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                        DNA III - Part 7

	Yes, I know. The gap between these two parts and the last one
has been ridiculously large. Sorry. I got distracted by Baldur's Gate II
(which has a very nice TG storyline for one of the NPCs) and real life.

	Anyway, I'm back again and trying to get back into the rhythm of
writing that will allow me to post on a regular basis.

	For years I've been after artists to illustrate my stories, but
they are illusive creatures. Finally, I was able to corner one, Adam
Walters, and commission some work from him. These three illustrations are
all from DNA I and are currently available at Sapphire's fine website
www.sapphireplace.com. If anyone wants to put them on their website,
they can, as long as they on a free section of the website and are
unaltered. I'm very impressed by these and I intend to commission more
artwork based on my other stories.

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/2525.
 From there you can find links to all my other stories. If you want to
add your stories to the list of stories that can be posted by other 
people on alt.sex.stories.tg please send me an e-mail.

        This story is copyright 2000 by Stephanie. All rights 
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long 
as the work is not altered or charged for.

        As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.


	                DNA III - Part Seven
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

	Tanya leaned back from the laptop and stretched. The long hours
in the van and in the plane were taking the toll on her body. She stood
up and walked over to the windows. Despite herself, she had to admit
that Arnold Lester's apartment was fantastic. It was spacious, in an
upmarket part of the city and the interior had been very tastefully
decorated.

	Probably got someone in to do it for him, she thought, he
clearly was not subtle enough to have designed it himself. The sun had
just set as they had arrived and now she looked out at the lights of a
city still very much awake despite the late hour.

	She turned as Arnold walked in from the bathroom, yawning as he
did so. "I just don't have the stamina I used to," he commented.

	"I don't have any complaints," Tanya replied with a smile.

	They kissed and then they settled down on the couch. He noticed
Tanya's laptop on the table. "Do you mind if I have a look?" Without
waiting for an answer he picked it up. His mouth slowly descended into a
frown as he read the report she had written. "No, this is no good at
all." he said, almost to himself.

	"Why," Tanya replied innocently, "what's wrong with it?

	"It's totally biased. You'd never be allowed to use this on-
air."

	"Why not? I see biased articles all the time."

	"But this goes beyond just highlighting the negative and
downplaying the positive. If CNN broadcast just half of this we'd have
to pay out millions in libel costs alone. Your career will be over
before it's begun and I'll be unemployable. You simply cannot state that
Chamberlain tested her virus on her boyfriend without hard evidence. I
thought you got on well with them. You were building up a good rapport."

	"With Mandy and Jeff, yeah, but they're victims. Can't you see
what will happen when this... this virus goes into full-scale
production? Everyone's identities will be lost. No-one will be able to
get a job without having their bodies transformed into the right shape
for their work. You won't be able to get health insurance unless you
agree to get a guaranteed healthy body. Anyone even reasonably well off
will forever be in fear of someone with their face trying to steal their
place and their money. Society cannot survive this! Within months of
being released this virus will destroy us! That's why it's up to us to
show the world what will happen. Everyone is too blinded by the promise
of extended life to realize what that mad bitch is up to!"

	Arnold leaned back, totally surprised by the tirade from Tanya.
"No. You simply can't do it this way. If you have a message to sell,
then you get out of journalism and set up an action group or something.
I'm beginning to think you haven't got what it takes to work in
television news. You obviously don't have anything like the level of
detachment you need."

	Tanya tried to relax and she pasted a false smile on her face.
"I'm sorry, I was just writing what I think. I mean, I know there is no
way that my 'report' will even be considered. I don't have any interview
footage on tape and I only had a few meetings with Jeff and Mandy.
Anyway, enough with the shop talk." Her hand snaked into the front of
his bathrobe and down to his crotch.

	Arnold smiled and reached round to pull her closer.

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

	"This had better be important," the colonel said as he and Paul
entered the video room. Anne and Mandy followed close behind.

	"Believe me," Paul replied, "it is." He put a tape in the
machine and pressed play. "It took me some time to realize what was
wrong with this picture." He put a second tape into another VCR that he
had moved next to the first. On the second screen was a video of Michael
and Anne working in the lab. "This was taken the day before whoever it
was broke into the lab."

	"So?" Colonel Rigdon asked.

	Paul paused the first machine and then let the second one play
on until the image of Michael was standing in the same spot in the lab
that the shadowy image was in the first. Paul sat back and looked at the
colonel expectantly.

	"What am I looking at?" the army man asked.

	Anne gasped. "Our intruder is shorter than Michael."

	"Exactly," Paul replied nodding. "It's difficult to judge height
because the camera was bolted to the ceiling, but once you compare the
two images standing in the same place, it's obvious."

	Rigdon had a face like he was chewing a wasp. Paul was right, it
was a significant nail in the coffin in the case against Michael
Kingston. "So if it isn't Kingston, then who is it?"

	"Someone fairly short," Paul replied. "Michael isn't that tall.
You need to get someone to work out exactly how tall that figure is, but
I'd guess it was someone around about my height."

	"Which probably rules out all the military personnel," Anne
said.

	"There's something else I found as well," Paul said. He rewound
one of the tapes and then pressed play. "Compare those two."

	Another figure was standing in the same place the shadowy
intruder was in the other picture. Anne leaned forward in disbelief.
"You're joking, aren't you?"

	"I'm not saying anything," Paul said. "I'm just pointing out how
similar in size and build these two are."

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

	Arnold's head lolled back as Tanya sucked him off. He wondered
where she had learned to do that so well. He grabbed a clump of her hair
so forcing her to slow down; he wanted to enjoy it for as long as
possible.

	Tanya squeezed his balls hard and Arnold gasped. Her tongue
wrapped itself around the head of his cock and despite himself Arnold
felt himself go over the edge. He held her head down so that she was
forced to drink his cum. There was nothing better than having a lover's
lips sucking on your cock, feeling her hair draped over your thighs, and
then cuming straight down her throat.

	He felt a strange discomfort and looked down to see a syringe
sticking out of his crotch. Tanya had injected him with something while
he still held her on his cock! "Tanya? What the fuck are you doing?!" he
cried.

	She looked him straight in the eyes and smiled around his penis
still between her lips. She pulled out the syringe and threw it
carelessly over her shoulder. Arnold started to feel a strange sensation
of movement in his crotch. He pushed Tanya away in one sudden moment and
staggered to his feet. "What was in that?!" he demanded.

	"You know," Tanya replied softly, wiping her mouth. "It took me
a lot of effort to get it, so I hope you enjoy it."

	His terror had already caused his erection to fade, but now it
started to shrink abnormally fast. He grabbed at his vanishing manhood,
but it had already retreated into the folds of his crotch leaving what
felt like a clitoris. Arnold's balls went the same way, shrinking and
dividing leaving an all too familiar crease between his legs.

	He covered his crotch with his hands, too ashamed at his new
femininity. "Why?" he demanded. "Why are you doing this?"

	"Because I can," she replied. She picked up a small glass bottle
and threw it to him. He caught it and stared at it and the colorless
liquid it contained. Tanya sighed. "If you want any part of you to stay
male, you'd better drink that now."

	"W-what's in it?"

	"More DNA Virus, but based on you rather than me this time." She
smiled. "Yes, you'll have access to my pussy twenty-four hours a day.
Now drink up before you start growing tits!"

	Arnold pulled the cap off the bottle. She could be lying, there
could be something even more grotesque in there. But he had no choice,
he had to do it. Holding the bottle with both shaking hands so he
wouldn't drop it he gulped the contents down. He staggered as his pelvis
reshaped itself into a wider configuration. He looked up at Tanya who
was watching him with some mirth. "Please do something!"

	"I've done all I can," she told him. "All you can do now is hope
you drank the second vial in time."

	Arnold felt his mouth tingle. the strange sensation quickly
spread out through his head and upper torso. It felt similar to what had
happened between his legs, but less intense. He breathed a sigh of
relief; Tanya hadn't lied about the second vial.

	He almost fell over as his legs started to change. As quick as
he could he staggered over to a chair and flopped into it. The hair on
his legs was receding and the legs themselves were growing thinner.
Within seconds they had reassembled themselves into two very feminine-
looking legs, identical in every way to Tanya's.

	She walked over to Arnold grinning broadly. "That's much better.
Let's see where the join is shall we?" She traced a line around the
middle of Arnold's torso, where two very different types of skin met.
"That was a close-run thing. Another few seconds and you'd have grown a
lovely pair of breasts. As it is I think there is a very good chance you
have a complete set of female reproductive organs inside you. Just
think, Arnold, one day you could be a mother! You could discover first-
hand  what it's like to give birth! Isn't that fantastic?"

	"You bitch!" he screamed and sprang at her.

	Tanya jumped backward and avoided Arnold's awkward lunge. She
was a lot steadier on her legs than he was. "Now, now Arnold," she
chided him. "If anything should happen to me then certain documents will
be released that'll put you in some really hot water."

	"So what! All I care about is getting cured. Once I've dealt
with you I'll go straight to the authorities."

	"You think they're going to help the man who brought a thief
into their base? Do you think they'll help a man who because of his
stupidity caused a young soldier to become a really cute young girl? I
might have twisted a few events to make you look like you really were in
on it all, but no-one believes reporters have any honor anyway."

	"Why did you do... _this_ to me?"

	"Because I need you under control. Just do what I say over the
next few weeks or so and I guarantee I'll give you the antidote."

	"A stronger form of the virus? That could kill me!"

	She shrugged. "So don't take it. No-one will force you to." Sure
she had him under control she walked over to him. "Now put some clothes
on and sit down. There are a lot of instructions I have to give you and
I want to make sure you understand them, and if you ever want to be
fully a man again so will you."

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

	The colonel looked at the two images on the screen. He'd been so
sure Kingston had been behind the break in. "You seriously expect me to
believe one of the reporters broke into the lab and stole the sample?"
he asked Paul.

	"Who else could it be?" Paul replied with a shrug. "It can't be
coincidence that Tanya matches the intruder so closely."

	"She works for CNN! I'd expect someone from the National
Enquirer to pull a stunt like this, but not CNN. It's why we let them in
at all!"

	"Oh shit," Mandy said quietly.

	"What is it?" Anne asked her.

	"She doesn't work for CNN, she's a freelancer. This was her
first big break. Tanya went on about how she had to sleep with Lester to
get the gig. She hated doing it, but she said the rewards were worth
it."

	Rigdon glared at her, "And you didn't think it worth reporting?"

	"Well...no. I thought you already knew she wasn't fully with CNN
and I thought she was talking about getting a big scoop."

	"Alright," the colonel grunted, "I'll have it checked out." he
stood up and walked to the door.

	"What about Michael?" Paul asked him quickly.

	"For now he stays right where he is. I want proof that this
reporter is behind it first and that Kingston isn't involved." Rigdon
turned and strode through the door.

	"What more do I have to do to get Michael released?" Paul asked
Anne in astonishment.

	"You can't blame him for being cautious. It's his career on the
line over this." Anne caught herself wishing it had been Michael. How
was she going to face him now after turning on him like that?

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

	Arnold clasped the whisky with shaking hands. What was he going
to do? He should go to the authorities, they wouldn't believe the lies
Tanya would tell about him if he did... would they?

	Even if they didn't believe Tanya there would still be the fact
that he lied about her working with CNN to get her into the base. He
cursed himself for being so stupid. It had never occurred to him that
she was using him to steal the DNA Virus. He had just been letting his
cock do all the thinking for him. Not that he was going to be able to do
that again for the time being at least, he thought grimly.

	But what was the alternative to telling the authorities? Surely
doing what Tanya demanded would be worse. It would wreck his reputation
and career in five minutes flat. At least he'd get his manhood back,
though. That had to the most important thing. What would be the point in
a successful career in reporting if he had to do it with a pussy between
his legs?

	As soon as the initial shock of the transformation had worn off,
he had pulled on a pair of shorts and done his robe up tight. Tanya had
laughed at his attempt to cover his new anatomy. Then she had given him
his instructions before leaving.

	He looked down at his legs. Despite his best efforts to drink
himself into submission he was still painfully aware of every difference
in his lower body. The robe was lower off the ground than he had
remembered; he had lost a few inches in height when his legs changed.
Even his feet looked smaller, daintier, more feminine. Under the robe he
knew he now possessed Tanya's shapely smooth legs. He tried to push the
image from his mind, but found himself unable. He had to see. He had to
know exactly what she had done to him.

	Arnold climbed to his feet and wobbled uncertainly, partly from
the drink and partly due to his unfamiliarity with his new hips and
legs. He walked slowly to the bathroom. Even this simple action made him
aware of a thousand differences between his changed lower half and what
he used to possess. His stride was shorter and his wide hips swiveled
far too much for his liking.

	He reached the mirror and stared at his reflection. With the
robe pulled tight his new physique was all too obvious. His hips flared
out before pulling in to a tight waist. Opening his robe and dropping it
to the floor left him just dressed in his shorts. Now the change was
even more obvious. His shorts were stretched tighter than normal by his
feminine hips and there was clearly no male bulge between his legs.

	In one swift motion he yanked his shorts down and revealed his
new anatomy. Tanya hadn't been lying to him, he realized, the feminine
mound he possessed was an exact copy of hers. Even his pubic hair had
changed from black to blonde. Gently, he placed a hand on it, snatching
his hand away when he felt it resting on his... his... pussy.

	A part of him had hoped that this was some elaborate trick, but
there could be no doubt. He was now half-female, and all-woman where it
really counted.

	He held back tears as he considered his fate. He was going to
have to do what Tanya told him to do; it was his best chance of becoming
normal again. He absentmindedly ran his finger over the mound and
slipped it inside. He found and began to gently massage his clitoris. A
wave of pleasure rushed over him and his crotch began to tingle with
arousal. He realized what he was doing and whipped his hand away.

	"Stop it!" he told his reflection. "You're not a fucking queer!"
he pulled his shorts and robe back on doing his best to ignore his new
physiology.

	Then he went and drunk every last drop of alcohol in his
apartment.

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

	There was a hesitant knock at the door. Michael didn't bother
answering it, but waited to see who it was. Finally the door opened and
Anne looked in.

	Michael was surprised to see there was no hint of anger in her
face. "What do you want?" he asked sharply.

	"Well, I... um," she stopped and composed herself. "Can I sit
down?"

	Michael shrugged.

	She sat down and took a deep breath. "We've been reviewing the
security footage and Paul made an important discovery that--"

	"That it wasn't me," Michael interrupted.

	Anne looked down. "Yes. I'm really sorry, Michael. I've made a
grave mistake. Will you forgive me and come back to work."

	Michael was silent for a moment. "I've been working with you
night and day for months now. Does that count for nothing? The first
sign of trouble and I'm suddenly the scapegoat. The colonel out there I
can understand; he's been suspicious of me since I got here, but you?
You're a scientist! You know that you shouldn't jump to conclusions
without the evidence to back it up! How can I ever trust you again?!"

	Anne found herself unable to meet his gaze and with nothing to
say.

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

	The Federal Agents quietly entered the apartment building
through a side door and climbed the stairs with as little noise as
possible. At this early hour of the morning they encountered none of the
residents, but they were prepared to silence them if any discovered the
heavily armed men.

	When they reached the correct floor they carefully swept the
area in case an ambush was waiting. After several tense moments they
moved down to the apartment door. The officer waited until all his men
were ready. They had been thoroughly briefed on the way over to the
building and each had his assigned task.

	Satisfied everything was in place, the officer nodded to the
agents holding the battering ram. They swung it at the door instantly
shattering the flimsy lock, before quickly pulling away to one side as
the rest of the unit rushed into the apartment.

	The officer was the last into the apartment. The soldiers were
quickly and methodically searching every possible hiding place in each
room. 

	"Sir!" the voice was coming from the bedroom. The agents in the
room were fanned out around the bed that clearly contained someone.

	"Put your hands up and you will not be hurt!" The officer
bellowed aiming his own gun at the form.

	The figure struggled into a sitting position and squinted at the
officer. "Timmy? Is that you?"

	The officer cursed softly and lowered his gun. This wasn't the
woman they were looking for. Not unless she had aged sixty years in one
night. "Test her just in case," he told his men and then checked the
rest of the apartment.

	It seemed the old woman was the only occupant. It had always
been unlikely that Tanya Carter would be at her registered address, but
it looked like she had never been there in the first place. Unless the
old woman had any information this was a complete dead end.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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