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                        DNA III - Part 9

	With DNA III I tried to write all the parts at once before 
releasing it. It works for some, but I really didn't like working that 
way. Working the story out so far in advance takes too much of the 
fun out of the writing for me, and I seem to be able to keep a good 
enough handle on the story to avoid too many continuity problems.
Juggling so many characters (and there are too many to be brutally 
honest) has also been a problem. With the release of part 9 and 10 
I'm almost up as far as I have written.

	Rather than slowing down the release of this story I think it
will speed it up. I'm definitely back in the writing saddle after far 
too long. I reckon this story has about four or five parts left to it.
I'm back to the old position of knowing where I'm going but not exactly
sure how to get there.

	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
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        This story is copyright 2001 by Stephanie. All rights 
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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 Nine
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie


	"How's Anne taking it?" Michael asked.

	Paul sighed and pushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. She's
absolutely incensed.  I don't blame her. CNN pulled the show and issued an
apology, but the damage is done."

	"You think he was working with this Tanya person after all?"

	"Arnold Lester? He's a distinguished broadcaster with a crate load
of awards over the years. I just don't see why he'd do that."

	Michael looked at Paul, "Assuming it was Lester who made the
broadcast, that is."

	"Don't you start. The FBI are already going down the extremist
terrorist group idea." Paul stood up and headed to the door. "Do me a
favor, will you? Talk to Anne, she feels really guilty over what
happened."

	Michael was silent for a moment, "Okay, but she has to learn to
trust me."

	"Give her time, Michael."

	Paul headed through the accommodation block to where two guards
and Jeff was waiting. Paul looked into his twin's face and felt like he
was looking into a mirror. He still found it odd to think of someone
wearing the same face as him, but he found it even stranger to realize
that he now felt the sweet african-american features were his real face.
The time when he would look into a mirror and see a forty year-old white
male looking back seemed so long ago. People adapt to the craziest of
situations, he thought. How long will it be until I'm perfectly at home as
a young black woman?

	"You ready, Jeff?" he asked his twin.

	"Yeah, I don't know what use I'll be though."

	"Robert Petrucci has been through a lot. I thought it would help
him to meet others who have been through what he has and show him we can
survive it. You went through far worse than him and you survived."

	Jeff shrugged. "If you call this survival."

	"What happened to you was terrible, but you are recovering. Each
day, I see more and more of the man who bodily carried me out of Quince's
building all those months ago."

	Paul patted Jeff on the shoulder and she smiled back. "Alright,
lets do it."

	Paul knocked and then he and Jeff entered.

	The dainty Asian woman Robert Petrucci had become was looking out
the window. He was dressed in pyjamas and a robe pulled tight around him
that only served to show off the feminine curves of his body rather than
hide them.

	"Hiya, how are you doing?"

	"I really don't know," Rob replied, "it feels like a really weird
dream... or nightmare." He coughed. "Damn, I keep trying to clear my
throat 'cause my voice sounds wrong."

	"Are they keeping you up to speed?"

	"About the fake reporter? Yeah. That's the problem with those
people: They don't care how many lives they ruin, just about achieving
their aims."

	Robert turned to Paul's twin. "Oh, you must be Jeff. I heard what
happened to you. It sorta puts thing in perspective I suppose. So what can
I do for you?"

	"It's more what we can do for you," Paul said. "In this room is
virtually everyone who has undergone the DNA process. We've both been
where you are now, Rob. I know how bleak everything seems. Your life might
seem like it's over, but it will get better."


	"I talked this over with Dr Chamberlain. I've got the weak strain
of the virus, so I can take the stronger one and get back to my old self.
Problem solved."

	Paul walked over to him. "You know how dangerous that is. There's
about a one in three chance you'll dissolve into a pile of goo. I've seen
it happen and it ain't nice."

	"Look, you may not have a way out of this because you had the
stronger form of the virus, but I don't see why I should be crippled for
the rest of my life. I've got a good chance to live if I take the stronger
form."

	"That's your father talking," Paul said hotly. "What do you want?"

	"I want to go back to the way I was before. I don't want this, I
never asked for it!"

	"I've only got the weaker form of the virus," Jeff said. "Despite
every effort they never got a unusable sample of my own DNA from my old
apartment.

	"But that doesn't mean you couldn't take a DNA Virus based on
another man, does it? Why wait a moment longer than you have to?"

	"Anne is a fantastic woman and a great scientist. She developed
the Virus. Every day she comes closer to making the stronger virus safer.
One day she might even find a way to restore me. You have a young, able
body. Yes, its female, but you're alive. Please, Rob, don't allow your
father to throw you into a reckless gamble."

	Rob looked away. "It's impossible to forget I'm in the wrong body.
Bits of me jiggle and do you know what it's like to reach down between
your own legs and find a pussy instead of a cock?!" He was silent for a
moment. "Sorry, of course you do."

	"It's okay, Rob," Paul replied with a reassuring smile.

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

	Anne rubbed her forehead and wished for a simpler time when all
she had to worry about was research and getting funding instead of the
added burdens of the media and now terrorists. "What do you mean 'gone'?"
she asked the FBI man.

	"We searched his apartment, but there was no sign of him, or any
indication that he packed. It's as if he just stepped out for a few
minutes. He never returned to his apartment after the broadcast."

	"Are we even sure it was really Lester doing the broadcast?"
Colonel Rigdon asked.

	"It seems probable he was. He knew everyone there and knew his way
about. We've drawn up protocols to try and identify how someone
impersonating someone else with the DNA Virus would act. Your discovery
has caused some headaches, doctor."

	"Yeah, I know. I'm getting one myself. So Arnold Lester, for no
clear reason, has joined this mystery woman in some crusade against me?"

	The FBI agent shrugged. "No one knows. Until we get more
information, I wouldn't even like to speculate."

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

	Mandy was beginning to feel bottled up in the army base. Sure, she
could go outside, but she would have put herself under the scrutiny of the
press who had been driven into a frenzy by Lester's strange performance
the previous night.

	Who'd have thought that old goat would suddenly go psycho in the
middle of a broadcast? Still, that hadn't been the greatest of the shocks.
Mandy had been unable to believe that Tanya was the terrorist. She had
treated Mandy and Jeff with great respect and compassion and Mandy had
thought she had made a genuine friend there. Just went to show that you
could never tell.

	Bored, she wandered down to Anne's lab. The disruptions of the
previous few days had meant that Anne hadn't had any time to restart her
research, but the place was busy. From the door she saw Dr Marcus Belmont
directing the setting up procedure. She remembered seeing him on her first
day on the base and the way Jeff had reacted to him.

	Apparently he had been recruited by Anne fairly recently to work
with her on her DNA research team. An idea popped into her head and she
smiled. She knew Jeff was attracted to Dr Belmont, though the transformed
man was fairly embarrassed by the fact. Mandy wondered whether the
feelings went both ways. She slid through the door and walked over to the
doctor.

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

	"I am not wearing _that_," declared Rob as forcefully as he could
with his new voice.

	"Look, it's just a functional piece of clothing." Paul replied.
"Its got no frills and its not made of silk. It is just a functional
sports bra."

	"I don't care what type of bra it is. I'm not wearing one!"

	"We've been through this. You want your new anatomy to stop
jiggling then you need one of these."

	Rob looked at the twin black women and seethed. The worst thing
about the situation was that they were right. But putting any piece of
female clothing on, especially a bra would be a step down the road to
accepting his new-found femininity. What would his father say?

	Well, his parents weren't on the base at the moment, and it would
reduce the strange shifting and jostling sensations he got with every
movement. The way to think about it was as if it was any other normal,
functional piece of clothing.

	"Alright, I'll wear it. Give me a minute to change, okay?"

	"Sure," Paul replied and the twins left him alone.

	Rob looked at the pile of clothing on the bed and started to
remove his robe. He had been stuck in the small bedroom ever since he had
woken up after his transformation and he was starting to go stir crazy.
Sitting there hour after hour and thinking about his predicament was
getting to him and he hoped that a walk would at least stop him worrying
so much.

	He stripped off the ill-fitting pyjamas and picked up the bra. It
was designed to fasten at the front for which Rob gave a silent thanks to
Paul. Working out which way up it was supposed to go challenged him for a
minute and then he slipped it on.

	Steeling himself, he pulled the bra together over his breasts and
then did it up. The bra was a good fit and after some adjustment of his
new, alien protuberances he felt fairly comfortable. They certainly
reduced the jiggling of his chest, though the strange weight and bulge was
still there. He wondered if he would ever get used to being a possessor of
such a perfect pair of breasts. The sensation of being held and supported
there was very strange, though.

	Next came a pair of briefs. They were large enough to fit the
hips, but were very baggy around the crotch. Rob knew panties would fit
better, but Paul had guessed rightly that the last thing the soldier
wanted to face right now was more feminine clothes than was absolutely
necessary.

	After that was a thick white shirt. Rob was momentarily confused
by the buttons being on the wrong side before he remembered that was how
most womens clothes were made. It wasn't particularly feminine, but it
fitted him well.  He pulled on a baggy pair of light grey pants. He was
actually quite happy with the way they hid the shape of his legs, though
nothing could hide the curve of his hips or his ass.

	The final touch was some socks and a battered pair of trainers. He
looked at himself in the mirror. God, he thought, even with this on I
don't even look that butch. The masculine cut of his clothes totally
failed to mask his abundant femininity.

	He stood by the door and tried to calm his nerves. He felt like he
was about to go into battle, when all he was actually going to do was walk
around an army base. Paul and Jeff were waiting for him outside. He gave
them a small hesitant smile and they headed off to the main lab complex.

	He followed the two black women through the base. Despite the
feeling of being watched by every soldier he passed he was feeling better
having got out of his room. He studied the twins as he walked. Paul was
easily the more assertive of the two and yet he tended to dress more
femininely, though while his clothes were designed for a woman, Rob had
not seen him a skirt or dress. Jeff was quieter and more pensive. Her hair
was cut very short and her male clothes didn't fit as well, though even
she was obviously wearing female undergarments.

	Their walk was feminine, though not outrageously so. Rob realized
it was more a simple case of anatomy. He could feel the way his own hips
swiveled as he walked and the different center of gravity of his new form
meant he had to hold himself differently.

	They reached the labs and Paul persuaded the guard to let them in.

	In one corner Michael Kingston was taking several of the new
researchers to the team through the basics of the DNA Virus. Anne was
nowhere in sight, probably still having to deal with the fallout from
Arnold Lester's incredible outburst. Rob had been very angry to see
footage of his transformation used like that, even if he could see the
point behind some of Lester's warnings. One of the other doctors was
talking to a small, confident, young woman. She smiled when she saw them
arrived and ushered the doctor over.

	"Hiya, Paul, Jeff," She walked over to them. "And you must be
Robert, how are you doing?"

	"I really can't tell to be honest," he replied.

	"Don't worry, I'm sure Anne and her team will sort the problem out
soon." She pointed at the doctor. "This is Marcus, he's very clever and
with his help they'll soon have the problem cracked."

	Marcus was tall, fit and in his mid thirties. His refined features
and framed by wavy dark hair made him quite attractive. Rob's stomach
lurched as he realized the direction of his thoughts. Paul had warned him
that he was now thinking with a genetically female mind and had told him
of the subtle changes that would occur over time, but it still shocked him
to look at another male and feel attraction.

	Jeff wasn't the only one affected by Marcus' presence. Jeff had a
strange look on her face, an odd mix of anticipation and fear. Rob knew
Jeff had suffered far worse than he had when she had been transformed into
a woman, but was that all that was responsible for her obvious desire for
this man or would Rob soon be thinking that way?

	"Let me show you around," Mandy said brightly and herded Rob and
Paul away from Jeff and Marcus.

	"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Paul asked when they were far
enough away from Jeff and Marcus.

	"I think its best for her. She still has to get to grips with her
feminine desires."

	"So do I, but do you think its wise? Jeff's mental state is still
very fragile."

	Mandy sighed. "Look, I've been with Jeff since the whole Quince
affair. Look at her, she's a mass of contradictions. She wears only male
clothes - though I've managed to convince her of the sense of female
underwear - she wants to be referred to with the feminine pronoun, but she
refuses to accept her form. She'll talk to Marcus, maybe something will
happen and maybe it won't, but it will help her get to terms with her new
existence."

	Rob walked over to the thick glass window that looked into the
clean room. At the center of the room was the store of the DNA Virus. As
soon as he had signed the consent forms he could take the stronger virus
based on his original male body and, even if it killed him, his nightmare
would be over.

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

	"I am a hunted man. Government agents have already raided my home
and CNN in their search for me." Arnold Lester composed himself before
continuing. "But the danger to me is irrelevant, the government has taken
control of the DNA Virus and together with the collusion of the Virus'
creator, Dr Anne Chamberlain, they will use it to subvert the democratic
process and keep control.

	"What is to stop them replacing senators or even the President
with an imposter? If we stand by and do nothing one day you will wake up
and you will have lost your identity!"

	The video cut out to static and the presenter turned back to the
camera. "This video has been sent to every news organization in the US.
The White House has categorically denied that the DNA Virus is out of
control or that it is being used for illegal purposes.

	"It is not only in America that the DNA Virus is making news.
Several European countries have voiced their disquiet at the development
and a special session of the European Parliament has voted for a
resolution on destroying all samples of the virus. China has started a
policy of testing all of its citizens returning to the country to make
sure they have not been replaced."

	The camera switched to a close up of the presenter. "There have
always been those fearful of what the DNA Virus may bring, but when
someone of Arnold Lester's status feels he has to go on the run then the
time has come to look much more closely at how the Virus is being used. Is
it being used for the benefit of mankind, or to control it?"

	Anne cursed as she switched the TV off. "Why don't they suggest
Lester had been replaced?"

	"He's one of their own," Paul replied. "They're convinced they'd
know if he had been replaced."

	"I'm going to have to go to Washington. There's a growing group of
senators who want to shut down the DNA project while they debate about its
use." She sighed, "God, I hate politics. Why can't I just be left alone to
get on with research?"

	"Because the world isn't fair."

	Anne turned to the black woman slowly undressing beside her. Paul
had on a beautiful white bra that contrasted wonderfully with his dark
skin. The bra itself was of silk and lace and designed to be sexy as much
as it was to be comfortable.

	Anne marveled again at how she could now accept this sexy young
woman as her lover. At first it had disconcerted her to see the old Paul
in the looks and actions of the black girl when she tried to make love
with him in his new form, but now she had come to cherish them. For all
the changes he had been through, Paul was still the man she had fallen in
love with.

	She reached over and gently pulled him to her in an embrace,
feeling his bra-clad breasts pressing into her. Their lips met and parted
as the kiss grew more passionate. Her hands slid down over the smooth skin
and started working to get Paul's pants open. He helped her before undoing
the clasp on her skirt and letting it drop to the floor.

	Anne guided her transformed boyfriend over to the bed and then
knelt over him as he lay down. She fumbled with her blouse and pulled it
off. Slowly, she leaned forward, making Paul wait until she made contact.
Anne moved her face down to lightly brush the soft slopes of Paul's
breasts. His nipples thickened and grew as her hot breath caressed them,
pressing into the silk of his bra.

	Without warning, she sucked one into her mouth and gently bit
down, rewarded by the arching of Paul's back and a sharp, ecstatic, intake
of breath. She lowered herself on top of him and pressed her thigh between
his legs. Through his silky panties she could tell he was already wet.

	Through all their lovemaking since Paul's change they had never
used toys. It was a subject that had never been raised though not through
fear of what the other might think. Anne smiled as she wondered how Paul
would react if she presented a double-ended dildo one night. For the time
being though, each other's body was more than enough to satisfy them.

	Anne felt the smooth rounded curve of Paul's stomach as she moved
her hand down and into her lover's panties. Paul instinctively spread his
legs to give Anne better access. She slipped two fingers inside him and
began lightly stroking his soft flesh. She worked his nipple clear of the
top of the bra as she put her other arm under him to hold his hot, lithe
body still.

	Paul gave an inarticulate groan as she played his body. His
fingers pushed through her hair as he held her head to his breast. His
other hand ran gently up and down her spine, increasing her own arousal.

	Paul arched his back under her and gave a small cry through
gritted teeth as he came. Anne slowed her pace a little but did not stop.
She slithered up his warm body and they kissed again. "I don't know what
I'd do without you," she said.

	"Good," Paul replied happily.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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