DNA  II
by  Stephanie

1.  Chapter

Cold and discomfort welcomed Paul as he struggled awake.  Outside, dawn 
was breaking.  Stiffly, he sat upright and watched the sun clear the hills on 
the horizon.

As he got up he felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest shift.  His eyes drifted 
over his large, firm breasts.  He had hoped that it had all been some insane 
dream.  That he still had his own tall, muscular body. Not a half female, half 
male one.

He could still remember vividly how the horror had started.  He had woken 
just two days previously and everything had been right with the world.  He 
had been a successful lawyer, with a big house and a hefty bank balance.  
And he had just spent the night making love to a stunningly beautiful young 
woman.  Despite the fact that she was not his girlfriend he had hoped to see 
her again.  But not nearly as soon as he did.

He saw her face reflected in the car window.  He still found it nearly 
impossible to believe it was now his.  He had been in the bathroom preparing 
to shave when he first noticed the change.  He had rubbed his chin and 
instead of feeling the usual coarse stubble his hand met soft unblemished 
skin.  And then before his eyes his face had been changed into Julies.  The 
strong masculine features slowly replaced by a woman's fragile beauty.

And it was a very beautiful face, but there was no comfort in that.  He had 
always considered himself lucky to have the handsome, slightly rugged 
looking face he had been born with.  Now it was lost, maybe forever.  I'll get 
it back!  he told himself angrily.  I won't let Anne do this to me.

Paul opened the door and climbed out of the car.  His body ached from the 
uncomfortable night he had spent on the back seat.  A cool breeze whipped 
his long blonde hair in front of his eyes.  He pushed it out of his face with a 
curse.  He was still unused to keeping such a mass under control.  Paul 
shivered as he remembered his hair turning blonde and almost exploding 
from his head in a blonde wave.  He had searched the hall mirror for any sign 
of his former self and had then punched the hateful image.  That was 
supposed to bring you seven years bad luck.  He had lost everything in just 
one morning.  Just how much more could happen to him?

Paul looked up and down the road.  It was flat and utterly empty. Which was 
just the way he wanted it.  He wanted as little to do with people as possible 
while stuck in this form.  He gave a huge sigh, feeling his large breasts rise 
and fall on his chest.  Then he got into the driving seat and pulled out the 
map.  His tits even got in the way of this simple operation.  How the hell 
could women deal with the wobbling mountains of flesh on their chests?

That was perhaps the worst memory Paul had of that terrible morning. Anne 
had arrived and was going to help him, or so she had said.  As she had been 
preparing a needle he had felt his chest start to shrink and grow at the same 
time.  His torso had been hard and muscled from all the hours he had spent in 
the gym.  But years of work had just flowed away in seconds.  As most of 
his chest had shrunk to a more dainty frame his eyes had watched in horror as 
his firm pectorals had grown into soft, large white pillows of flesh.  Anne 
had quickly injected him in the thigh.

But it had not been the cure he was desperately hoping for.  Anne had 
injected the DNA altering virus based on a fellow male researcher.  The two 
transforming viruses had met just above his hips and as Anne had hoped been 
unable to change already altered cells.  He was still half male, but no part of 
him was now unaltered.

She could have turned him back, Paul had no doubt about that.  She must 
have found out about him playing around and used her latest discovery to 
punish him.  Anne wouldn't have done that unless there was some way to 
cure him.  She had even used her own lab assistant, Jim, to trap him.  The 
girl he had made love to wasn't Julie after all, but Jim!

From the few times he had met Jim he seemed to be a normal guy.  There 
was no way he would have taken a part in Anne's crazed scheme without 
being sure he could regain his male self.

Paul studied the map.  If he made good time he should make it to Dr Michael 
Kingston by that afternoon.

He knew that if he was ever to be restored to his former maleness he was 
going to have to find another biologist who could reverse what Anne 
Chamberlain had done.  A few years back he had represented a Dr. Michael 
Kingston.  He had been charged with stealing other researchers results.  Paul 
knew he had done it and had managed to get him acquitted on a technicality of 
law.  Kingston's reputation, however, was shot to pieces and the last Paul 
had heard the only job he could get was at a fairly seedy establishment out 
east.

But Anne wasn't going to turn him back for months at least.  She would want 
to have her revenge first.  The only chance lay with finding Dr. Kingston.  
He put away the map and started the car.  As he pulled away the stearing 
wheel felt stiff in his hands and seemed to take a greater effort to turn.  His 
new arms were so weak and had none of the power he had spent so long 
building up over the years.

As the hours passed, Paul's mind wandered.  What had possessed Anne to 
do this to him?  Well, I should have known better than to get a scientist 
pissed at me, he thought.

In his urgency to reach his salvation Paul wasn't paying full attention to the 
car's instruments.  He only noticed he was doing over eighty miles per hour 
when the familiar wail of a police motorcycle started up behind him.  An 
almost irresistible urge to put his foot down went through Paul.  But he knew 
that a car as expensive and recognisable as his would get pursued right into 
town and he couldn't afford that.

Paul pulled over to the side of the road and the cop pulled in front of him.  
The cop took his time getting off his bike.  He's showing me that he calls the 
shots realised Paul.  He had done it himself in court, set your own pace and 
make the guy on the witness stand follow you.  Not the other way round.  
Paul felt fear building in his stomach.  He'd been pulled over before but he 
didn't feel nearly as confident this time.

The cop slowly sauntered over to the car and leaned in towards Paul. He 
could see his worried looking but still beautiful face reflected in the cop's 
mirror shades.  "Good mornin' miss.  You know why I pulled you over?"

"Ah, I think I accidentally went over the speed limit.  I'm sorry officer, it 
won't happen again." The cop didn't reply immediately, which only 
increased Paul's nervousness.  He knew he could have destroyed the cop on 
the witness stand.  He had done that so many times with solid witnesses.  He 
just thinks I'm some dumb female, he thought. He decided to try a bit of 
feminine charm and he smiled nervously.

The cop didn't react.  Paul hated the mirror shades, he couldn't tell where the 
man's eyes were looking.  But he could give a good guess. "Is this your car, 
miss?" He asked.

"Yes, it's mine."

The cop nodded, "Can I see your licence."

Paul froze.  His license was in the glove compartment, but it was absolutely 
useless.  No way would the cop believe the forty year old man on the license 
was now a teenaged girl.  "I...ah...haven't got it...right here."

"I see, where is it." He said in a slightly bored voice.

"Well, I...uh...lost it." Paul knew how lame it all sounded.  As a lawyer he 
had seen some poor liars on the witness stand and his excuse sounded as bad 
as the worst of them.

The cop obviously didn't believe any of it either.  "What would you like to 
bet that if I ran this car through the computer it would come up stolen."

Paul's jaw worked silently.  "It isn't, I swear!" He finally exclaimed.

The cop was silent for a few moments.  "Well, as I see it, you have two 
choices.  Either I call in and see if this car is registered in your name, and we 
both know it isn't.  Or...you can suck me off."

"What!!" Paul exclaimed, he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"I'm serious.  Suck me off and I'll let you go." The cop watched the pretty 
girl sweat.  She was acting as guilty as hell.  Probably stolen the car from 
some rich idiot she had fucked the night before.  It was his casual attitude to 
regulations that had landed him the post of traffic cop on a near deserted strip 
of road in the first place.  It was so dismal and boring he was entitled to have 
a little fun now and then.  "Well?"

Paul was frantic.  If he was arrested for theft Anne could easily come after 
him to bail him.  God only knows what she would turn him into for trying to 
escape.  He had to stay away from her at all costs. "Alright," he said quietly.

"What was that?" asked the cop playfully.  Got her, he thought.

"I said alright," Paul answered in a firmer voice.

"Say it, tell me what you're going to do."

"I-I'm going to suck your c-cock," Paul managed to say.  The phrase seemed 
alien in his mouth.

The cop smiled.  "Move over to the passenger seat and open the door."

Paul shifted over and opened the door.  The cop walked around; he was now 
facing the road and would be able to see anything coming in either direction, 
long before it arrived.  He unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.  
"Now, missy.  Don't try any funny business.  If you pull a fast one I'll have 
you busted for assault.  Understand?"

Paul gave a small nod.  He was watching the bulge in the cop's boxer shorts.  
In a few moments he was going to have to suck it into his mouth.  He was 
going to have to lick this man to a climax.

The cop looked down.  "Now pull down my shorts and give me the best 
blow job of my life."

Paul's hands shook as he reached up to the waistband on the shorts.  He 
could feel the heat from the cop's body against his fingers.  Trying not to 
think about what he was about to do he pulled the shorts down. His eyes 
locked onto the cop's semi-erect cock.  Paul started to rebel. I can't do this!  
he thought.

The cop must have seen Paul was ready to bolt and gripped the sides of his 
head, taking bunches of Paul's golden hair in each fist.  Slowly but surely he 
began to bring Paul's head closer to his cock.  Paul felt the strength in the 
cop's grasp and he knew that his own female frame couldn't resist it.

Then his mouth was just an inch from the cop's penis.  "Suck it!" 
commanded the cop.  Paul could feel the heat radiating from the cop's 
engorged organ.

Paul moved his mouth over the rapidly growing cock and closed his lips 
around the bulbous head.  The cop pulled Paul's head down and his mouth 
was suddenly full of hot prick.  Paul's mind was full of revulsion and he 
decided to get it over with as fast as possible.  He started moving his head up 
and down the hard pole, rubbing his tongue around the sensitive head each 
time he reached it.  It was all he could do to stop himself gagging on it.  But 
the fear of being beaten to a pulp managed to stop him throwing up on the 
cop.

The cop started moaning "Yes," over and over.  So Paul assumed he was 
doing something right.  The cop's hand dropped to one of Paul's breasts and 
roughly caressed it through the thin silk of the blouse.  "Open your blouse," 
ordered the cop.

Paul fumbled with the buttons and managed to open his blouse enough for 
the cop's hand to slip inside and around his breast.  The feeling of intimate 
contact that Paul was getting from the mauling caused a reaction in his body.  
Despite himself, his own cock started to stiffen and his nipples pushed out 
into the soft bra holding his ample breasts. He was reacting like any slut!  
Paul was absolutely horrified by his body's reaction.

The cop reached inside the bra and rubbed the obvious signs of arousal. He 
smiled.  "You really wanted it, didn't you?  To feel my meat in your mouth.  
I bet your pussy is dripping from all the attention you're getting."

Paul felt a fresh surge of panic.  If the cop found out that the girl sucking him 
off had a dick there would be no telling what he would do to Paul.  He had to 
bring him off now.  He reached up and grasped the cop's testicles and started 
to gently squeeze them in time to his pumping.

This seemed to do the trick and the cop quickly built to bursting point.  Just 
before he came he released Paul's tit and held on tight to Paul's head.  The 
cop strained and then hot, salty cum exploded into Paul's mouth.  Try as he 
might he couldn't pull away and he knew he had to swallow it.  He almost 
gagged as it went down, mostly because he knew what he was swallowing.

At last, the cop let him go and Paul retreated to the far side of the car.  The 
cop took the opportunity to slip into the car next to him. "That was good.  
You must have licked a lot of cocks in your time."

Paul kept quiet.  Wasn't he going to leave?

The cop continued, "You really are a cute piece of ass.  I could tell your 
pussy was wet while you sucked me off.  I could smell it."

"I doubt that," Paul said.  Please leave me alone!  his mind screamed.

"You're really turned on.  Let me give you what we both want." His hand 
found its way to Paul's knee.  Surely, he couldn't be ready to go again?  Paul 
knew this guy was going to play with him for hours and wasn't going to let 
up until he had fucked what he thought was a girl.

The hand started moving up Paul's leg towards his crotch.  He had to get 
away.  Without any warning Paul drove his elbow as hard as he could into 
the cop's stomach and then scrambled out of the car.  If he could hide in the 
undergrowth he should be safe.

The cop recovered much more quickly than Paul had expected.  He ran after 
Paul shouting, "I'll kill you for that, you bitch!" With his old body he could 
have knocked the guy clean out.  In his old body he would never have ended 
up in a situation like this.

The cop quickly covered the ground between them and grabbed Paul from 
behind.  A hand dug deep into one of Paul's soft breasts.  The other covered 
his mouth.  "You are going to regret that," said the cop.  "Now I won't be so 
nice with you." His hand left Paul's tit and journeyed downwards.  Paul 
knew where it was going, perhaps he could use this to his advantage.

The cop had already regained his erection.  He found this young thief a real 
turn on.  He wondered if she was a virgin.  His hand disappeared under the 
waistband of her pants and touched her crotch.  For a few seconds he 
couldn't understand what he felt there.  Not a soft pussy, but a cock and 
balls?  She was a he!

Paul bit deeply into the cop's hand and drove his elbow into the man's 
stomach again.  The cop howled in pain and Paul ran at full speed for his car.  
His breasts hurt as they bounced around on his chest, but he ignored the 
pain.  He had to get away!

The cop spent several seconds clasping his hand in pain and shock. That 
couldn't be a man, she looked too good.  He looked at his hand, the 
transvestite had drawn blood with his bite.  Anger flared through him and he 
turned around just in time to see the big breasted man leap into the car.  He 
charged the car and it just missed him as it pulled away.

He watched it speed away down the road.  Part of him wanted to chase it and 
arrest the freak.  But the rest of him was so disgusted at being sucked off by 
a man he decided to let it go.  Besides if he arrested him now the stories he 
would tell would probably finish the cop's career for good.  He walked 
slowly back to his bike to get the small first aid kit.  At least the bite wasn't 
that big.  A few days and it'd be okay.

In the car Paul was anxiously looking back for signs of pursuit.  It was over 
an hour before he managed to convince himself he was free of the cop.  He 
wondered whether he had infected him with the Julie DNA virus.  He quite 
liked the idea.  Now I know why the idea appealed to Anne, he thought.  His 
mind kept flicking back to what the cop had made him do and eventually he 
had to stop by the road side to throw up.

Several thankfully uneventful hours passed before the first signs of habitation 
came into view.  Soon he was deep into the small city.  He dug out his old 
case notes.  Dr.  Kingston had moved here after the trial and had told Paul 
where he was working.  It was another hour before he found the address.

He was convinced he had gone to the wrong address.  You couldn't have a 
research facility in a rundown office block.  But the name above the small 
reception foyer was correct.  Quince Biochemicals.

Now all he had to do was find Kingston and he was saved.  He tried and 
failed to get rid of a nagging doubt in his mind.  His ex-girlfriend Dr.  Anne 
Chamberlain was a very intelligent woman.  What if Dr. Kingston couldn't 
recreate her research?  What if he couldn't find the cure?  Then he'd be stuck 
as a circus freak forever.

He couldn't go back.  He had to go on and hope Dr.  Kingston was able and 
willing to help.

2.  Chapter

The reception area was fairly small and occupied by only two other people, a 
receptionist in her late thirties and an absolute mountain of a man.  He was a 
tall, wide and heavily muscled African-American.  Paul guessed he was 
security, though he wasn't wearing any sort of uniform.

Paul stepped nervously up to the receptionist.  She looked up from her 
computer terminal and said, "Welcome to Quince Biochemicals.  Can I help 
you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Doctor Kingston." Paul's feminine voice still sounded 
way too high to himself and he unconsciously cleared his throat.

The receptionist frowned.  "I don't recognise the name.  Hold on, I'll just 
check our records." She tapped at her computer for a few moments. "No, I'm 
sorry.  I have no record of a Doctor Kingston."

Paul's heart missed a beat.  "When did he leave?  Did he give a forwarding 
address?"

The receptionist shook her head.  "If your friend had worked here he would 
be in our records.  But we have never employed anyone by that name."

Paul was certain he had come to the right place and he knew Kingston had at 
least been here.  The receptionist must have got it wrong. "Could I speak to 
someone in charge."

"I am sorry, miss.  But everyone is busy right now."

Paul was starting to panic by now.  Kingston HAD to be there.  He was the 
only one who could help Paul regain his fully male shape.  "I know he's 
here!  I have to see him.  It's a matter of life and death!"

The security guard spoke for the first time.  "Look, the lady said he ain't 
here.  Now leave before I throw you out."

Paul had dealt with this sort of people before.  The trick was to threaten 
lawsuits, not violence.  They wouldn't want to risk a lawsuit and they would 
usually pass the buck to their superior.  "You lay one hand on me and I'll sue 
you and this company for every cent it's got!"

The guard advanced on him.  Paul stood his ground and tried to hide the fear 
he felt.  The man was huge; he would have dwarfed even Paul's old body.  
But he seemed to be twice as tall as Paul's new half-female body.  "Are you 
going to leave?"

"No.  I demand to speak your boss."

"Fair enough," said the guard and without any warning picked Paul up and 
put him over one broad shoulder.  With one arm securely around Paul's waist 
the guard headed for the door.

"Put me down!" he shouted.  His voice sounded slightly hysterical to his 
own ears.  This wouldn't have happened if he'd had his commanding male 
voice.  In frustration he beat his hands against the guard's back. Why would 
no one take him seriously anymore?

The guard left the reception and took Paul into an alley next to the building.  
Paul felt fear building up in him as he remembered his encounter with the 
cop.  What if the guard was going to try the same thing?  The guard removed 
Paul from his shoulder and put him down against the wall.  The huge black 
man towered over Paul, effectively boxing him in.  "Now I don't know what 
that was about.  But if I were you I'd stay away from here in future.  I don't 
want a pretty young girl like you getting hurt."

That sounded more like a warning than a threat to Paul.  "I understand. But I 
have to find him.  It's very important!"

The guard sighed.  "You are not listening to me.  He isn't here."

He's lying, thought Paul.  "Okay, I hear you.  I must have got the wrong 
address."

The guard gave a broad smile.  "That must be it.  I won't delay you any 
longer." With that he stepped back and Paul gladly made his way out of the 
alley.  He started the car and drove off before the guard changed his mind.

The guard made a mental note of the license plate as Paul left.  His superiors 
were not going to like this new complication.  He sighed and re-entered the 
building.

Paul had only gone a couple of blocks before he parked the car again. So near 
and yet so far.  He had to get in that building and find Dr. Kingston.  
Probably they hadn't wanted to disturb him with some lunatic off the street.  
Carefully he made his way back to the building.

From across the street he could see two entrances to the Quince Biochemicals 
building.  There was the main entrance and a larger side door in the alley 
which was probably for deliveries.  This was pointless.  Even if he did get in 
there he would be stopped long before he could find Kingston.

If he couldn't get to Michael Kingston, he was going to have to wait for the 
doctor to come to him.  Hopefully those two doors were the only way in and 
out of the building.  Presumably Michael didn't live there and would be 
heading home at some point.  All Paul had to do was wait.

Paul hid round the corner of another building where he could watch for 
Kingston without been seen by any of the guards.  The next few hours were 
fairly nerve wracking.  He could just see some street gang discovering him 
and deciding to have a little fun.  He missed the security his old body used to 
give him.  This new one was just built for looking good.  It wasn't practical 
at all.  He even had to be careful not to crush his breasts just looking around 
the corner.

It was close to eight o'clock before Michael Kingston finally appeared. It was 
starting to get dark and Paul was on the verge of giving up. Paul almost leapt 
for joy when he saw him.  There was his salvation! Paul started following 
him, his heart in his mouth.  How should he approach him?

Kingston stopped by a car and rummaged in his pockets for his keys.  It was 
now or never.  "Excuse me, Dr.  Kingston."

Michael Kingston looked up and looked at Paul.  "Yes?  Can I help you?" he 
said in a guarded voice.

"You probably don't recognise me, but we worked together a few years 
back."

Michael was quiet for a moments.  "Are you sure?  You barely look old 
enough to be out of school.  Where did you meet me?"

"I helped clear your name in your legal case.  Look, I really need your help 
and I think you'll be fascinated in my problem."

Michael turned and unlocked the car.  "I'm sure we've never met.  Now I 
have to go, I'm late."

He doesn't want to know, thought Paul.  If he'll only listen for a few 
minutes!  Michael opened the door of his car and climbed in.  That car has 
central locking, noticed Paul.  When Michael had unlocked one door he had 
unlocked them all.

Wasting no time, Paul shot round the car and leapt into the passenger seat.  
"What do you think you're doing?  Get out!" shouted Michael.

"Shut up, or I'll start screaming rape." This seemed to quiet Michael down as 
he realised what sort of situation that would put him in. "Okay, now you 
must have heard about Dr.  Anne Chamberlain and the sort of research she is 
doing."

"Um, yeah.  So what?" He was obviously confused about the sudden twist in 
the conversation by Paul.

"She's my ex-girlfriend."

"Your...ex-girlfriend.  I didn't know she was a lesbian."

"She isn't."

"But you just said..." Started Michael, totally lost by now.

"She is doing research into modifying a person's DNA by introducing an 
engineered, but harmless, virus into their bodies."

Michael shrugged.  "So are a lot of people.  Any breakthrough is still decades 
away."

"No, Anne's done it.  And she used me as her guinea pig.  In fact she 
infected me with two different viruses.  Below the waist I'm still male." 
Michael's eyes bulged a little at that statement.  "I'm Paul Roberts, the lawyer 
that saved your ass."

"Oh, this is ridiculous.  Get out of my car now!"

"If that's the way you want it." Paul wound down the window.  "Help! 
Rape!" he screamed out of the car window.

"Christ!  Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Paul smiled.  "Right, lets go back to your place and I'll give you some more 
proof.  You do live alone?"

"Yeah."

The rest of the drive was in silence.  Paul looked at Michael, was he really 
going to be able to help him?  Anne was near the top of her profession while 
Kingston was working in some seedy establishment.  Of course, that could 
be because of his poor reputation and it might have nothing to do with his 
actual ability.  But what choice did he have? At least Kingston would help 
him.

Michael's apartment was in a more upmarket part of the city.  He didn't say 
anything until both he and Paul were indoors.  "Okay, now what the hell is 
this all about?"

"A few days ago my girlfriend, Anne Chamberlain, found out I was seeing 
other women.  She deliberately infected me with two DNA viruses.  So my 
top half is female and the bottom half is male."

"You're mad," whispered Michael.

In response Paul started removing his blouse.  Michael started to protest but 
Paul ignored him.  He didn't like having to do this at all, but he had to give 
some proof or Michael was going to consider him a lunatic.

He could feel Michael's eyes crawling over his breasts.  He hated them. 
Every slightest movement they made reminded him of what Anne had done to 
him.  She had stripped him of his near perfect male body and replaced it with 
feminine softness.

Next he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.  He was wearing 
matching panties, which did nothing to disguise the male genitalia he 
possessed.

"My God, you are a man," gasped Michael.  "I'd never have guessed."

"You haven't been listening," snapped Paul.  "My top half IS female now.  
Based on Anne's niece, I believe.  The bottom half is that of some lab 
assistant of hers.  If you ran DNA tests on skin from my arm and my leg 
you'd get two different results."

Michael shook his head.  "It's impossible.  Technology like that does not 
exist."

Paul sighed and pointed to just below his belly button.  "Look here. There's 
the join."

Michael bent closer to get a better look.  The skin beneath a certain point had 
a different texture and was just slightly darker than the skin on Paul's upper 
body.  Maybe there was some truth in this crazy story.

He stood up and Paul started to put his clothes back on.  "I still can't believe 
you were Paul Roberts."

"I am Paul Roberts!  Remember the night before we went to court.  You 
wanted to throw yourself on the mercy of the court and confess all.  It took 
me several hours and a bottle of whisky to convince you to trust me."

"So what do you want from me?"

"I want you to cure me," said Paul.  "I can't go back to Anne, she did this to 
me in the first place."

"Cure you!  I haven't the first clue how that virus works." A thought struck 
him.  "Is it contagious?"

"You only get it from intimate contact.  You're okay, you won't start 
growing breasts."

Michael regarded the unwilling transsexual in front of him.  "This is what I'll 
do.  Tomorrow I'll take two samples from you and run a simple gene test on 
you.  If they match you're out of here, okay?"

Paul nodded, "Fair enough.  And when they don't match you'll start looking 
for a cure."

"It's a deal.  Where are you staying?  I'll give you a lift."

"I haven't got anywhere.  I only got here a few hours back."

Michael thought for a moment.  He still couldn't believe that the beautiful 
young creature in front of him was male.  Despite incontrovertible evidence 
of his gender.  The face seemed so feminine. Surely no man could look so 
good, so natural.  Maybe Paul's outlandish story was true.  "Okay, you can 
sleep on the couch tonight.  Tomorrow you look for somewhere permanent to 
stay."

Find a place of his own?  Paul had no real idea how long it would take 
Michael to come up with a cure.  Until he did he was going to have to support 
himself.  If he was careful with his money he could probably get a reasonable 
apartment for a few months.  Surely it shouldn't take any longer than that for 
Michael to undo the damage Anne had done to him.

Paul helped Michael make the couch into a makeshift bed.  It wasn't long 
before he was fast asleep.  The exertions of the day and the small amount of 
sleep he had been getting had tired his new body.

Michael Kingston was going through stacks of various scientific journals late 
into the night.  During her research Dr.  Chamberlain had published many 
papers and Michael absorbed every one of them.  Their tone was extremely 
cautious but the direction of her research clearly pointed to the DNA-altering 
virus Paul claimed had affected him.

She must have made a huge breakthrough.  Then another thought struck him.  
This research was probably top secret.  Chamberlain might not have 
announced her discovery even to the heads of the research institute she 
belonged to.  Therefore, she almost certainly hadn't registered any patents 
yet.  All he had to do was crack the secret of the virus and file a claim and the 
untold millions the patent would bring him would allow him to retire in 
luxury.

But he would have to be a hell of a lot cleverer than the last time he had tried 
to pass someone else's research off as his own.  I'll worry about that later, he 
thought.  First I'll have to see how it works.  If I can restore Paul he could 
probably help me with the legal difficulties.  He certainly would like to hurt 
Anne after what she did to him.  This could restore his reputation and his 
fortune.

3.  Chapter

Paul slept better that night than he had since his transformation.  For the first 
time there was light at the end of the tunnel.  It was just after eight in the 
morning that Paul woke up.  It was very quiet in the apartment.  Michael 
wasn't up yet.  The small amount of clothes he had lay on a chair in a small 
pile.  He didn't like the idea, but he was going to need new clothes.  Female 
clothes.  Well, at least he could choose ones that were less revealing.

Normally he started the morning with some simple exercises.  He had let 
them slip but he decided to do them while he waited for Michael to get up.  It 
felt very different than when he did them in his old body.  His upper body 
was far more supple than he was used to and his lower male half was 
obviously far less fit and had been a stranger to exercise. His breasts bobbed 
and tugged at his chest with every movement.  He had to stop several times 
just to readjust his bra and stop his breasts escaping.  Surely there was a bra 
designed to stop breasts popping out during strenuous exercise.

He took his small bundle of clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. In 
the shower he methodically cleaned his body.  It was still so alien to him.  He 
still jumped every time he saw a young woman in the mirror.

He touched his breasts, lifting and holding them.  It felt so strange to have 
such weights on his chest.  He felt his nipples start to tingle.  They were a 
hundred times as sensitive as his old male nipples and seemed to have a life 
of their own.  He remembered how they had sprung erect when Jim in Julie's 
body had sucked him off.  He also recalled how they had reacted during their 
mauling by the cop.  He brushed the nipples lightly with his fingers and 
shivered at the feelings he was getting.  Paul got out of the shower and tried 
to ignore the odd sensations of his body as he towelled himself dry.

His long blonde hair seemed to take ages to dry and it took some effort to 
comb the knots out.  Finally he was as satisfied as he could be about his 
appearance and he headed out looking for breakfast.

Michael had appeared at last but still looked tired.  "Not much sleep?" asked 
Paul.

"I was up late reading some of Chamberlain's papers.  Fascinating stuff.  But 
there isn't any indication that she has developed a fully working virus."

"She wants to stay ahead of the competition.  Not really surprising, this is the 
discovery of the century.  Fame and fortune are hers if she gets there before 
anyone else." Paul helped himself to a bowl of breakfast cereal.  "So when 
can we start with testing my DNA?"

"Well...there's no time like the present."

"Your boss won't mind you dropping whatever you are doing now for this?"

"No.  Not for something this important.  Quince has never really cared for 
rules and regulations." Michael lapsed into silence as his mind started to fill 
with questions.  How did the virus work?  Did it just mask the old DNA or 
completely rewrite it?

Paul could barely wait till Michael was ready.  At last his nightmare was 
approaching its end.  Soon he would be restored to full manhood. After a 
hurried breakfast they were soon on their way to Michael's lab.

Paul's good mood was dampened somewhat as they neared Michael's 
workplace.  "Stop the car!" he screamed.

Michael slammed on the brakes.  "What is it?" He asked.

Paul scrambled out of the car and over to the sidewalk.  Michael looked 
around to see what had upset Paul so much.  All he could see was an empty 
street.

Paul was looking down at the sidewalk where some broken glass was 
scattered.  "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  My fucking car's been stolen!" shouted Paul in 
frustration.  He should have known better than to leave his car in an area like 
this overnight.  "They got my fucking credit cards as well!"

"How much money have you got left?" Michael asked as Paul climbed back 
into the car.

"Barely enough for a few days with my cards gone."

"Paul, I'm not going to be able to support both you and me.  My salary is 
barely enough for me to live on as it is.  So you're going to have to think 
about getting a job."

Paul stared at him.  "A job?"

"Yeah.  I could hardly pick and choose my own job after the trial and I 
haven't got any savings.  It may take months to find a cure..."

"MONTHS!?" interrupted Paul.

"That's just a worst case scenario.  It probably won't come to that, but you 
have to prepare for the worst."

The rest of the journey was done in silence.  Paul knew that wasn't the worst 
case scenario.  At worst he would be stuck like this forever. When they 
arrived outside Quince Biochemicals Paul could see the huge black guard was 
on duty again inside.  He recognised Paul as he entered.

"It's alright, Jeff," said Michael.  "She's with me."

"Has Mr.  Quince cleared her?" replied the guard.

"No, but I'll vouch for her," said Michael, a little uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm not sure.  You know what Mr.  Quince is like about security."

"Okay.  Look, if you get one of your people to keep an eye on her while 
she's here today.  Then I'll talk to Mr.  Quince and clear it with him."

The guard thought about it.  "Okay.  But the first sign of trouble and she's 
out.  Understand?"

"No problem.  You won't be any trouble, will you, Paula?"

Paul was momentarily confused by the feminine version of his name and then 
shook his head.

As they walked down to the lab Paul said, "Paula?"

"Sorry.  It was all I could think of on the spur of the moment."

Paul was rather surprised by the lab.  It was nowhere near as well equipped 
as Anne's.  Michael saw the look on Paul's face.  "I know, I don't get the 
latest equipment here.  But what I've got should be good enough."

Michael started to prepare to take samples from Paul.  Despite Michael's 
assurances, Paul wasn't totally convinced.  The lab didn't make sense to 
Paul, surely the company was too small to support a research and 
development facility.  And the lab didn't seem part of any production line.  It 
just didn't make sense to him.

Just then the door opened and another heavily muscled guard entered. This 
one was white and bald.  He eyed Paul's large breasts, making no effort to 
hide the lust in his eyes.

Paul did his best to ignore the guard as Michael took two small samples of 
skin and some swabs from his mouth.  "Right I'll run some tests on these."

Michael launched into a series of tests, none of which Paul understood. Paul 
got bored sitting around and ended up helping Michael in his experiments.

For Michael the time flew past.  Some simple tests with samples from himself 
quickly established some change was happening.  But he needed something 
more concrete to convince Quince this was something worth researching.  He 
turned to the guard, "Bill, get one of the test mice."

The guard grudgingly did what he was told.  Paul looked on as Michael 
prepared a syringe.  "You going to see if it has any effect on the mouse?"

"From what I've read, the DNA virus should be able to alter any mammalian 
DNA. You see, I need proof to take to Mr Quince otherwise he isn't going to 
let me do the research you need to solve your problem."

The door to the lab burst open and in stalked an imposing man in an 
immaculate suit.  "Speak of the devil," muttered Michael.

Quince was in his late thirties, his brown hair already going grey. "What the 
hell is going on, Kingston?" he demanded.  Paul noted he wasn't that tall, but 
he seemed to dominate everyone else in the room. "I thought you knew better 
than to bring your girlfriend here."

"Mr.  Quince, I can explain.  Look at this." Michael quickly held the mouse 
down and injected it with the solution.  I hope this works, he prayed to 
himself.

Almost instantly the mouse started to writhe and change under his hand. 
Michael jerked back his hand and stared at the mouse.  Its fur receded and its 
arms and legs began to grow.  Its claws grew into impossibly tiny fingers, 
recognisably human.  Then suddenly it stopped and the twisted creature lay 
still, obviously dead.

Paul turned away and fought down the urge to be sick.

"What is that?" asked Quince in absolute disbelief.

"It's the reason I brought this person here.  Here, let me show you my 
notes," answered Michael.  Quince went through the records asking 
questions at various points as Michael explained Paul's story.

Paul's eyes were dragged unwillingly back to the dead mouse.  It hadn't 
completed the change to human, it was still three quarters mouse.  He turned 
to Michael.  "W-why didn't it change all the way?"

Michael thought for a moment.  "Probably the difference in size between a 
human and a mouse was too great.  The mouse didn't have the resources to 
complete the change and no human that size could live." He turned back to 
Quince and continued explaining.  Quince was lapping it up, his eyes bright 
with excitement and ideas.

Paul was chilled by the look.  He tried to shake it off.  At least Quince would 
throw his whole weight behind the project now.  He went to the far side of 
the lab and opened the window.  The fresh air helped calm him down.  But in 
his stomach the fear remained.  The thing that had killed the mouse and 
twisted its body was running free and unchecked through every cell in his 
body.

He tried to think about something else.  He needed to get a job to support 
himself.  How was he going to do that?  He couldn't be a lawyer and he had 
no identity he could use.  When was this nightmare going to end?

Paul felt eyes on him and turned around to see Quince staring at him in lust.  
But not the sexual desire most men had shown since he had become half-
female.  It was pure greed.  Quince didn't see a person, he saw a meal ticket 
to a personal fortune.

Paul shuddered and turned away.

4.  Chapter

The man was in his early twenties, smelled fairly bad and had greasy hair.  
But what really filled Paul with disgust was the way that he was drooling 
over Paul's breasts.

Paul wanted to just pummel the man's face in.  Instead he just smiled and 
said, "Would you like fries with that?"

The man smiled.  "Yeah.  Say, what are you doing when you finish work? 
Perhaps I could take you out for a drink?"

Paul glared at him and the man visibly paled.  "Or maybe not." He paid for 
his burger and fries and retreated to one of the bolted-down tables.

"I hate that the most about working here.  When the lowlifes try to pick you 
up.  Why do they try?" Mandy asked in an annoyed tone.

Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash register.  "Maybe they get turned 
on by the uniform."

Mandy flashed one of her broad smiles.  She was one of the bright spots of 
Paul's day so far.  Mandy was shorter than Paul, barely reaching five feet in 
height.  She had a mop of brown hair in a pageboy cut and a slim athletic 
looking body.  Her breasts were small, but seemed the perfect size to Paul.  
Anything bigger would have left her body looking unbalanced.  She looked a 
little like an elf would, and the first time Paul had met her he had almost 
checked her for pointed ears.

Paul loathed the job itself.  It was utterly menial and needed no mental effort 
whatsoever.  All he had to do was listen to the moronic customers telling him 
what they wanted.  Then he had to push the buttons on the till, each marked 
with pictures of the various pieces of food on offer.  And then shout the order 
back to the kitchen.  He had always looked down on the people who worked 
here as lazy idiots who couldn't be bothered to work for a good job like his.

It had quickly become apparent when he had started looking for work that he 
was qualified for only two jobs.  Serving burgers was infinitely preferable to 
a night-club or strip joint.  So here he was, in a dayglow yellow-and-green 
uniform, bored out of his skull.

He had been sleeping in Michael's apartment for over a week and had rarely 
left it.  Michael had become insistent that he find a job and moved out.  He 
said his stretched resources couldn't cover Paul as well.  Paul had suggested 
asking Quince for a loan, but Michael had refused point blank to do anything 
like that.

With the meagre salary from the burger bar he would just be able to afford a 
dingy one room apartment.  This isn't forever, he kept telling himself.  Just 
until Michael could come up with a cure.  To give him his due, Michael was 
working flat-out on the virus.  Paul didn't really see why he had to move out.  
Surely the cure wouldn't take the several months Michael had said it would?

He had blown about half his money buying some more underwear, which he 
had needed.  In the lingerie section he had felt like an invader, as if at any 
moment his true gender would be revealed.  If any of the assistants thought 
he was anything other than a shy girl, they hadn't let on.  He had made his 
purchases with the minimum of embarrassment and left.

Paul realised Mandy was talking to him.  "Sorry?"

"I said it's time for our lunch break.  Unless you're enjoying yourself too 
much."

Paul gladly followed her upstairs to a small room with a coffee machine and 
some chairs.  He kicked off his shoes and sat down.  Mandy started making 
some coffee as Paul flicked through some of the papers lying around.

"What are you looking for?" asked Mandy.

"Somewhere to live.  But there's no place cheap enough for me to afford."

Mandy sighed and sat down beside Paul.  "Yeah, I know what you mean. 
I'm probably going to have to move out of my apartment because I can't keep 
up with the rent.  It's a great place considering the money I pay for it, but 
since the girl I shared it with moved back home I'm struggling to meet the 
rent all the time." She paused and then added, "So how about it, Paula?"

"How about what?" Paul asked.

"Share the rent with me, silly.  The spare bedroom is very nice."

Paul looked at Mandy.  He belatedly realised she was serious.  When Mandy 
looked at Paul she didn't see a forty-year-old involuntary transsexual.  
Instead she saw a pretty girl, around her own age, down on her luck.  Why 
not, thought Paul.  It was better than any other options he had, and he had 
gotten along well with Mandy since he had met her the day before.  "Thanks, 
Mandy.  I owe you for this."

"Nonsense.  It's us girls against the world, isn't it?"

"Uh...yeah." She is very cute, thought Paul.  He clamped down on that 
feeling.  He knew it could only bring him trouble.

"So when can you move in?  Do you need a hand with your stuff?"

Paul laughed.  "Slow down.  I can move in now if you like, and all my stuff 
will fit in one bag."

Mandy looked concerned.  "You've had some bad luck recently, haven't 
you?" Paul nodded.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Uhh...no, not really."

"Okay, no problem.  If you do want to talk about it, I'll be there for you."

Paul thanked her, glad that she hadn't pressed the issue.  He was going to 
have to come up with a cover story at some point.

5, Chapter

"How is your research progressing, Doctor?" Quince asked.

Michael rubbed his eyes and looked up.  "It's going to take months to work 
out how Chamberlain did it."

"But do you know enough about it to be able to use it?  Can you reverse what 
was done to your friend?"

"I have two different DNA viruses here.  I've found a way to remove the 
DNA signatures from the viruses, but that won't cure him.  These blank 
viruses will pick up any DNA they come into contact with and incorporate it 
into themselves.  So they'll immediately pick up the DNA from his altered 
cells, and we're back where we started."

"But you can create viruses with anybody's DNA?"

Michael looked up and saw the glint in Quince's eyes.  "Theoretically, yes.  
But I have no idea if, in clearing Paul's DNA from the virus, I've damaged it 
somehow.  It could be fatal."

Quince nodded.  "We'll wait until you're absolutely sure before we go any 
further.  However, I would like you to produce some viruses using DNA 
from other people."

"Sure," agreed Michael.  At the back of his mind he wondered what, if 
anything, Quince had planned for the other viruses.  He knew better than to 
ask.

"I still can't discover how to remove or replace a virus once someone has 
been changed by it.  Paul is convinced Chamberlain knew how, but she 
designed it.  It may take me a while to crack it."

"I fully understand," said Quince.  "You can't rush these things.  Let me 
know if you make any breakthroughs." He turned and left the lab without 
waiting for an answer.  He smiled as he walked back to his office.  He had 
never seen Kingston so enthusiastic.

                            ****************

The blonde, buxom girl said hello as she entered the reception of Quince 
Biochemicals.

Jeff smiled and replied, "Morning, Miss Roberts." His smile slowly faded as 
she walked past.  Where did she fit in all this?  She seemed to still be in her 
teens, but she had a maturity way beyond her years. And there was 
something about the way she walked that didn't seem quite right to him.

Paula Roberts had appeared a week before, in a desperate state demanding to 
see Dr.  Kingston.  Eventually, Jeff had had to carry her out of the building 
to get rid of her.  The next day, she had returned with Kingston, and now 
was the center of some frenetic activity by both the doctor and Quince.

He was still trying to fit all the pieces together when one of the other security 
guards entered reception.  "Hey, Bill.  Could you look after reception for a 
bit?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, okay.  Don't be too long, alright?"

"No problem.  Just got to answer a call of nature." Jeff made his way back to 
the rear of the building.  He had been itching to have a look all day to see if 
the information was correct.  But only now, towards evening, was the 
building empty enough for him to risk it.  The door was unmarked and 
locked, but Jeff had the key.  It was the almost total access to every room in 
the building that had led Jeff to apply for the job of security guard, and his 
references seemed perfect for the position.

He quietly opened the door, and looked in at the darkened storeroom. If his 
contact was correct, the box he was looking for would have been delivered 
that morning.  A quick search of the room located the large box tucked away 
in a corner.

Jeff opened the box.  It was full near to the brim with little bottles of tablets.  
He picked up one, and read the serial number.

It matched!  He pocketed the bottle.  It wouldn't be missed out out of a full 
box.  Jeff closed the box and switched off the light.  He slipped out of the 
room and locked it again.  Quince was very careful, but at last Jeff had 
something on him.

He returned to the reception, and took over from the bald-headed guard who 
was almost asleep on his feet.  Inside, Jeff was exultant, but he was careful 
not to allow any of it to show on his face.  At last he was getting somewhere.

                             ***************

"It's not great, but it's home." Mandy shut the front door and showed Paul 
into the main room.

"You've got a nice place here.  Much better than what I could have looked 
forward to on my own," Paul said.  He had been expecting a small, dingy 
apartment.  And it was small, but Mandy had obviously put a lot of thought 
into how to decorate the place.

Mandy showed Paul around.  There wasn't that much to see:  two small 
bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom.  Paul dropped the bag carrying the few 
belongings he had left and joined Mandy in the kitchen.

"Can you cook?" she asked.

"Very badly, I'm afraid," Paul replied.

"Same here.  Oh, well.  Let's see what we can come up with." Mandy didn't 
have that much in the way of food, but together, Mandy and Paul managed to 
make a reasonable dinner.

Mandy suggested they have a bottle of wine as a way to welcome Paul to the 
apartment.  She was far more open and talkative away from the burger bar 
and Paul couldn't help smiling along with her.  Mandy had come to the city a 
few years before after what was left of her family had fallen apart.  She was 
in fact twenty-one, which was about five years older than she looked to Paul.

They finished off the wine almost before they realised it.  Paul felt slightly 
drunk, which was unusual from so little alcohol.  Together they sat on the 
one couch and watched an action film with Harrison Ford in it.  About half an 
hour into the film, Mandy shifted her head over and rested it on Paul's 
shoulder.

His first reaction was that this was a subtle come-on on Mandy's part. Then 
he had to remember who he now appeared to be.  He still thought of himself 
as a forty-year-old man instead of the young woman he appeared to be.  As 
far as Mandy was concerned, it was a purely innocent action so that she could 
see the television better.

Paul looked down at Mandy.  She was so close that he could smell her 
intoxicating female scent.  He might look like a woman, but he was still male 
where it counted.  In his silken panties, he could feel his cock stiffening.  
Perhaps it was a mixture of the wine and the odd situation, but Paul felt a 
strong sensation of lust run through him. Even his nipples were reacting to 
his thoughts.

He could imagine lowering Mandy to the floor and opening her blouse to 
expose her perfectly formed breasts, kissing one, and drawing the excited 
spike of her nipple into his mouth.  Then he'd slowly enter her tight, wet 
pussy and bring her to several climaxes before powerfully pumping his cum 
into her.

Paul looked down past his aroused breasts to see his erection.  It wasn't 
blatantly obvious in the baggy pants he was wearing, but he had better do 
something about it before Mandy noticed.  "Excuse me.  Have to go to the 
bathroom."

Mandy lifted her head off his shoulder, and Paul stumbled out into the hall 
and across into the bathroom.  Thankfully, there was a lock on the door.  He 
virtually ripped his blouse and pants off.

His panties were at bursting point, and he gladly slipped them off to expose 
his raging hard-on.  He grasped its hot length in his hand and slowly started 
to masturbate.  His cock, like the rest of him, had been altered by the DNA 
viruses.  It was no longer than his original penis, but it was definitely thicker.

All that mattered to him now was relieving himself of the sexual tension that 
had built up in him.  Paul concentrated on an image of Mandy lying naked on 
a bed, waiting for him to come and fuck her brains out.  He imagined her 
eagerly taking his cock deep into her throat.

By now he was pumping hard on his straining cock with one hand while the 
other had slipped into his bra.  As he caressed his own breasts he imagined 
they belonged to Mandy, despite the fact that they were much bigger than 
hers.  The luxurious sensation from his breasts combined with the pressure in 
his balls sent him over the edge, and he had an explosive orgasm.  White cum 
splattered across the wall and on the floor.  He managed to stop himself from 
crying out as he came.

The intensity of the orgasm left him a little shaky and drained. Slowly, he 
came back to himself as he stood there, still absentmindedly rubbing his 
super-sensitive nipples.  He quickly wiped himself down with a towel and 
cleaned the semen off the floor and walls with toilet paper.  Paul opened the 
window to clear the smell from the small room. He quickly dressed and went 
back to join Mandy.

"You took your time.  Did you fall in?" she asked as Paul returned.

"No, I just don't rush," Paul said a little defensively.

"My Dad was like that.  Used to take the paper in with him and we never saw 
him until he had finished it.  Are you alright?  You look a little flushed."

"That's...just the wine.  It affects me like that sometimes." Paul was glad to 
see Mandy accepted his explanation.

"Come on.  The film's just getting to a good bit.  Harrison Ford is really 
sexy, isn't he."

Paul sat back down on the couch.  "He's okay, I suppose.  If you like that 
sort of thing."

"Oh, come on!  Don't tell me you prefer big, muscle-bound Neanderthals. 
He's far better than Schwartzenegger and those other morons.  Say, that wine 
really does affect you.  Your face is bright red, Paula."

6.  Chapter

"Are you sure about this?" asked Quince.

"Enough to know we have a severe security breach." The other man was 
small and wiry.  He wore an ill-fitting suit and was carrying a folder. From 
the folder he produced several photographs.

Quince scanned each one.  They clearly showed one of his security guards, 
Jeff Stockwell, in a bar with another man.  "Do we know who this other guy 
is, Simonds?"

"He's a cop.  We don't know if Stockwell is a cop as well or just an 
informant." replied Simonds.

"Damn.  How much do they know?"

"Not enough to move against us yet, obviously.  But it's only a matter of 
time.  We should use this time to destroy any evidence and get out while we 
can."

Quince sat down behind his desk.  He was quiet for several moments. 
Simonds knew better than to disturb him.  Finally, Quince said, "Maybe we 
could remove Stockwell from the scene."

"The second he disappears, this place will be raided.  You know that." 
Simonds replied in a perplexed voice.

"Not if he doesn't disappear."

Simonds shook his head.  "Now you've lost me."

Quince smiled as he got up and headed to the door.  "Come on, I'll let you in 
on a little secret."

                             **************

A sharp, pounding headache drew Jeff back to consciousness.  It took him 
several long minutes to gather his wits.  He was lying on a bare concrete 
floor in a small room.  It had no window and only one dim lightbulb.

How had he gotten there?  He sorted his memories into some kind of order.  
He had been going back to the cheap room he was living in during this 
operation.  Someone had been there, and had jumped him when he had 
entered.

Had his cover been blown?  If it had, the question was what would Quince 
do with him.  He struggled upright, and examined the door.  It was a very 
solid wooden door, and even his strength wouldn't budge it. All he could do 
was wait and hope that there was some opportunity he could exploit.

Outside the door, three figures were standing.  "Okay, let's do it."

Simonds said, "I still think we could do with some more men.  Stockwell is 
as strong as an ox."

Quince smiled.  "I think Bill will be able to handle him.  Open the door."

Simonds unbolted the door and drew it open.

Jeff looked up to see Quince and Simonds standing in the room beyond, but 
his attention was rapidly drawn to the far larger figure standing between them 
in front of the door.  It was a heavily-muscled, black man with Jeff's face!

He was frozen with shock.  The other man took the advantage and grabbed 
Jeff, dragged him out of the room, forced him face down on the floor and 
twisted Jeff's arm behind him to make sure he couldn't get up.

Jeff was in no position to try to get up; he was far too shocked. Where could 
they have found someone who was absolutely identical to him?  It was 
impossible!

Quince almost laughed.  He had gotten his tame doctor to make a DNA-
altering virus based on Jeff, and injected it into Bill.  It had taken the better 
part of several hours to convince the bald, white guard that it was safe.  
Now, Bill was an exact copy of Jeff.  Quince waved Simonds over, 
"Quickly, the syringe!"

Simonds carefully removed the syringe from the case he had been holding 
tightly in his hands.  The last thing he wanted was to accidentally inject 
himself with it.  He jabbed it inexpertly into Jeff's arm. Quickly, he injected 
the syringe's clear contents into Jeff.  He stood back and nodded to Quince.

"Okay, Bill, you can stand back now," Quince said calmly, despite the 
excitement he felt.

The guard released Jeff and stepped away from his twin.

Jeff didn't know why he had been released, but he decided to make the best 
of it.  He struggled to his feet, and was about to make a break for it when the 
strangest feeling overcame him.  The arm which had been injected felt 
different somehow.  He held out the arm in front of him and his heart 
hammered with the shock of what he saw.

It was shrinking!  The well-defined muscles were just vanishing.  What had 
they injected into him?  He brought his new, much smaller hand closer.  It 
hadn't just shrunk.  It had been altered.

The skin on the arm, while still brown, was a shade or two lighter than it 
should have been.  The hand itself was refined and much smaller than his 
other hand, as if the bone structure had shrunk as well.

The area of strangeness was still spreading.  He felt the feeling of alteration 
enter his left shoulder and start spreading across his upper body.  Jeff was 
near to total panic.  Was he dying?

Then he felt his neck being rearranged.  It, too, was becoming slender and 
losing most of the muscles around it.  "What have you done to me?" cried 
Jeff, but his voice was no longer his own.  Instead of the bass rumble he had 
been used to since adolescence, he now had a high, feminine pitched voice.  
He looked back at his changed hand.  It hadn't shrivelled.  It was a woman's 
hand.  Somehow, whatever they had injected into him was turning him 
female.

The virus worked its way up into his head, and he could feel long, curly hair 
spilling onto his shoulders.  The rate of change was speeding up now.  
Under his T-shirt appeared two bumps, quickly multiplying in size.  He 
slapped his hands over them in a desperate effort to stop them growing, as if 
he could push the lumps back into himself.  His breasts started to hurt from 
the pressure of his hands, which were almost enveloped in the soft flesh he 
was acquiring.  His mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.  He 
had tits, huge and heavy.  He closed his eyes and tried to make them go away 
by sheer will power, but he could still feel his large, jiggling breasts hanging 
from his chest.

By now, the virus was reaching his crotch, and Jeff forgot all about the 
mammaries he had grown.  He thrust his hand into his pants but it was 
already too late.  The anatomy that greeted his hand was familiar, but he had 
never expected to find it on himself.  He had a pussy!  His cock and balls 
were gone.  As he searched for any sign of his former maleness, his hips 
widened into a shape designed for childbirth.  Jeff started whimpering in 
absolute shock and slowly collapsed to the floor.

Quince had watched Jeff's transformation from a burly guard to a well-
stacked slut with quiet fascination.  No one would believe that the beautiful 
girl had ever been anything other than female.  Quince had not been 
convinced that the virus could work on a human without killing him.  Now 
he had seen it in action twice, and he knew it was safe.  Dr.  Kingston still 
had no way to reverse the process, and he was unsure if he could ever find 
one.  Quince had had to lie to Bill before the guard had agreed to take Jeff's 
place.  It had also taken a large sum of money that Quince had absolutely no 
intention of paying.

He walked over to the shivering woman.  He crouched beside her and 
grabbed her face.  Her eyes were filled with pure terror.  "This is what I do to 
people who betray me," he told her.  "You're going back in your room for 
the night, and tomorrow you'll give me details of exactly what you've been 
up to.  If you don't tell me the whole truth, you're going to be stuck in that 
bitch's body for the rest of your life."

She didn't resist as he helped her up and put her back in the bare room.  
Quince knew that she was probably in deep shock, and probably wasn't even 
able to remember her own name at that moment.  He hoped that by the 
morning, she would have recovered enough to be interrogated.

In the room, Jeff sat in a corner listening to the sound of her gasps. Even 
they sounded feminine.  A part of her was screaming that this was only a 
dream, that she was still male.  But, deep down, she knew that was no longer 
true.

7.  Chapter

Some time had passed.  Jeff had no idea how much.  The small room had no 
windows, only a low-powered lightbulb, so she couldn't even tell if night 
had fallen or if it was already dawn outside.  The events of the last few hours 
played relentlessly through Jeff's mind.  Somehow, Quince had turned her 
from an imposing male cop into a well-endowed woman.

For the first time since that impossible event had happened, Jeff managed to 
calm herself down enough to examine her new body.  She looked down at 
her chest.  When she had put the T-shirt on that morning, it had been tight 
against her muscled torso and thick arms. Now it was as loose as a tent.  It 
was still tight in one area though, where her breasts stretched the material.

She closed her eyes and pulled the T-shirt off.  The soft curls of her long hair 
brushed against her bare shoulders, but she ignored the strange sensation as 
her eyes drank in the incredible sight before her. Two brown globes of 
feminine flesh sat heavily on her chest.  They were beautiful breasts; large but 
firm, with perfect skin.  Gently, she held them in her small hands.

They were real, not some prosthetics.  She could feel her hands lifting her 
new breasts.  She released them and ran a finger over one nipple. It was huge 
compared to her old male nipple, and much more sensitive. She ran her finger 
around it.  The nipple tingled and grew.

She grasped her teat between her fingers and pulled gently.  It felt good.  Jeff 
felt herself get turned on by both the feeling and the sight of her naked 
feminine flesh.  Her crotch became aroused, but it felt so different from what 
she was used to.  It felt a little like an erection, but somehow inside her.  She 
didn't feel the familiar tightness in her pants that she was used to.

Then Jeff remembered what she had felt there before Quince had put her back 
in the room.  Her small hands struggled at the belt which was now loose 
around her impossibly small waist.  She pushed her pants and shorts down 
over her wide hips and gasped in shock.  It was gone!  She was no longer a 
man.

Nestled in a sparse mat of pubic hair was the unmistakable shape of a 
woman's pussy.  She stared at her new feminine equipment for several 
minutes until her hand moved down to explore it.  Jeff could feel the first 
hesitant touches of her fingers on the lips of her new vagina. It was real.  
Then the lips parted and her dainty fingers pushed into the moist passage.  
The sensation of even that small penetration was almost too much for Jeff's 
overtaxed brain.

Slowly she started to probe her vagina.  As she did so she felt a pleasurable 
need building up in her.  Her fingers reached her clitoris and she gave a soft 
gasp at how sensitive it was, like a miniature penis.

She arranged her clothes on the floor and lay back on them.  With one hand 
she caressed one of her breasts, and with the other she started to work at her 
excited cunt in earnest.  Jeff retreated into the sensations of being a woman in 
heat.  By now she had all four fingers of her hand in her vagina.  The feeling 
of penetration was so alien, so exciting.

The erotic sensations continued to build until she reached an orgasm. She 
arched her hips as if to meet an imaginary lover as the erotic sensations shot 
through her body.  It was similar to a male orgasm but not nearly as centered 
on her crotch and it seemed to take forever to die down.

For a long time Jeff lay there, not thinking about anything in particular.  
Slowly, she returned to herself.  She was more than a little embarrassed 
about what she had just done with herself.  She rationalized her excitement as 
the natural effect of being confronted with a shapely girl's body.  Even if it 
was now hers.

Jeff looked around the room.  She had to find a way out of there.  She 
quickly dressed in her now ill-fitting clothes, trying to ignore the feeling of 
her breasts bobbing on her chest and her wide hips swivelling as she walked 
around the room.  The only way in or out of the room was a solid door.  
Even in her old body, Jeff would have been unable to break open the door.  
Her only hope would be to make a run for it when her captors opened the 
door.

And go where?  She would never be able to convince her fellow policemen 
that she had been Jeff Stockwell.  At best they would think she had got the 
information from their missing colleague.

Maybe Michael Kingston could help her.  Jeff knew he didn't work totally 
voluntarily for Quince.  On the other hand, Kingston might just turn her over 
to Quince.  All that was totally irrelevant if she couldn't escape.

Jeff crouched down in the corner and crossed her arms under her breasts.

                           ******************

"She does look cute.  You picked the donor well, Mr.  Quince."

Jeff heard her voice speaking at a distance.  That wasn't her voice, she 
realised.  That was Bill in her body.  Her eyes snapped open to see Quince 
and her old body standing over her.  She had fallen asleep and wasted her 
one opportunity!

Quince smiled coldly at Jeff, "Come on.  It's time for our little chat."

Jeff climbed unsteadily to her feet.  Bill escorted her out into the main room.  
There was a camp bed in the middle of the room.  Quince gestured Jeff to go 
and sit on it.  Jeff did as she was told.  She felt terribly vulnerable in her new 
feminine body, and the way Bill was ogling her curves didn't help.  Quince 
sat next to her.  Jeff was uncomfortable at having a man so close to her.

Quince leaned over to Jeff and said "Now, co-operate and you'll be back to 
your old manly self soon." Jeff said nothing.  Quince hoped she hadn't had a 
mental breakdown from the sudden drastic change she had undergone.  "Jeff, 
tell me who in the police force you were working with."

Jeff sat hunched up on the bed.  Quince could see she was shivering. "You 
don't work for the local cops, do you?  You probably come from another 
city.  So the chances anyone would recognize you are a cop are much 
smaller.  Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you now, and unless 
you want to stay a cute little girl, you'll answer my questions." Quince 
brushed a long curl out of Jeff's face.  "You are very good looking.  Perhaps 
you like being an attractive female."

Quince could see Jeff was on the edge of total panic.  It was time to offer Jeff 
a way out.  "All you have to do is give me the names of the officers you 
worked with here who know who you are."

A part of Jeff desperately wanted to give Quince the information, but she 
managed to fight it down.  What would Quince do to them to protect the 
racket he had going here?  At best they would be transformed like she had 
been.  Jeff had only known the small group she had been working with for 
under a month, but she wouldn't betray them to Quince.

"Fuck off, Quince," Jeff said with all the force she could muster.  She could 
hear the conviction in her high, lilting voice, but it had none of the power she 
was used to.  She had used her voice as a weapon, often managing to bellow 
people into submission.  Now it was as weak and female as the rest of her.

Quince sighed.  "I hoped you were going to be reasonable about this." He 
looked up at Bill and nodded.

The guard opened a small case he was holding and produced a syringe. Jeff's 
eyes widened in shock.  "No," she moaned in fear.  Not again! She jumped 
to her feet and bolted for the door.  Bill made no move to stop her as she 
rushed past.  She reached the door, tried to open it, and failed.

"You'll need this," said Quince waving a key.  Jeff turned around and lunged 
at Quince, but she was grabbed by Bill in an iron grip.  Quince took the 
syringe from Bill.  As Jeff fought to escape, Quince took one of her arms and 
carefully injected the contents of the syringe into her.

Quince and Bill stood back.  Jeff was sick with horror.  What were they 
going to change her into now?  Several seconds passed and Jeff began to feel 
very odd, as if she was somehow disconnected from what was happening.  It 
hadn't been another dose of whatever had changed her. They had drugged 
her!  Her vision was blurred as if there was some thin cloth in front of her 
eyes.  Jeff tried to fight the intoxicating effects of the drug and turned again 
towards the door.

Just then, her long, shapely legs buckled.  Bill managed to catch Jeff in time, 
and half-carried, half-walked her back to the bed.  Bill sat down on the bed 
and propped Jeff against his chest.  Jeff could feel Bill's arm around her 
waist keeping her upright.

Quince squatted down and looked into Jeff's glazed eyes.  He waited a few 
more seconds for the drug to take full effect.  The drug put its users into an 
almost semi-conscious state.  In that condition they were far more open to 
suggestion, and easier to question.  "Jeff," he said quietly.  "Listen to my 
voice.  You are calm, relaxed.  Everything is going to be okay."

"Okay," mumbled Jeff.

"You feel warm and safe.  Bill will look after you, you trust him." Quince 
saw a small smile on Jeff's face.

Quince nodded to Bill.  He took his cue and started to gently stroke Jeff's 
arm with his free hand.  He felt a little odd cuddling someone who had been a 
brawny male until just a few hours before, but Jeff was a very attractive 
woman now.  Jeff reacted to the caresses.  Her nipples, already prominent 
under the T-shirt, grew erect.

"Tell me who you worked with at the police department."

Jeff's brow creased with a frown.  "I can't."

Quince was quiet but insistent, "You must.  We are your friends.  You must 
tell us so we can help your other friends." Bill moved his hand up to one of 
Jeff's aroused breasts and lightly brushed the nipple.  Bill wasn't usually 
very interested in any form of foreplay, but Quince had been very insistent 
about what he must do.

Jeff squirmed in Bill's embrace.  The girl was getting very turned on. Quince 
watched with interest, "Help us.  Or we can't help you." He told Jeff.  Bill 
recognised his cue and removed his hand.

Jeff shook her head again, but it was obvious she was weakening. Quince 
knew the inbuilt desires of Jeff's body, combined with the near- hypnotic 
power of the drug, were battering down her resistance.  He nodded to Bill 
again.

Bill's arm was wrapped around Jeff's torso, and his hand was thrusting 
inside her T-shirt, gripping the sensuous globe of Jeff's left breast. With his 
other hand, Bill loosened the belt of Jeff's pants and reached inside.

Jeff gave a long erotic moan as Bill's hand touched her pussy.  Bill started to 
massage the excited clitoris, and Jeff instinctively spread her legs.  Quince 
gave a signal to Bill and he reluctantly stopped masturbating Jeff.  Bill had all 
but forgotten Jeff's previous manhood, and just wanted to fill her tight cunt 
with his long, thick cock.

"Help us," Quince said again.  "Tell us what you know and Bill will be able 
to make you feel good again." He watched the internal battle going on in Jeff 
as the last vestiges of resistance were washed away.

Slowly and in a soft, dreamy voice Jeff told Quince what he wanted to know.  
Only eight officers in total knew about the operation, and that included the 
precinct captain.

When Jeff had finished, Quince said, "Well done.  You've been very helpful.  
Now do you want to be left alone?"

"No," protested Jeff.  "I want Bill to touch me."

"Very well.  Bill, she's all yours." Quince smiled as he packed up his notes.  
It had been unfair to ask Jeff that question.  The drugged cop had been so 
primed by Quince's suggestions that she wouldn't be able to think about 
anything but sex for quite a while.  At least until the drug wore off.  As he 
was leaving he turned to see Bill pull Jeff's T-shirt off, revealing a 
magnificent pair of breasts.  Quince was almost as turned on as Bill, but he 
knew better than to risk fucking the new woman.  he didn't particularly want 
to end up as Jeff's twin sister.

Jeff felt Bill's hand cup and massage her breasts.  She looked up at the large 
black man leaning over her.  Bill's face was familiar, but in Jeff's befuddled 
state she couldn't work out why.  Her nipples were tingling in their aroused 
state and she gasped at their sensitivity. At some level she knew that she had 
only become female very recently, but she could only concentrate on what 
was happening to her at that moment.

Jeff was lowered to the bed by Bill.  She felt hands at her waist as her pants 
and boxer shorts were pulled down her smooth legs.  Then Bill stood and 
quickly stripped his own clothes off.  Jeff watched Bill's cock spring erect 
into view.

In the back of her mind she felt fear as part of Jeff tried to resist the drug.  
But the rest of her drank in the view of Bill's member, knowing it could fill 
the aching need in her.  Bill climbed back onto the bed and rolled on top of 
Jeff.

The air whooshed out of Jeff as the heavy weight of the man pressed down 
on her.  But she was concentrating on the hot bar she could feel on her 
stomach.  Bill lifted his pelvis and guided his cock to the opening of Jeff's 
pussy.  Jeff felt a desperate need to be penetrated that washed away the last 
few defences she had.

Without warning, Bill thrust his hard length as far as possible into Jeff's wet 
cunt.  Jeff bucked under Bill.  The feeling was so alien, yet so good.  She 
could feel every inch of Bill's member buried in her pussy.  Bill started to 
pound hard into her with little consideration for Jeff's satisfaction, but Jeff 
was so turned on by the conditioning given under the drug that she was 
already well on her way to orgasm.

Bill grabbed Jeff's slender wrists and held them against the bed as he drove 
his cock deep into the drugged woman's slick vagina.  For Jeff, the erotic 
sensations were growing beyond belief.  Just when she thought they 
wouldn't get any better, they did.  She felt a pressure building up in her, and 
suddenly waves of orgasmic pleasure rolled over her body.  She could hear 
her own voice giving a high pitched scream of pure satisfaction.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around Bill's waist and pulled him as 
deeply as she could into her.  Jeff could feel Bill twitching inside her as he 
reached his own orgasm and pumped his cum deep into her.

They remained locked together as they slowly came down from their 
climaxes.  Bill was amazed by the response he had gotten from the former 
male.  He had never had a real girl respond in such an erotic manner.  
Slowly, his erection softened and he withdrew from Jeff's pussy.  He stood 
up and started to put his clothes on.  All in all it was a great shame that 
Quince had told him to kill Jeff after the interrogation.  The former guard was 
a really good fuck.

8.  Chapter

Jeff could feel herself being jerked around as she returned to consciousness.  
She opened her eyes and blearily looked around.

She was strapped into a car being driven over some waste ground.  All 
around were factory buildings that seemed to have been in disuse for some 
time.  How did she get here?

Jeff looked over at the driving seat and snapped fully awake.  Her old male 
body with Bill inside was there.  Jeff gasped as she remembered what he had 
done to her.  No, what she had let him do to her.  She had spread her legs 
and virtually begged him to fuck her.  She might have been under the 
influence but that didn't really help her come to terms with how her new 
femininity had been used.

Bill pulled the car up to one of the buildings.  He turned off the engine and 
turned to look at Jeff.  She flinched under his gaze.  She was so small and 
weak now that she would be totally unable to stop him from doing anything 
he wanted to with her.

"Quince told me to take you out and get rid of you.  Your cop buddies would 
just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found you out here." His 
tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts he was being 
serious.  "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff.  The way you enjoyed me 
pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen whore houses around 
here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be happy with me." Bill 
started the car and pulled out of the disused factory.  "Of course, no one can 
tell Quince where you are if no one sees you.  I've always wanted my own 
personal whore."

Jeff was praying for this nightmare to be over.  A part of her was even 
wishing Bill would kill her so she could escape her new self.  In less than a 
day she had lost her manhood and had sex with a man who had stolen her 
body.  She could feel her long hair around her shoulders. Her generous 
breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement of the car.  Between her 
legs, her pussy still tingled from the fucking she had received.  Did her future 
hold nothing more than being this monster's sex slave?  "I-if you think I'm 
going to let you rape me again, think again."

Bill laughed.  "I didn't rape you.  You wanted it, remember?"

"That was the drug.  If you try it again I'll make you regret it," Jeff said 
defiantly.  Even if Bill locked her up, she would be able to find some way to 
escape.

"This body of yours suits me fine, even if it is black," he replied. "So I doubt 
you could stop me, but you are right.  Forcing you won't be nearly as much 
fun as the cock-crazed slut that drug made you into.  So I brought a month's 
supply with me." Bill jerked a thumb to the back of the car.

Jeff craned her head round to see a sports bag resting on the back seat.  
Carefully, so as not to alert Bill, she tried to open the car door.  The door was 
jammed, and where the door lock should have been there was just a space.  
She was trapped.

By now the car was entering a run down residential area.  Bill parked by 
what appeared to be an almost derelict three-story building.  He opened his 
door, and then grabbed Jeff and the bag, and dragged them from the car.  Jeff 
started screaming for help and kicking ineffectual at him.  As Bill dragged her 
through the building Jeff saw people looking at her through nearly closed 
doors and he knew none of them would come to her aid.

Bill stopped by one door and unlocked it, while holding Jeff at arm's length.  
When the door was opened, he threw her bodily into the apartment.  Jeff 
struggled to get her breath back, but even as she climbed to her feet she heard 
the door slam.  Bill opened the bag and brought out an already prepared 
syringe.

Jeff turned and ran through the fair-sized apartment.  All the windows had 
metal grills on them, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't open them.  
Bill advanced on her slowly.  Suddenly, he pulled her arm behind her and 
held her immobile as he carefully injected the drug into her.

Bill released Jeff, and she staggered away.  She looked at his smiling face in 
horror.  He owned her now, and with that drug she would become a willing 
slave.

As the drug started to take hold, she heard his voice permeating through the 
very core of her being.  "Relax.  You are safe here.  This is your home.  I am 
Bill, your master.  Your name is whore, you'll answer to no other.  You love 
me and will do anything I ask." Dreamily she noticed she was sitting in an 
armchair, but could not remember how she got there.

Bill carefully repeated the suggestions over and over while Jeff was sprawled 
out in an armchair.  Finally he asked Jeff, "What is your name?"

The woman's face split in a sexy grin.  "My name is whore, Master," she 
replied with relish.  Bill grinned broadly.  He was glad now that he had 
listened to Quince's description of how the drug worked.  "Remove your 
clothes.  As my pet, you won't need them."

Jeff slowly undressed herself, revealing her beautiful curvy body. Bill could 
feel his cock becoming erect again.  "Show your Master how much you love 
him.  Suck my cock."

Jeff slid off the chair and kneeled before Bill.  At the back of her mind she 
was aware of what was happening, but she was powerless, totally unable to 
stop sucking Bill's cock.  She was his slave and there was no way out.

9.  Chapter

"Hurry up!" Mandy shouted from outside Paul's bedroom.

"I'll be ready in a minute!" Paul replied, and turned back to the mirror.  The 
girl that stared back at him no longer startled him as much as she used to, but 
he was still far from comfortable with his new form.

He was wearing a flowing long skirt which covered his legs.  He would have 
preferred to have worn jeans, but they just made his masculine lower half too 
obvious for his liking.  Paul fiddled with the buttons on his white blouse.  He 
had never really noticed that woman's blouses had the buttons on the other 
side from those of men's shirts.  Finally he had it done up.  The blouse 
covered his large breasts, but couldn't really hide them.  Well, it would have 
to do.  To finish up, he slipped on a black jacket.  It was obviously feminine, 
but was far better than some of the items Mandy had tried to get him to buy 
when they had gone shopping the previous weekend.

Paul checked his face in the mirror.  His experiments in make-up hadn't been 
very successful, but he felt he had mastered the basics of lipstick.  He went to 
the door and slipped on his shoes.  The two-inch heel had made him a little 
unsteady at first, but at least they restored some of his lost height.

Mandy was waiting for him outside his door.  "At last!  What have you been 
up to in there?"

"Sorry.  I'm a bit tired tonight."

"Oh no!  You're not getting out of it tonight.  You've locked yourself in here 
every evening.  Well tonight, we are going out."

Paul knew better than to argue with Mandy.  She could be very stubborn 
when she felt like it.  "Okay, okay.  Where are we going?"

"The Roxy.  One of the best clubs around." She looked Paul up and down. 
"Don't you think your outfit is a little conservative?"

Paul looked at Mandy's short, tight pink dress.  "It's what I like."

"You've got a good body.  You should show it off more.  Next payday you 
and me are going to go and get something that'll have all the boys drooling on 
the floor."

"Terrific," said Paul unable to disguise his lack of enthusiasm.

It was still fairly early when they arrived at the club, and the queue wasn't 
very long.  Soon they were inside.

The music was being pumped out at a loud level, and the dance floor was 
heaving with people.  Paul felt even more out of place than normal. Virtually 
everyone there was half his age.  He turned to see Mandy heading over to the 
bar.  He hurried to catch up.

She ordered a couple of cocktails, and they settled down at an empty table.  
After a while, Paul started to relax and enjoy himself.  They talked about the 
people they worked with at the fast food joint, and cracked jokes at their 
boss's expense.

Almost before he knew it, he had knocked back several drinks and they were 
starting to go to his head.  Mandy had gone back to the bar to get some more 
and Paul caught himself admiring her curves.  Her tight dress left little to the 
imagination on her petite frame.  It was the one frustration with living with 
Mandy.  Paul could never have her, and even if he did, Mandy would run the 
risk of contracting the DNA-altering virus.

Paul was a little concerned to notice two men walk up to Mandy as she was 
making her way back to the table.  She said little, and though Paul wasn't 
certain under the club's lighting, she seemed to be blushing.

As Mandy sat down, the two men joined her and Paul at the table.  They were 
in their late teens, and were fairly fit-looking.  They introduced themselves as 
Bruce and Steven and it was obvious what they were after.

Paul was fairly surprised that Mandy didn't tell them where to go.  He 
glanced over and saw she was definitely embarrassed.  He was quite 
surprised.  This was a side of her he hadn't seen before.  Paul kept the 
conversation going while he tried to work out how to get rid of them.

The two boys had obviously decided which girl each of them wanted, and 
Paul ended up talking to Steven.  It was rather odd and a bit exciting to be 
pursued by someone, even a boy.  Bruce had his arm around Mandy already 
and it was clear she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't seem to be doing 
anything about it.

Paul looked across the dance floor looking for an escape route.  Then he saw 
the entrance to the toilets.  He turned to Steven, "You'll have to excuse me 
for a few minutes.  I have to visit the little girl's room.  Coming Mandy?"

Mandy extricated herself from Bruce and gladly followed Paul to the 
women's toilets.  Paul guessed that the two boys were asking themselves 
why women always go to the bathroom in pairs.  Inside, several other 
women were standing around chatting.  Paul turned to Mandy.  "You okay?"

Mandy smiled weakly.  "Yeah, sorry about that.  I get shy around boys. I 
don't want to spoil it for you."

Paul laughed.  "Don't worry.  I don't think much of mine either."

Mandy was getting her old confidence back.  "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Paul nodded.  He didn't want to spend another second with Steven and Bruce 
if he could help it.  Several minutes later they slipped out of the toilets and 
made it to the exit without being seen by the two boys.

They made their way through several streets trying to decide where to go 
next.  "What about that club over there?" Paul asked.

"It's a gay and lesbian night-club." Mandy replied.

"Oh." Was all that Paul could say in reply.

Mandy stopped.  "Actually, it's not a bad idea.  Come on."

Paul called after her, but Mandy had already disappeared inside. Cursing 
under his breath, he followed her.

Inside the club was like another world, there were men dancing with other 
men and drag queens.  There were also quite a few women.  Paul went over 
to Mandy, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye.

Mandy smiled at his discomfort.  "Relax.  Many hetero friends of mine go 
here.  The big advantage is that the men here are only interested in other men.  
We can have a quiet drink in peace."

"I see what you mean." said Paul.  He wondered if the men would be 
interested in him if they knew what he had in his panties.

Paul soon grew accustomed to seeing people of the same sex kissing, and it 
was nice not to be eyed up by predatory males all the time.  He did get 
propositioned at the bar by a very stunning woman in her early thirties.  It 
was the first time any woman had shown any interest in him sexually since 
his change.

"Uhh...thanks, but I'm with the girl in the pink over there." Paul replied.

The woman smiled.  "No harm in asking.  She is cute, though, isn't she?"

"Yeah," said Paul, smiling.

The woman smiled, "Well, if you two ever want a third partner, let me 
know."

"I'll do that." Paul wore a big grin all the way back to Mandy.

"Who was that?" asked Mandy as Paul brought the drinks back to the table.

"My secret admirer.  I only got rid of her my saying you were my lover."

Mandy laughed.  "What did she say?"

"She said you were very cute and sexy."

They were both giggling uncontrollably by this point.  They were more than 
slightly drunk by now.  Mandy knocked back her drink in one go. "Fancy a 
dance?"

"Are you serious?" Paul said.  He wanted nothing more than to dance with 
this sensuous creature.

"Yeah.  Go on.  There's no harm in it."

Paul smiled.  "Why not."

The dance floor was fairly packed, and Paul and Mandy were fairly close 
together.  The music was fast and furious.  Paul had no idea what the type of 
music was called.  He had never really kept up with young people's music 
culture.  Dancing seemed to involve throwing yourself around vaguely in 
tune to the beat, and there was little or no contact between the dancers.

After a couple of indistinguishable tracks a slower love song was put on, and 
the various couples started to move together.  He turned to Mandy to see her 
advancing with a wide drunken grin on her face.  Paul knew that this wasn't 
really a good idea, but she was so sexy he couldn't resist her.

Mandy wrapped her arms around Paul and pulled him to her.  He could feel 
their breasts touching.  Paul put his own arms around Mandy and held her 
soft body.  Was she really a lesbian or was this just her idea of a joke?  Paul 
couldn't decide, and eventually gave up and enjoyed the feel of a woman in 
his arms.

As the song continued, Mandy and Paul moved closer together.  He realised 
with a start that one of his hands had drifted down to Mandy's rounded ass 
and he was stroking the rounded flesh through the thin dress.  Paul didn't 
know what to do.  Then he felt Mandy clasp his own ass in response.

Paul looked down at her in surprise to see her looking at him with lust in her 
eyes.  Their faces got closer and closer together, and then they were kissing.  
Deeply and lovingly.  At last Paul was doing what he had been fantasising 
about for over a week.  He could feel his cock straining in his panties and his 
nipples were tingling in arousal.

Several songs later they left the floor arm in arm and headed back to the bar.  
Paul didn't know what to say and Mandy seemed content to gaze lovingly at 
Paul with a little smile on her face.  After several more drinks Paul realised 
hazily that he was getting very drunk.

Together, they made their way unsteadily home.  Whenever Paul would try 
and discuss what had just happened Mandy would kiss him.  Paul couldn't 
see a way out.  He had made several advances to Mandy, and she had 
responded.  It wouldn't be so bad if he was completely female.  At least then 
he could have sex with her.

Back at the apartment Paul was getting worried.  What was she going to do if 
she discovered Paul's masculinity?  How could he let her down without 
hurting her?

"So," Mandy said with a sly smile.  "Are you ready for bed yet?"

"I think I'll stay up for a bit.  You go off to bed."

Mandy walked carefully into her room and closed the door.  Paul breathed a 
sign of relief.  For the first time in his life he had had to persuade a woman 
NOT to sleep with him.

Just as he was preparing to head off to his own room.  Mandy reappeared 
with some cans of beer.  She gave one to Paul and popped another open. 
"You're still drinking?" Asked Paul in disbelief.

"Hey, when I party.  I really PARTY!"

They sat drinking for a few minutes.  Then Mandy moved closer to Paul. He 
was just trying to think of an excuse to get rid of her when she thrust her 
hand into Paul's groin.

The unexpected move brought a shriek from Paul.  He could feel her hand 
wrapped around his cock.  Oh hell, he thought.

Mandy sat back and took a swig of her beer.  "I thought so," she said.

Paul was surprised to hear no anger in her voice.  In fact she was smiling.  
"How...?"

"When we were dancing you had a raging hard-on.  How could I fail to 
notice that thing prodding into me?"

"I'm sorry about this, Mandy.  I should have explained." he said.  Paul was 
desperately trying to get his drink-addled brain into gear.

Mandy put down her drink and leaned over to Paul.  "Shut up and kiss me."

It took several seconds for Paul to understand what Mandy had said, and then 
he did as he was told.  He felt himself surrendering to the inevitable.  His 
hand caressed Mandy's breast.  Her own hands were running along the 
length of his stocking-clad thigh.

They stood and gripped each other in a passionate embrace.  He wanted her 
so badly.  He wanted to be her man.  They made their way into Mandy's 
bedroom.  It took some effort in their drunk state to get undressed, but after 
some stumbling around they managed it, and for the first time, Mandy stood 
naked in front of him.

She truly was beautiful.  Her breasts were topped with aroused and very 
inviting nipples.  Her body was soft and erotic.  Mandy, in turn, gazed in 
amazement and hunger at Paul's erect cock and sensuous breasts.

They fell onto the bed together and started an extended bout of foreplay.  
They sucked and teased each others breasts.  The feeling of Mandy's tongue 
on his own excited nipples was exquisite.  He just wanted to hold her head to 
his breast so she could nurse.  He caught himself wondering what it would 
be like to breastfeed.

After many long minutes, Paul swung around and began lapping at Mandy's 
aroused cunt.  Mandy responded with a series of yelps each time his tongue 
ran over her clitoris.  He felt some pulling and tugging at his own almost 
painfully hard cock, and he knew he could hold himself back no longer.

Mandy released his cock, and he turned around on the bed and slipped 
between her legs.  Mandy reached up and grasped Paul's heavy breasts, and 
breathed, "Fill me up, Paula.  Now!"

Paul couldn't refuse her.  He sank his prick in one smooth motion deep into 
her eager pussy.  Mandy arched her back and moaned as Paul started to thrust 
into her.

Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Paul's breasts.  It hurt, but Paul was 
finding almost every sensation a turn on.  Paul was lost for a time, and then 
he felt Mandy wrap her legs around him, stopping his thrusting.  Smiling she 
pushed him over onto his back.

"Spread your legs," she said in a breathless, excited voice.  Paul complied, 
and Mandy lay between his thighs, still locked together. They were still in the 
missionary position, but now Paul was underneath.

Mandy started thrusting.  Paul wrapped his own arms and legs around her 
and drew her down with each thrust.  The feeling of her hot, young body 
against pushed him to new erotic heights.  He wondered what it would be 
like to have a vagina and to be penetrated so intimately.

He could feel a familiar feeling building in his balls.  "I'm coming." he said 
in a voice very similar to Mandy's, and as equally excited.

In response, Mandy rode his cock at an even faster rate.  She was almost at 
the edge herself.  Paul eyes were fixed on Mandy's pert breasts, which were 
now covered by a sheen of sweat.  Paul felt himself about to orgasm and he 
wrapped his legs around her, drawing her body tight against his, as he 
climaxed strongly into her.  Mandy was in the throes of her own orgasm as 
she felt Paul's cock pulsing inside her.

They collapsed together and held each other, saying nothing.  Paul wasn't 
sure if Mandy finding out was a good thing, but at least much of the tension 
he had been feeling had been released.

Soon they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.  Paul had a nagging doubt 
he had forgotten something, but in his inebriated state he couldn't remember 
what it was.

10.  Chapter

Michael Kingston had never been invited out to Quince's house before. It 
wasn't a large house, but being well out of the city, it had a fair-sized field 
which contained several expensive horses.  Apart from his company, they 
were the only thing Quince showed any real interest in.

It had taken Michael over an hour and a half to get there.  He hoped he 
wouldn't be delayed here long by whatever Quince wanted.  He had hit a 
brick wall in his research of the DNA-altering virus.  He had been working 
on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn't see any way to reverse 
the process without a great deal of danger to the subject.  Nearly every day, 
Paul would journey to his lab to see if any progress had been made.  Paul 
could never quite hide his disappointment when Michael told him he hadn't 
made the breakthrough that day.

As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses.  He turned as Michael 
approached.  "There you are, Doctor.  I need you to do a little job for me."

"Of course, Mr Quince." Michael wondered what it was this time.  Quince 
said he was as interested as Michael in unlocking all the secrets of the virus.  
However, Quince had made Michael produce 'samples' of the virus based on 
over twenty different people, most of whom Michael hadn't even met.  
Quince, or his lackey, Simonds, would bring a sample of blood and tell him 
to produce a virus based on it.

He knew better than to question Quince, but he had a feeling that however 
bad the situation was, before Paul arrived, it had gotten worse.

"These are top breeding stock.  It's taken me years to get horses this good.  
Now, this virus of yours will work on any animal?"

"Yes.  As long as the as the subject and the design that the virus is carrying is 
of the same mass I see no problem.  You want me to produce a virus based 
on these horses, don't you?"

Quince smiled.  "Yes.  I know you don't like me or what I do for a living, 
but in a few weeks I plan to move on.  If you want to leave then, that's fine 
by me."

Michael didn't believe Quince for a second.  It had taken a few weeks to 
discover what really went on at Quince Biochemicals, after Michael had 
started working there.  Under the cover of the company, Quince had been 
distributing stolen drugs and chemicals around the country. Quince avoided 
illegal drugs like cocaine, and concentrated on controlled, but legal, 
substances.  When Michael had made the mistake of confronting Quince, he 
had been threatened.  Quince had said that if he tried to involve the police he 
would be in very great danger.

Since then, Quince had been reasonably civil, but Michael knew not to cross 
him.  The chance to finally get away from him seemed too good to be true, 
and it probably was.  "I'm working flat out, but the chances of me being able 
to find a cure in that time are fairly low."

Quince nodded, still watching the horses.  "Just do your best, Doctor." He 
climbed through the fence, "I'll help you get the samples you need."

Michael followed Quince.  He still couldn't see any way out of the 
predicament he had been stuck in for the last few years.  He had been a fool 
to tell Quince about the virus, but he had been too excited to think straight at 
the time.

Quince calmed the horses while Michael struggled to extract some blood 
samples from them.  They had the greatest difficulty in calming the young 
horse, which couldn't have been more than a few months old. After he had 
got enough blood from them, Quince sent him back to the lab to produce the 
samples.

When he finally got back to the lab, it was fairly easy to produce the three 
horse-based viruses.  After delivering them to Simonds, Michael decided to 
call it a day and headed home.  In his pocket he had four vials.

He didn't really know why he had taken them from the lab.  But he would 
spend most of the night thinking about the vials and their contents.

11.  Chapter

As Paul's eyes focused on the ceiling it gradually occurred to him that it was 
the wrong color.  He raised his head and realised that he was in Mandy's 
room.

His head started pounding.  He laid back on the bed and tried to remember 
what had happened the night before.  He and Mandy had gone to a couple of 
nightclubs and had ended up getting drunk in a gay and lesbian club.

Paul shifted under the bed covers as he remembered how he and Mandy had 
danced together.  How had he ended up in her bed?

Then he remembered lying naked in her arms on the bed, letting Mandy suck 
and caress his breasts.  He remembered slipping his hard cock into her eager 
pussy and coming deep inside her.

Paul's eyes shot wide open.  He had orgasmed INSIDE Mandy!  He could 
see a sleeping figure next to him out of the corner of his eye.  With all that in 
her, she must have contracted the DNA virus from the lower-half of his 
body.  By now, Mandy must be well on her way to manhood, if she hadn't 
already completed the change.

He considered slipping out of bed, grabbing his clothes, and running from 
the apartment, but he knew he couldn't do that to Mandy.  Holding his 
breath, he slowly turned to confront the person sleeping next to him.

The face was still Mandy's, beautiful even in sleep.  Her face hadn't altered at 
all.  He lifted the bedcovers to see if her body had changed at all.  The soft, 
curvy body was just as he recalled it from the previous night.

"Good Morning, Paula." said Mandy in a sleepy voice.

Paul hastily dropped the covers.  Mandy just giggled, "Yep.  we did it all 
right.  It wasn't a dream."

She lifted the covers and stared at Paul's body.  She reached down to his 
cock and pulled something off of it.  "You forgot to take the condom off last 
night."

A condom?  Thank God!  "I don't remember putting it on." he admitted.

"I did it while you were licking me into a frenzy.  I don't plan to get pregnant 
just yet and you were too blitzed to think about contraception." She continued 
to admire his body.  "To be honest, I'm surprised that you can still function 
as a man with breasts that large."

"There's a good reason why.  I didn't...become...like this through hormones 
or surgery."

Mandy ran a hand over one of Paul's firm breasts.  "You can say that again.  
These haven't been anywhere near a surgeon's knife."

Paul carried on, trying to ignore the feelings of arousal, that he was feeling at 
Mandy's soft caresses.  "Up to just over two weeks ago I was a normal 
forty-year-old man.  I was exposed to a new man-made virus that alters the 
body.  There are two different ones running around inside me, that's why 
I've got a male half and a female half."

Mandy laughed.  "Seriously, though.  This is due to female hormones, isn't 
it?"

"No!" Paul exclaimed.  He pulled back the bed covers.  "Look here," he said 
pointing to his waist.  "This is where the two halves meet."

Mandy bent over to examine Paul's waist.  Her mouth dropped open and she 
looked up at Paul.  "The skin on the upper half is smoother and a lighter 
shade." she said in a very surprised tone.  "So why did you do this to 
yourself?"

Paul sighed.  "I didn't.  It's a long story."

Mandy was stunned.  "I didn't realise this was possible.  Why did you come 
here?"

"There is a doctor here who owes me a big favor.  He's trying to crack it.  He 
works at a place called Quince Biochemicals."

"No wonder you were so reluctant to talk to men.  I thought you were a 
lesbian.  Especially the way you were eyeing me up every chance you got."

Paul thought for a moment.  "Last night.  Did you deliberately set out to 
seduce me?"

"No, not really.  I've never had a really good relationship with men, and I 
suppose I've always been a bit bisexual.  So I decided that if you tried to get 
in bed with me I'd let it happen.  Then, when we were dancing, I realised 
you were a man.  Or, at least, part of you was. The best of both worlds if 
you like.  I couldn't get you into bed fast enough after I discovered that."

Her hands drifted down to his cock, which was already returning to life.  She 
smiled as she saw her efforts being rewarded, and she reached over to the 
bedside drawer for another condom.

12.  Chapter

"What do you mean, he's gone?" Quince's voice barked out of the mobile 
phone.

Simonds could here the anger in Quince's voice.  "His clothes and documents 
are all gone.  He obviously packed in a hurry."

Quince gave a short humorless laugh.  "I didn't think Kingston had the guts 
to do it.  Never mind.  His lab still seems intact.  That's all that matters."

"He's going to go to the authorities, and he'll be able to prove his story."

"It'll be a close run thing, but I still believe we can process the consignment 
before we have to leave.  Remember, this final shipment will make you 
wealthy beyond your dreams."

Simonds looked around Kingston's apartment.  "Do you want me to stay 
here in case he comes back?"

"No, he won't be back.  We have all we need.  Get back here.  I want you to 
go over the schedule again."

Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car.  He unconsciously 
checked the small bottle in his pocket.  It contained a dose of the DNA virus.  
He had spent a very surreal night choosing a new form with Quince.  His 
boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug 
smuggler.  Quince and Simonds would split the proceeds of this final run of 
restricted drugs for the black market and then go their separate ways.

Quince would get the lion's share of the takings, but what Simonds would 
get would set him up for life.  He found the idea of having a different body 
very strange, but he realised the necessity for such an extreme disguise.  It 
was based on a well-built male over fifteen years younger than Simonds.

He found Quince in Michael Kingston's lab.  His boss was going through the 
notes Kingston had left behind.  "Simonds, look at this.  Kingston has found 
a way to reverse the effects of the virus."

This was news to Simonds.  "How?"

"He boosted the strength of the virus.  The stronger virus can replace the 
ordinary-strength viruses."

"That's great.  So the process can be repeated at least once more."

"Not quite," said Quince.  "The stronger virus has a good chance of breaking 
down the subject's body structure.  On the tests he did here, Kingston thinks 
the survival rate of exposure to the second virus is only thirty percent."

"Bill isn't going to be happy with that." replied Simonds.  "He can't wait to 
dump the black body you gave him."

"Don't tell him then.  It either works or it kills him, I don't particularly care 
either way." Quince put the notes down.  "We'll be receiving the shipment 
tonight, and I'd like to get rid of the other loose end before then."

"Paul Roberts." stated Simonds.

"Yes." Quince lifted a vial of the stronger-strength DNA virus.  "We can test 
this at the same time."

13.  Chapter

Paul stood in the kitchen of the small apartment making two mugs of coffee.  
He was wearing Mandy's pink dressing gown and nothing else. They had 
made love several times that morning, Paul making sure he wore protection 
each time.

He could still feel her hot mouth on his tender nipples.  It had felt so good, 
women were lucky to have these extra sensitive parts that men didn't.  
Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad with Mandy.  At least he could be a man with 
her, and he didn't have to pretend to be a woman.

An item of news caught his attention on the radio.  "Police say they are still 
baffled by the disappearance of Officer Miguel Hernandez. His bike and 
some of his uniform was found two weeks ago, abandoned by the side of the 
highway.  Police sources say the investigation has no leads."

Paul smiled.  That had to be the cop whose cock he had been forced to suck.  
Paul hoped that the cop would enjoy his new womanhood.

Paul turned at the sound of the telephone and went to answer it.  He expected 
that it was his boss at the burger bar wanting to know where the hell he and 
Mandy had got to.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Paul Roberts?  Mr Quince would like to speak to you."

Before Paul could answer, Quince's distinctive voice sounded from the other 
end of the line.  "Paul, I have some very good news for you. Michael 
Kingston has found a way to cure you.  He's preparing a virus now to 
reverse what was done to you."

A cure!  Paul could feel tears in his eyes.  At last, this nightmare was almost 
over.  "Oh, thank God!  I'll be right over!"

"We'll be waiting for you." answered Quince and then he hung up.

Paul stood there, his head spinning.  Absentmindedly, he put the phone 
down and walked into Mandy's room.

She was sitting up in bed, not even bothering to cover her breasts. "What's 
up?" she asked, looking concerned.

"They've found a cure." whispered Paul.  "I'm going to get my old body 
back."

"That's fantastic!" Mandy still didn't quite believe Paul's strange story, but 
she couldn't see any other way he could have gotten the body he had.

"I have to get ready!" He almost ran into his own bedroom.  As he did so he 
could feel his breasts bobbing.  Soon he would be rid of them and back to his 
old self.

Mandy walked in wearing only a duvet as he was expertly putting his bra on.  
He had finally got the knack of twisting his arms behind him to do it up.  "Do 
you have to go right now?" asked Mandy.

"Yeah.  I'll be back soon.  You probably won't recognise me, but I'll be the 
same on the inside."

Mandy realised that she couldn't stand in Paul's way.  "Okay.  Well, good 
luck." She realised a part of her didn't want to lose this beautiful creature, 
and she wasn't sure she'd be able to maintain a relationship with Paul if he 
returned to a fully male state.

He finished dressing, and walked out to the front door.  Just before he 
opened it, he turned around and embraced Mandy.  "Whatever happens from 
now on.  I just want you to know I love you.  You've helped me through a 
very bad patch in my life."

Mandy was close to tears, "Just promise you'll come back."

"I promise." They kissed long and deep, and then Paul was gone.

Paul took a taxi back to the Quince Biochemicals building.  It was expensive, 
but well worth the time saved.  "Good morning, Jeff.  Mr Quince is 
expecting me."

The black guard leered at Paul as he said, "Sure, go on in."

Paul wondered why Jeff's attitude had changed so much.  When Paul had 
first arrived, Jeff had been the only man to treat him with any respect, but 
now he leered and mentally undressed Paul just like the rest.

He hurried down the corridor to the lab where he was greeted by Quince and 
Simonds.  "Where's Dr.  Kingston?" asked Paul.

"He got called away on a personal matter," Quince answered smoothly, "But 
he didn't want to delay your treatment.  Are you ready?"

Paul rolled up the sleeve of his blouse and said, "Ready."

Simonds pulled out a syringe and injected a clear fluid into Paul's arm.

Paul closed his eyes and sighed.  The nightmare was over.  Within seconds 
he was going to return to full masculinity.  Already he could feel his arm 
beginning to change.  He opened his eyes looked down expecting to see his 
own hairy male arm returning.  That was when he realised he had been 
betrayed.

His arm had no hair and was no larger than before, but the skin was turning a 
dark brown.  This wasn't his body!

He looked up to see Quince watching in fascination.  "Why?" asked Paul, on 
the verge of tears.

"You never knew what was going on here, did you?" said Quince.  "Too 
wrapped up in your own problems.  You're being changed by a stronger 
version of the virus.  We had to see if it could work."

Paul was too terrified to speak as he felt the virus make its way up his arm 
and across his shoulder blades.  He was hoping against hope that this form 
was male.  An adolescent male, perhaps.

The area of change moved past his shoulder and started spreading across his 
chest.  Paul ripped open his blouse with his single white and single black 
hands.  As he had dreaded, his breasts didn't disappear. They became as dark 
as his transformed arm.  His bra, which had been a good fit, became 
noticeably tighter as his breasts increased slightly in size.

Paul felt his face start to rearrange itself as the virus swept through his head.  
He knew the worst was yet to come.  This time Anne Chamberlain would not 
be there to prevent the loss of his masculinity. He was going to become 
completely female.

The virus worked its way down into Paul's male half.  He staggered as his 
hips widened and then he felt a peculiar pulling feeling between his legs as 
his cock was adsorbed and changed into a vagina.  By now his other arm was 
just finishing the change.  He pressed both hands between his legs to confirm 
his worst fears.  Instead of the familiar feeling of his penis and balls, all his 
hands found were a soft mound. He was a girl, perhaps forever.

He looked up at Quince, who had been entranced by the transformation in 
front of him.  "Amazing," said Quince.  "No matter how many times I see 
people undergoing this process, it never ceases to fascinate me."

"Why did you do this?" Paul asked, on the verge of hysteria.  His voice was 
now deeper and richer in tone, but still very feminine.  "I wouldn't have told 
anyone.  All I ever wanted was to become my old self again."

Quince rose and walked to the door, "Maybe that's true.  I couldn't take the 
risk.  Anyway, you won't have to worry about it for much longer." He 
opened the door and said.  "Bill, we're ready for you now."

Paul remembered that Bill had been the bald white guy who had leered all 
over Paul during his first few days at the lab, but it was the large well-built 
black body of Jeff who entered the room.

"Take this girl out and dispose of her.  Then get back here.  We've got a lot 
to do, Bill."

"You'll sort my body out tonight, Boss?"

Paul's brown eyes widened.  So Jeff had been replaced by Bill, but what had 
happened to Jeff?  He had been the only one of the guards to show any 
kindness to Paul.

"Tonight, yes." replied Quince.  "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll be 
finished.  Don't take too long."

Bill grinned.  "I'll be back before you know it."

Quince gave Bill a white cloth soaked in something, and Bill thrust it over 
Paul's mouth and nose.  Paul held his breath as long as he could, but in the 
end he was forced to breathe in.  The fumes from the cloth quickly rendered 
him unconscious.

When Paul came to, he was being carried down a dingy corridor on 
someone's shoulder.  He struggled to clear his head.  He had to think of a 
way to escape before this madman killed him.

Bill opened a door and threw Paul into the hall of an apartment.  Paul tried to 
run for the door, but it was already shut and locked.  Bill caught and easily 
held Paul as he slapped him.

"Now, Quince wanted you dead," Bill told him.  "I don't want to waste your 
new beauty, so welcome to your new home."

Paul looked up.  Bill was going to let him live.  He wasn't sure that living 
here as Bill's servant was better than death.

"You'll have company here when I'm off working.  Whore!" Paul thought 
for a second that Bill was talking to him, and then he heard someone running 
from the bedroom.  A naked black girl appeared.  She couldn't be any older 
than twenty.  She had a beautiful innocent face framed by long curly hair.  
Her breasts were large and firm and familiar.  Paul hadn't seen his new face 
yet, but he knew this girl was his twin.

"Welcome home, Master!" she said in a deferential manner.  Her eyes 
widened in surprise at the sight of Paul.

"Paul, do you know who this is?" asked Bill.  Paul didn't answer. "This was 
Jeff, the big burly man whose body I took.  Over the last week I've used a 
hypnotic drug to totally reshape her personality.  Now she is totally 
subservient and feminine.  I haven't even had to use the drug for the last two 
days."

Paul could hear the unspoken threat:  this is what is going to happen to you.  
Bill roughly removed Paul's clothes.  Paul knew better than to try to resist.  
Then Bill dragged him into the bedroom and strapped a sturdy collar to his 
neck.  The collar was attached to the wall by a strong metal chain.

Bill smiled at him.  "I installed this while I was training Whore.  She doesn't 
need it anymore, so you can have it.  I can tell I am going to have as much 
fun breaking you as I did with Jeff.  I've got to get back to work now, but 
I'll be back soon, slut." Bill walked to the door "Don't go away now."

Paul heard the front door open and shut.  He breathed out.  He had a chance 
if he could get away.  The chain was bolted securely to the wall, and he knew 
he wasn't going to free himself that way.  His collar was secured by a strong 
padlock.  He heard a movement at the door to the bedroom, and he looked up 
to see the girl peeking around the corner.

"Hello, Jeff.  Don't be afraid.  Its me, Paula Roberts.  Do you remember 
me?"

"My name is Whore.  I mustn't say the other name."

Paul winced.  What had Bill done to her?

"Okay.  Why don't you come in here," Paul said in as soothing a voice as 
possible.  "I can't hurt you."

The girl shook her head and disappeared.

"Damn you!  Come here!" shouted Paul in frustration.  To his surprise she 
obeyed.  She threw herself prostrate at his feet.

Bill hadn't been as clever as he thought in his conditioning of Jeff. She 
would obey any strongly worded command.  Paul held up the padlock on his 
collar "Get the key," he ordered, as sternly as possible.

Indecision flickered across Jeff's face.  Paul repeated the order, and she leapt 
to obey.  The key was in an ashtray by the bed.  Paul took the key from her, 
and gladly unlocked the collar.

Now they had to get out of there as quickly as possible.  "Where are your 
clothes?" Paul asked Jeff.

"I don't need clothes.  I am Whore." Jeff replied.

"What about your room?" Paul asked.  Jeff gave him a blank look. "Where 
do you sleep?" Jeff pointed to a dog basket at the foot of Bill's bed.  Paul 
made a face.  Bill was one sick man.

Paul started searching through the apartment.  Jeff had no clothes at all.  He 
and Jeff would have to wear something of Bill's.  The front door was 
securely locked and Paul could find no way to open it.  All the windows had 
grills put in place, it was like a miniature fortress. Paul wondered who Bill 
normally worked for to warrant such a well-protected home.  Probably the 
mob.

He was searching for a way out in the bathroom when he caught sight of 
himself and Jeff in the mirror.  Paul found it strange to think that he had a 
twin now.  He had the same pure-looking features Jeff had.  He had barely 
gotten used to his previous body, and now another stranger was staring back 
at him from the mirror.  He looked at his crotch in the mirror.  He was 100% 
female now.  He couldn't bring himself to explore his new anatomy right 
there and then.  There would be time after he escaped.

He returned to the bedroom with Jeff in tow, and began looking for a front 
door key.  Paul had just finished going through a bedside drawer when he 
heard the front door rattle and Bill curse as he dropped his keys.

Paul froze in fear.  If Bill found out he had got loose, he'd probably get 
beaten to within an inch of his life at best, but there was no way he was going 
to put that collar back on his neck.

Outside, Bill finally got the door open.  He walked back into his flat. 
Shutting the door, he frowned.  Where was Whore?  She was supposed to 
come and greet him whenever he came home.  He was just about to call out 
when the black girl sprinted out of the bedroom and prostrated herself in front 
of Bill.  "Welcome home, Master." she said.

"Where were you?  Looking at our new guest, I expect." He ran a hand over 
her bountiful breasts.  "Go to my bed, I'll join you soon."

The girl smiled and ran back into the bedroom.  Bill smiled.  He couldn't 
believe how well he had been able to alter her personality. No one would ever 
believe that had been a heterosexual male just over a week before.

He went to the bathroom for a quick shower.  He still found that having 
much darker skin was odd.  He'd be glad when he could dump this disguise 
and get his old body back.  The large shipment of controlled drugs had 
arrived that evening, and Bill had helped in providing security.  Over the next 
couple of days the drugs would be distributed to the various pushers.  Then 
Bill would collect the rest of his money and the drug to reverse his disguise.

He got out of the shower and dried himself off.  In the bedroom, his twin 
slave girls waited.  His new arrival was curled into a ball and still chained to 
the wall.  Bill decided to leave her be.  When he started her conditioning, he 
wanted to be uninterrupted.  Tonight he would just satisfy himself with 
Whore.

She was in his bed waiting for him, on her back with her legs apart. He could 
feel himself growing erect at just the sight of her.  Grinning he climbed on 
top of her and pawed her tits.

Paul was doing his best to keep a vacant happy look on his face as Bill 
groped him.  He hated what was about to happen, but he had to stay free so 
he had some chance of escape.  As Bill prepared to enter him, he began to 
think he should have put the collar back on himself rather than on Jeff.  His 
plan was to let Bill do what he wanted and then grab the door keys and get 
out while Bill was asleep.

To do that, he was going to have to let Bill fuck him.  Bill placed his cock at 
the entrance to Paul's pussy and then slid it deep into Paul.

Paul let out a long gasp of shock as he felt Bill's penis inside him. The 
feeling of penetration almost completely overwhelmed him.  Bill began 
thrusting deep into Paul.  Despite himself, Paul found himself becoming 
aroused.  It was so different from a man's erection, yet it felt somehow good.

He didn't have time to reach orgasm as he felt Bill strain against him, and 
then Bill spurted cum in towards Paul's womb.

Bill pulled out and smiled down at Paul.  "For a first time, that wasn't bad, 
Paul." He said.  "Did you really think I wouldn't notice the difference when I 
fucked you?"

Paul's heart sank.  Bill knew who he was.  His plan had failed already.

"With a little training," Bill continued, "You'll become as good as Whore 
over there." He got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. He returned 
with a syringe.  "This is the stuff that turned Jeff into a cock-crazed nympho, 
and it's going to do the same for you."

He started to advance on Paul.  "Your name will be Slut.  Quite appropriate I 
think."

14.  Chapter

Paul's eyes stared in horror at the syringe Bill was holding.  Once that was 
injected into him, he'd start down the path that led to total servitude.

"Hold still," commanded Bill.  He reached out and grabbed hold of Paul. 
Despite all his efforts, Paul could not get free from Bill's iron grip. Paul felt 
the needle being pressed against his arm and he knew it was now or never.

He bit Bill as hard as possible on the arm, drawing blood as he did so. Bill 
bellowed in anger, but didn't let go.  Then Paul felt the prick of the syringe, 
and a strange dreaminess overcame him.

Bill flung Paul onto the bed and stomped off to the bathroom to get 
something for his arm.  Paul tried to remember what he had to do as he lay 
there on the bed.  It was something important.  He knew he should be afraid, 
but the drug had dulled his emotions as well as his thought processes.

Just then, a hoarse shout cut through the apartment.  It had obviously come 
from Bill.  Paul lifted his head and stared stupidly at Jeff, who was still 
chained to the wall.  Jeff was obviously frightened by the noise.  They 
listened in silence for several long minutes, but the apartment was quiet.

Paul dropped his head back onto the bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

He didn't stir until the early hours of the next morning.  His head was still 
throbbing from the after effects of the drug, but he remembered where he 
was.  A young black woman was curled up on some cushions by a wall.  
Paul remembered Jeff and what had happened to the former guard and to 
himself.  He got off the bed and looked closely at himself in the mirror.  He 
had barely gotten used to seeing the reflection of a young white girl, and now 
he had to get used to yet another body.

This body had one major difference.  It was fully female.  Paul remembered 
with disgust his aborted attempt to escape the previous night by pretending to 
be Jeff.  He shivered when he remembered being mauled by Bill's hands and 
then entered by him.  He could still feel Bill's cock thrusting deep into his 
vagina.  That was what sex would mean for him from now on.  Paul still 
found it very difficult to face the fact that his manhood was lost, perhaps 
forever.  A sudden thought occurred to him.  Where was Bill?

Cautiously, he made his way through the house, looking for Bill.  Paul found 
him, or what was left of him, in the bathroom.  The glimpse Paul got before 
he ran out of the room in horror was of a nearly totally dissolved pile of 
human remains.

Paul ran back into the bedroom, steadying his breasts with his hands as he 
ran.  Once back inside, he tried to calm down and he had to fight the urge to 
be sick.  What had happened to Bill?  He must have been infected with the 
stronger virus when Paul had bitten him, but it had failed to change Bill 
successfully.  Instead, it had dissolved him! The stronger virus must have a 
higher chance of failure, Paul realised. That's why Quince had tried it out on 
him first.

He felt cold.  Being trapped in a woman's body was bad, but it was far better 
than dying like that.  He looked down at his physical twin and gently woke 
her up.

"Master?" asked the girl.

"No," replied Paul.  "He told me to look after you." After some searching, 
Paul found the key by the bed and undid the collar around Jeff's neck.  He 
went through the wardrobe and pulled out some shorts and some jumpers.  
They were hopelessly oversized, but they would have to do until they could 
find something better.  They made Jeff and Paul look even younger and 
smaller than they really were, which Paul thought wasn't really a good idea in 
the neighborhood they were in.

Jeff had to be persuaded to wear any clothes at all, and she only reluctantly 
put them on when Paul told her that her master had ordered it.  Finally, Paul 
picked up Bill's keyring and unlocked the front door.  Quickly, he dragged 
Jeff downstairs, and into Bill's car.

Paul didn't feel at all safe until they were well clear of Bill's apartment.  
There was only one place to go, back to Mandy's.  Paul wondered how well 
she would take the change in her lover.  He dumped the car several blocks 
from Mandy's apartment and then had to pull Jeff through the streets.  She 
wanted to stop at every new sight, drinking it in.  She was starting to answer 
to the name Jeff, now that she was away from Bill's place, but Paul 
wondered if she would ever recover fully from what Bill had done to her.

As they climbed the stairs to Mandy's apartment, he could hear a heated 
argument going on behind the door.  Paul couldn't make out what was being 
said, but one voice was definitely Mandy's.  The other belonged to Dr.  
Michael Kingston.

Paul marched up to the door and hammered on it.  The conversation inside 
ceased, but no one opened the door.  "I know you're in there, Michael!" Paul 
shouted in anger.  "Open this door!"

The door opened slowly and a worried-looking Mandy was standing there. 
"Can I help you?" she asked nervously.

"Mandy, it's me, Paul.  The bastards tricked me." Paul could see Mandy 
didn't believe him.  "You have the person responsible in there." Paul dragged 
Jeff into the flat and went looking for Michael.

Mandy shut the door and set off in pursuit of the twins.  By the time she 
caught up with them, one was already attacking Michael.

"What the hell are you up to, you monster?!" Paul screamed in Michael's 
face.

"Paul?  Oh my God." Michael responded in shock.  "Let me explain."

Paul glowered at him, but said nothing.

"Quince is a smuggler of controlled drugs.  I didn't find that out until I was 
implicated in the smuggling.  I finally decided enough was enough.  I'm not 
going back there.  I had no idea that Quince would try the stronger virus on 
you.  You're lucky to be alive."

"Lucky!" Paul shouted in frustration.  "I've lost the one chance to get my 
body back, and I'm now fully female!"

"I'm really sorry."

"Are you really Paul?" Mandy asked the young black woman in a 
disbelieving tone.

"I am.  Remember how we went at it the night before last?  Quince and his 
cronies did use the DNA-altering process on me again, but they had no 
intention of restoring my old body." Paul swallowed, "I'm 100% female 
now."

Mandy was becoming convinced that somehow this woman was the same 
person she had shared her apartment with.  The face and body were very 
different, but the body movements and patterns of speech were very similar 
to Paul's.  She had been worried when Paul hadn't returned the previous 
day.  Now she knew she had been right to worry.

Paul turned back to Michael.  "Can you make an even stronger version of the 
virus so I can be changed again?"

"I could," said Michael.  "But it wouldn't help.  It would kill you for 
certain."

Mandy pointed at Paul's twin, who was standing quietly behind him. "Who 
are you?"

Paul answered, "This is a guard from the building.  His name is Jeff. Though 
he isn't in a fit state for questions at the moment."

"So what do we do now?" asked Mandy.

"We go to the police.  This is way too much to handle ourselves." said Paul.

"You can." answered Michael.  "I'm out of here.  I only came here to warn 
you to stay away from Quince."

"No way," Paul replied angrily, "You're partly the cause of the problem.  
Look, I'm a lawyer.  I kno