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Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: DNA III Part 8 by Stephanie
Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 15:10:03 -0500
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                        DNA III - Part 8

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

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

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

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

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

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


	                DNA III - Part Eight
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie

	Arnold was awake for over an hour before he got out of bed. As
dawn burst through the cracks in the curtains he barely moved. In all that
time he tried to ignore the awful truth of what had been done to his body,
but like worrying a bad tooth he couldn't stop thinking about it.

	Finally, he hauled himself out of bed. He shaved and showered
almost on autopilot. It was only as he looked at his underwear as he was
about to get dressed that he was filled with an overwhelming feeling of
sadness. They felt strangely out of shape as he pulled them on, but he
knew it was him that had changed not his clothes.

	He chose one of his baggier suits. The jacket just about covered
his hips, but he could see that his body didn't seem right. There was
little he could do about it, he realized glumly; he was just going to have
to hope that no-one else noticed something was wrong.

	He studied his image in the mirror more closely. Inevitably his
gaze slid down between his legs. The lack of any sort of bulge there was
blindingly obvious. He rolled up a sock and pushed it down his underpants
until it was just resting over his new feminine equipment. The bulge
didn't look quite right to Arnold, but it was going to have to do.

	Arnold was surprised to find his shoes no longer fitted him. It
was obvious why that was when he thought about it, but he had been
distracted by the terrible loss of his manhood. Several more thick socks
on his feet helped to make the shoes wearable, though they left his feet
feeling very hot and itchy.

	As he was stepping out the door of his apartment, Arnold was
struck by a sudden attack of nerves. It was impossible to shake the idea
that everyone knew that he was now really a woman. He walked slowly to the
lift trying to stop his hips from moving about so much. How could he get
away with this? Everyone would instantly know that he was half-female. How
could he have thought he would get away with it?

        He stopped and leaned against the wall, breathing deep and slow.
The panic attack slowly eased and he was able to make it over to the
elevator.

	His nerves returned when the elevator arrived and it wasn't empty.
Be calm, Arnold told himself. He had to make sure no-one suspected
anything and ruined Tanya's plan. The other occupant of the elevator was a
younger man. Arnold walked into the elevator and avoided eye contact.

	For once he was thankful that he wasn't recognized. The last thing
he could have dealt with at that moment was a fan. Arnold felt envious of
the other man. He was fully male, not emasculated like Arnold had been.
What would happen if he could never turn back into his old self? Would he
end up lusting after men? He broke out in a sweat as he thought about
turning queer. He had a pussy now, he reasoned, maybe it could affect his
thinking and make him lust after men. He felt ill as an image of him flat
on his back with a man between his legs flashed through his mind.

	Finally the elevator reached the parking lot underneath the
building and Arnold staggered to his car. The familiar routine of driving
eased the tension in his body, though it was hard to ignore the fact that
the pedals seemed farther away than they used to be.

	He arrived at the CNN building and composed himself. This was
going to be the ultimate test. Many of the people in there knew him well
and if anyone was going to see through his disguise it was them. The walk
through the foyer to the elevator seemed to take forever, but if anyone
noticed any difference in the way he walked they kept it to themselves.

	Arnold's heart was hammering as he reached the twelfth floor. He
prayed that Tanya kept up her end of the bargain. He couldn't live like
this.

	"Here he comes! The conquering hero!" Arnold recognized that
booming voice. Tom Skibow walked across the room and slapped Arnold on the
back. "We've got the 8.00pm slot and everyone is waiting to see what juicy
secrets you've uncovered!"

	Arnold smiled back, though for once he wished Tom would just leave
him alone. "I've got the goods," he assured Tom, "Everyone will be talking
about it tomorrow."

	"Good, good! I expect to see a rough cut in three hours, then."

	That was one advantage that his experience gave him. He had proven
over the years that he was able to get on and do the work necessary.

	For the next two hours he worked on the story, selecting images
from the hours of video shot. The transformation of the unlucky soldier
was the centerpiece of the story. The news that the first proper test of
the virus on a human being had gone radically wrong had swept the world.
When the army had started hunting a saboteur the pressure had really
increased. The public wanted to know what was going on inside that base.
Wild conspiracy theories had criss-crossed the internet and, in the
absence of any real information, made their way into print and on
television.

	CNN had been heavily trailing the special Arnold would be
presenting and he knew the entire world (or at least those bits that
counted) would be watching.

	Arnold had already prepared the special in his mind and he quickly
pieced together the tape he needed. He got so engrossed in the job that he
was only reminded of his predicament when the sock down his underpants
would shift against his feminine crotch.

	As soon as he was satisfied with the rough cut he took it over to
Tom's office and gave him a quick run through of the commentary he would
record over the top.

	"So this virus really is as good as it seems?" Tom asked.

	"Yeah," Arnold replied, "As long as some psycho doesn't get their
hands on it."

	"That's true of everything, Arnold." Tom said as he watched the
video of the soldier transforming into the busty asian girl again. "You
didn't get any of that DNA virus the soldier got, did you? I could do with
some of that for my wife."

	"You shouldn't joke about stuff like that," Arnold told him
sharply. "A person's physical identity is very important."

	"Relax, I was just joking."

	A knock at the door was immediately followed by it opening to
reveal Tom's secretary and a man in a dark suit.

	"Mr Kerrigan wants to have a few words with Mr Lester." Tom's
secretary said quickly. "He's from the FBI."

	"What have you been up to, Arnold?" Tom asked jokingly. "I assume
this has to do with the saboteur?"

	"Yes, sir." the agent replied. "If I can have a few moments alone
with Mr Lester..."

	"Sure," Tom said, getting out of his chair. "You can use my
office, but don't take too long he has the most important news program of
the year to finish this afternoon."

	Arnold managed a wan smile, but the agent didn't reply. He merely
shut the door behind Tom so he and Arnold were alone.

	"So what's this all about?" Arnold asked the FBI man. "We answered
all the questions back at the base."

	"Some new questions have arisen, Mr Lester," the man said as he
sat down. "The most important one is: Where is Tanya Carter?"

	Oh fuck, Arnold thought to himself. He hoped the shock hadn't
registered on his face. "I don't know. At home?"

	"You mean, apartment 36b on Harrow Avenue?"

	"Yeah, that sounds right."

	"She's not there, Mr Lester. In fact, she has never been there."
The FBI man leaned closer. "So I'll ask you again: where is she?"

	"How the fuck should I know?" Arnold replied in exasperation.
"What do you want her for anyway?"

	"She is our prime suspect at the moment. The fact that she has
lied to us, at least, about where she lives suggests she had an ulterior
motive."

	"Yeah, well I'm sorry I can't help you."

	"Mr Lester, the only reason she got into a base under that tight a
security was that you vouched for her and said she worked for CNN. It
never occurred to them that you'd only met her a few days before and the
only reason you wanted her in the base was so you could keep on fucking
her."

	"I checked her resume!" Arnold declared hotly. "I had no reason to
doubt her!"

	The agent leaned back. "If you'd checked a little closer you might
have discovered that a promising, young, local reporter by the name of
Tanya Carter died in a auto accident over a year ago."

	"So who the hell was the Tanya I was with?" Arnold wondered out
loud. It was only just dawning on him that he had no idea at all to
Tanya's real identity. She could have been anyone. Now she had the DNA
virus she could be anyone at all. How could he know that 'Tanya' hadn't
assumed the form of Tom, or the FBI agent in front of him, and was just
waiting for him to try and betray her?

	"We've been watching you since you left your apartment this
morning in the hope she would make contact again."

	"She's not in my apartment."

	"We know."

	Arnold was about to ask if the FBI had a warrant, but realized
that he could not risk provoking the agent. If he wanted to regain his
masculinity he needed to be able to make the broadcast.

	The agent stood up. "If she tries to contact you again, or if you
remember anything, I want you to call me." The agent handed Arnold a card. 

	Arnold turned the card over in his hands as he fought an urge to
confess to the FBI agent. He knew he couldn't take that risk, especially
with the possibility of Tanya being very near and watching over him.

	He stood up after the FBI man had left and suddenly felt himself
drenched in sweat. He wiped his face with a tissue and adjusted the balled
up sock in his underpants. He felt like he had gone through hours of
vicious interrogation. It was only his position as one of the top
reporters around that had spared him from being hauled in for questioning
and instead just getting a short visit from the FBI. He did not feel that
relieved about the fact though. There was also going to repercussions for
his unwittingly helping Tanya, or whoever she was, get into the base, but
that was irrelevant against regaining his manhood.

	Tom opened the door and walked back into his office. "What was
that all about?"

	"Oh, they just want to find Tanya Carter to ask her some more
questions. Apparently she's not at home."

	"I saw some pictures of her on the footage you brought back. She's
quite a fox, isn't she? I don't know how you do it, Arnold. You always
seem to have the chicks after you."

	"Just lucky, I guess." Arnold said as he retrieved his tape and
heading back to the editing suite. Some luck, he thought to himself
sourly.

	He told his editor running the editing suite he wanted to work
alone on the story for a while. She gave him a funny look but did as she
was told.

	Arnold pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He
didn't really need to look at it again as the contents were burned onto
his mind. It went against every journalistic fiber in his being to do what
he was about to do, but he knew he had no real choice. His life would be
unbearable if Tanya released her doctored evidence showing that he
actively helped her in transforming the soldier. It would be very easy for
the authorities to deny him the stronger dose of the virus in the name of
safety; condemning him to life as a half-female freak.

	He sighed before setting to work.

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

	Arnold shifted under the hot lights and listened to the voice in
his ear counting down the seconds until he went live. Back when he had
started in journalism, getting in front of the camera had given him a real
buzz. After so many years it had become routine and then boring. He much
preferred being out in the field rather than stuck in a studio.

	"We're live in five seconds," said the voice in his ear, "four,
three, two, one."

	Arnold turned towards the camera, "Good Evening, I'm Arnold
Lester. Tonight I will take you to the heart of what has to be the most
important scientific discovery of this generation.

	"Until a few months ago, Dr Anne Chamberlain was just one of many
unsung scientists pushing back the frontier of knowledge. That all changed
when she discovered the DNA Virus. A virus that was capable of rebuilding
every cell in a person's body. Many people have called this a scientific
miracle: Overnight, our possible lifespans have doubled, perhaps trebled.

	"Others have said that it will lead to terror and fear. No longer
will criminals be just able to rob you or your home. Now they'll be able
to steal your very identity.

	"In a moment I'll show you what life is like inside McDaniels
base, where Dr Chamberlain and her team are under virtual siege from the
world's press."

	The light on the camera blinked off and Arnold relaxed. The
producer's voice in his ear checked the running order and then counted
down the time remaining until the adverts ended. Then they ran the film he
had prepared earlier that day.

	So far, so good, thought Arnold. Everything was going according to
plan. Tanya's plan. He watched a monitor showing his film.

	"McDaniels research base was constructed back in the late
seventies," Arnold's voice over ran over a long shot of the base and the
press camped around it. "It was dedicated to military research in the cold
war, but has now found a new purpose in the dawn of the new millennium."

	"It was here that I conducted the world's first in-depth interview
with the woman behind this new discovery." The scene shifted to a head and
shoulders shot of Anne. 

	"Doctor Chamberlain, how have you dealt with the media pressure
that you have been under these past few months?"

	Anne smiled, "It hasn't been easy, Arnold. I've spent years
developing the virus and I never really thought about how the world would
react to my discovery."

	"But this is a world shattering discovery. You must have had some
idea of the reaction?"

	"I tend to be a bit single-minded at times," she replied,
"Occupational hazard for a research scientist, I guess."

	"There has been sizeable minority campaigning against the DNA
Virus. Jack Montwell of the American Christian Brothers Alliance claims
that it is an affront to God to try to rewrite the bodies God gave us."

	"There has always been people who have protested against things
they do not understand. The DNA Virus will bring many, many benefits. It
can save lives, and I can assure Jack Montwell that however much the body
is changed, the soul remains the same."

	"Ah, you're referring to Paul Roberts, your boyf--um life
partner."

	"Yeah, that's been pretty hard on both of us."

	"There has been some accusation that Paul was initially
deliberately infected with the virus as a test by you."

	Anne shifted in her seat and tried to keep the anger from her
voice. "That is categorically not true! I know some people like to portray
me as a modern-day Frankenstein, but there is no way that I would ever use
this virus on someone without getting their informed consent first."

	"And what do you have to say to those people who say we shouldn't
be playing God?"

	"This is a totally new form of treatment. We shouldn't turn our
back on it simply because we've never seen anything like it before. At a
fundamental level this is no different than organ transplants, blood
transfusions or simple drugs. If we have to give up the DNA Virus we'd
have to give up every major medical advance of the last three thousand
years."

	The scene shifted to more pick-up shots of the base. "Dr
Chamberlain is not the only civilian hidden behind the barbed wire fence
of the base. Easily the most famous of the others there is Paul Roberts.
Like Dr Chamberlain he has rarely spoken directly with the media."

	The picture cut to another anonymous barracks room with a slightly
wary-looking, young, black woman sitting in it. "Paul," said Arnold from
off-camera, "your story has been told many times over the last few months.
Of how you were accidentally infected with the DNA Virus and how you
panicked and fled across several states to Michael Kingston who had been
forced to work for the drug-baron Quince."

	The woman gives a small laugh. "Yeah, it makes me sound really
stupid, doesn't it?"

	"You managed to cope and survive where many would have just given
up. What has life been like for you and Anne since then."

	"It has been very difficult. Anne has the entire world watching
and criticizing her every move. The media pressure as well as what
happened to me has made it hard to have a normal life. I'm still the same
person inside and we still love each other very much, and that helps a
great deal."

	"What was it like when Quince tricked you and effectively trapped
you in that body."

	"That was one of the worst days of my life. Research into the
virus is at a very early stage, though, so I don't think I'll be spending
the rest of my life in this form."

	The scene cuts to an ambulance being escorted through the gates of
the base. "Paul is far from alone in that fervent hope. Robert Petrucci is
a young private in the army who had a bright future ahead of him. A
loading accident had left him in a critical condition. His only hope of
survival was the DNA Virus. The virus did indeed save his life, but in the
process condemned him to a living hell. Find out how this happened, after
these messages."

	In the studio Arnold tried to avoid showing the apprehension he
felt. This was where the tape he had prepared would diverge from the
approved script. He wished he could see what was going on in the control
room. If they had checked the tape and seen what was on it then his one
chance of becoming male again was lost. None of the chatter in his
earpiece suggested that they had checked the tape, but it still worried
him. He could patch up his career after this, but no-one could give him
dick back apart from Tanya.

	The voice in his ear counted back down and he was back on the air.
"The DNA Virus was given its first official test on a mortally injured
soldier. The tension on the base increased dramatically as they prepared
for the operation. I was allowed to sit in the viewing gallery with the
soldier's parents. Dr Chamberlain had planned to give the dying Petrucci
the DNA virus based on his own DNA in the hope that it would repair the
damage his body had suffered."

	The tape started running and Arnold watched the monitor as it
showed the footage his cameraman had shot of the operation. A single
injection was made into the broken body on the operating table and the
transformation started. Almost immediately it was clear something was
going wrong. The soldier's body was quickly replaced by that of a curvy
asian girl.

	A cry of anguish caused the camera to turn to its left to focus on
a middle-aged woman hammering on the glass. The soldier's father was
rooted to his seat, his face ashen with shock and disbelief. Petrucci's
mother grew more distraught and it was at this point that the colonel of
the base escorted her gently, but forcefully from the room.

	"The unthinkable had happened," Arnold's pre-recorded voiceover
continued. Someone had tampered with the sample. Suspicion quickly fell on
Dr Michael Kingston. A man with a dubious past who was only allowed onto
the project because he had the most experience with the virus after
Chamberlain herself.

	"But was Kingston's actions those of a terrorist, or a patriot?
Before I left the army base I came into the possession of some disturbing
evidence that proves that Kingston's actions were the last desperate
attempt of a trapped man to wake the world to a new global threat." In the
control room several voices talked urgently all at once. "The DNA Virus
will be used and regulated exclusively by the government and it will use
it to control the population. Democracy will become irrelevant as they
will replace any elected official with their own men and women."

	Tom's voice came over the earpiece, "Arnold, what the fuck is
this?" Arnold was too ashamed to reply to his friend.

	Arnold's tape was still on the air however. "What rights can we
have in a world where anyone, your husband, your wife, your children,
could be replaced at any moment by a government agent? We must act now,
before our very lives are stolen from us."

	Finally, someone had the sense to punch the stop button and the
station cut hastily to an ad break. Arnold could hear Tom yelling and
cursing in the control room. He pulled the earpiece off and looked around
him. Well, he'd done it. He'd sacrificed every last bit of journalistic
integrity he had for a few inches of flesh, but he doubted that anyone
else in his position would have done anything different.

	Tom stormed down from the control room. He grabbed Arnold's arm
and dragged him out into a corridor. "Have you gone fucking mad!"

	"Sorry Tom, I had to do it."

	"If you had evidence like that why the hell didn't you bring it to
me? You _do_ have evidence?"

	"Not yet. Give me a day or so and I'll be able to tell you the
whole story."

	Tom's jaw dropped. "You've just accused the government of the
largest conspiracy in history and you've got nothing?!"

	Arnold backed away. "You don't know how sorry I am about all this.
I've got to go now, there's an appointment I absolutely have to keep."

	"You get back here, you asshole!" Tom bellowed.

	Arnold just kept his head down and virtually ran from the
building. Back in his car he sat there for a few moments. Even now he
still couldn't believe this was happening to him, but he could feel the
sock pressing against the new alien contours of his crotch. He started the
engine up. After all this he couldn't let himself be late to the meeting.

	Halfway across the city Tanya sat back in the chair and sipped a
small celebratory glass of champagne. As she had expected the broadcast
had been terminated almost as soon as Arnold had deviated from the agreed
text.

	But it had done enough. The country had been waiting for this
report from the heart of the DNA story ever since the operation on
Petrucci had gone wrong. Now they had a respected journalist giving dire
warnings before being yanked from the air. Tanya smiled; she couldn't have
timed it better if she had been in control of the broadcast.

	She raised her glass to the screen. "Good girl," she said.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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