Message-ID: <26279asstr$968724601@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: <000911182548FR.28310@weba3.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 3 by Stephanie Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 22:10:01 -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: kelly, newsman DNA III - Part 3 Two parts again for you. I'm currently writing part eleven at the moment and I hope to have part five up by the end of the week and two more parts early next week. That's the plan anyway. If you missed the first two parts then the only place to see them at the moment is by searching www.deja.com/usenet. 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 Three by Stephanie "It's still swarming with reporters," the very nervous, black woman sitting next to Mandy said. "Relax," Mandy replied. "They're not expecting us and they're all just sitting around. We'll be in and through the gates before they know what's happening." Mandy steadied herself at the wheel. Paul had loaned her the money to hire the expensive car and she was extremely cautious when driving it. It wouldn't look good if she dented it and Paul lost his deposit, though she thought it might just be worth it if the dent was caused by running over a few of the hordes of press outside the base. "Right," she said to her passenger, "here we go." She turned off the road and quickly down to the gate. The guard was ready for them and admitted them inside the base. The gates were closing before the press had truly woken up to who was in the car. The car and its occupants were thoroughly checked out once through the outer gate before they were allowed to approach the main complex. "See, that wasn't too bad was it?" "I really hate those parasitic scumbags!" Jeff said with some venom. "They can't get in here, so we won't have to worry about them," Mandy replied reassuringly. Paul was waiting for them at the entrance to the building. "Did you have any trouble getting here?" he asked them after an enthusiastic greeting. "No," Mandy replied, "we were past the press before they knew what was going on." "Good." Paul walked over to the small, black woman who was now his exact twin. "How are you holding up?" he asked Jeff. "It's been rough," the former policeman replied quietly. "I'm just surviving day to day, you know?" "Yeah, I understand perfectly." Paul replied and hugged her on impulse. He realized that might not have been the best thing to do, but Jeff didn't seem to take any offence from it. Despite what he had said, Paul knew he didn't understand the enormity of what Jeff had been through. Jeff had originally been a large, heavily muscled, male, undercover cop. Then immediately after her transformation she had been imprisoned by one of Quince's sadistic goons. The experience and the drugs used had clearly left their mark on her. Jeff's hair was cut much shorter than Paul's and she was clearly wearing male clothing which didn't fit her as well as proper female clothes would have. Paul had long since resigned himself to wearing female clothes - albeit still retaining a masculine style - but Jeff clearly did not want to make such a compromise. "Where's Anne?" Mandy asked, breaking the silence. "She's supervising the set up of the labs. I think she was expecting something far more basic than what is actually here. I'll show you to your rooms. I'm afraid you'll be sharing a dorm room together. They aren't exactly luxurious." The accommodation area was spartan, but wasn't cramped. Paul showed them to the bedroom opposite his and Anne's. "It's not that bad," Mandy remarked. "Where's the bathroom? I'm bursting." "Turn right and it's the last door on your left." Paul told her. "Thanks!" she called behind her as she left. Paul walked over to one of the beds where Jeff had quietly sat down. He still found it very odd that Jeff had a body that was an absolute twin of his. He was starting to accept the strange new face he saw in the mirror, but seeing Jeff made him wonder how other people saw him. Had their expectations changed about him even though they knew who he really was? "I didn't expect to see you," he told Jeff. "Things were getting bad, you know?" Jeff replied softly. "I was a virtual prisoner in my own home and I nearly never saw anyone else." "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that going public would drag you into the media spotlight." Jeff shrugged. "It would have happened eventually. Your press conference allowed me to get back in contact with my buddies in the police, but that didn't work out either." Paul wanted to know what had happened, but couldn't work out how to ask Jeff. After a few moments Jeff continued, "Not all of my friends did visit, but evertime those that did there was a tension - a strangeness. It took me ages to work out what it was." She sighed, "Then it hit me. It was sexual tension. They were attracted to my female body and I... I was..." Paul put an arm around the distraught girl. "It's alright, I understand." He saw her about to protest. "No, I _do_ understand. We have female brains in female bodies. Much as we hate it, we're going to have female thoughts from time to time." "C-can I stay here until I get back on my feet?" Jeff asked softly. "Of course, we're practically family anyway!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "I must say, colonel, I'm impressed," Anne said as she inspected the labs. "It's good to see my tax dollars were put to good use." "I'm glad you approve, doctor. I know your stay is only a temporary one, but I hope you can manage some constructive research here." "I don't think that will be a problem," Anne replied. "Good. If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to set things up." "Of course." Colonel Rigdon passed Paul, Mandy and Jeff as he left the labs. He nodded at them as he passed and then continued on. Paul and his two friends walked over to Anne. "I see I have a rival for my affections," he told her. "They have got top of the line equipment in here," Anne admitted. She turned and saw Jeff and Mandy for the first time. She was momentarily disorientated by seeing Paul standing in two places at once before she realized one of them was Jeff. "Jeff! It's good to see you again. How are you?" "Better than I was," Jeff replied. "You have my word I won't rest until I've discovered a safe way to reverse the process." "I know, thank you," the transformed man said quietly. Anne turned to the other person in the room. "Mandy," she said with a nod of her head. "Hiya Anne. I'm sorry to intrude like this, but there aren't many places we can go at a time like this and avoid the mayhem going on out there." "It's not a problem," Anne told her. Despite herself, she did feel wary about Mandy's presence. Paul had been unfaithful to Anne with Mandy during the time he had run off to Michael. Mandy had told Anne what had happened when Paul had been in hospital after he had been shot and she knew it wouldn't happen again. But that didn't calm her fears, however irrational she knew them to be. At that moment the first box from the trucks arrived and the three sat back and watched as Anne directed the installation of her equipment. Michael and Jim did most of the assembly, but a younger dark- haired man also wearing a white coat aided them. "Who's that?" Mandy asked Paul. "Marcus Belmont. He works for the government, but he asked for a transfer here when he heard we were moving in." "Mmmm, cute." "He'll be far too busy for any of that, Mandy." Paul replied with a smile. "Nobody is that busy," she confidently stated. "Well, he will be for hours yet with the rest of them. Do you want to get something to eat?" Jeff nodded and Mandy said, "Yeah, though I don't know what army food is like." "You'll be surprised. It's quite good actually." Marcus looked up as the three women left the room. At the door one of the dark-skinned twins looked back at him, but quickly lowered her gaze when she saw he was watching her. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Tanya closed her eyes and tried to snatch a few more minutes of sleep as Arnold got dressed. It was quite late in the morning, but they hadn't got much sleep until the early hours of the morning. "C'mon, wake up." Arnold said. She cracked open one eye and looked at him. "Just a few more minutes." "We're late enough as it is. Unless you don't want to go to interview Anne Chamberlain with me?" "Alright already!" Wearily she got out of bed and stretched. She still ached a little from the previous night as Arnold had been rough in his lovemaking. She found her suitcase by the hotel room door where she had left it the previous evening. Quickly she selected an outfit and went into the bathroom to get ready. She hated the long process of make-up she had to go through, but people expected it. At this moment it was vital to make the right impression. If she had her way, though, she would have worn as little as possible. Finally, she stepped back and surveyed her features. Her long dark hair was still wrapped in the towel after she had showered and she decided she'd tie it back severely that day; it would help to make her look more businesslike. Tanya had never been able to shake the idea that her face looked like that of a dumb bimbo and she always took care to diminish any possibility of giving that impression. As quickly as possible she dried her hair and dressed. Arnold banged on the door, "We late! Get a move on!" Tanya gave herself the final once over and then emerged. Arnold had already loaded the bags into their rented car and it was only a matter of a few minutes before they were on their way. She could tell how keyed up Arnold was. It was no wonder as this was a major scoop. Dr Anne Chamberlain had not done a proper interview with anyone since the DNA virus had been invented. If Arnold did well it could really boost his career. It would do Tanya's no harm either, though she realized that her journalistic skills were not the main reason she was accompanying him. She didn't really care, she knew he was using her just as she was using him. The media circus that had been following the DNA story had moved to the military base and was in the process of setting itself up outside the gates. Tanya was aware of the cameras following the car as they drove up to the gates. She and Arnold were going to be a small part of the news that evening. She didn't like the idea of having her face plastered over the papers as part of a news story, but in the end it didn't really matter. Once through the first set of gates the car was searched from top to bottom to make sure nothing was there that shouldn't be. Finally satisfied that the car and the occupants were clean it was escorted up to the main buildings. There Colonel Rigdon and Dr Anne Chamberlain met them. Tanya held back and let Arnold take the lead. It was he who had landed the interview after all and it was very important to her that she didn't annoy him. Arnold shook hands with Anne and the colonel. "And this is Tanya Carter. She'll be assisting me with the interviews." Tanya shook hands with the doctor and the colonel doing her level best to keep the smile on her face sincere looking. The formalities dealt with, the colonel excused himself. Anne led the two reporters into the base. "We only arrived yesterday ourselves, as you know, so everything is still being set up." "I fully understand, doctor, but I'm interested to see what sort of set-up you have here." The labs themselves were full of packing boxes. Michael and Jim were still working on the unpacking. The lab space was dominated by a clean room, separated from the rest of the room by an airlock and a thick sheet of toughened glass. Sitting by the window looking into the clean room was a very familiar small figure. There he was, Paul Roberts. He was the one who had started it all. Tanya felt her heart thudding in her chest as she was introduced to him. "If you look over there," Anne said, "you can see the sample case of the DNA virus." "And whose DNA do they carry?" Arnold asked. "About half of them are primed with DNA from me, or my assistants, as well as Paul of course." "What about the rest of them?" Tanya asked. "They're still in their 'pure' state," Anne replied. "That means they haven't been primed with anyone's DNA." Tanya moved closer to the window and looked at the sample case. "How do you prime the DNA virus?" "You just expose it to the required DNA. Just putting a drop of blood in it will do the job." "Incredible!" Arnold remarked. "I'm really looking forward to learning more about this." "Well, you'll have plenty of time over the next few days to find out all you need." Anne gestured at the crates. "We've got a lot to do now, so you'll have to excuse me for now." "Sure, no problem," Arnold replied with a smile. "Okay," Paul said trying to ignore the strange look he was getting from Tanya, "if you'll follow me, I'll show you your rooms." They set off for the accommodation block and Paul put the odd reaction from the female reporter out of his mind. Ever since his transformation he had almost gotten used to the different ways people would react to him. If Tanya followed the usual pattern, she would soon settle down when she realized he was basically a normal person. "There are two other civilians here that we haven't met yet, isn't there?" Arnold asked. "Yeah, there are," Paul admitted. "I doubt they'll want to talk to you, though." Arnold nodded. He naturally knew full well who was there and who wasn't. Mandy had lost her job through intense pressure from the press and Jeff had never fully recovered from the failed undercover job investigating the drug-smuggler Quince. They were small fry compared to Anne and Paul, but he still wanted to interview them. Perhaps, he ought to get Tanya to work on those two. Tanya would have a better chance at reaching them as they'd be less threatened by her because she was a woman. Also it would give Tanya something to do, leaving Anne and Paul all to himself. All in all, he was feeling glad he had decided to listen to his libido and bring Tanya along. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "You can't stay in here until they're gone, you know." Mandy pointed out. "Oh, I can," Jeff replied. "Why should I do them any favors?" She sat down on the bed and slumped backwards. "No-one says you have to do an interview with them - I won't. But there's no reason why you should hide yourself away here." Mandy sat down beside Jeff. "You need something to take your mind off them," she said, dropping a small package on Jeff's stomach. "What's that?" Jeff lifted it up. It was a small cosmetics kit, specifically designed for African-American skin. "Where did you get this, and why?" "In a shop, and because we need cheering up." She picked up the kit and began opening it. "Mandy, please don't," Jeff told her wearily. "Nonsense. Look, if you don't like it you can wash it off. Do it for me, please!" Jeff sighed and sat up. She didn't have the energy to turn Mandy down. "Great!" Mandy said and starting searching through the kit. "There's not much here, but I'm sure it'll do." Jeff let her get on with it. Recently, it had seemed easier simply to let other people decide what to do and not argue with them. She hadn't always been that way. Up until her transformation into a woman she had been a normal man unwilling to be led by others. Her change in attitude hadn't come with the new female form, but with the brutal time she had spent at the hands of one of Quince's thugs. He had used a drug on her that made her very open to suggestion and then he had turned her into his own personal sex slave. The endless hours in therapy had restored some of the old Jeff, but she privately doubted she would ever be her old self again even if she got her old body back. Mandy had to tell Jeff to stop blinking several times while she applied the mascara, but for the most part the transformed man sat quietly. Mandy wondered what Jeff was like before her ordeal. Both Jeff and Paul had cut their hair short, but Jeff's was so short it was almost shaved. Mandy wished it were longer so she had something to work with. Never mind, the make-up was enough for a first step. "There, what do you think?" Jeff got up rather uncertainly and peered into the mirror. She was regretting having let Mandy work on her face, convinced it would reawaken the memories of her ordeal. Memories she had worked so hard to forget. But another feeling welled up inside her. Her new face had a natural beauty that Mandy's work had only enhanced. She felt a strange exhilaration as he stared at his feminine face. It had only been in the previous couple of weeks that she had been able to look at her own reflection without flinching. "I think I overdid it a bit," Mandy mused out loud. "No... no, this is fine." "Really?" "Feels weird though," Jeff remarked. "That's understandable, but you should embrace new experiences not run away from them. It's a pity we're not the same size as you should try a dress on." Jeff looked at Mandy, "We're about the same height, aren't we?" "Yeah, but you're much wider in the hips and the bust than I am." She thought for a moment. "Maybe Paul has some stuff. He is exactly the same size as you now, after all." "Paul wouldn't have anything like that, surely?" "You never know," Mandy replied, "We could always get some mail- order catalogues in. We have to get something good for when you next see Marcus again." Jeff looked at her in shock. "Was I that obvious?" "No, I just saw you looking back at him as we left. I don't think anyone else noticed." Jeff sat down on the bed. "I couldn't help it. For the first time I'm starting to see men as attractive. I understand why I'm having these feelings, but it doesn't make it any easier. It could be years before Dr Chamberlain finds a way to safely reverse this. What do I do until then?" "You keep on living your life," Mandy replied. "As you said, it could be years and you can't put your life on hold until then." "Yeah," Jeff replied quietly. But just how she would live her life she couldn't see. * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was well into the evening before Anne was finally satisfied everything had been stored safely. She rubbed her neck to remove the stiffness and looked around at the lab. She wouldn't be there long enough to get into very involved long-term test runs, but she had enough short-term research to keep her going until the new labs were ready. After she had first deliberately infected her lab assistant she had worked all around the clock looking for a cure. Now, months later, she knew a true, safe cure was much further away than she had first thought and while Jim and Julie were no longer interested in a cure, she still had Paul and Jeff to think about. She left the lab and locked the door behind her. Outside a solitary guard was on duty. She nodded to him and headed back towards the accommodation block. "Dr Chamberlain," a voice called from down the corridor behind her. She turned to see the colonel approaching. "I'm glad to see you're still awake," he said. "I'm going to be putting in a lot of late nights," she replied. "I'm not going to be here long, but I want to get some meaningful research done." "There I may be able to help you out, doctor." "How so?" "An ambulance is on its way here right now. On board is a critically injured private." "You had better not be about to suggest what I think you're going to," Anne said coolly. "Believe me, I wouldn't be following this option if there was a chance of saving him by conventional methods. He suffered massive internal injuries when a container fell on him the day before last. It's a miracle he's survived the operation to patch him together. Even then, his life is numbered in days, if that." "Do you know what you're asking? The DNA virus has so far only been used on healthy people. No one knows what it'll do with an injury. It could repair him, leave him the same state or kill him!" "All very true, but there is nothing more conventional medicine can do for him. The DNA virus might kill him, but if you don't use it he'll be just as dead." Anne sighed heavily. "Okay, does he have any relatives?" "His parents should arrive at the same time he does." "Good. When they arrive I'll take them through the entire procedure and explain the risks. All three must know the risks the process entails." "Of course," the colonel agreed. "I'll have our medical center set up ready for his arrival. Thank you, Dr Chamberlain." Anne watched him stride off down the corridor with a feeling of unease. 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