you were interested in me because of my looks! Yeah, it's true, though it's supposed to be top secret." "It is. Well, as much as anything is in this business." "Here's to our new relationship then." Arnold said, raising his glass. "To our relationship," Tanya repeated and clinked her glass against his. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The trucks didn't have that far to go, but the going was slow and they didn't arrive at the military base until noon. Paul was rather intimidated by the size of the base's defenses. A tall wire fence topped with razorwire surrounded the base, and there were several dog patrols around the grounds. "You can say this about the military," said Julie wryly, "they don't do things by half." "It looks more like a maximum security prison," Paul muttered darkly. "As long as it keeps the press and psychopaths out." "There's a difference?" The convoy pulled into a roofed loading bay, which was something that pleased Paul. The fleet of helicopters above wouldn't have a good view at all. Anne, Jim and Michael set about checking the equipment while Paul and Julie got out and stretched their legs. Two large doors leading into the base opened and a swarm of soldiers emerged to help with the unloading. With them was a man in his forties who was clearly a ranking officer. He strode over to Paul and stuck out his hand. "Mr Roberts? I'm Colonel Rigdon, welcome to McDaniels Research Facility." "Thanks, colonel. This is Julie Chamberlain, Anne's niece." "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," the colonel responded. "Is Dr. Chamberlain around?" "Ah, she's in one of the trucks. Just making sure everything is intact." "If you'll excuse me then, I'll just go introduce myself." Julie watched him walk off before remarking, "He's cute." "Cute?" Paul looked at Julie to try and work out if she was joking or not. "Grizzled, is more the word that came to my mind." "Rugged, then. Shall we settle on that?" "You can if you want to," Paul responded with an exasperated sigh. Colonel Rigdon walked over to the nearest truck and peered inside where two men were being supervised by a woman. He instantly recognized the woman as the one whose face had been a near-permanent fixture in the media in recent months. He climbed in and introduced himself. "Are your equipment and samples secure, doctor?" "Yes, everything seems to have survived the transit intact." Rigdon nodded, "Good, if you'll just double-check the integrity of your samples and then we'll begin the unloading." "You needn't worry, Colonel," Anne replied. "It's all perfectly safe." "Doctor, I don't need to remind you what your DNA virus is capable of. As their commanding officer it's my responsibility to look after my men. So, please, double check." Anne scowled at him, but did as she was told. After the colonel had left, Jim walked over to her. "Try not to annoy the army, auntie. He's only doing his job." "Hmmm," Anne replied, unconvinced. Perhaps moving to the base had been a mistake. "I'll try to be gentle with him. You two finish up here. I'm going to see what the labs we have been given are like." 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