Message-ID: <28547asstr$980367001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news From: steph_tg@iname.com MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <0101231750042F.26296@weba4.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 7 by Stephanie Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 15:10:01 -0500 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: gill-bates, kelly DNA III - Part 7 Yes, I know. The gap between these two parts and the last one has been ridiculously large. Sorry. I got distracted by Baldur's Gate II (which has a very nice TG storyline for one of the NPCs) and real life. Anyway, I'm back again and trying to get back into the rhythm of writing that will allow me to post on a regular basis. For years I've been after artists to illustrate my stories, but they are illusive creatures. Finally, I was able to corner one, Adam Walters, and commission some work from him. These three illustrations are all from DNA I and are currently available at Sapphire's fine website www.sapphireplace.com. If anyone wants to put them on their website, they can, as long as they on a free section of the website and are unaltered. I'm very impressed by these and I intend to commission more artwork based on my other stories. 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 Seven by Stephanie Tanya leaned back from the laptop and stretched. The long hours in the van and in the plane were taking the toll on her body. She stood up and walked over to the windows. Despite herself, she had to admit that Arnold Lester's apartment was fantastic. It was spacious, in an upmarket part of the city and the interior had been very tastefully decorated. Probably got someone in to do it for him, she thought, he clearly was not subtle enough to have designed it himself. The sun had just set as they had arrived and now she looked out at the lights of a city still very much awake despite the late hour. She turned as Arnold walked in from the bathroom, yawning as he did so. "I just don't have the stamina I used to," he commented. "I don't have any complaints," Tanya replied with a smile. They kissed and then they settled down on the couch. He noticed Tanya's laptop on the table. "Do you mind if I have a look?" Without waiting for an answer he picked it up. His mouth slowly descended into a frown as he read the report she had written. "No, this is no good at all." he said, almost to himself. "Why," Tanya replied innocently, "what's wrong with it? "It's totally biased. You'd never be allowed to use this on- air." "Why not? I see biased articles all the time." "But this goes beyond just highlighting the negative and downplaying the positive. If CNN broadcast just half of this we'd have to pay out millions in libel costs alone. Your career will be over before it's begun and I'll be unemployable. You simply cannot state that Chamberlain tested her virus on her boyfriend without hard evidence. I thought you got on well with them. You were building up a good rapport." "With Mandy and Jeff, yeah, but they're victims. Can't you see what will happen when this... this virus goes into full-scale production? Everyone's identities will be lost. No-one will be able to get a job without having their bodies transformed into the right shape for their work. You won't be able to get health insurance unless you agree to get a guaranteed healthy body. Anyone even reasonably well off will forever be in fear of someone with their face trying to steal their place and their money. Society cannot survive this! Within months of being released this virus will destroy us! That's why it's up to us to show the world what will happen. Everyone is too blinded by the promise of extended life to realize what that mad bitch is up to!" Arnold leaned back, totally surprised by the tirade from Tanya. "No. You simply can't do it this way. If you have a message to sell, then you get out of journalism and set up an action group or something. I'm beginning to think you haven't got what it takes to work in television news. You obviously don't have anything like the level of detachment you need." Tanya tried to relax and she pasted a false smile on her face. "I'm sorry, I was just writing what I think. I mean, I know there is no way that my 'report' will even be considered. I don't have any interview footage on tape and I only had a few meetings with Jeff and Mandy. Anyway, enough with the shop talk." Her hand snaked into the front of his bathrobe and down to his crotch. Arnold smiled and reached round to pull her closer. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "This had better be important," the colonel said as he and Paul entered the video room. Anne and Mandy followed close behind. "Believe me," Paul replied, "it is." He put a tape in the machine and pressed play. "It took me some time to realize what was wrong with this picture." He put a second tape into another VCR that he had moved next to the first. On the second screen was a video of Michael and Anne working in the lab. "This was taken the day before whoever it was broke into the lab." "So?" Colonel Rigdon asked. Paul paused the first machine and then let the second one play on until the image of Michael was standing in the same spot in the lab that the shadowy image was in the first. Paul sat back and looked at the colonel expectantly. "What am I looking at?" the army man asked. Anne gasped. "Our intruder is shorter than Michael." "Exactly," Paul replied nodding. "It's difficult to judge height because the camera was bolted to the ceiling, but once you compare the two images standing in the same place, it's obvious." Rigdon had a face like he was chewing a wasp. Paul was right, it was a significant nail in the coffin in the case against Michael Kingston. "So if it isn't Kingston, then who is it?" "Someone fairly short," Paul replied. "Michael isn't that tall. You need to get someone to work out exactly how tall that figure is, but I'd guess it was someone around about my height." "Which probably rules out all the military personnel," Anne said. "There's something else I found as well," Paul said. He rewound one of the tapes and then pressed play. "Compare those two." Another figure was standing in the same place the shadowy intruder was in the other picture. Anne leaned forward in disbelief. "You're joking, aren't you?" "I'm not saying anything," Paul said. "I'm just pointing out how similar in size and build these two are." * * * * * * * * * * * * * Arnold's head lolled back as Tanya sucked him off. He wondered where she had learned to do that so well. He grabbed a clump of her hair so forcing her to slow down; he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. Tanya squeezed his balls hard and Arnold gasped. Her tongue wrapped itself around the head of his cock and despite himself Arnold felt himself go over the edge. He held her head down so that she was forced to drink his cum. There was nothing better than having a lover's lips sucking on your cock, feeling her hair draped over your thighs, and then cuming straight down her throat. He felt a strange discomfort and looked down to see a syringe sticking out of his crotch. Tanya had injected him with something while he still held her on his cock! "Tanya? What the fuck are you doing?!" he cried. She looked him straight in the eyes and smiled around his penis still between her lips. She pulled out the syringe and threw it carelessly over her shoulder. Arnold started to feel a strange sensation of movement in his crotch. He pushed Tanya away in one sudden moment and staggered to his feet. "What was in that?!" he demanded. "You know," Tanya replied softly, wiping her mouth. "It took me a lot of effort to get it, so I hope you enjoy it." His terror had already caused his erection to fade, but now it started to shrink abnormally fast. He grabbed at his vanishing manhood, but it had already retreated into the folds of his crotch leaving what felt like a clitoris. Arnold's balls went the same way, shrinking and dividing leaving an all too familiar crease between his legs. He covered his crotch with his hands, too ashamed at his new femininity. "Why?" he demanded. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I can," she replied. She picked up a small glass bottle and threw it to him. He caught it and stared at it and the colorless liquid it contained. Tanya sighed. "If you want any part of you to stay male, you'd better drink that now." "W-what's in it?" "More DNA Virus, but based on you rather than me this time." She smiled. "Yes, you'll have access to my pussy twenty-four hours a day. Now drink up before you start growing tits!" Arnold pulled the cap off the bottle. She could be lying, there could be something even more grotesque in there. But he had no choice, he had to do it. Holding the bottle with both shaking hands so he wouldn't drop it he gulped the contents down. He staggered as his pelvis reshaped itself into a wider configuration. He looked up at Tanya who was watching him with some mirth. "Please do something!" "I've done all I can," she told him. "All you can do now is hope you drank the second vial in time." Arnold felt his mouth tingle. the strange sensation quickly spread out through his head and upper torso. It felt similar to what had happened between his legs, but less intense. He breathed a sigh of relief; Tanya hadn't lied about the second vial. He almost fell over as his legs started to change. As quick as he could he staggered over to a chair and flopped into it. The hair on his legs was receding and the legs themselves were growing thinner. Within seconds they had reassembled themselves into two very feminine- looking legs, identical in every way to Tanya's. She walked over to Arnold grinning broadly. "That's much better. Let's see where the join is shall we?" She traced a line around the middle of Arnold's torso, where two very different types of skin met. "That was a close-run thing. Another few seconds and you'd have grown a lovely pair of breasts. As it is I think there is a very good chance you have a complete set of female reproductive organs inside you. Just think, Arnold, one day you could be a mother! You could discover first- hand what it's like to give birth! Isn't that fantastic?" "You bitch!" he screamed and sprang at her. Tanya jumped backward and avoided Arnold's awkward lunge. She was a lot steadier on her legs than he was. "Now, now Arnold," she chided him. "If anything should happen to me then certain documents will be released that'll put you in some really hot water." "So what! All I care about is getting cured. Once I've dealt with you I'll go straight to the authorities." "You think they're going to help the man who brought a thief into their base? Do you think they'll help a man who because of his stupidity caused a young soldier to become a really cute young girl? I might have twisted a few events to make you look like you really were in on it all, but no-one believes reporters have any honor anyway." "Why did you do... _this_ to me?" "Because I need you under control. Just do what I say over the next few weeks or so and I guarantee I'll give you the antidote." "A stronger form of the virus? That could kill me!" She shrugged. "So don't take it. No-one will force you to." Sure she had him under control she walked over to him. "Now put some clothes on and sit down. There are a lot of instructions I have to give you and I want to make sure you understand them, and if you ever want to be fully a man again so will you." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The colonel looked at the two images on the screen. He'd been so sure Kingston had been behind the break in. "You seriously expect me to believe one of the reporters broke into the lab and stole the sample?" he asked Paul. "Who else could it be?" Paul replied with a shrug. "It can't be coincidence that Tanya matches the intruder so closely." "She works for CNN! I'd expect someone from the National Enquirer to pull a stunt like this, but not CNN. It's why we let them in at all!" "Oh shit," Mandy said quietly. "What is it?" Anne asked her. "She doesn't work for CNN, she's a freelancer. This was her first big break. Tanya went on about how she had to sleep with Lester to get the gig. She hated doing it, but she said the rewards were worth it." Rigdon glared at her, "And you didn't think it worth reporting?" "Well...no. I thought you already knew she wasn't fully with CNN and I thought she was talking about getting a big scoop." "Alright," the colonel grunted, "I'll have it checked out." he stood up and walked to the door. "What about Michael?" Paul asked him quickly. "For now he stays right where he is. I want proof that this reporter is behind it first and that Kingston isn't involved." Rigdon turned and strode through the door. "What more do I have to do to get Michael released?" Paul asked Anne in astonishment. "You can't blame him for being cautious. It's his career on the line over this." Anne caught herself wishing it had been Michael. How was she going to face him now after turning on him like that? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Arnold clasped the whisky with shaking hands. What was he going to do? He should go to the authorities, they wouldn't believe the lies Tanya would tell about him if he did... would they? Even if they didn't believe Tanya there would still be the fact that he lied about her working with CNN to get her into the base. He cursed himself for being so stupid. It had never occurred to him that she was using him to steal the DNA Virus. He had just been letting his cock do all the thinking for him. Not that he was going to be able to do that again for the time being at least, he thought grimly. But what was the alternative to telling the authorities? Surely doing what Tanya demanded would be worse. It would wreck his reputation and career in five minutes flat. At least he'd get his manhood back, though. That had to the most important thing. What would be the point in a successful career in reporting if he had to do it with a pussy between his legs? As soon as the initial shock of the transformation had worn off, he had pulled on a pair of shorts and done his robe up tight. Tanya had laughed at his attempt to cover his new anatomy. Then she had given him his instructions before leaving. He looked down at his legs. Despite his best efforts to drink himself into submission he was still painfully aware of every difference in his lower body. The robe was lower off the ground than he had remembered; he had lost a few inches in height when his legs changed. Even his feet looked smaller, daintier, more feminine. Under the robe he knew he now possessed Tanya's shapely smooth legs. He tried to push the image from his mind, but found himself unable. He had to see. He had to know exactly what she had done to him. Arnold climbed to his feet and wobbled uncertainly, partly from the drink and partly due to his unfamiliarity with his new hips and legs. He walked slowly to the bathroom. Even this simple action made him aware of a thousand differences between his changed lower half and what he used to possess. His stride was shorter and his wide hips swiveled far too much for his liking. He reached the mirror and stared at his reflection. With the robe pulled tight his new physique was all too obvious. His hips flared out before pulling in to a tight waist. Opening his robe and dropping it to the floor left him just dressed in his shorts. Now the change was even more obvious. His shorts were stretched tighter than normal by his feminine hips and there was clearly no male bulge between his legs. In one swift motion he yanked his shorts down and revealed his new anatomy. Tanya hadn't been lying to him, he realized, the feminine mound he possessed was an exact copy of hers. Even his pubic hair had changed from black to blonde. Gently, he placed a hand on it, snatching his hand away when he felt it resting on his... his... pussy. A part of him had hoped that this was some elaborate trick, but there could be no doubt. He was now half-female, and all-woman where it really counted. He held back tears as he considered his fate. He was going to have to do what Tanya told him to do; it was his best chance of becoming normal again. He absentmindedly ran his finger over the mound and slipped it inside. He found and began to gently massage his clitoris. A wave of pleasure rushed over him and his crotch began to tingle with arousal. He realized what he was doing and whipped his hand away. "Stop it!" he told his reflection. "You're not a fucking queer!" he pulled his shorts and robe back on doing his best to ignore his new physiology. Then he went and drunk every last drop of alcohol in his apartment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There was a hesitant knock at the door. Michael didn't bother answering it, but waited to see who it was. Finally the door opened and Anne looked in. Michael was surprised to see there was no hint of anger in her face. "What do you want?" he asked sharply. "Well, I... um," she stopped and composed herself. "Can I sit down?" Michael shrugged. She sat down and took a deep breath. "We've been reviewing the security footage and Paul made an important discovery that--" "That it wasn't me," Michael interrupted. Anne looked down. "Yes. I'm really sorry, Michael. I've made a grave mistake. Will you forgive me and come back to work." Michael was silent for a moment. "I've been working with you night and day for months now. Does that count for nothing? The first sign of trouble and I'm suddenly the scapegoat. The colonel out there I can understand; he's been suspicious of me since I got here, but you? You're a scientist! You know that you shouldn't jump to conclusions without the evidence to back it up! How can I ever trust you again?!" Anne found herself unable to meet his gaze and with nothing to say. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Federal Agents quietly entered the apartment building through a side door and climbed the stairs with as little noise as possible. At this early hour of the morning they encountered none of the residents, but they were prepared to silence them if any discovered the heavily armed men. When they reached the correct floor they carefully swept the area in case an ambush was waiting. After several tense moments they moved down to the apartment door. The officer waited until all his men were ready. They had been thoroughly briefed on the way over to the building and each had his assigned task. Satisfied everything was in place, the officer nodded to the agents holding the battering ram. They swung it at the door instantly shattering the flimsy lock, before quickly pulling away to one side as the rest of the unit rushed into the apartment. The officer was the last into the apartment. The soldiers were quickly and methodically searching every possible hiding place in each room. "Sir!" the voice was coming from the bedroom. The agents in the room were fanned out around the bed that clearly contained someone. "Put your hands up and you will not be hurt!" The officer bellowed aiming his own gun at the form. The figure struggled into a sitting position and squinted at the officer. "Timmy? Is that you?" The officer cursed softly and lowered his gun. This wasn't the woman they were looking for. Not unless she had aged sixty years in one night. "Test her just in case," he told his men and then checked the rest of the apartment. It seemed the old woman was the only occupant. It had always been unlikely that Tanya Carter would be at her registered address, but it looked like she had never been there in the first place. Unless the old woman had any information this was a complete dead end. 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