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Part 8.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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THE NEXT AFTERNOON...
Tracie adjusted her stockings before stepping out of the car in front
of the doctor's house. Janine and she were posing as sisters,
worried that their little brother's cross-dressing was more than just
a phase he was going through. They went up to the front door,
knocked, and waited. A slit in the door opened and a man asked, "May
I help you?"
"Yes, we have an appointment with Doctor Elliott."
"Your names?"
"Susan and Elaine Butler."
"Wait a second." After a couple minutes, the door opened and the man
said, "This way ladies. The doctor will see you now."
They were walked back to a small home office where they were greeted
by a clean-cut, conservatively dressed gentleman. The man presented
the image of a respectable professional, but Tracie's senses told her
of this man's hidden fanaticism. He smiled politely and asked, "What
can I do for you, ladies?"
Janine (Susan) said, "It's our brother, doctor. He's been sneaking
into our clothes for most of his life. We thought it was just a
phase, but recently he's been saying things about how he thinks he's
really a girl in a man's body. Other doctors tell us he has a gender
dysfunction or something like that, and that we should be supportive
and help him to come to grips with being a woman, but it just sickens
us to think that our brother is some kind of sick-o and we're
supposed to just accept that. You're the only one we've found who's
even willing to discuss trying to cure our brother."
"Unfortunate, but true. In today's day, people are so concerned with
'tolerance' and 'acceptance' that they refuse to do what is necessary
to help fix these poor, sick 'transsexuals'."
Tracie (Elaine) asked, "Are you sure this is right, doctor?
Shouldn't we be more tolerant and accepting?"
"Miss Butler, I ask you; would you 'tolerate' cancer? Would you
'accept' an infection? Your brother's delusion causes him to suffer,
both from an illusionary 'wrongness' in his body, and because society
is repulsed by his sickness. You're doing him a favor by coming to
me."
Janine asked, "What do we need to do?"
As they discussed the details of a false abduction of a nonexistent
brother, in another part of the base, the doctor's lab assistant and
Miss Wilson loaded a nearly unconscious Samantha into the V.R. chair.
After securing her in place, they turned on the machine. Finding
herself in the fake apartment, Sam mentally called out to her husband.
In the other end of the house, Tracie found her attention diverted to
Sam. She was aware that Doctor Elliott was still talking to her, but
that didn't matter. Sam was close enough that Tracie knew she was in
the same building. Right in the middle of the conversation, Tracie,
seemingly staring into nothingness, said, "She's here."
Surprised by this sudden interruption, Doctor Elliott asked, "Pardon me?"
Tracie surprised all of them by leaping forward and grabbing the
doctor around the throat and yelling, "Give me back Samantha!"
Alarms started ringing and Janine said, "Crap!" while pulling a gun
from her purse. She yelled into the mike hidden in her blouse, "Get
in here!"
A man barged in and yelled, "Freeze!"
Janine pointed her gun at the man and shot at him. She purposefully
missed, driving him back through the door. The shots distracted
Tracie just long enough for Doctor Elliott to break free and dive
through the door behind his desk. Tracie ran around the desk and
tried to get through the door, but it was locked. She started
slamming her shoulder against the door and Janine yelled, "Wait for
back-up!" Tracie ignored her and, on the third slam, broke the door
in and followed the doctor. Janine shook her head, said, "Damn it,"
and followed Tracie.
In a room near the entrance, two guards saw Linda, Dell, and
Elizabeth charge the door. One asked, "Do we need to worry about
them?"
"Not unless they've got a battering ram," the other replied.
But there was a loud boom of metal being forced to bend beyond its
limits and ripped from its mounts, and the steel door that was
supposed to be blocking the entrance went flying by their door. The
first said, "I guess they've got a battering ram."
The two leapt up and ran into the entry hall. Coming through the
door, Linda strode with purposeful intent, her dark brown eyes
betraying the only hint of the anger she was holding in check. The
men charged her. She grabbed the first, kicked the second, then
delivered a quick palm heel strike to the chest of the first. There
was a flash of light as the first man went flying back, soaring
twenty feet through the air to slam into the wall at the end of the
hall. The remaining guard, seeing his ally fly through the air and
being a bit less fanatical then the others in the house, threw his
hands up and yelled, "I give!" Linda strode past him as Elizabeth
and Dell came in and secured the man.
Elizabeth commented, "Before this, I never understood the fascination
some people had for chasing after big storms like tornadoes and
hurricanes. Now I do."
In the V.R. lab, the techs were surprised when the doctor burst into
the room, ran to Sam's chair and started undoing her straps. Before
they could ask what was going on, a tall blonde burst into the room.
The doctor yelled, "Get her!"
The male lab tech charged at her, but suddenly found her hand wrapped
around his throat. Then, with a choke slam that would've impressed a
professional wrestler, Tracie lifted him up and threw him into the
floor.
Tracie turned on the doctor and coldly said, "Let her go."
The doctor yanked Sam from the chair and wrapped his arm around her
neck. He started dragging her towards a door in the back of the room
and said, "Don't try anything, or I'll snap her neck like a twig."
Miss Wilson was just staring, wondering what was going on when Janine
slid into the room. She pointed her gun at Miss Wilson and said,
"Freeze." Not figuring on facing an armed woman, Miss Wilson just
threw up her hands in surrender.
Janine turned the gun on Doctor Elliott. He said, "Ah-ah, wouldn't
want to hit your friend." He continued to move towards the door,
dragging Sam along with him, using her as a shield. Janine was
afraid of what Tracie would do, but she kept her distance, despite
wanting to charge forward and throttle the man. He pulled her
through the door and quickly shut it behind him. Tracie charged the
door and tried to batter it down with her shoulder.
On the other side of the door, the doctor pulled Sam along towards
the back door. Sam was beginning to recover from the drugs and
sudden shock of being forced from the V.R. world to the real world
and was beginning to struggle. Doctor Elliott said, "Don't they
understand? I'm just trying to fix you!"
Suddenly, a ghostly voice said, "Let her go."
The doctor turned and saw a glowing figure hovering in mid-air.
"Nice light show. Doesn't impress me." The doctor felt a wave of
anger rush from the figure, then stared open-mouthed as the figure
changed...
In the lab, Linda stepped into the room as everyone heard a
blood-curdling scream. Linda said, "Move," and, once Tracie and
Janine were out of the way, performed a spinning back kick on the
door. The door crumpled and fell into the room, and they charged in.
Inside they found Sam leaning against a wall for support. On the
opposite side of the room, the doctor was curled up in a fetal
position, babbling incoherently. Tracie ran up and tried to help
Sam. Sam, still not fully cognizant of her surroundings, tried to
throw Tracie's hands from her. Tracie said, "Sam! Sam, it's me!"
Sam stopped and squinted at Tracie, appearing as though she were
trying to look through smoke. Finally she said, "T... Tracie?"
Tracie nodded and Sam fell into her arms, crying in relief.
Fifteen minutes later, the police were shoving the criminals into the
backs of cars. The lead officer was reading Elaine (who, with Susan,
had stayed back to coordinate) the riot act about taking the law into
her own hands. Elaine took it with good-nature, politely agreeing
and answering any questions he had. All the while, she kept glancing
over to Sam and Tracie, who still had their arms wrapped around each
other and had been inseparable since earlier. Elaine couldn't help
but smile.
************
TWO DAYS LATER, AFTER THE FUNERAL...
Sam sat with her family and friends (except for Linda, who had left
to be with her wife as soon as she could), discussing the past few
days. James had his arm around his wife, where it had been pretty
much non-stop since they had recovered her. Sam asked, "So why did
Doctor Elliott come after me? And how did he know I was here?"
Elaine, who had been following the case, explained, "It seems you
were the doctor's first 'cure' before he joined the T.S.D.D.A. He
only used psycho-babble badgering to 'help' you. Later he used the
Alliance's more advanced technology to brainwash his patients. He
figured you might reject his simpler stuff, so when he heard about
your father's funeral, he stopped by to see if you were still
quote-engaging in your delusional perversity-unquote. His words.
According to his confession, he didn't even recognize you until he
saw you and your sisters hugging at the first attempt of a funeral."
James seemed incredulous. "He had all this prepared just in case Sam
came to the funeral?"
Elspeth said, "They're fanatics. Willing to do anything to serve
their agenda."
"Weird."
Elaine looked at her watch. "Look at the time. Janine, you and I
better get going if we're going to catch our flight."
Susan and Janine bid everyone a fond farewell before going out to the
helicopter. Susan and Elizabeth, who were staying to sightsee a bit,
went up to the room they were using. Sam, James, and Sam's family
chatted for a bit before they heard the helicopter return. Amanda
looked out the window and said, "Norma's back."
Kate said, "Wonder why."
Elspeth teased, "She's here for wild, passionate sex with Amanda."
Amanda went wide-eyed. Kate turned and asked, "Really?"
Amanda quickly (perhaps too quickly) replied, "No! Norma just
promised to teach me how to fly a helicopter, so she's sticking
around to do that."
"Too bad. She's got a luscious bod."
Elspeth added, "And she sure does smell pretty."
Amanda sputtered a bit before saying, "I get enough of that from the
brat." She nodded towards Kate. "I don't need it from you." She
turned to Kate. "And you are a married woman. There's only one bod
you should be worried about, and that's your husband's." She stood
up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go greet our guest."
Kate teased, "Gee, you didn't greet Dell like that when he came to
visit." Amanda's only response was to fling a pillow at her before
walking outside. After she left, Kate giggled and said, "Amanda
always was an easy tease."
James commented, "So easy this time because it's so close to the
truth. I can sense it." James tapped the side of his head.
"Really?" Kate looked at the door Amanda had just passed through.
"This is going to be fun."
Elspeth said, "Leave her alone, Kate. She's going to have enough
problems dealing with her sexuality without your help."
"Spoilsport."
Sam laughed and then asked, "Speaking of Dell, where is he?"
"Went out to California. Said something about doing something with
Mistress Elaine."
"'Mistress' Elaine?"
"Well, I've got to admit, she fits the role."
Sam said, "If you'll excuse me, ladies, I'm going to take my husband
upstairs and do what we haven't done in too long."
Sam and James went upstairs to their room. Inside, Sam started to
remove James's shirt, saying, "I need you, James."
"Do you want me as James or Tracie?"
"James. I need you to make love to me as a man."
James joked, "So you want me to poke you a couple times then roll
over and fall asleep? I'm not sure I can do that anymore."
Sam slapped him on the stomach and said, "Hush," but smiled, James's
joke being a much needed tension reliever from the past few days.
She pulled his shirt from his pants as he reached behind her and
unzipped her dress. He slid the dress from her shoulders and kissed
her. She reciprocated by helping to remove his shirt and kissing him
back. They then separated. Sam removed her slip, and James pulled
off his undershirt. Sam removed her bra and panties as James removed
his shoes, socks, and pants. They embraced, rubbing their naked
bodies together.
James lifted Sam and carried her to the bed. He gently set her down.
He climbed on the bed beside her, gently kissing his way down her
body. He carefully moved her penis out of the way and applied his
lips to her vagina. Sam took her own breasts in hand and rubbed them
as he expertly licked her to ecstasy. It was only a few more seconds
before he gave Sam her first orgasm of the evening.
He then slid up her body. He took his dick and slid it into her
vagina. He lay atop her, pressing his body onto hers. Sam wrapped
her legs and arms around him and gave him the deepest, most
passionate kiss she could. He gently nuzzled her neck and ears as he
began to pump in and out of her. He continued to move like he knew
she loved until she came, not once or twice, but in a screaming
multiple orgasm.
After they had finished, Sam said, "Thank you, James. I needed that."
"Any time."
About half way through the night, Sam woke. She got up, grabbed a
heavy robe, and headed outside. James had told her of the strange
voice that had been feeding him info, and she wanted to try
something. Out on the porch, she looked up into the stars and said,
"Andros, are you out there?"
A voice said, "Sorry, kiddo, but Andros has already moved on to his
next incarnation."
Sam turned, shocked at who she saw there. "Daddy?"
The spirit of her deceased father walked over to her. He leaned on
the porch railing and looked out into the night sky. "It's a
beautiful night tonight," he commented casually.
She just leaned over beside him and said, "Yeah, it is." They stood
there together silently until Sam turned to him and asked, "Daddy,
why? Why couldn't you accept me for who I was? Why'd you... rape
me?"
Without looking at her, he said, "I was sick, Samantha. That's
explanation, not excuse. There is no excuse for what I did. All I
can say is that with your mother's death, my world was crumbling
around me, and then I saw you." He turned and looked her in the eye.
"I still don't think you or your sisters realize how much you look
like your mother."
"Really?"
"Dig out the old photo albums. You'll see it. That's why I attacked
you. I wanted her back. For the next two years, I wanted you to
both run away and stay with me. Then your sister came home, and...
you know."
"Daddy, I'm sorry for not being man enough to stay Samuel."
"Don't be silly. In the trial I went through for what I did to you,
I got some therapy, and spent the rest of my life blaming myself for
your transsexuality. Was I a bad example? Wasn't I man enough?
Then I died, and I realized it wasn't anybody's fault. You were just
in the wrong body."
"Then you came back to protect me."
"Least I could do. I didn't do right by you in life, so I protected
you in death."
Sam thought about it and asked, "Why didn't you just tell James about
Doctor Elliott? Why all the mysterious hints?"
"Part of the rules."
"Rules?"
"Yup. As a guardian spirit, I can't give the living solutions, just
point them in the right direction."
"Was it you who did... whatever it was to the doctor?"
"Yeah, it was. Technically, I suppose I wasn't supposed to reveal my
existence, but since the doc didn't believe in me and will eventually
convince himself it was a trick, I got away with it."
"What did you do?"
Her father grinned. "I'm not sure your delicate, female
sensibilities can handle what I did."
"Uh-huh, sure. Seriously, what did you do?"
"Really want to know? It's gross."
"Uh-huh." He held up his hand. The skin and muscles slowly peeled
away until only a skeletal hand remained. With a mildly disgusted
look, she said, "You did that to him?"
"Actually I did that to my head to him."
Sam said, "Ewwww," and turned away.
"Told ya. But do you have any other questions? I don't have much time left."
"Dad, I know it's silly to worry about this now, but why'd you stop
taking me fishing? Was it something I did?"
"No. Nothing you did." He sighed. "I'm not sure I want to tell
you, but I don't suppose it matters now. That was the first year
your mother grew sick. We didn't want to tell you about that. We
were afraid you were too young to handle it. I had to make a choice
between her doctor's bills and the fishing. We couldn't tell you
about why there was no more fishing without telling you about your
mom's illness. I think now that maybe I made the wrong choice. The
doctors could've waited."
"Thank you, daddy."
He stared into the night. "I've got to go now."
"Can't you stay? I'm just getting to know you."
He shook his head. "Life is for the living. It's time for me to move on."
"Good-bye, daddy. And although you didn't ask for it, I forgive you."
As he faded, he said, "Thank you, child."
After he was gone, Sam watched the night until a chill breeze
reminded her she was wearing only a robe. She went back inside and
crawled back into bed with James, letting his love warm her up.
************
EIGHT MONTHS LATER...
Doctor Elliott and Miss Wilson got out of the prison van. The doctor
asked the guard, "Why am I here? This is the women's prison."
"Cutbacks. Your check-up will be done here."
The guard escorted them into the facility where they stripped, poked,
and prodded him. At one point he got stuck in the arm (he thought
for drawing blood), and got an injection. Before he could protest,
he froze. His body trembled and shifted. When he could move again,
he looked down and saw a rather sizable pair of boobs!
The doctor checking them out said, "Welcome to Hadrass County Prison,
Lydia Nevill."
"What are you talking about? I'm Bill Elliott."
"Don't be silly. That's a guy's name. Does any guy you know have
these?" The doctor thumped his breast. "Welcome to prison, Lydia."
As the doctor was escorted into the prison, he began to wonder. All
his adult life, he had been trained to believe he was nothing more
than his body. But he was now a cross between a guy and a girl, a
woman with a dick, so what was he now?
************
THE END of Biochemistry 4
What's coming up next is pure teaser for Biochemistry 5. It contains
an event people have been asking about for a while, but for I have no
idea when the story will be written. So for the impatient amongst
you, skip the rest. It'll only drive you crazy.
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BIOCHEMISTRY 5:THE TRIAL
Sam walked into Elaine's office and sat on the couch with a grunt of
exhaustion. Elaine asked, "Rough day?"
"It's this case I'm working on."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm defending a transsexual accused of statutory rape of a student.
She's the house mother of a local sorority, and she's been accused of
having sex with a minor in the sorority."
"Some question about her innocence?"
"Not a bit. She says she's innocent, the staff of the university
agree, and the girls of the sorority including the 'victim' all say
she'd never do such a thing."
"So what's the problem?"
"The problem is that up to about a decade ago, this girl didn't
exist. There are no records whatsoever. And the man accusing her,
the father of the supposed victim, has enough political pull to
exploit that and make it seem like this girl has some kind of really
shady past. If I don't find something, this girl is going to jail
for a crime she didn't commit."
"What does the girl say about her past? Anything she tells you is
covered by lawyer-client confidentiality."
"She won't talk. She says that the secrets of her past life are not
hers to share. She also claims that I wouldn't believe what she had
to say."
Elaine had to smile. Considering Sam's past, if this woman told her
that she had been born on another planet, Sam probably wouldn't bat
an eyelash. "So what can I do for you?"
"My own investigators are coming up dry, and I know you have some
really great investigators. Would you mind if I used them to
investigate this girl's past?"
Elaine considered it. "I think it'd be better if I had them do the
investigation. They're not exactly the type a reputable officer of
the court should be associating with."
"That'll work."
Elaine turned back to her desk and picked up the Rolodex. "So what's
this girl's name?"
"Lita Alexis."
Sam heard a thump. She looked over and saw Elaine trembling, the
Rolodex at her feet. Elaine asked, "This girl, does she walk with a
cane; is she about five foot six, medium brown hair, and a facial
structure and complexion that seems to hint at just a bit of eastern
European descent?"
"Sounds like her. Why? Do you know her?"
Elaine grasped the edge of the desk to keep from falling over. "Oh,
god, could it be? After all this time, have we finally found her?"
************
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