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DNA III - Part 5
This is late even by my my standards. I won't bother making
more promises I can't keep, though I will _try_ to get two parts
out within one week.
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DNA III - Part Five
by
Stephanie
Robert Petrucci slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling
tiles. They seemed to be moving subtly, but he couldn't catch them in
the act. Then two heads moved into his vision, one from the left and one
from the right.
The one on the right was a man in his late forties with sandy
colored hair. Rob's attention was drawn to the head on his left. That
one belonged to a black woman who couldn't be more than twenty. She had
short hair cut in a boyish style. Both heads emerged from bodies dressed
in white doctors' coats.
"How is he?" asked the woman. Rob thought her voice sounded as
nice as she looked. He wondered idly what she was like in bed.
"Everything seems fine," the other head replied. "He's drugged
to the eyeballs so go slowly with him."
Rob looked over at the woman again. She looked slightly anxious,
but it only made her look even more sexy. He heard a door click shut and
only then noticed that the other head had gone.
The woman looked down at him and smiled nervously, "Hi, do you
know how you got here?"
Rob frowned at that. He didn't even know where 'here' was.
Slowly, he kicked his brain into gear and sorted back through his
memory. Vaguely, he could remember helping to unload a cargo plane, the
way he had looked up to see a large steel drum bearing down on him.
He couldn't remember the moment of impact, but he could recall
the moments immediately after the accident. He knew straight away that
his body had been badly injured. He had felt himself twisted at
impossible angles. Then the pain had hit and he had quickly lost
consciousness.
The next day had been a jumble of pain and unconsciousness. Most
of it involved being transferred to an army research facility where they
were going to use the DNA Virus to save his life. The DNA Virus! That's
right, he had already been treated with it. For the first time he
realized that the pain was gone.
The woman was waiting for an answer. It took Rob some moments
to remember what the question had been, then he nodded slowly.
"Good," the woman said. "Now, I don't know how much of this you
remember, but the operation was successful, but there was a side-effect
we weren't expecting."
Several confused images flashed through Rob's mind. He was in
some sort of operating theatre and he was really frightened by
something. It could have been a dream as he was sure he heard his mom's
voice in the background.
"The good news," the woman said, "is that the DNA Virus totally
repaired the injuries your body suffered. In short, you're going to live."
She paused as if trying to work out what to say next.
Rob was getting a little better at fighting off the drugs now.
Something had gone wrong, but what? He tried to speak, but his mouth was
dry and all he could manage was a croak. He coughed and tried again.
"Bad news?" he whispered, but his voice still sounded oddly distorted.
"We used the DNA virus loaded with your own DNA. So, you should
have been turned into yourself, but without the injuries. Something went
wrong. We don't know exactly what yet, but it isn't life-threatening."
"What...happened?" Rob whispered.
"Do you know who I am?" the black woman asked.
Rob studied her face. Something was tickling the back of his
mind, but he couldn't put a name to her. He shook his head.
The woman gave a small laugh. "You're probably one of only a
dozen people who doesn't. My name is Paul Roberts."
Rob frowned, that was a man's name and she was clearly a woman.
Then the clouds of confusion cleared. Now he knew who she was. She was
that lawyer boyfriend of the woman who had invented the virus. The
lawyer who had become a woman himself. He wondered why Paul wanted him
to know who he was dealing with rather than tell him what had gone
wrong. Unless it had something to do with what had gone wrong.
Then another memory from the operating theatre surfaced, of him
grasping the breasts that were growing from his own chest. He struggled
to sit up, but he couldn't co-ordinate his own movements.
"It's okay," Paul said worriedly. "Be calm, I know how bad this
feels, but it isn't the end of the world."
Rob looked up at Paul. "Let me see," he said. Now he was
listening for it, the feminine pitch of his voice was obvious.
Paul hesitated for a moment, but then helped the soldier to sit
up. Rob felt his head pulled back as he sat up and then realized his
hair was caught on something. Paul lifted him up slightly and the
pressure eased. Robert felt very odd as he realized he had been sitting
on his own hair.
He reached behind himself and grabbed a handful of it. It was
more than long enough to pull around in front of himself and see it. His
buzzcut ginger hair was gone and it had been replaced by a luxuriant
mass of silky black hair. This was now his!
His attention switched from the hair to the hand that was
holding it. It was very different from the broad, callused hand he had
been familiar with, and it was a different color. The pale white skin
that had always burned and never tanned under the sun now had a
yellowish hue to it. The freckles on his arm had also vanished and left
his skin unblemished.
Rob shivered as it finally dawned on him that his old body was
gone, perhaps irrevocably. He felt a strange movement on his chest and
froze. He knew what was there, but didn't want to face them. They were
the penultimate truth that he was no longer a man.
Despite himself, his eyes were drawn downwards to the abundant
bosom he now possessed. He stared at them for several long minutes,
watching them rise and fall with every breath he took. They were damn
good tits, large, but not saggy. It was just a pity they were on his
chest instead of some girlfriend of his. He laughed and it caused his
breasts to jostle.
But they weren't the worst of it he knew. He knew that his
problems ran far deeper than breasts. They were easy, he could have them
cut off. But no plastic surgeon could ever fully give him back his dick.
He pressed his thighs together and felt nothing. "I-I'm totally a
chick?" he asked in a small, high voice.
Paul nodded, "Yes, but as soon as you're checked out okay and we
work out what went wrong we can try again. We can use a stronger form of
the virus, but that will carry some risks. There's a fair chance that
you wouldn't survive it."
"Anything's better than this," Robert replied.
"Okay, but just remember, this isn't permanent. The choice is
yours."
Robert looked up from his breasts. "Do you have a mirror?"
"Yeah," Paul replied holding up a small rectangular mirror. He
had clearly been expecting Rob to ask for one.
Rob held it in his trembling, female hands. He gasped when he
saw a stranger looking back. He had been expecting it, but that wasn't
the same as being literally faced with the truth. There was no doubt
about it, the girl in the mirror was Asian. She was attractive and
alluring. "Well, at least I'm good looking." he heard himself remark.
"Not necessarily a good thing," Paul said, "but better than the
alternative."
Rob felt his head start to spin and he carefully laid down
again, trying to avoid pulling his long hair as he did so. "Who is she?
Whose face and body do I have?"
"To be honest, we don't know. If we do find out, I'll let you
know."
Rob's eyes slowly drooped closed and he was soon asleep.
Paul sat there for a few minutes, absentmindedly stroking Rob's
head. Then he got to his feet and walked from the room. As he left a
nurse entered to keep an eye on the sleeping soldier.
Paul crossed the hall and entered a room on the other side. In
it, Anne, Dr Stracken and the Colonel were watching Rob's room on a
closed-circuit TV.
"I think he took that rather calmly," the colonel remarked.
"With that amount of drugs in him, I'm not surprised." Dr
Stracken replied. "Are you okay with helping him adjust, Paul?"
"Sure," Paul replied, "I'm no counsellor, but I have had to calm
my clients before they went to court." He shrugged. "And I do know
exactly what he's going through."
"Hopefully, it will only be temporary," the colonel said. "Did
you have to tell him about the risks of the stronger virus?"
"He has a right to know," Paul said. "It's not an easy choice to
make. I don't know what I'd do in his shoes. I've already had a dose of
the stronger virus so I'm stuck this way until Anne makes another
breakthrough."
"Talking of which," Colonel Rigdon said turning to Anne. "Are
the results on the samples in yet?"
"They should be," Anne said. "I'll go and check."
"I'll come with you," the colonel said and he followed her from
the room.
Dr Stracken turned back to the TV. "Poor kid," he said sadly.
"Yeah," replied Paul.
The colonel had to keep up with Anne as she marched to the labs.
It was easy to tell she was at least as angry about what had happened as
he was. Where they differed was in apportioning blame. Rigdon was
already certain where the problem lay, but Anne refused to jump to
conclusions.
"Research scientists," Anne told him when he mentioned it again,
"learn not to jump to conclusions. We have to wait for enough evidence."
"As far as I'm concerned, there already is enough evidence,"
retorted Rigdon. "His past speaks for itself."
"But I've had no problems with him since he started working for
me." Anne pointed out. "No-one else apart from me had so much experience
of the virus. He'd know to be doubly sure to avoid making a mistake."
"Perhaps," the colonel replied, "but I'm not surprised that the
problem showed up only when you had a real problem to deal with."
"I'm responsible for this, even if he did cause the error.
Though I can't see how it could possibly happen. I checked those samples
again and again."
"It isn't possible the samples were contaminated with another
one?"
"Technically, I suppose it is possible for a virus with one DNA
pattern to be mixed in with a virus with another pattern; they wouldn't
be able to effect each other though."
They reached the doors to Anne's lab. She was surprised to see a
guard had been assigned to the door. She thought it was a pointless
measure; no-one could break into the base and get as far as the door
without being detected. She punched in the code on the keypad and the
door clicked open.
"Also," she continued as she entered the lab, "if there were two
samples in there then Petrucci would be a mixture of himself and that
girl. Another point against that theory is that we don't know where that
donor DNA came from. The girl Petrucci became is not in my list of DNA
donors."
"So, you don't have any answers?"
"Not yet," Anne replied irritably. She walked over to her
samples and frowned. "This isn't right."
The colonel walked over to her. "What is it?"
"The samples I used in the experiment all contain the foreign
DNA, even my back-ups, but the ones I kept here in a separate
compartment in the lab still have his original DNA."
Rigdon looked worried. "And why is that?"
"There's no reason for it. Both sets of samples underwent
exactly the same processes and treatments, but there's more. Over here
are where I keep the pure viruses."
"The virus that haven't been given a DNA imprint yet?"
"That's right," Anne said nodding, "I have twelve vials of it
here, but my test only revealed ten with active viruses in them."
"What happened to the other two?"
"Perhaps they died?" Anne mused out loud. "They shouldn't have
done; at low temperature they go dormant and can last for years. She
took the two suspect vials over to another bench and ran a few quick
tests. "Shit!"
"How bad is it?" The colonel asked. "Has it mutated?" This was
his worst fear. If the virus became airborne, or start killing people,
it'd be his duty to try and contain it.
"It hasn't mutated," Anne said, "because there's no virus in
here to mutate. It's just tap water."
"This is deliberate?" The colonel asked.
"Oh there's no doubt about it," Anne said, clearly very angry.
"Someone, who knew the working of the virus very well, has got in here,
dumped my original samples, replaced them with a virus based on God
knows who, and replaced the pure virus used with tap water!"
"How long would they have needed to do this?"
"Just minutes, if they knew what they were doing."
"And there are only two people who would know how to do it that
quickly and they had easy access to the lab."
Anne gripped the sides of the bench to stop her throwing
equipment around the lab. She had worked side by side with Michael for
months and all the time he had been about to stab her in the back! He
had betrayed her and he had betrayed Paul's trust for the second time.
She fought to bring herself under control. "Where is he?"
"Last I heard he was in his room. I have given orders not to let
him out of the base."
Anne felt slightly uneasy at that statement. The colonel had
given that order before it had become apparent Michael's actions was
more malicious than accidental. She shook off the sensation and walked
over to the accommodation. She felt like running, but deliberately
restrained herself.
As she entered the block she was met by a concerned-looking Jim.
"What's going on Anne? Have you and Michael had a row?"
"Not now, Jim," Anne said tiredly. She kept on walking. "I'll
let you know what's going on as soon as I find out myself!"
She hammered on Michael's door. After a few moments the door
opened and Michael looked out warily. He could tell from the look of
thunder on Anne's face that she wasn't there to apologize about the
argument earlier. The colonel's presence just behind her didn't go
unnoticed either. With a sigh he backed into his room closely followed
by Anne and Rigdon.
"Why did you do it?" Anne asked. "What possible reason can you
have for doing what you did to that poor, young man?"
"What? You think I did it deliberately now?"
"Dr Chamberlain checked the vials," the colonel said softly.
"She discovered the missing 'pure' viruses."
"I don't know anything about that," Michael said angrily.
"Why did you do it?" Anne repeated. "Does someone still have
something on you from your days with Quince? Whatever it is, you have to
tell us."
"You already know everything there is to know!" Michael almost
shouted. "That bastard didn't need anything else to keep me under
control."
"Did you use all the missing pure viruses making the new samples
for Petrucci?" Anne asked.
"I didn't do it, Anne!" Michael protested.
"You think this was just a diversion?" the colonel asked Anne.
"It has to be," Anne replied. "Petrucci's just a kid, who would
want to do that to him?"
"I'll get the base locked down," Rigdon said simply. He turned
and left the room. Anne blasted Michael with a withering gaze before
following the colonel.
Outside, the colonel summoned a private and told him to place
Michael under arrest. "Is that necessary?" Anne asked.
Rigdon nodded, "He may not have passed on the pure virus.
Whatever the case, we can't have a risk like that loose in the base."
"Colonel! Doctor!" Anne turned to see Arnold and his cameraman
walking towards them. "Do you have any comment on what happened today?"
Rigdon saw the look on her face and said. "Don't worry, I'll get
rid of them." He turned and moved towards the two men, holding his arms
out to move them back down the corridor. "We have no statement to make
at this time," he said, overriding Arnold's objections.
Anne rubbed her forehead. It felt like she was getting another
migraine.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rob slowly drifted back to consciousness. It took him a few
seconds to remember where he was. Everything still had the edge of
unreality, but his mind was clearer as the drugs lost their effects.
Paul was asleep in the chair next to the bed, his arms crossed under his
breasts.
He was gripped by the desire to see his new body. He had to know
the extent of what had been done to him. Slowly, he sat up, taking care
not to pull on his long hair as he did so. His body felt different and
wrong. He could tell that the muscled firmness had gone, to be replaced
by soft roundness that jiggled disconcertingly.
Rob pulled back the covers of the bed. He glanced down, but
couldn't see between his legs because of the large breasts he now
possessed. Slowly, he slid his legs over the side of the bed and rested
them on the floor. His feet looked smaller, but otherwise felt the same.
Carefully, he put his weight on them and stood up. His balance was far
from perfect, but he managed to keep upright by leaning on the bedside
table.
Once he was certain he wasn't going to fall flat on his face, he
let go of the table and stood upright. Even though he was just standing
motionless he could feel a thousand strange sensations in his new body;
there was the pulling on his chest where he now had two weighty
breasts, the silky soft feel of his long dark hair, the hips that had
rearranged themselves into a better shape for giving birth.
Next to the chair where Paul was softly snoring was a cheap
wardrobe with a full-length mirror screwed to the side of it. Taking
slow, careful steps Rob walked over to it. He was acutely aware of the
way his breasts shifted and his hips swivelled with each step.
Then, for the first time, he was faced with the full enormity of
what had happened to him. He couldn't recognize his own reflection and
it was difficult not to think of the mirror as a doorway where he had
surprised a naked Asian girl.
She certainly looked startled; her face still held its beauty
even though she was obviously scared. Rob's eyes travelled down over the
reflection, past her abundant and inviting bosom, past the soft womanly
curves of her belly and down to the dark triangle of hair between her
legs.
Rob's hand moved of its own volition towards that unknown
territory. The girl in the mirror duplicated the movement perfectly and
it brought home to Rob the fact that he was her. Part of him was still
hoping that this was some strange nightmare he was having in his
hospital bed. Soon he would wake up and find himself back to his proper
self with just a broken leg and concussion. As hard as he tried, he just
couldn't believe that. He was a woman. He had breasts. His dick had been
stolen from him and in its place he had been given a... a...
He couldn't bring himself to even think the words. Instead he
just let his hand confirm what he already knew. His fingers slipped
through the mat of pubic hair and gently touched the soft mound he now
had. He had been with a good few girls in his time and it felt just
like theirs did, but he had never experienced what it felt like for them. He
had become like them. He had a pussy! He started to hyperventilate as
the full enormity of what had happened dawned on him.
"No!" he screamed suddenly and punched the mirror. It cracked,
but didn't shatter, dividing the image into a thousand screaming women.
"Turn me back! I'm a man!"
Arms folded around him and held him tightly. "It'll be alright."
A voice whispered in his ear.
It was Paul, realized Rob. He made a few half-hearted attempts
to fight clear from Paul, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't even
really care that Paul had used to be a man. The fight quickly bled from
him and he allowed Paul to guide him back to the bed.
"What am I going to do?" he asked quietly as Paul got him back
into bed. He did his best to hide the surprise of his new voice. It was
so high in pitch it sounded like it belonged to a little girl.
"Just hang on in there, okay?" Paul replied. "The best brains in
the world are working on cracking the problems with the DNA virus."
Rob nodded and tried to look like he believed Paul, but he felt
an awful fear knawing at his stomach as he thought of the future. What
sort of career could he have as a woman in the army? Especially with a
body as overendowed as his. More importantly, what sort of future could
he have as a woman? Men would lust after his body, he knew he would have
if had ever met the woman he had now become.
He lay down and turned his back on Paul as he didn't want anyone
to see the tears that were starting to well up. It was the first time he
had cried since he was a little kid and they were as much tears of anger
and frustration as of fear. Through no fault of his own he had lost his
body and his future in just one day.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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