

Close Encounters of the 4th Kind
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Dr Levin took a deep breath and entered the conference room with the
final report on the patient designated NSC-42987. "Come on in Julie,
we'll skip all the priliminary bullshit and get started right away,
you know everybody in here, so have a seat and lets hear what the
vedict is" She nodded to Ted Gorman, the head of the National Security
agency and looked at the rest of the group. As a psychiatrist she knew
immediately the high suspense and anxiety in the faces of the group.
The last time she saw a room this hushed was when everyone watched the
OJ Simpson verdict on TV. They awaited her verdict, and she was as
sure of  the diagnosis of  her team than she had ever been. " We've
run all the tests that we know of and our final conclusion is that
this patient is not fabricating this incredible story and suffers from
no delusions or pre-existing pyschosises or any of what Ted calls the
"psychobabble-my-momma-abused-me-give-me-government-check-and-a-day-
on- Geraldo - crapp-o-la". She watched the incredulous look on the
faces at the table and repeated, " That's right, Completely and
Totally SANE!"
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	The traffic had started to back up about half hour on I-15 north of
Barstow due to an accident and in that traffic was a black Porsche
driven by Alex Dell, Hollywood screenwriter heading back to LA from
Vegas after what he thought had to be one of the luckiest days of his
life. It was almost eerie that he had won every double-down hand on
the blackjack tables, the last which netted him 30 grand for the
weekend. "Guess this ends the streak" Alex was nervous about the drive
back. He knew that luck didnt hold forever and many times ended with a
nasty run of bad luck, hopefully this was the worst of it. After
finally reaching Barstow, with no end to the traffic in sight, he
exited the Interstate and took a secondary highway heading west toward
Edwards Air Force Base, figuring it was better to head into LA from
the north from Lancaster. The Porsche ate the desert miles quickly
until suddenly the lights and engine quit completely. 	
"Son of bitch! That's # 2! OH FUCK! stuck out in the middle of the
desert at 1 in the morning, gonna have to wait here all night for some
goober to tow me, and he'll probably charge me the whole 30 fucking
grand I won, SHIT!" Alex picked up the cell phone to call the
California Highway Patrol, but it was completely dead like the
Porsche. " Number 3, OK - what the fuck else is gonna go wrong" as he
banged the phone on the dashboard and became vaguely aware of a low
humming sound and a strange blue light descending from the lonely
desert sky.
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	In the conference room at National Security, everyone looked at Dr
Levin for some kind of signal that this was all a stunt, but her
expression was never more serious. After a minute, Ted Larson stood up
and told his peers,  " From now on this project has top secret
classification, and NOBODY, and I mean sure as hell NOBODY is to enter
this wing of the building, or the site where the subject is without my
PERSONAL approval, and godammit Charlie, make sure this time none of
the maids or janitors can read a word of English! Understood?"
"Yes sir"
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	Alex had momentarily forgotten the stalled car and the dead cell
phone, and turned to look at the light which was approaching slowly
from about 150 yards from the highway. He thought at first it might
have been a chopper from the Base, but within a few seconds he had
realized that this was no helicopter or plane. He felt the car roll
off the road and toward the craft. He tried to hit the brake but
couldnt move his legs, or open the door to get out of the car.
Whatever this thing was, he had its attention and it wanted him to
come over, and a wave of  panic overcame his paralyzed body before he
fainted.
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	Patrolman Mike Mendoza was on his patrol on state highway 58 out of
Barstow when he spotted what appeared to be a car parked out in the
middle of the desert. Mike immediately wheeled the car into the dust,
and came upon a black Porsche with no one in it or around it. He
walked up to the car sitting there in the early morning light and
inspected the inside for any signs of  trouble. The keys were still in
the ignition and there were no drugs or anything else unusual. He
thought it unusual that if anybody stole an expensive car they wouldnt
leave it in the desert, it would be in Mexico by now. He went back to
the patrol car and punched the license # into the computer. It was
registered to an Alex Dell,  35504 Mulholland Dr , Los Angeles, CA,
but there was no report of it being stolen, and being a Monday there
was a good chance he would miss the car. Medoza radioed to dispatch. "
Yeah, This is Mendoza, I got a Porsche parked out here in the middle
of the desert off highway 58 about 25 miles west of Barstow,
California plates 3NWA953, belongs to an Alex Dell in LA. Could you
check with LAPD to see if  anybody reported it stolen and see if they
could call this guy and tell him we found his car?"
"Sure Mike, anything else?"
"Well, if  he doesnt answer, maybe they better go over there to see if
he ate a bullet"
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   	The transcripts of  Dr Levin's medical and psychiatric
examinations were handed out to the task force, detailing an amazing
story which would normally be found in the supermarket tabloids or on
the X-Files, but this was the result of  an assesment done by a team
with impeccible reputations. But this story told by the patient was
only a prelude to what may be an agenda by unknown forces impacting
the entire human race, and they had to further probe the memories of
the patient and painstakingly re-examine every word to look for
anything the patient witnessed and exprienced over and over to find
the answers.
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	Mendoza dispatched a tow for the Porsche for impound and was about to
videotape the car when he spotted something funny about the brush
about 15 yards beyond. Inspecting it, he saw that the brush was
blackened which was unusual for the fact that it was in an exact
circular pattern about 40 feet in diameter, and the soil was not the
usual tan dust, but a bluish and glassy texture and hardness.
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	Lt Griffin of LAPD was interviewing the occupant in the home on
Mulholland Drive, who had made a frantic call after being informed
that his roomate's car was found in the desert. 
"Were you expecting Alex back from Las Vegas last night?"
"He called last night from the casino to say he was coming back and
had won a big wad of cash playing blackjack, around 8, I think."
"Did he call after that, maybe to report car trouble?"
"No, and he has a car phone, and he would never,ever leave that car
sitting there, he loved it"
"Any problems between the two of you?"
"NO!! And I pay my own way here, if thats what you're thinking, I know
that you cops think were a bunch of demented perverts."
"Cut the attitude, Dave, I have to ask these questions, until I can
verify that he was in Vegas and you werent with him, being he was
coming back on a dangerous route with a lot of cash on him. In a few
hours, this officially becomes a missing persons case, with a good
possibility of becoming a homicide case, and I have to cover it all."
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**** MEDICAL AND PSYCHOLIGAL PROFILE AND ANALYSIS OF SUBJECT 
         # 42987 - NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY TASK FORCE FOR ASSESMENT
OF NON-EXPLAINED PHENOMENOM************

Subject Name: "Jane Doe" - given by subject as Alex Dell
Date of Birth: No birth certificate - given by subject as 3/5/69
Place of Birth: given as Hempstead, Long Island, NY by subject
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125
Eyes: Green
Hair:  Brown
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasion 
Ethnic Background: Irish-Italian
Occupation: Exotic Dancer - after incident; Before Incident:
Screenwriter
Mother: Not Found - given as Maria Pastore Dell by subject
Father: Not Found - given as George Dell by subject
Present Address: 3975 Magnolia Blvd, Burbank,CA 	
- also given as 35504 Mulholland Dr, Los Angeles,CA
Physical: Subject in excellent condition, no indications of disease or
cancer. Small reddish 
circular marks on lower abdomen between the navel and vagina. Uterus
shows    indications of repeated gynocological examinations, no
indications of childbirth, miscarriage, abortion or pregnancy. Blood
Type B+ , normal red cell countwhite cell count slightly above normal,
HIV negative. 							
Dental exam; filling on left rear and upper right 1st molars, root
canal scars on upper right incisor. No capping, crowns, or bonding.
Normal alignment
NOTE: Dental records of  subject and Alex Dell match completely.


	Psychological: Subject shows no dysfunctional behavior, has an
indivualistic and 	occasionally rebellious and stubborn
personality. Much closer to mother in 	childhood and adolescence than
father. Ambitious and creative with a strong 	imigination. Political
views libertarian ,carries a cynical attitude toward 	government.
All testing indicates that subject can distinguish between fantasy and
reality. Superstitious. No indications of schizophrenia,
manic-depression, or strong paranoia. Symptoms of post-traumatic
stress are evident. Subject reports vivid 	and frightening
nightmares. Subject has highly developed memory skills prior to
6/29/95. Has memory lapses of events subsequent to that date which
have been 	accessed thru hypnotic therapy. IQ rating: 145.
Subject showed no stress each 	battery of lie detector tests. All
testing known for delusions proved negative. 

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SPECIAL NOTE: Fingerprints obtained from Los Angeles County for
subject and for       Alex Dell match perfectly. Events pertaining to
the life of Alex Dell narrated by the subject for the previous 25
years have been verified by Task Force investigators. Events about
Hollywood celebrities not known to the general public have also been
verified by investigators.	
Under normal circumstances, All evidence would be admitted in a court
of law. All evidence indicates beyond reasonable doubt that the
subject is Alex Dell, reported as missing 6/30/95, last seen traveling
by car  between Las Vegas NV and Los Angeles CA in Barstow CA at
approximately 11:30 pm Sunday June 30 1995. Case still open with 
Los Angeles Police Dept, Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office, San
Bernardino County Sherriff, California Highway Patrol, Las Vegas
Police Dept, Nevada Highway Patrol. Although limited transgendering is
possible by available medical means, all DNA and          chomosome
tests indicate subject is female with a fully developed and functional
uterus and ovaries, menstruates and is fully able to give childbirth,
which is currently impossible with any known medical technology .
Neither subject nor Alex Dell is hermophoditic.

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	Alex sat up in the bed in her room, which the task force had made to
feel as homey as possible, but it still felt to her like a Ramada Inn
or something. She had accepted the fact that she was changed forever,
but she thought sardonically that the least those alien bastards could
have done was given her a valid birth certificate, social security #,
driver license and credit cards. Then she could have at least had some
kind of life. Hell, now she would be considered normal for sleeping
with men. The aliens had done a complete job on her including all the
plumbing. She didnt look or sound like some sort of drag queen out of
West Hollywood. No adams apple, different bone structure, just the
right size breasts, although the other girls she worked with when she
was dancing told her if she got implants she would make more money.
And one more thing the aliens didnt forget, these goddamn menstrual
cramps she was having. She had taken some Midol and finally gotten to
sleep, but one of those dreams about the aliens had woken her again.
She looked out the window toward the stars and said aloud, "Thanks for
nothing, Motherfuckers!"
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	Mike Mendoza went out on his shift on the highway out of Barstow the
same way he had done for every morning for the last year, since that
morning he had found the Porsche in the desert. He also stopped at
that same spot in the desert, walking around that spot which the
government had raked over, carrying away the burned brush and strange
soil. Something more than a suspected murder had happened to that
Hollywood writer, that much he knew. Hell, even if he was Tom Cruise
or Arnold Schartzenegger or something, the Feds and the Air Force
wouldnt have come to erase all the signs of a crime scene and taken
the car into an enclosed trailer and hauled it away, they had taken
his video of  the scene and his wife had said that agents had come to
the house when he was working to look for any copies of the tape after
he had shown a copy to a network reporter and showed it on national
tv. The Feds finally took down all the barriers when environmentalists
raised hell about the government digging up the desert. 
He was hoping to find at least one grain that the Santa Ana winds
might have carried out of  the Feds reach. Mike was walking back to
the patrol car when he felt a pebble in his shoe. He took the shoe off
and looked at the sole and it hit him right then and there;
" that's it! of course, YO LO TENGO!!"
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	Another cop was thinking about the Dell case, in LA, Lt Bob Griffin
had gone through the ringer and was still trying to fight off the Gay
Rights activists giving him a ration of shit over the grilling he gave
Dell's roomate and lover Dave Krager. There was always some loud mouth
protester on the evening news spouting about how Griffin should be
with his fascist buddy Mark Fuhrman in Idaho and not oppressing the
politically correct victim groups in LA. Krager hadnt told the whole
truth about how he and Dell were getting along. Krager had left Vegas
earlier the day Dell disappeared after a nasty argument witnessed by
other patrons, and receipts from the airline had shown he had flown
back to LA after he said Dell had called him. It looked like he had a
pretty good suspect until that crazy bimbo got arrested in the Valley
for having Dell's license and  credit cards on her. After that it got
nutsy, when her lawyer claimed in court that she was not guilty by
reason of insanity, claiming she was Alex Dell and that aliens had
change him into a woman. It got totally strange when the lawyer got
Dell and the topless dancer's fingerprints and the damn things matched
perfectly. That along with that Mexican highway patrolman who showed
the videotapes to a reporter. Next thing he knew, the FBI was in the
office and took the woman off. The entire case was dropped, the Feds
told him that as far as anyone was concerned, the case was now
inactive and that the girl had nothing to do with the Dell case, and
that he should just drop everything for his own good. Fine with him.
He just wished that the homos would just drop everything too.
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***** AFFADAVIT FROM NSA SUBJECT # 42987 - ALEX DELL *****

6/14/96 - 	I hereby swear that all events which I am describing
happened exactly as I remember them. I was born Alex Michael Dell on
March 5, 1969 in Hempstead, Long Island (NY). I was born male and was
that way until the night of June 29, 1995. On that night I was driving
back to Los Angeles from Las Vegas after a weekend with my lover,
David Krager. David had flown back to LA after an argument, but I
didn't care anymore, I had just won 30,000 dollars at the blackjack
tables and was ready to tell him to move out. I was starting to fall
in love with someone else and was breaking it off with him. I left Las
Vegas at approximately 9 pm that night and drove south on interstate
15 until traffic backed up north of Barstow, CA. Stopping for gas and
coffee, the attendant said traffic was backed up to here all the way
to Cajon Pass due to an accident. I took an alternate route which was
California state highway 58, traffic was suprisingly sparse and drove
for about 15 minutes until the car completely lost power. The cellular
phone in the car was also dead. At that time I heard a low humming
noise and noticed a bluish light off the road maybe about 150 yards
away. The craft approached me and the car suddenly rolled off the 
road toward the craft. I was unable to move my body at this time. As I
got closer to the craft I thought I saw something or someone coming
out of it and toward the car. I  dont have any waking memory of what
happened exactly after that but Dr Levin's tapes describe better than
I think I want to really know. The tapes describe what I see in my
dreams a lot. The next thing I remember is being alone on the side of
the road outside of Palm Springs and feeling very strange and
different. I had on the same jeans and shirt but they didnt fit right.
My feet didnt fit my shoes and my hands were smaller. My skin was
different, and I had grown breasts. My hair had grown from shoulder
length almost to my waist. Most of all, my penis didnt feel like it
was there, and opening my pants I saw to my horror that it was gone.
After gathering myself together after the shock, (it was strange to
hear another voice coming out of my throat) I managed to hitchhike
into Palm Springs and catch a bus into LA. I still had the money I won
in Vegas and figured that would hold me for a while, but I didnt know
how I was going to work or where I was going to stay. I stayed in a
hotel in Hollywood, and remembered a man on Santa Monica Blvd who did
good fake ID's. He only had to change the M to an F and take a new
picture of  me to change the license. I could still call myself Alex
since the name fits both men and women. The credit cards I figured
were OK because my signature was still the same. I needed to find some
work and the only work I could find where they would only ask for
proof of age was as an exotic dancer. The aliens at least made me very
attractive as a woman, but I was considered good looking when I was a
man too. I found out that I has about 2 months worth of time missing
between the time I was abducted and the time I was freed. There have
been other times since then until I was arrested and taken by the
Federal Government that I have had time that I couldnt account for. On
February 12, 1996 I was pulled over on  Ventura Boulevard in Sherman
Oaks and taken into custody for possesion of  a false drivers license,
then arrested for possesion of stolen credit cards and suspicion of
murder. I was grilled by the detectives who wanted to know where I got
the cards from. I said nothing until I was able to get an attorney. I
knew I had no explanation for having the license and credit cards so I
took a chance and told the attorney what really happened. He made a
motion at the arraignment to have the charges dismissed due to
insanity, but I told him to check the fingerprints for Alex Dell and
the dental records and when he found that they were and exact match he
decided to call HardCopy or Current Affair or one of those tabloid
shows and when the story got on tv, I was taken into custody by
federal agents. From there I was transferred to this operations center
which I have no idea where it is located. 

Alex Dell

TO BE CONTINUED ----------------- 

	The dream which has awakened Alex was a new one this time. Usually the
dream was scenes of the alien craft or looking up and seeing the faces
of the aliens. They had greyish white skin with large black almond
shaped eyes, and they were always examining and saying nothing, in the
dream she always wanted them just to say something. Why were they
always injecting her with needles? Why did she always feel that
strange probe reaching deep inside her? What do they want? This time
she saw the incubator where small fetuses were inside. After the last
probe one of the aliens brought over what looked like a specimen dish.
Another one brought over another dish it had taken from a metal
storage tray. They seemed to be doing something about combining the
two specimens. They took samples from both dishes and combined them
into a third dish, added a clear fluid to it and put in in some sort
of device. Alex knew that the aliens had used her as a guinea pig, but
why didnt they use someone who was born female? Why did they inject
her with all those chemicals, entomb her in that bizzare suit, and
leave her comatose for 2 months? Well, maybe all those hypnotic
sessions with Dr Levin would reveal something to her, but Dr Levin was
noncommittal about letting her hear the tapes or read the transcripts.
She would ask again today, Dr Levin had told her that everything was
finished with her examinations and they would be releasing her soon.
She couldnt wait for that. She wanted to get on with whatever her new
life was going to be. She would also be able to have sex whenever she
felt horny, which was usually about a week before the PMS and her
period started. She knew she could drive men nuts in bed since she
knew exactly what men wanted, and unlike her former life as a man, she
didnt have to take it up the ass. She actually enjoyed sex more this
way, she felt totally normal making love to a man, and experienced
brand new sensations, and even loved to feel and explore her new body.
She showered, massaging the soap over her swollen nipples, which made
them feel better when the bloating and cramping hit during her period.
She towelled herself off, put her long brown hair into a french braid,
inserted a new tampon, popped another Midol, put on her cotton
panties, a white lace wonderbra, slipped into spandex leggings and an
aerobics bodysuit, and stepped into the morning air for a jog around
the grounds.
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**** TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION # 1 WITH SUBJECT ****
				March 15, 1996 

Dr Levin: Alex, I want you to start at the time your car was disabled
in the desert and you tried to escape but coulndt and you fainted. Can
you remember that? What happened after you fainted?
Alex: Four beings walked over to the car. They didnt know how to open
the doors, but then I was able to move my body. For some reason, I
opened the door and got out of the car. Two of the aliens touched my
arms and I walked with them into the craft.
Dr Levin: How did you get into the craft, did it have a door?
Alex: Yes, sort of like a cargo door you see on airplanes, but it had
no steps.
Dr Levin: Do you remember what the inside of the craft looked like?
Alex: It had a round sort of hallway around the outside with several
small compartments in it. The lighting was just below the ceilings on
the walls but I couldnt tell where the light was coming from. I was
taken into one of the compartments that looked like an examination
table, but I'd never seen equipment like they had in there. I was put
onto a sort of gurney or something like that. Then I couldnt move
again. I couldnt even speak.
Dr Levin: Do you remember the examination?
Alex: They ran some kind of scanner over my body and I saw that they
were looking at a screen with some sort of data, looked like
hyroglyphics, they took blood from my body with some kind of device
that felt like it had penetrated the skin, but it didnt look feel or
look quite like a needle. They paid special attention to my abdomen
and my penis and testicles. Then they put a helmet on my head which
covered my entire head and face and fastened it around my neck with
some sort of material that felt like rubber. After about maybe ten
seconds I was unconscious. 
Dr Levin: We'll stop here for today, when I count to ten, you will
feel totally awake and relaxed. 10-9-8-7......
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	Ted Gorman look up after reading the transcript of the first session
along with the video tape that played on the monitor. He shut it off
and turned to the group. "Any comments?"
Charlie Greer, who had supervised the site operation, spoke first. "
All the data on the soil in the area and inspection of the car
indicates a concentrated amount of heat and radiation 
in an area about 40 ft in diameter, the car had faded paint on the
hood and roof, where otherwise they rest of the paint on the car
looked brand new. So we know that an unknown craft landed at that
spot, Dell's car was found next to it, and he hasnt been seen since.
Since there was no sign of criminal foul play, we can pretty well
assume Dell went aboard the craft. Unfortunately we didnt get any
footprints since there were 30 mph winds the next morning and the
highway patrolman who was first on the scene didnt report any and none
were seen on the tape we examined."
General Johnson of the Air Force was next. "We pulled all the data
from Edwards air tower that night, and the officer on duty assumed it
was a CHP copter even if the image was too large for that. He assumed
there was a glitch in the radar return and we havent discouraged him
from changing that. Some of the personnel on the base reported a UFO,
but we debriefed them and explained in the strongest of terms that
what the saw was a helicopter. They got the message."
Gorman concluded, " We would seem to have some good evidence that an
extraterrestrial aircraft landed in the California desert, abducted a
man and did some unknown experiments on him, or her as the case may
be. What we HAVE to find out is if there is something up with them.
Are they planning something more, or are they just an ET version of
Josef Mengele and the Nazis doing experiments on people for kicks"
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	Alex had returned from her morning jog and was sitting in the
cafeteria having coffee. A few miltary types sat at another table
checking her out. She knew from experience that the tight aerobics
outfit was getting them hot and she always liked to show off a little
for the guys to break her boredom. She would have liked to go over and
flirt with them but only authorized personnel were allowed to speak
with her at any length and she knew she was being constantly
monitored. Dr Levin had gone away to a big meeting somewhere and she
informed Alex that after she came back that she would be free to go,
and that she would be given a new identity with a social security #
and license and everything, similar to the FBI witness protection
program. Dr Levin said that she would be provided with a history so
that she could find a job, but Alex knew that she wouldnt be able to
go back to screenwriting, she was lucky to get her break in the
business in the first place. She knew she wouldnt be able to take the
9-5 routine in a bank or office somewhere, those jobs were full of
tight-assed tyrants who always wanted to run your life, or find
something wrong, or try to mold you into something you're not, and she
had already had quite enough of that. She had made pretty good money
dancing, especially after she had done some porno tapes and got
special appearance money in the exotic clubs. The big thing she
worried about though after she got out was were the aliens done with
her?
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	Mike Mendoza went home quickly after his shift was done on the highway
patrol and burst excitingly into his house. He called to his wife
"Susanna, do I still have those shoes, you didnt throw them away did
you?" He ran quicky to his storage shed in back and rifled through
everything until he had found the shoes he had worn on that morning in
the desert. He had gotten a nasty rash on his feet soon after and had
replaced them, but now they would provide some answers for him after
he had them examined by an old friend of his at UCLA.
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	The case of Alex Dell was also on the mind of Lt Griffin that day. He
had searched for months for some clue to the identity of the woman he
had questioned regarding the disappearance of Dell. Every source he
had checked with had no record that she ever existed, and never in the
history of crimonology had fingerprints from two people matched
perfectly. The samples taken from the hairs in Dell's 
home and from the woman were run through forensics. The DNA match was
close enough for them to be brother and sister. Although the case was
closed by LAPD, he wanted to find the answers for himself before he
retired, and he felt it was time to call some friends on the highway
patrol and find the cop who had first found Dell's car in the desert.
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Close Encounters of the 4th kind repost pts 5-8
From: kmburns@starone.com (Kevin)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:38:33 GMT

*****TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION WITH SUBJECT 42987***
				SESSION # 2


Dr Levin: Alex, you are now relaxed and will remember everything that
happened on the craft. What happen after you went unconscious on the
examination table?
Alex: I felt a strange warm flowing sensation all around inside my
body. Then I felt myself rising. I could actually look down at the
aliens operating on me. I looked like a fighter pilot with that helmet
on. There were wires and tubes inserted in several spots. The aliens
have on some sort of surgical gowns, They have a cup-like device on my
crotch. The blood in my body is draining out of 1 tube into a
container and another tube is pumping in a clear fluid, like a plasma.
The surgeons are operating around my crotch with a device that looks
like a gold pen, but it's emitting a small light. Another alien comes
over with the samples of skin and blood they took before, they are in
the same container. The aliens seem to be very cautious around the
blood, like it was explosive or something. Then they remove the device
from my crotch and quickly work with the light pens. One of them moves
its head and I can see..I can see..
Dr Levin: What do you see Alex? Can you tell me?
Alex: AAAHEEEEAHHH!!! NOOOO!!NOOO!! (Subject sobs)
Dr Levin: Alex, what is it? What are they doing?
Alex: MY DICK AND BALLS!! WHYYYYY!!! THEY CUT IT OFF! WHYYY??
Dr Levin: Alex, it's OK, you're safe now. Tell me what they're doing
now.
Alex: There taking the skin from the sample container out and wrapping
it around this tube, then they are taking the tube and they're putting
it in my crotch where my penis was. Now they are taking a bigger light
pen and cutting across my abdomen. Now they're opening my abdomen. The
surgeon is taking something from another alien out of the container.
It's some sort of organ with two little bulbs hanging off it. They're
putting it in my stomach!! What is it!?. I can't see what they're
doing now, but they're working very fast. Now one of them brings over
some kind of clear,wet wrapping and now it looks like they're wrapping
something. When they move I can see that it's a bandaging. Now the
surgeon pulls one of my toes back, bends it completely backward like
its made of  rubber. It looks at one of the other aliens who leaves
for a minute and then comes back carrying what looks like sheeting
made of  red rubber. They slip it under me, wrap it back around my
torso, then cut and then seal it with the surgeon's pens. They did the
same thing to my arms and legs, then they put some kind of grease or
oil in my hair, slicked it and bunched it up in the back, and wrapped
the rubber around my head. They cut small holes for the eyes and
mouth, then put a tube in my mouth. Then they put a metal collar
around my neck, a metal girdle around my waist, and bands and braces
around my arms and legs. Then smaller bands and braces for my hands
and feet, fingers and toes. They fastened a soft metal band from the
collar around the top of my head, and then dark thin goggles over my
eyes and then they took the tube out of my mouth and fastened on an
oxogen mask or something over my mouth, and put the tube in the mask.
The suit and braces made me look like a big red crippled alien or
something. Then about eight of them picked me up off the gurney and
carried me into an adjoining compartment and mounted me onto a device
which looked like a pig rotissiere in front of  a console with a big
screen to the side. Then they fastened these panels on the top,
bottom, and sides of  the device. Then they inserted these tubes which
were on the mounting device and inserted them into my arms. The tubes
went into the console, and the aliens plugged a container of blood
into the 
console too. It was weird that they had cut me open, mutilated me, and
taken all my blood out, but I never saw a drop on them or anywhere
else but those containers. Two of the aliens were behind the console
and they must have turned everything on because an image came on the
screen of a body, kind of like those MRI screens you see in a
hospital. The image moved everytime the device my body was in moved.
The aliens were moving their hands over the consoles and one would
look up at the screen everytime it changed. The images would alternate
from bones to muscles to thousands of red lines and then thousands of
black lines. Then there would be images of  all the organs which they
would zoom in on. The tubes from the blood container started running
up into the console, the screen changed, and then the blood went from
the tubes in the console into my arms. I started to feel myself going
back into my body. Then I felt groggy and felt my body in a tight
suit, I could only see faint lights turning around me. I felt warm
fluid running all through me, a tinling sensation all over, and now
and then I would feel my whole body being squeezed, pulled, pushed,
and all my muscles felt like they were crawling. The whole time since
I had freaked over them cutting my penis off, I had heard the most
beautiful music from somewhere that gave me a blissful feeling, and it
played after all the sensations had stopped and my body went numb as I
stopped turning and went into a deep sleep again. 
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	Not a word was spoken after Gorman flicked off the video. All looked
at the transcript in amazement except for one of the task force
members, who Gorman addressed. " I know the world's getting pretty
damn flaky Ben, but either you don't believe any of this, or it ain't
the first time you've seen something like this." 
General Johnson retorted, " Nothing's scarier than seeing a naked
Marine, Tom."
The room broke into laughter at the joke at Gorman's expense. The two
were good friends and often made inter-service jokes while serving
together at the Pentagon. 
Gorman then replied, " Good preparation for Roswell then!" The room
fell silent again and all eyes were on Johnson.
"You were at Roswell?! Well son-of-a-bitch! I knew you white boys hold
out on us!"
"Five years there studying and analyzing all the files from the crash
site and the other shit you all heard about on 'Unsolved Mysteries'
The Cold War was pretty heated up back when I was there back in 1975,
and we had lost Nam and everything, so I wondered at first why the
hell I was in the middle of nowhere looking at flying saucer evidence.
I was a pretty good engineer and physics background, and we were
trying to find out how everything ticked so that we could use the
technology to scare the shit out of the Russkies"
'"Did you ever see any of the bodies that were in the crash?"
"No, they were long dead and cremated by then. Guess if I crashed on a
strange planet with medical technology centuries behind I wouldn't
last forever either. Especially if any viruses or bacteria entered the
room where I was in that I didn't have immunity to. Anyway, from what
information I was able to gather, the poor little bastard showed our
doctors some medical techniques that would help keep him alive as long
as possible. Jumped our medical research years ahead. Some of what
Alex described in the transcripts are actually advanced versions of
what we use today. The scanner panels and screens and computers are
what we call MRI today. The light pens they used to operate are most
likely laser surgery. When she described floating above her body, they
probably had stopped her heart, experiences which heart and organ
transplant patients often describe, and I would guess that if we have
made advances in DNA usage, it's old hat to them."
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				Alex was miles away preparing for bed, her period over for another
month. A cool breeze came into the window on this warm night and
raised goosebumps on her skin and made her nipples stand up like
elevator buttons. She slipped the straps of the blue lace teddy from
her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, and ran her fingernails
lightly under her breasts, then squeezed her breasts together and
softly kneaded them. She lightly tickled her erect nipples and felt an
electric chill all over. She moaned softly, "Ohhhhh God I need a man
in me, somebody fuck me, oooooh." Her hand then slipped into her into
her lace panties, ran up the side of her pussy, and found her clit.
She played with it while her other hand ran over her tits, her
breathing became harder, and she arched her back while her hips
started moving and twisting on the bed. As her chest, neck and face
flushed a bright pink she raised her hips high off the bed and felt
the release come to her as the insides of  her vaginal canal quivered
and her juices flowed freely from her pussy and soaked the panties.
Masturbating was never this good as a man, she knew she could come
again and again all night and she loved it. " I gotta get outta here
soon, I'm so fucking horny, I need a cock in me now!" She wondered for
a minute if there were any hidden cameras in the room watching her,
and she hissed through her teeth, " Why the hell don't you come out
from behind those cameras now! Stop jerking off while you're watching
me and come in here and FUCK ME NOW!! I'll give you a fucking you'll
never forget! It's worth the fucking court martial guys! I'll do
chicks too! Whatever, I don't care, I was a fag when I was a guy! I
just want it now!"  After her tantrum had stopped she caught her
breath, laid back on the bed, wiped away her tears and swore to
herself that when she got out that some man would get fucked and
sucked like no other woman he had or would ever have again.
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				Alex's old peers in Hollywood hadn't forgotten about him after his
disappearance in spite of the callousness of the business. There were
always rumors and theories floating around about what they thought had
happened. It was always a hot debate in the party circuits, and at one
of those parties Alex's old friend from their days back at Columbia
University, Anthony Palumbo, was approached by a producer who was
negotiating a movie rights deal with a newspaper reporter who was
writing a book about the investigation of Alex's disappearance and the
possibility of a government cover-up of what happened. He wanted
Anthony's input about what he knew about Alex and that maybe he could
write the screenplay. Anthony's first impulse was to punch him out and
tell the ghoul motherfucker to shove it up his ass, but he had learned
to handle his temper with the powers in Hollywood if he wanted to keep
working in this town. The producer gave him the name and number of the
reporter and asked him to call tomorrow. 
When he sobered up the next morning and thought about how whether he
wanted to know what happened, but he felt that maybe at least he could
find something to tell Alex's mother the next time she called to find
out if there was anything new. He knew that eventually she could face
it if he was dead, but will she be able to face all the private things

that he kept from her when he was alive when and if the book got
pulished?
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***** TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION # 3 *******	
			NSCTF SUBJECT # 42987

Dr Levin: Alex, you are now relaxed and will remember everything that
happened on the alien craft. What happened next after the room with
the scanners and the device you were mounted on?
Alex: When I woke up again, I wasn't in the operating room, I was in
some sort of room with monitors that I didn't understand, and I was
laying down on a bed or table and the numb feeling that I had before
was gone. I was able to see a monitor above me and I could see the
monitor was on me. I was still in that skintight red suit with all the
harnesses and trusses and braces. It looked like a bondage suit you
see in the kinky magazines, and I wondered if maybe these aliens were
maybe on a weird kick. Then I noticed that my body was different, a
little smaller and a lot more curvy like a woman's body. Then the
aliens came in and started to undo all the harnesses and braces. One
tried to bend my hand back, but it would only go to a right angle to
my wrist. Then they sat me up and moved my arms and legs. Then they
had me stand. I felt a little off balance, and they had me walk, but
the movement just wasn't right like it was before. They walked me
through the ship, which wasn't much different from what I saw before,
just a lot of empty rooms with little operating rooms like the one I
was in. I was taken up a ramp to the top, where there were windows all
around and I could make out millions of stars out there. It was the
most awesome sight I had ever seen, just a beautiful sight of all
these lights and stars. I think this was the control room for the
craft, and in the middle was a big machine which made a low humming
noise. I assumed that was the engine for the thing, or some
maintenance device for the engine. None of them seemed to be running
or steering the ship, like it was on autopilot. I wanted to ask them
questions or speak, but I couldn't with my mouth covered over with the
mask on the suit. I was then taken back to the room, when I suddenly
felt very tired and heard the beautiful music again as I laid on the
bed. The aliens came in with the laser pens again and I could feel
them peeling the suit off my body, and when it came off completely I
felt a lot of hair tumbling out from my head. When I reached my arm
across my body I suddenly realized that I had breasts! My skin was
really soft and when I felt my crotch, I felt a vagina! They had
changed me into a woman! I realized I was also naked and covered up my
breasts and vagina with my hands, and maybe one of the aliens
understood this, because it pulled out the clothes I was wearing when
they took me and handed them to me and I put them on, but they were
really baggy on me, and the sneakers flopped around on my feet. I
could slightly feel the ship settling down, and then the aliens took
me out of the craft, walked me away from it about 300 yards, and left
me standing there. I turned to watch them walk back to the ship, and
they got in and the craft went straight up for a couple of minutes,
and then took off like a shot.
It was dark out and a little bit chilly and I walked toward the lights
moving in the distance. 
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				Alex was watching the TV in her darkened bedroom, still awake and
quite relaxed after she had masturbated out the frustration and
horniness she had felt before. Her thoughts went back again to that
early morning she had come to in the desert outside of Palm Springs.
She wondered where the Porsche was, but it was nowhere to be seen. She
thought that maybe she fell asleep at the wheel and had an accident,
but the highway patrol would have come along and helped if she had.
When she reached the highway she thought that maybe she had walked all
the way back to Interstate 15, but when she got close enough to see
the blue highway sign, she saw that she had gone all the way to
Interstate 10! She had scratched herself  under the oversized T-shirt
she was wearing, when she had first felt the breasts under them, and
her sense of reality suddenly left her. She felt this had to be a
dream, this just wasnt real. She looked down her baggy pants and
realized that the penis was no longer there! She let out a long scream
which sounded to Alex like it came from someone else. A trucker
stopped at the side of the road and offered her a lift. Alex made up a
quick story about having a fight with her boyfriend who left her at
the side of the road with nothing but his old clothes, and she needed
a lift into the next town to get to a phone. She saw about 10 minutes
later the exit leading into Palm Springs, and the trucker bought her a
cup of coffee and advised the she should really see a doctor, she
looked totally dazed. After the trucker left, she felt through her
pockets and pulled out the wallet and a large wad of 100 dollar bills.
Maybe the big weekend in Vegas was just a dream too, she thought, and
maybe if she got a room in the hotel across the street she would wake
up to the real world. The hotel manager told her that all the rooms
were taken because of the Labor Day Weekend. At that point she thought
that this had to be a dream, no way she could fall asleep in a car
before the 4th of July and wake up more than 2 months later in a
woman's body. But she wasnt waking up, in any other dream she would
have waken up by now. She looked around expecting Rod Serling to be
standing there explaining to an audience, "Mr Alex Dell has just woken
up after a wild weekend in Las Vegas, but he is not waking up as Alex
Dell, screenwriter, but as Miss Alex Dell, an unknown woman waiting to
get a bus back, back from the Twighlight Zone!" Alex went into a
clothing store on the street, where she gave the salesgirl the same
story she had given the trucker about a fight with the boyfriend. The
girl sympathized and agreed to let her use the credit cards to buy
some clothes. "If Danny did that to me, I'd max every card I could on
the bastard, and then go to an ATM and clean out the checking
account!" Alex quickly looked over for something to wear, settling on
a pair of jeans, which took trying out several pairs to finally get a
fit to her new slimmer waist, wider hips, and not as loose in the
crotch. She picked out a white body suit which she stepped into,
pulling the jeans on over. Since her breasts stood up firmly without a
bra, she decided to forego that until she could get her measurements
to get everything that would fit. She picked out some women's athletic
shoes which she held to her foot to get the closest fit she could. She
picked out a large shoulder bag and since it was starting to get
really hot, bought a scrunchy and wrapped her long hair back into a
large ponytail. Paying the cashier, she took a taxi which would take
her to the bus which would take her into L.A. and the unknown.
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	After the last transcript of Alex's hypnotic recall session was played
in the National Security Conference room, Gorman requested the
analysis of the heads of the bio-science and medical teams on the task
force, Dr Perry and Dr Blumenthal. Dr Perry went first - " We've all
heard by now about DNA, especially with the prevalence in the news
about its use as evidence in murder trials. To use a simple analogy,
DNA is the software of life, it programs everything about us, what
we'll look like, our intelligence, and every other quality that makes
every living organism in this universe unique in itself. In looking at
all the medical records of Alex previous to the abduction, we find
that there are numerous traits that are identical, such as skin,hair,
and eye pigmentation, allergies, blood type, dental patterns and even
fingerprints. As you know from basic biology, every human embryo
starts out female, and only later in pregnancy does the penis form on
the fetus, and that most basic outward characteristics in male and
female children are basically the same until puberty, when genetic and
chromasomal programs in the body induce all the obvious changes. If
you were to inhibit testerone production in a male child before
puberty, the child would lack the genetic instructions which would
develop adult male characteristics, and would develop as an adult
female by default. The inverse would not happen to a female child. It
appears in Alex's case that after removing the penis, all the body's
design instructions were removed, kept on artificial life support, and
had any Y chromosomes and other male traits in the DNA removed, then
returned in a default, which would be female, condition. When the
aliens instructed their medical computers to return the DNA to the
body, all the traits were returned and restore the body to a
functioning condition, it was with all the genetics that were
inherited, but minus the Y chomosomes which would instruct the body to
become male."  
Dr Blumenthal theorized on the medical procedures used. "When Alex
recalled the braces and the body suit, I believe that the aliens used
this to keep the body in a basic form due to the softening of the
skeleton. Remember, they had tested this by pulling the toe backwards,
to check for rigidity. It would appear that most of the calcium in the
bones was removed in some way to do this. When the calcium was
returned, it was put in a matrix which the DNA instructed it to,
giving the body a wider hip and pelvic region, smaller hands and feet,
no adam's apple, smaller facial features, and a loss of about 2 inches
in height. All the muscles and tendons were rerouted and resized of
course to match the new bone structure, and the body fat was
redistributed. We also believe that the aliens developed a method to
speed up the process, being that Alex's hair had grown more than 16
inches in 2 months. What was amazing was the ability to grow the
necessary organ, the uterus and ovaries, to complete the change. We
have made strides in regeneration of skin for burn victims, and we
have made great strides in our research on the cloning of organs,
which would be of great benefit to heart and cancer patients. Imagine
being able to grow your own replacement heart or liver, without having
to wait for a compatible donor or running any risk of rejection. They
were able to take samples of Alex's tissues, and grow an entire new
organ to be transplanted into her body."
" All our examinations of her show that there was nothing immediate
done on the brain or nervous system, but the female traits are
progressing, and the male traits are in regression. She is no longer
able to simultaneously perform dexterity drills while conversing,
which she could do when she first arrived, her facial expressions and
movements and speech have also developed quickly into a feminine mode.
The mathematical and logical portions of her brain have regressed,
while the intuitive side is now dominating. All the testing has
indicated that the brain functions and hemispherical relationships are
those of a woman, while her memories and life experiences are those of
a man. Her prospective of her memories is adapting to a female point
of view, and as Dr Levin explained before, her acceptance of her new
condition is growing daily, and in a short time it will feel totally
natural to her."
Gorman concluded the meeting and asked Dr Levin and Greer to stay.
"Julie, I want you to fly back to Nellis tonight, and tell Alex that
she can leave the base tomorrow. There's no reason to keep her there
any longer, and word from the C.O. there is that the personnel are
circulating some pretty wild rumors. Charlie will give you all the
documents you need and fill you in on all the instructions. Have a
safe trip and I'll see you next week."
Greer handed Dr Levin a manila envelope from his briefcase and she
examined its contents. Driver license, credit cards, bank account,
social security, birth certificate, and a wholly created credit
history, tax returns, high school and college records, medical
history, family doctor, the works, all provided courtesy of the
witness protection program. Greer gave Julie instructions on what to
tell Alex. " There's been some questions asked about Alex's
disappearance by some reporters and we've gotten some calls about this
at the bureau office out in L.A. We've been able to come up with a
pretty good cover story on this, and we got lucky on a few things to
match it up. We found out for real that Alex had worked on a
screenplay with a college buddy back in New York about the life of the
Boss of the biggest Mafia family in the country. His college buddy,
Anthony Palumbo, had grown up in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn,
and they hung around the old neighborhood getting to know all the
Gumbars so that they could get the right dialog and flavor for the
movie. After the movie came out, the characters and most of the
incidents in the movie came a little too close to the truth, and the
Dandy Don and a lot of the Capos and consiglieres and the like got
totally pissed, and Alex and Anthony got some threatening calls,
especially when the FBI started putting pressure on the mob and the US
attorney was calling for indictments on some of the incidents that
really happened. We dont think they were really going to whack them,
but our official line is that our investigation believes that Dell was
murdered as a warning to Palumbo. After all, its been 21 years and we
still dont know where Jimmy Hoffa is. Our explaination for picking her
up from the LAPD is that she had his ID and credit cards on her and
the FBI believed that she had information on the disappearance and was
put into witness protection. I want you to remind Alex that if she
should tell anybody the real story, we can add to her file that she
became delusional because of the stress of the case, and has a history
of making up wild stories, and bring up her career as a topless dancer
and the porno films she made. Everything she needs to resume a normal
life has been provided for her, and life will stay normal as long as
she denies any stories about aliens and UFO's. If that doesnt convince
her, then remind her if she goes public with this, that the Mafia
might want to come and chat with her about her conversations with the
FBI"
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Close Encounters of the 4th kind repost pts 9-12
From: kmburns@starone.com (Kevin)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:46:45 GMT

	Dr Levin gazed reflectively out the window of her plane at the
Virginia countryside below as it took off from Dulles Airport,
reflecting on the most intriguing patient she had ever known in her
brilliant career. She had developed many new techniques in the
psycological field, and had just published a second best-selling book
prior to being appointed by the President to psychoanalyze a very
unique patient for an undisclosed Task Force for The National Security
Agency department of the White House. But Alex had been more unique
than in her unusual manner of being transgendered, there was a
powerful magnetism to her that Dr Levin had found on a few occasions
to be impossible to resist. This was her first patient that she could
not detach herself from emotionally and professionally, and she wanted
so much to see her again after she was released from the base in
Nevada. Julie remembered the first time she introduced herself to
Alex, and feeling again that electric feeling she got when she first
saw those flashing brilliant green eyes, the beautiful long brown hair
which looked like it was cared for professionally, the perfectly
proportioned face and body, and most of all the seductive smile she
had shown her. She had spent extra time with Alex, talking to her like
a big sister late into the night, holding her when she was afraid or
needed a shoulder to cry on, and watching her grow daily into
psychological womanhood. She had given Alex some fashion and etiquette
advice, and remembered the feeling she got when she showed her how to
french braid her hair when it got hot out, the feel of that beautiful
soft hair which most women spent a fortune to try to get but never
did. It was one of these times when Julie was brushing Alex's hair
when it happened, when Julie's hands had lingered for just a second
too long on Alex's shoulders, when Alex reached up with both hands to
hold Julie's, pulled her hands closer and turned her head back and
looked at Julie with those green eyes looking at her seductively
through half closed lids, and saw the passion in Julie's eyes which
she couldnt hide from Alex. She couldnt resist when Alex reached over
to gently run her hand along her face, and then drew up to her in the
most passionate kiss she had ever felt. She felt chills all down her
back and moaned involuntarily and made a soft protest, but Alex knew
she had her. "You're beautiful too, Julie you don't look anywhere near
38" she whispered into her ear. Alex arched her back and tilted her
head as she opened her nightgown, exposing the perfect breasts which
stood from her chest with just the right firmness without looking
fake. Julie ran her hands over Alex's breasts almost without thinking,
as she felt her blouse being unbuttoned, and felt Alex's delicate
fingers undoing her bra and running gently across her nipples. Julie
was losing all control by then, as Alex removed both their tops, and
leaned Julie back and kissed her lips, neck, and nipples, with Julie
coming to her first orgasm as she felt Alex's soft hair running along
her body. Alex kissed her along her stomach, working her way down and
running her nails lightly up her thighs, as she effortlessly removed
Julie's skirt and panties, and kissed around her thighs and pelvis,
finally running her tongue along her pussy lips and tickling her
clitoris until Julie almost passed out with her second, more powerful
orgasm. She came down from that with a totally relaxed and peaceful
feeling she had never been able to get through any relaxation
techniques, and her and Alex gently kissed and touched each other as
they fell asleep together in a soft embrace. 
Julie came back to reality on the plane as she found herself
involuntarily running her hands along her arms and legs. She thought
of other things to go over with Alex before letting her go, all the
details of the paperwork on her new identity, and when she picked up
her luggage and rental car at the airport in Las Vegas, she headed not
to Nellis Air Force Base, but to the Luxor Casino to make reservations
for 2 rooms, and then to one of the best stores in town to buy going
away presents for that patient that she found it impossible to see in
an entirely professional manner.
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	At that same time, 200 miles away driving home from Los Angeles on the
10 freeway was Mike Mendoza, excited about the results his chemist
friend at UCLA had found on the shoes that he had worn that morning
when he found Alex's car in the desert. The sand and soil still in
tiny portions in his shoes had shown evidence of being heated to a
degree to change the sand into glass, and radioactive particles were
still in there also, being inconsistent with the surrounding soil in
the region, and no nuclear waste dumps were in the area. He finally
knew for himself at least that he was not hallucinating about the
lights he had occasionally seen in the desert at night, or the fading
of the paint on the Porsche he had found, and knew that the story
concocted by the FBI was a cover-up, and that maybe that wild story
that had caused a brief sensation about 
that topless dancer who claimed to be the new and altered version of
missing writer Alex Dell might not be so wild after all. He was going
to take this lab report with the shoes and call the reporter who had
caused him so many problems on the job and in his daily life when he
had claimed that very unusual and unnatural signs were found at the
spot Dell had disappeared. The reporter had used his name in the
story, and Mike knew that from that point on, any hope of promotion
within the ranks of the Highway Patrol had evaporated. Mike had seen
on a news magazine show that the reporter was going to write a book
about this case, and he figured that if he provided that reporter with
the evidence, then maybe something big would break, and the bad mark
on his personnel file would go away.
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	Carl Barry had just hung up the phone after one of his leads in the
Dell missing persons case had informed him of some lab results on some
shoes. He typed the notes of the conversation on his computer at his
desk in the reporters pool at the weekly news magazine WorldWeek, and
then looked at the file containing a pair of photo's. The first one
was of a very handsome dark haired man with green eyes and a flashing
smile. His good looks matched those of any popular hunk on the cover
of People magazine, but he had chosen to make his name in Hollywood as
a screenwriter. The picture was taken at the Chandler Pavilion after
co-winning an Oscar for best screenplay for the movie "Cushines" about
Mafia life in South Brooklyn. The second picture opposite was of a
stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and green eyes and a
feminine version of that same flashing smile on the screenwriter. She
was dressed only in a string bikini top and a g-string, and had posed
seductively in an arched back stance with one hand in her hair and
another on her hip. This picture was taken from a promotion shot for a
popular "Gentleman's Club" in Santa Monica. The man and woman looked
to a casual observer like they were brother and sister, probably
twins. Carl had played around with some morphing sofware and had found
that all the pics between the two had morphed seamlessly. He only
wished that the book he was writing about these images in the two
pictures would meld together as easily. He was almost finished with
the research and interviews, and a movie deal was being negotiated
even before the book went into print. It was a huge risk that would
most likely ruin his credibility as a journalist if it failed, but
would make him a media superstar if the book was believable enough to
overcome the sansationalism. A friend in the Los Angeles FBI office
had tipped him off about an explanation that would be offered in a
press conference in the case when and if the book became a
best-seller, but Carl had figured that with the prevalant attitude of
the American public toward the government and their skeptasism of
explanations offered by the authorities, that his agent could use that
in his favor with well publicized claims of a government cover-up. He
had the testimony of a California Highway Patrol officer and an LAPD
homicide detective, along with interviews with everyone he could find
who knew both of the people in these pictures. He knew that mysterious
stories like this could sell big if it was well researched, written,
and convincing in its content. He looked over at the TV screen in the
room imagining himself in the chair opposite Larry King, and was close
to convinced himself that something had happened during an alien
abduction which had transformed the handsome writer on the left of his
screen into the beautiful dancer on the right. 
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	FREE AT LAST!!! Alex had almost gotten to the point where she didnt
think they were ever going to let her off that damn base, and now she
was enjoying the ride in the empty desert from Nellis Air Force Base
into Las Vegas. She was so overjoyed at her freedom that she had
gotten over the anger she had felt when Dr Julie Levin had told her
that she couldnt see the transcripts of the hypnosis sessions. Alex
had accused Dr Levin of using her as a guinea pig and fucking around
with her mind. How was she ever going to know how all this had
happened to Her? She needed to know for herself that she wasnt just
some crazy woman who had finally flipped and imagined herself to be a
reincarnation of a missing writer? Alex had noticed Dr Levin's eyes
starting to get moist and teary and then Julie whispering that as Dr
Levin her therapist she couldnt tell her anything, but as her friend
and confidant Julie Levin she could manage to recall the important
details of the abduction, they just had to do it away from the base,
and Julie had promised her that she would get the opportunity to tell
her when they got to Vegas, and that she had planned a big weekend for
the both of them. She opened her purse and looked again at the driver
license which had been issued to her with the last name lengthened to
Delahanty, which she remembered was her grandfather's last name in
Ireland, who had shortened it to Dell when he came to America to throw
off any British investigators who might follow him to America to
arrest him for IRA activities. She laughed at the irony of a changed
identity which had come full circle, and breathed deeply the night
desert air coming in the window, and unfastened a few buttons on her
blouse enough to show her cleavage and the top of her bra and felt the
air cool her off. She looked at Julie and saw her starting to shift a
little in the drivers seat and run her fingernails along the steering
wheel lightly, and noticed that her breasts heaved slightly. Julie
found her excitement growing as they approached the outskirts of Las
Vegas, and recalled to herself that the last time she had felt this
way was when she had fallen head over heels in love in college with an
Italian guy she was convinced she would marry, but her mother had
constantly found fault with him and the relationship eventually fell
apart. Ever since then it seemed that her mother was trying to fix her
up with every Jewish professional from Boston to Miami, but with none
of them had excited her and she had made excuses to her mother about
concentrating on her career. Julie knew that she wasnt a lesbian and
would hopefully find a man to excite her, but Alex's beauty,
intelligence,humor, and magnetism were so overwhelming her that she
felt like she was falling deeply in love with Alex. Her psychology
studies had taught her that women could feel a deep love for each
other and even experiment sexually and still be heterosexual. But for
this weekend at least, she would treat herself to 3 days of joy and
ecstacy and companionship she had missed for so long with the
beautiful result of experiments those alien medical scientists had
done to the person in the passenger seat of her car.
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	The binders containing the case of Alex Dell, National Security Case
File Subject 42987, were put on the table in the conference room with
the remaining members who were left after the support teams, and
non-government consultants such as Dr Levin, were no longer needed and
released from the Task Force. They had a good idea what had happened,
but the "why" of it had required quite a few heated discussions over
theories, most which were dismissed after they could not follow a
logical path or reason. The theory they finally compromised on was
that the alien craft was a research vessel, since Alex had not
recalled any weoponry or security measures on the ship, and the craft
was alone, ruling out any military or scouting missions. The aliens
didnt seem to be doing any genetic research, since they apparently had
extensive knowledge of human DNA already. Alex's recall of the
specimen dishes she had seen and what had appeared to be incubators
with human fetuses indicated that they were looking to create or
replicate human beings either for use on other worlds or on Earth
itself, possibly a creation of a new and improved race of humans. Many
scientists had speculated in the past that Darwin's missing link was
humanity itself, engineered by a superior race from the primitive
neanderthals which were theorized to have evolved from apes. But why
didnt the aliens abduct a human already female? The reason may have
been that the aliens had chosen males from another race to introduce
to our evolutionary process, and that in the long run that our males,
if changed to females, would be able to produce children from the
union of the two races. A curious result had come from tests done on
the eggs that the doctors on the medical team had taken from Alex
during gynecological examinations. Her eggs were mixed with sperm
cells to see if she was capable of reproduction, which she was, but
100 percent of the embryos produced was female. None of the "Y"
chomosome sperm which would eventually produce a male would be
accepted by the egg to produce the cell multiplication which was the
first stage of pregnancy after fertilization of the egg. The
scientists guessed that Alex may have been a preliminary experiment
which would manifest itself on the human race in about 200 years, a
short time in the evolutionary process, if we didnt end up killing
ourselves first. The report concluded that no imminent primary threat
existed to national security which would justify any further pursuit
of this case which would require funding approval at the Cabinet
level. Ted Gorman signed off on the report which removed the case from
National Security jurisdiction, and turned jurisdiction over to
Charlie Greer, the assistant director of the FBI. " It's all yours
Charlie, but I'd do something about leaks coming out of Justice and
getting to members of the press. This case in itself probably doesnt
present any big problem, but if the American people start thinking
that we're covering up some big alien plot to kidnap all the boys and
turn them into girls, or that we even took some story like that
seriously, the whole bunch of us from the President on down are going
to look like a bunch of clueless assholes"
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	Most of the detectives in the LAPD Homicide division wondered if Lt
Bob Griffin was getting overly horny after his divorce two years ago,
because they had seen him many times in the past months after the Dell
case hanging out in just about every topless joint in Southern
California. Griffin had been spending his off duty time canvassing the
clubs whose owners had given him tips on cases when he worked in
narcotics, and he was particularly interested in any information they
had on a beautiful dancer called Alex. She had been one of the biggest
favorites of the patrons, and the other girls recalled her as being
personally friendly but quiet, and didnt talk about her private life
very much, which wasnt uncommon among the girls who danced in these
clubs. She had told anybody who asked that she had come out to L.A
from Long Island, and that she needed the money to live on until she
finished school and got her degree. She usually changed the subject
when anybody asked about her life back east, and the girls figured she
was running away from something. As a detective who had to deal with
facts that would hold up in court, he still treated this case as a
possible murder, and was looking to see if the girl he was asking
questions about knew anything about who may have committed that
murder. But he still couldnt get over the matching of fingerprints
between her and the victim, and that she looked enough like him to be
his sister, but a check on the victims records showed he had two
brothers but no sisters, and the strange questions asked by that
persistent news magazine reporter. Finally he remembered one more
person he wanted to question about this case, the highway patrolman he
had finally located, and he slipped a dollar into the g-string of the
girl dancing over him, winked at her and left the club to see officer
Mike Mendoza of the California Highway Patrol.
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	Alex checked into her room at the Luxor Casino in Las Vegas, the new
casino at the bottom end of the Strip that was built like an Egyptian
pyramid, those mysterious pyramids that a the book "Chariots of the
Gods" had been built by extra-terrestrials. She wondered if Julie had
picked this casino for that reason or this was just another irony in
her new life. On the in the room were a bouquet of beautiful roses,
and some presents that she opened that were all from Julie. The big
box contained a gorgeous strapless blue formal dinner gown, a matching
purse and four inch pumps, and small boxes containing silver
bracelets, diamond earrings, and a blue choker with a large pearl on
it. Alex put the roses in the vase as Julie entered the room to remind
her of the appointment they had with a high class beauty shop. Alex
kissed her and thanked her for the gifts as they left for the shop.
The make-over artists at the shop were the best in town, and Julie
watched in admiration as the cosmetics people went to work on Alex's
face. Alex had entered the shop looking like a pretty co-ed, her lips
were painted to bring out their fullness, and her already stunning
green eyes had become exotic under the professional hands of these
artists. The hairdressers then washed and set her hair in curlers, and
when it dried they brushed her hair to one side and tied it together,
leaving a huge beautiful mass of curly brown hair cascading down over
her shoulder and over her breast. The artists also went to work on
Julie, whose long thick black hair and cat-like dark brown eyes were
brought to their full glamour, which made many people mistake her for
Fran Drescher, and the hairdressers had piled her hair high on her
head, and Julie gave them her best Jewish Princess voice, much to the
amusement of the staff. The two women returned to the hotel to dress
for dinner, and as Alex put on the gown which fit her perfectly, with
the bare shoulders and the choker and the other accessories, she
looked in the mirror and wanted to stay there forever to gaze at the
image. While she had felt attractive before, for the first time she
felt the joy of being truly as glamorous as any movie star. The feel
of the satin fabric and the smell of the expensive perfume completed
the rush, and she smiled at the equally glamorous Julie, and as the
two left for dinner, Alex warmed at the anticipation of returning the
favor to her, with a long night of passion pent up from six months of
confinement at the Air Force Base.
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*******  SIGHTINGS - SHOW 10/12/96 - LEAD SEGMENT *****
		"EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL SEX CHANGE?"

NARRATION: On the night of Sunday, June 30, 1995, screenwriter Alex
Dell left Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas 	in his black Porsche coupe to
drive back to his home in Bel Air. Dell was last seen at this
convenience store in Barstow, California to purchase a cup of  coffee
and use the restroom. Although no witnesses reported anything unusual
in the parking lot of the store, police believe it was possible that
he may have been carjacked or otherwise met with foul play. On Monday
morning July 1, Dell's car was discovered almost 1/4 mile off of
California highway 58 by Patrolman Michael Mendoza of CHP. A search of
the entire High Desert area between Barstow and Edwards Air Force Base
to the west was conducted for Alex Dell with no success. Although
police suspect that Dell most likely was a victim of a carjacking,
officials admit that they are baffled as to why a carjacker would
abandon an expensive sports car in the middle of the desert. Official
reports obtained by reporter Carl Barry of WorldWeek magazine reported
the car to be in perfect running condition and could find no signs of
malfunction that would prompt a car thief to abandon the car in the
middle of nowhere. Was it a carjacking? Or was Dell abducted for other
reasons by someone other than car thieves? No trace of Dell was found
until March of 1996 when an exotic dancer was arrested by Los Angeles
Police in the San Fernando Valley after she was stopped for a speeding
violation and Dell's credit cards, an altered license with Dell's
number and other items traced to Dell were found in the woman's
possesion. Lt Robert Griffin of the LAPD homicide division questioned
the woman who could not provide any identification and according to
police, refuse to give her name. According to sources who would not
give their name, the woman's fingerprints were checked with law
enforcement computers nationwide, and they matched perfectly to Alex
Dell's. Court transcipts of the arraignment re: California vs.
unidentified female suspect reveal that the woman pleaded not guilty
and that the public defender and the assistant D.A. had recommended
that the woman be held for psychiatric and narcotics evaluation until
a competency hearing could be held. Lt Griffin was going to interview
the woman at the hospital regarding the case when he was told by the
hospital staff that men identifying themselves as FBI agents had taken
the woman into their custody. Neither the woman nor Alex Dell has been
seen since. Rumors persist that she is being held at the Air Force
base in Nevada that contains the infamous "Area 51" that is off limits
to all but classified military personnel that the Air Force denies
exists. Carl Barry's book titled " Night of the Morphus" is making the
incredible claim that Alex Dell and the mysterious go-go dancer found
with his identification are one and the same, a result of alien
medical experimention.Did aliens conduct a sex change on Alex Dell?
When Sightings returns, we will have an exclusive interview with Carl
Barry and you will hear the some of the fascinating evidence he
provides in his book.
[ > GO TO COMMERCIAL<]
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  	Alex was enjoying the show at the casino with Tony Bennett as
the feature act, unaware of the TV show in production that would air
soon and the book about to be released that would cause her to be a
sensational story worldwide. She and Julie were being seranaded by
Tony Bennett as the spotlight shined on their table while he sang
"Rags to Riches" in a slower, more romantic version. Alex could feel
Julie's hand gently caressing her thigh under the table. The whole
experience of having an icon singing to her and the glamorous feel of
the clothes put Alex on a high that she never wanted to end. Her
female mind and thought processes were completed now, and her soul was
almost to the point of complete femininity. She was turning the corner
where she would not feel any self-conciousness, and to her own point
of no return where she would not be able to comprehend being anything
but a woman. When Alex and Julie returned to their room after the
show, they changed into their lingerie, Julie in a deep red satin one
piece, and Alex in a powder blue lace bra and panties, they poured
some wine and reminisced on the evening as the mood slowly wrapped
them. Julie noticed that this time Alex was much different from before
in her lovemaking six months ago, as her masculine aggressiveness  had
totally regressed. They were co-equals in their lovemaking now, and
both their orgasms had come in a smoother and more spontaneous way. As
they lay in a gentle embrace quietly whispering to each other, Julie
heard Alex for the first time express her growing desire to have a
baby.
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Close Encounters of the 4th kind repost pts 13-16
From: kmburns@starone.com (Kevin)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:54:37 GMT

	In a bar in the High Desert town of Hesperia, the bartender noticed a
stocky man about 45 years old with an air of authority about him. The
man looked at the clock more than the football game on TV and looked
at the door every time it opened. His intuition told him this guy had
to be a cop. He wondered if maybe a he was waiting for an informant on
a drug case. He was finally met by a tall muscular latino man about 10
years his junior. The two exchanged greetings and took a booth in a
quiet corner of the tavern. He had seen the latino and remembered he
was a cop with the highway patrol named Mendez or Mendoza, he didnt
remember exactly. The man was indeed Mike Mendoza and he had arranged
to meet Bob Griffin of the LAPD in this place. Both of the cops had
suffered damage to their careers over the Dell case. Mendoza for
talking to reporters about the strange evidence at the disappearance
site and Griffin for the run-in with the gay rights activists over the
investigation of Dell's gay lover. 

Mendoza looked over his shoulder briefly and showed Griffin the lab
report on the shoes, and pulled some slips of paper out of his pocket
and handed them to the detective. "These are some short notes I took
at the scene, before I took the video of the scene. I had stuck them
in my pocket for the report later, but I never got to finish the
report. This huge black guy, Greer I think his name was, took what
evidence I had and told me this was now FBI business. They went to my
house and turned the place upside down looking for any pictures or
tapes I had. I thought all I had left of it was these notes. But one
day I was out there at the scene and I thought of the shoes I wore
that day. After a few days I got this nasty rash on my feet and the
doctor told me to throw the shoes out, but I tossed them in a bag and
put them in the tool shed. Had an old friend at UCLA check them out,
and he found traces of radiation, and the soil had been superheated
somehow."

Griffin in turn showed Mendoza some filched copies of the arrest
report of the girl he had arrested and the printouts of the
fingerprint search. He shared his notes on the case with Mendoza that
he had kept privately since the case began. " I still dont know if I
believe in UFO's or anything like that Mike, but damn, I searched
everything I could and I still cant find any history on that girl.
Never had anything like that. And another thing, I dont buy that
official story about a carjacking. Thieves wouldnt leave a Porsch out
in the desert unless it broke down, and according to the buzz going
around CHP, the car was fine. Was it?"
"Started fine" Mendoza replied. "Had half a tank of gas still in it,
no signs of struggle, no blood or anything, but the paint on the hood
and roof were faded, like it had been sitting in the sun for a year. I
dont buy the carjack story either. I've seen lots of broken down junks
abandoned out here, but never a 2 year old Porsche." 
"So what do you think" asked Griffin.
"Well, I never ruled out that UFOs exist, and I've seen some strange
things out in the desert at night that I never put in a report, and
they sure as hell werent planes flying out of Edwards." 
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 			Alex leaned back and relaxed in the tub in her new condo in
Manhattan Beach, which the government had gotten for her after they
had quietly bought the house in Bel Air from her and taken the bank
accounts as "evidence" and put it in a trust in a different bank under
her new last name, after taxes of course. Her arms and legs ached from
unpacking boxes and moving furniture, which was much harder now that
she no longer had a man's strength. Julie did go downtown to hire a
few illegals to help her with the heavier furniture, but she still had
done enough that the warm water of the bath was soaking into her
muscles, relieving the ache. She flicked her finger lightly over her
nipple and amused herself by watching it rise, and cupped her hand
under her breast and jiggled it a little to watch the ripple. After
the bath had relaxed her enough, she towled off and wrapped the towel
around her wet hair into a turban. She then went into her dresser to
pick a bathing suit out that she was in the mood to wear. She settled
on a white one-piece, split in the front almost to the navel, and
french cut around the bottom, and the top tied at the back of her
neck, leaving her entire back exposed. She rubbed some suntscreen on
her baby soft skin and went to the patio to catch the rays of the late
afternoon California sun. 

 Alex was feeling the warmth of the sun on her and the clinging feel
of the lycra bathing suit when she thought she heard the doorbell
ring. Turning down the radio she went to the front door, where she was
greeted by the oldest of the Mexican workers she had hired. She felt a
momentary unease that women feel when greeted by a relative stranger,
and now that she was a woman she had to guard against the possibility
of rape. But the old Mexican did not have the same lusting smiles his
younger compadres did before. His tired eyes met hers in a serious
expression.
"Senorita, I know of an old man who can help you, he can tell you
everything, he told me to come out here to find you and tell you."
Alex was taken aback."Who? What are you talking about?"
"In Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation, there is an old man there who
knows them, his name is Sam Wind, but the Navajos there call him
"Speaks to the lights". The spacemen talk to him when he goes out to
pray, I know him a long time, he gives me a place to stay, and he told
me the spacemen are ready for him to tell you now about why they took
you and changed you. Sam told me to find a beautiful woman with green
eyes the spacemen had made from a man." 
Alex stood in momentary shock that this old stranger might know about
her, and if her life hadnt taken such strange turns as it was, she
would have taken him for a crazy rapist, and called the police. But he
was so persuasive, and his eyes so sincere, that she went back to get
a 20 dollar bill and gave it to the old Mexican with a quiet thank
you.
"Gracias Senorita, he says he saw you in his visions, and you are as
beautiful as he said you would be. Thank you for the money. My wife
and I will feast tonight. Adios!"
Alex wondered if this old man's story was true, but as she was
wondering, she found a road atlas from the bookshelf, put on a
sweatshirt over a pair on spandex leggings, packed a bag and threw it
in back of the new Camaro she had just bought, and got a few hours
sleep. In the early morning, she left  a message for Julie back in New
York and began the long drive hoping the old Navajo in Arizona really
existed.
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 	Alex drove along the long empty highway that ran along the
Kaibab Plateau east of the Grand Canyon, tired by the long drive from
L.A. but still driven by her hope that she would find the old Navajo
named Sam Wind that she had been told about. Her intuition told her
that this man really did talk to aliens, and that he would tell her
the reasons for what the aliens had done to her. She spotted a small
gathering of houses in the distance and when she reached it, saw the
small stucco house with the old Ford pickup parked outside. She felt
nervous as she pulled the car up to the house and apprehensively
knocked on the door. After about a minute, the door opened and an
Indian woman in her 60's answered the door.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Sam Wind, does he live here?" Alex asked.
The woman turned and shouted into the living room, " Sam! Somebody
here to see you."
A man in his 70's came up to the door wearing jeans and a flannel
shirt, and his long white hair was braided Indian-style. His wrinkled
face broke into a warm smile as he saw Alex in the door.
" Hi, my name is Alex Delahanty and a friend of yours told me you
could help me. Are you the one they call 'Speaks to the Lights' ? " 
"Come on in, young lady, you look tired. Sit down and the missus will
fix us some coffee." Sam replied. "We dont see many pretty girls like
you around here much, although Lanie here was a beauty when she was
your age too, lucky to get her." 
After they had coffee, Sam and Alex drove a few mile to a high
windblown spot overlooking the desert floor. "This is where I've come
to think ever since I was a boy. That's when I met them, I was about
12 or 13, and since then they call me in my dreams when they want to
talk."
" The aliens?" Alex asked.
" Yup, always come when they say too. I wish people could stick to
their word like they do. Would have made life easier for the Red Man.
Anyway, they saved my ass a few times in World War II when I was in
the Signal Corps. Always told me when the Germans were gonna pay us a
visit. Some of the guys in the unit wondered if I was spying for
Hitler, cause I always oiled my guns and looked for a good spot to
hunker down. The Captain would joke with me about when the Krauts were
coming, but the unit always got ready after I had my dreams."
" The man in California who said he was your friend said you saw me in
a dream too. Was that true? What did you see."
" They came to see me one night here, like they do sometimes, and they
told me they had taken a man onto their ship, and did a test operation
to make him into the woman you see in the mirror."
"Test operation?" Alex asked " What did they mean by test operation?"
" You are the first of others that will be changed. Many other men,
who have the right age, the right mind and soul, and are healthy will
be taken by them to become women, as you did."
"Why, what is their plan?"
" It's not their plan, they are only doing as they are told. It's
about balance in the universe. Look up to the Sun, what do you see on
the other side of it?"
Alex looked up " It's impossible to even look at the sun, let alone
see on the other side of it."
" That's right" Sam said " On the other side, always on the other side
but in the same orbital path, is a world just like ours with people
just like us too, but they think differently than we do. They don't
learn technology as fast as we do, but they learn their lessons in
life that we never seem to. They are much more spiritual." 
"What does that have to do with me?" Alex asked
The old Navajo looked in the distance and all was quiet except for the
steady wind. " In the not too distant future, Man will go out into
Space to explore. It won't be long before the other world is found.
When that time comes, both worlds will have to be ready. We must
advance our culture to meet our technology, and they need the means to
learn the technology to meet ours, to keep both worlds in balance. The
way to do that is to bring some of our children into their world, and
some of theirs into ours, so that the balance of culture and
technology will balance in the two worlds."
"For some reason, in their world the men outnumber the women, so they
need more women too make the numbers even. In our world, although
women slightly outnumber the men, the numbers are very close now,
almost even, and with the new drugs and medical procedures, plus fewer
wars that kill men. More boys were always born because they died in
the wars, for one thing. But the plan is to balance the numbers here
by changing enough of the men into women to even the numbers, in a
manner gradual enough not to cause a panic or for us to take
countermeasures against it. They can now breed children from the new
women by mixing the eggs from ours with the sperm from theirs, and the
children will be raised on their world, and they will bring in the
natural technology know-how from our side. They will have some of the
children from their world introduced here, so that we can grow to meet
our technology culturally and spiritually. Since they can't spare any
of their women, and there arent enough here, you were made into a
woman to bear the children for the balance. When you meet a man with
the other world's blood, you will fall in love with him and have the
children needed. Buy lots of pink baby clothes, because this world
will need the women for their men, and the aliens fixed it so that you
would have daughters." 
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	Alex was barely aware of the road and the traffic as she took the
drive across the interstate back to Los Angeles. She was lost in the
amazing thoughts from the conversation she had with the old Navajo. As
she drove along the 10 freeway from Cucamonga towards L.A. She thought
of how man's technology had grown in mercurically in the 20th century,
yet many of our thoughts and customs had not really changed that much
since the Middle Ages. She thought of the other planet that paralleled
the Earth's orbit, always at the opposite side of the sun, always out
of our sight. She thought of Sam Wind, and how he could understand how
a culture with advanced technology such as ours would pose a danger to
one less advanced. Alex philosophied that whatever will be will be,
but sometimes you got to make a few changes along the way. As she got
closer to her home, She felt an inner peace, the last she would feel
in months, unaware of a television show that had just aired, and a
book that would be released in a few days.
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	Carl Barry waited just off the set, waiting for his turn to be
interviewed on Larry King Live, an interview to promote his book which
was climbing up the bestseller list. "Sightings" had given the book
the initial boost, and the tour of the daytime talk circuit had
brought him into the top 20 on the NY Times bestseller list. "Unsolved
Mysteries" producers had contacted him for a segment on their show.
His agent was in negotiations with Hollywood over the movie rights.
Oliver Stone had become interested after the agent played a tape from
an anonymous caller warning that the FBI was working on a cover-up and
a campaign to discredit him. Barry didn't care though, because if the
government took the time to discredit his story, the public would
wonder what it was they were hiding.
	As the show finished, Barry left the CNN studio to celebrate his
recent success, and ideas flashed through his mind on what his next
project would be. He was in a cocky frame of mind and felt that this
story would settle the question of "Are We Alone?". He was going to
ride the wave of this story to the top, and if some toes were stepped
on he really didn't give a shit.
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	A couple in their fifties watched the show from their home in Long
Island with a mixture of pain and hope. George Dell went off the wall,
and attempted to call the studios to castigate the writer for pissing
on his son's grave. How dare that son-of-a-bitch try to make a buck
off Alex's misfortune with some bullshit story about how some little
green men from outer space had turned his boy into a woman! George had
been frustrated that the police hadn't found Alex's body and that his
murderer would get away with it. He just wished that his body would be
found so that the Dell family could finally put it behind them.

	Maria Dell's reaction was quite different. She had been in
consultation with a psychic in a little shop on Sunrise Highway, who
had told her that she couldn't contact Alex's spirit because he was
still alive. The psychic had told her that forces had changed him in a
way that she wouldn't recognize, but that eventually events would take
place in which she would be able to find Alex. The day after the show,
Maria went to a bookstore and saw the book on display in the
bestseller section, with the unmistakable image of her son on one side
of the cover, and a beautiful woman on the other side who looked like
she could have been the daughter that Maria had always wanted. She
bought a copy, and read it when George wasn't around. About halfway
through the book, Maria had become convinced enough to hire a
detective agency to locate the woman on the cover of the book.
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	Charlie Greer was working late in his office in the FBI complex in
Virginia, going through reports on terrorist groups that his
department was monitoring. He was glad to be going back to this kind
of work, something real he could understand and try to stop. Greer was
a little annoyed that he had been pulled off this project to work on
the Dell case. While it had made for some fascinating stories he could
tell his closest associates, it wasn't going to be the feather in his
cap that would take him to the top and become the first
African-American Director of the FBI. That would make Ol'  J. Edgar
roll in his grave, Greer chuckled to himself. 
	Greer was just finishing up his work for that night, but as he
answered the phone his face turned sour as the caller told him to turn
on the TV in his office to CNN. Anytime he got a call like that, he
knew he would be in for a long night.
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	Bob Griffin watched the show and rushed to the nearest mall to buy the
book that Carl Barry had hawked on the show. Griffin had talked to
Barry a few times over the phone and met with him once regarding the
case, but he had still believed at the time of the conversations with
Barry that this was still a missing person's case. Griffin flipped
through the pages of the book frantically, and when he found the
passages naming him personally, he got a pit in his stomach. He knew
that this would go all the way up to the LAPD chief, and as he tried
to think of a defense in his mind, he knew that the Department had
become extremely publicity shy in the wake of the Rodney King and OJ
Simpson cases. Griffin spent a sleepless night knowing that he would
be lucky if the Chief let him off with early retirement.
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	Mike Mendoza had expected the summons from his barracks captain after
seeing the show. He knew what it was going to be about and knew that
he would not be going on patrol tonight. He had been warned previously
that any discussion of  the Dell case would result in a suspension and
a hearing for possible dismissal. As Mendoza turned in his badge and
gun, he went home with an obsession to get to the bottom of this case,
if for no other reason to clear his name. He had gotten to the point
where he had little to lose.
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	One person who found his name mentioned in the book repeatedly felt
not dread but exhilharation. David Krager had been one of the last
people to have seen Alex Dell alive. Carl Barry had interviewed him
extensively about Alex's private life, and as Alex's lover he knew
that he would be enough of a player in the story to get exposure on
the news and on talk shows. He knew that in this day and age of media
saturation, he could parlay his 15 minutes of fame into offers for
acting jobs. He jumped for joy when he found messages on his answering
maching from talk show producers. His surfer boy looks and gay
lifestyle added to the hype of the story and he was going to mine it
for all it was worth.
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	Anthony Palumbo was fending off the calls from friends and associates
in Hollywood about the Larry King interview with Carl Barry and the
book. Alex had been his friend since college and he felt torn about
the publicity it was generating. Alex's mother usually called him once
a week to find out if he knew anything further about the case. After
fielding a few calls from reporters, he got a call from a private
detective who wanted to fly out the next day to find out if he could
help Alex's mother to locate the woman that Alex had supposedly
become.
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	Julie Levin had been enjoying dinner in Manhattan when she glanced at
her beeper and saw the number from Virginia on the display. She went
to her car to return the call from Charlie Greer that nearly melted
the phone. Julie assured Greer that she had never discussed the case
with anyone and that as far as she knew, nobody knew of her
involvement. Charlie was annoyed that a hairdresser in Las Vegas had
remembered Alex and Julie from their weekend together there and called
the press about it. Greer reminded Julie that she had better stick
with the cover story if she didn't want any future trouble with the
IRS. Julie called her secretary to cancel all her appointments until
further notice and made arrangements to fly to L.A. to help Alex
through the weeks to come.
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	The subject of the Larry King interview and the bestselling book was
in her condo trying to relax after a hectic day at her job as a
bartender in a nightclub. She hoped that her joking manner with the
patrons and her co-workers would convince them that it was just a
coincidence that the woman on the cover of the book had the same name
as her and looked exactly like her. Alex was hoping that this would
pass and that she would be able to live some kind of normal life as a
woman. She had taken an interest in a guitar player and lead singer in
the band that played at the club named Eric. She had just detected a
mutual interest from him and was trying to figure out a way to lure
him into her bed. He had an easygoing manner in him that separated him
from other men she encountered, and she noticed when he wore tight
outfits on stage that he was well endowed. Alex spent her nights in
bed fantasizing about a sensual relationship with a man as a woman for
the first time. In the few porn videos she had made, she had only done
some lesbian scenes and given a few blowjobs to the men in the tapes,
she didn't want to lose her virginity as a woman that way, and talked
the producers of the tapes into just letting her take a few facials
instead. Alex had felt love at first sight with Eric and she hoped
that he would be the one that would father the children that the old
Indian prophet had predicted. Tears came to her eyes as she worried
that if this book became a big deal that Eric would not want to fall
in love with a woman who had not been born a woman, even if she was
now fully genetically female in every conceivable way. 
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	Carl Barry had just finished another interview on his book promotion
tour, this time on the Howard Stern radio show in New York. He knew
going in that the interview wasn't going to be serious, and he wasn't
disappointed. Howard asked the usual questions about if Alex's breasts
were real and if Alex was a homosexual as a man if she was a lesbian
now. Howard pumped him with questions about where he could find her,
and Barry knew Howard badly wanted to have her, wherever she was, on
his show. Carl was now heading up 6th Avenue on his way to Times
Square to do a promotion bit on "Geraldo", and his editor from the
magazine had called him at his hotel to show his displeasure that as a
respected news weekly they didn't want one of their reporters sullying
their reputation with tabloid shows. Carl was beyond caring about that
by now, and the Stern and Geraldo appearances would be more national
exposure and add to the big money now pouring into his bank account.
He had played loose with a few facts in his book to make it more
sensational, and now he was beginning to make some claims on the talk
show circuit that were outright lies. Barry had stopped caring about
the truth too, because he knew that "responsible" journalists didn't
usually become rich ones.
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	As Maria Dell boarded the plane at Kennedy Airport that would take her
out to Los Angeles, she clutched a rosary in her purse and said a
silent novena. It wasn't flying that was making her apprehensive, but
the confusion she felt. She wanted desparately for Alex to be alive
somewhere, but if her son was now a woman, how would the rest of the
family react? Would they believe it was Alex if it was true? Nothing
in any experience would prepare her for that. Her husband and two
other sons didn't take it too well when the revelations came out in
public that Alex had been gay. Would they think that Alex had faked
his death so that his family wouldn't know he had a sex change
operation and that this was all a clever cover? Maria's psychic had
told her to go out to California and she would know the truth. Even
though the church considered psychics to be unholy, she had the
strange faith in both psychics and the Catholic Church that many
Italian women had. She remembered that when she was pregnant with
Alex, she had prayed that this one would be a girl. Funny how after 27
years here prayer might be answered. Maria thought that St Jude sure
did have a strange sense of humor.
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	In the FBI offices in Virginia, Charlie Greer was not having a good
day. In between denying any knowledge of the Dell case to the press,
the Director of the FBI had called him on the carpet. Too many people
had seen him out at the scene of the UFO landing and at the Highway
Patrol and LAPD offices and leaks had gone out to the press that he
was investigating the incident for the FBI. Now he had to get the US
Attorney's office in L.A. to cooperate with him on a cover story. He
had talked a mob informant into testifying that he had murdered Dell
because the Mafia thought he had informed the Feds about instances in
the movie he and Anthony Palumbo had written had actually happened.
The US Attorney's office wasnt too happy to give a sweet immunity deal
to a hitman for a murder that he didnt commit and never happened. The
attorney and Charlie Greer staked their reputations and careers on the
hope that they would get away with suborning perjury because no
Congressman wanted to look silly by investigating a coverup of a UFO
sex change operation.
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 	Two police officers 100 miles apart were feeling the reprisals
for their involvement with the case. In L.A. , Bob Griffin was advised
by his superiors that if he still wanted a pension after 25 years on
the force that he should announce his retirement effective
immediately. In Barstow, Mike Mendoza got off relatively easier than
he thought he would. The disciplinary hearing board had notified him
that he was to be put on medical disability leave indefinately due to
"Stress". Better than getting fired outright, Mendoza thought, but he
knew he would probably never wear the uniform of a police officer
again. The Medical leave decision was just to give him something left
to lose in order to keep him quiet.
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	Sometimes in life bad days can have good results. An example would be
to have your car break down and have it towed to a garage but while
you're there waiting for repairs you meet the love of your life.
Another would be to find out you really do have friends when calamity
strikes. Things like that.

Alex was having one of those bad days. Some patrons at the club she
tended bar at recognized her picture from the book and the talk shows
that Carl Barry had appeared on. It wasn't long before the press had
gotten her address and phone number and despite her repeated denials
of having anything to do with the story or that it ever happened, were
beseiging her with calls and hanging out in front of here home to get
an interview. Some even came into the club and were bothering her with
mikes and cameras at the bar. At this point the patrons couldnt get
anything to drink and the bouncers ordered them out of the bar. When
closing time came, many reporters were still waiting outside near
Alex's car. 

Alex was wondering how she was going to get by the wolves in the press
when she heard the gentle voice offer her a ride home. Eric, the man
she had fallen for at first sight, told her she could ride in the
band's truck and that the loading of the equipment would give her the
cover she needed. It also gave her the opportunity she had wanted to
lure Eric to her bed. 

The wine had relaxed Alex enough for her to play her seduction game
with Eric, who was more than willing to take the cue. As she looked in
his eyes and moved closer to him on the couch, he reached behind her
neck and pulled her to him and kissed her. Alex felt a surge of energy
down her spine as she experienced her first kiss with a man as a
woman. Her breasts swelled and she felt a warm wetness in her pussy
even before he had touched her there. She moaned softly as she asked
him to please spend the night with her.

Alex lit some candles and put in some romantic music in the stereo as
she prepared the bed for them. She watched Eric undress and the
anticipation built as she stripped down to her panties and bra. She
went over to Eric and the kissed as they passionately embraced, with
Eric kissing her neck and shoulders as he pulled her straps from her
shoulders and unhooked her bra. His hands slowly massaged her breasts
and he teased the nipples until they stood like buttons. They slowly
turned and fell onto the bed as Eric moved his mouth to Alex's nipples
and ran his hand along her firm stomach. She ran her hands through his
hair as she felt her nipples tingle under his warm wet mouth sucking
on them. Eric pulled Alex's panties down and ran his fingers through
her pubic hair before finding her clitoris and teasing it with his
finger. Alex gasped and began bucking her hips up and down as she felt
her inner walls quivering, and then a release of juices as she reached
orgasm. When she came down after a minute she turned to get over him
and kissed her way down his stomach as she fondled and tickled Eric's
balls just where she knew a man wanted it most. She ran her toungue
under the head of his cock where it met the shaft and watched the head
grow a deeper red and get huge in size. She took a breath and slid the
huge head of his dick between her lips and slowly filled her mouth
with it. She started slowly up and down and picked up speed as she
heard Eric starting to pant. As his hips started to buck she felt the
first warm spurt of cum filling her mouth. She continued to pump him
as her mouth overflowed with cum and what she couldn't swallow spilled
out of her lips and down her chin in a long rivulet to her neck. 

Alex reached over for a towel to wipe herself clean and after some
more foreplay Eric began kissing her inner thighs until she felt his
toungue running up and down her pussy lips. He moved faster as Alex
began swaying her hips she began to breathlessly beg Eric to fuck her.
She slid her hips under him and guided his dick to her pussy and felt
the first sensation losing her cherry. She felt him fill her inside as
his dick squeezed into her, and built up to another orgasm which made
his dick move faster and easier inside her. After another minute of
ever faster thrusting, she felt Eric's cum jetting inside of her and
was awed at the sensations she had never experienced before. 

Alex and Eric slowly came down from their sexual high and talked
gently and made some small silly jokes with each other as they fell
asleep in the bed. Alex fell asleep knowing for the first time in her
life, as a man or woman, she had felt a surge of love she hoped would
last forever.
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