Message-ID: <28548asstr$980367003@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: <0101231755122P.21527@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 8 by Stephanie Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 15:10:03 -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 8 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 Eight by Stephanie Arnold was awake for over an hour before he got out of bed. As dawn burst through the cracks in the curtains he barely moved. In all that time he tried to ignore the awful truth of what had been done to his body, but like worrying a bad tooth he couldn't stop thinking about it. Finally, he hauled himself out of bed. He shaved and showered almost on autopilot. It was only as he looked at his underwear as he was about to get dressed that he was filled with an overwhelming feeling of sadness. They felt strangely out of shape as he pulled them on, but he knew it was him that had changed not his clothes. He chose one of his baggier suits. The jacket just about covered his hips, but he could see that his body didn't seem right. There was little he could do about it, he realized glumly; he was just going to have to hope that no-one else noticed something was wrong. He studied his image in the mirror more closely. Inevitably his gaze slid down between his legs. The lack of any sort of bulge there was blindingly obvious. He rolled up a sock and pushed it down his underpants until it was just resting over his new feminine equipment. The bulge didn't look quite right to Arnold, but it was going to have to do. Arnold was surprised to find his shoes no longer fitted him. It was obvious why that was when he thought about it, but he had been distracted by the terrible loss of his manhood. Several more thick socks on his feet helped to make the shoes wearable, though they left his feet feeling very hot and itchy. As he was stepping out the door of his apartment, Arnold was struck by a sudden attack of nerves. It was impossible to shake the idea that everyone knew that he was now really a woman. He walked slowly to the lift trying to stop his hips from moving about so much. How could he get away with this? Everyone would instantly know that he was half-female. How could he have thought he would get away with it? He stopped and leaned against the wall, breathing deep and slow. The panic attack slowly eased and he was able to make it over to the elevator. His nerves returned when the elevator arrived and it wasn't empty. Be calm, Arnold told himself. He had to make sure no-one suspected anything and ruined Tanya's plan. The other occupant of the elevator was a younger man. Arnold walked into the elevator and avoided eye contact. For once he was thankful that he wasn't recognized. The last thing he could have dealt with at that moment was a fan. Arnold felt envious of the other man. He was fully male, not emasculated like Arnold had been. What would happen if he could never turn back into his old self? Would he end up lusting after men? He broke out in a sweat as he thought about turning queer. He had a pussy now, he reasoned, maybe it could affect his thinking and make him lust after men. He felt ill as an image of him flat on his back with a man between his legs flashed through his mind. Finally the elevator reached the parking lot underneath the building and Arnold staggered to his car. The familiar routine of driving eased the tension in his body, though it was hard to ignore the fact that the pedals seemed farther away than they used to be. He arrived at the CNN building and composed himself. This was going to be the ultimate test. Many of the people in there knew him well and if anyone was going to see through his disguise it was them. The walk through the foyer to the elevator seemed to take forever, but if anyone noticed any difference in the way he walked they kept it to themselves. Arnold's heart was hammering as he reached the twelfth floor. He prayed that Tanya kept up her end of the bargain. He couldn't live like this. "Here he comes! The conquering hero!" Arnold recognized that booming voice. Tom Skibow walked across the room and slapped Arnold on the back. "We've got the 8.00pm slot and everyone is waiting to see what juicy secrets you've uncovered!" Arnold smiled back, though for once he wished Tom would just leave him alone. "I've got the goods," he assured Tom, "Everyone will be talking about it tomorrow." "Good, good! I expect to see a rough cut in three hours, then." That was one advantage that his experience gave him. He had proven over the years that he was able to get on and do the work necessary. For the next two hours he worked on the story, selecting images from the hours of video shot. The transformation of the unlucky soldier was the centerpiece of the story. The news that the first proper test of the virus on a human being had gone radically wrong had swept the world. When the army had started hunting a saboteur the pressure had really increased. The public wanted to know what was going on inside that base. Wild conspiracy theories had criss-crossed the internet and, in the absence of any real information, made their way into print and on television. CNN had been heavily trailing the special Arnold would be presenting and he knew the entire world (or at least those bits that counted) would be watching. Arnold had already prepared the special in his mind and he quickly pieced together the tape he needed. He got so engrossed in the job that he was only reminded of his predicament when the sock down his underpants would shift against his feminine crotch. As soon as he was satisfied with the rough cut he took it over to Tom's office and gave him a quick run through of the commentary he would record over the top. "So this virus really is as good as it seems?" Tom asked. "Yeah," Arnold replied, "As long as some psycho doesn't get their hands on it." "That's true of everything, Arnold." Tom said as he watched the video of the soldier transforming into the busty asian girl again. "You didn't get any of that DNA virus the soldier got, did you? I could do with some of that for my wife." "You shouldn't joke about stuff like that," Arnold told him sharply. "A person's physical identity is very important." "Relax, I was just joking." A knock at the door was immediately followed by it opening to reveal Tom's secretary and a man in a dark suit. "Mr Kerrigan wants to have a few words with Mr Lester." Tom's secretary said quickly. "He's from the FBI." "What have you been up to, Arnold?" Tom asked jokingly. "I assume this has to do with the saboteur?" "Yes, sir." the agent replied. "If I can have a few moments alone with Mr Lester..." "Sure," Tom said, getting out of his chair. "You can use my office, but don't take too long he has the most important news program of the year to finish this afternoon." Arnold managed a wan smile, but the agent didn't reply. He merely shut the door behind Tom so he and Arnold were alone. "So what's this all about?" Arnold asked the FBI man. "We answered all the questions back at the base." "Some new questions have arisen, Mr Lester," the man said as he sat down. "The most important one is: Where is Tanya Carter?" Oh fuck, Arnold thought to himself. He hoped the shock hadn't registered on his face. "I don't know. At home?" "You mean, apartment 36b on Harrow Avenue?" "Yeah, that sounds right." "She's not there, Mr Lester. In fact, she has never been there." The FBI man leaned closer. "So I'll ask you again: where is she?" "How the fuck should I know?" Arnold replied in exasperation. "What do you want her for anyway?" "She is our prime suspect at the moment. The fact that she has lied to us, at least, about where she lives suggests she had an ulterior motive." "Yeah, well I'm sorry I can't help you." "Mr Lester, the only reason she got into a base under that tight a security was that you vouched for her and said she worked for CNN. It never occurred to them that you'd only met her a few days before and the only reason you wanted her in the base was so you could keep on fucking her." "I checked her resume!" Arnold declared hotly. "I had no reason to doubt her!" The agent leaned back. "If you'd checked a little closer you might have discovered that a promising, young, local reporter by the name of Tanya Carter died in a auto accident over a year ago." "So who the hell was the Tanya I was with?" Arnold wondered out loud. It was only just dawning on him that he had no idea at all to Tanya's real identity. She could have been anyone. Now she had the DNA virus she could be anyone at all. How could he know that 'Tanya' hadn't assumed the form of Tom, or the FBI agent in front of him, and was just waiting for him to try and betray her? "We've been watching you since you left your apartment this morning in the hope she would make contact again." "She's not in my apartment." "We know." Arnold was about to ask if the FBI had a warrant, but realized that he could not risk provoking the agent. If he wanted to regain his masculinity he needed to be able to make the broadcast. The agent stood up. "If she tries to contact you again, or if you remember anything, I want you to call me." The agent handed Arnold a card. Arnold turned the card over in his hands as he fought an urge to confess to the FBI agent. He knew he couldn't take that risk, especially with the possibility of Tanya being very near and watching over him. He stood up after the FBI man had left and suddenly felt himself drenched in sweat. He wiped his face with a tissue and adjusted the balled up sock in his underpants. He felt like he had gone through hours of vicious interrogation. It was only his position as one of the top reporters around that had spared him from being hauled in for questioning and instead just getting a short visit from the FBI. He did not feel that relieved about the fact though. There was also going to repercussions for his unwittingly helping Tanya, or whoever she was, get into the base, but that was irrelevant against regaining his manhood. Tom opened the door and walked back into his office. "What was that all about?" "Oh, they just want to find Tanya Carter to ask her some more questions. Apparently she's not at home." "I saw some pictures of her on the footage you brought back. She's quite a fox, isn't she? I don't know how you do it, Arnold. You always seem to have the chicks after you." "Just lucky, I guess." Arnold said as he retrieved his tape and heading back to the editing suite. Some luck, he thought to himself sourly. He told his editor running the editing suite he wanted to work alone on the story for a while. She gave him a funny look but did as she was told. Arnold pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He didn't really need to look at it again as the contents were burned onto his mind. It went against every journalistic fiber in his being to do what he was about to do, but he knew he had no real choice. His life would be unbearable if Tanya released her doctored evidence showing that he actively helped her in transforming the soldier. It would be very easy for the authorities to deny him the stronger dose of the virus in the name of safety; condemning him to life as a half-female freak. He sighed before setting to work. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Arnold shifted under the hot lights and listened to the voice in his ear counting down the seconds until he went live. Back when he had started in journalism, getting in front of the camera had given him a real buzz. After so many years it had become routine and then boring. He much preferred being out in the field rather than stuck in a studio. "We're live in five seconds," said the voice in his ear, "four, three, two, one." Arnold turned towards the camera, "Good Evening, I'm Arnold Lester. Tonight I will take you to the heart of what has to be the most important scientific discovery of this generation. "Until a few months ago, Dr Anne Chamberlain was just one of many unsung scientists pushing back the frontier of knowledge. That all changed when she discovered the DNA Virus. A virus that was capable of rebuilding every cell in a person's body. Many people have called this a scientific miracle: Overnight, our possible lifespans have doubled, perhaps trebled. "Others have said that it will lead to terror and fear. No longer will criminals be just able to rob you or your home. Now they'll be able to steal your very identity. "In a moment I'll show you what life is like inside McDaniels base, where Dr Chamberlain and her team are under virtual siege from the world's press." The light on the camera blinked off and Arnold relaxed. The producer's voice in his ear checked the running order and then counted down the time remaining until the adverts ended. Then they ran the film he had prepared earlier that day. So far, so good, thought Arnold. Everything was going according to plan. Tanya's plan. He watched a monitor showing his film. "McDaniels research base was constructed back in the late seventies," Arnold's voice over ran over a long shot of the base and the press camped around it. "It was dedicated to military research in the cold war, but has now found a new purpose in the dawn of the new millennium." "It was here that I conducted the world's first in-depth interview with the woman behind this new discovery." The scene shifted to a head and shoulders shot of Anne. "Doctor Chamberlain, how have you dealt with the media pressure that you have been under these past few months?" Anne smiled, "It hasn't been easy, Arnold. I've spent years developing the virus and I never really thought about how the world would react to my discovery." "But this is a world shattering discovery. You must have had some idea of the reaction?" "I tend to be a bit single-minded at times," she replied, "Occupational hazard for a research scientist, I guess." "There has been sizeable minority campaigning against the DNA Virus. Jack Montwell of the American Christian Brothers Alliance claims that it is an affront to God to try to rewrite the bodies God gave us." "There has always been people who have protested against things they do not understand. The DNA Virus will bring many, many benefits. It can save lives, and I can assure Jack Montwell that however much the body is changed, the soul remains the same." "Ah, you're referring to Paul Roberts, your boyf--um life partner." "Yeah, that's been pretty hard on both of us." "There has been some accusation that Paul was initially deliberately infected with the virus as a test by you." Anne shifted in her seat and tried to keep the anger from her voice. "That is categorically not true! I know some people like to portray me as a modern-day Frankenstein, but there is no way that I would ever use this virus on someone without getting their informed consent first." "And what do you have to say to those people who say we shouldn't be playing God?" "This is a totally new form of treatment. We shouldn't turn our back on it simply because we've never seen anything like it before. At a fundamental level this is no different than organ transplants, blood transfusions or simple drugs. If we have to give up the DNA Virus we'd have to give up every major medical advance of the last three thousand years." The scene shifted to more pick-up shots of the base. "Dr Chamberlain is not the only civilian hidden behind the barbed wire fence of the base. Easily the most famous of the others there is Paul Roberts. Like Dr Chamberlain he has rarely spoken directly with the media." The picture cut to another anonymous barracks room with a slightly wary-looking, young, black woman sitting in it. "Paul," said Arnold from off-camera, "your story has been told many times over the last few months. Of how you were accidentally infected with the DNA Virus and how you panicked and fled across several states to Michael Kingston who had been forced to work for the drug-baron Quince." The woman gives a small laugh. "Yeah, it makes me sound really stupid, doesn't it?" "You managed to cope and survive where many would have just given up. What has life been like for you and Anne since then." "It has been very difficult. Anne has the entire world watching and criticizing her every move. The media pressure as well as what happened to me has made it hard to have a normal life. I'm still the same person inside and we still love each other very much, and that helps a great deal." "What was it like when Quince tricked you and effectively trapped you in that body." "That was one of the worst days of my life. Research into the virus is at a very early stage, though, so I don't think I'll be spending the rest of my life in this form." The scene cuts to an ambulance being escorted through the gates of the base. "Paul is far from alone in that fervent hope. Robert Petrucci is a young private in the army who had a bright future ahead of him. A loading accident had left him in a critical condition. His only hope of survival was the DNA Virus. The virus did indeed save his life, but in the process condemned him to a living hell. Find out how this happened, after these messages." In the studio Arnold tried to avoid showing the apprehension he felt. This was where the tape he had prepared would diverge from the approved script. He wished he could see what was going on in the control room. If they had checked the tape and seen what was on it then his one chance of becoming male again was lost. None of the chatter in his earpiece suggested that they had checked the tape, but it still worried him. He could patch up his career after this, but no-one could give him dick back apart from Tanya. The voice in his ear counted back down and he was back on the air. "The DNA Virus was given its first official test on a mortally injured soldier. The tension on the base increased dramatically as they prepared for the operation. I was allowed to sit in the viewing gallery with the soldier's parents. Dr Chamberlain had planned to give the dying Petrucci the DNA virus based on his own DNA in the hope that it would repair the damage his body had suffered." The tape started running and Arnold watched the monitor as it showed the footage his cameraman had shot of the operation. A single injection was made into the broken body on the operating table and the transformation started. Almost immediately it was clear something was going wrong. The soldier's body was quickly replaced by that of a curvy asian girl. A cry of anguish caused the camera to turn to its left to focus on a middle-aged woman hammering on the glass. The soldier's father was rooted to his seat, his face ashen with shock and disbelief. Petrucci's mother grew more distraught and it was at this point that the colonel of the base escorted her gently, but forcefully from the room. "The unthinkable had happened," Arnold's pre-recorded voiceover continued. Someone had tampered with the sample. Suspicion quickly fell on Dr Michael Kingston. A man with a dubious past who was only allowed onto the project because he had the most experience with the virus after Chamberlain herself. "But was Kingston's actions those of a terrorist, or a patriot? Before I left the army base I came into the possession of some disturbing evidence that proves that Kingston's actions were the last desperate attempt of a trapped man to wake the world to a new global threat." In the control room several voices talked urgently all at once. "The DNA Virus will be used and regulated exclusively by the government and it will use it to control the population. Democracy will become irrelevant as they will replace any elected official with their own men and women." Tom's voice came over the earpiece, "Arnold, what the fuck is this?" Arnold was too ashamed to reply to his friend. Arnold's tape was still on the air however. "What rights can we have in a world where anyone, your husband, your wife, your children, could be replaced at any moment by a government agent? We must act now, before our very lives are stolen from us." Finally, someone had the sense to punch the stop button and the station cut hastily to an ad break. Arnold could hear Tom yelling and cursing in the control room. He pulled the earpiece off and looked around him. Well, he'd done it. He'd sacrificed every last bit of journalistic integrity he had for a few inches of flesh, but he doubted that anyone else in his position would have done anything different. Tom stormed down from the control room. He grabbed Arnold's arm and dragged him out into a corridor. "Have you gone fucking mad!" "Sorry Tom, I had to do it." "If you had evidence like that why the hell didn't you bring it to me? You _do_ have evidence?" "Not yet. Give me a day or so and I'll be able to tell you the whole story." Tom's jaw dropped. "You've just accused the government of the largest conspiracy in history and you've got nothing?!" Arnold backed away. "You don't know how sorry I am about all this. I've got to go now, there's an appointment I absolutely have to keep." "You get back here, you asshole!" Tom bellowed. Arnold just kept his head down and virtually ran from the building. Back in his car he sat there for a few moments. Even now he still couldn't believe this was happening to him, but he could feel the sock pressing against the new alien contours of his crotch. He started the engine up. After all this he couldn't let himself be late to the meeting. Halfway across the city Tanya sat back in the chair and sipped a small celebratory glass of champagne. As she had expected the broadcast had been terminated almost as soon as Arnold had deviated from the agreed text. But it had done enough. The country had been waiting for this report from the heart of the DNA story ever since the operation on Petrucci had gone wrong. Now they had a respected journalist giving dire warnings before being yanked from the air. Tanya smiled; she couldn't have timed it better if she had been in control of the broadcast. She raised her glass to the screen. "Good girl," she said. TO BE CONTINUED... --------------------------------------------------- Get free personalized email at http://www.iname.com . -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+