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 The Vulvoid Transform - Aftermath 1

   By Lisa James ljchange@hotmail.com

   Findings of the latest strain of t-cell virus X-chromosome 783 by Doctor
of Genetics J.M.  Contact

   A man with binoculars.  That is how it began: with a man standing by the
side of the road, on a crest overlooking the Genetech labs, on a winter
night.  Lieutenant Roger Shawn must have found the binoculars difficult. 
The metal would be cold, and he would be clumsy in his fur parka and heavy
gloves.  His breath, hissing out into the moonlit air, would have fogged
the lenses.  He would be forced to wipe them frequently, using a stubby
gloved finger.  He could not have known the futility of this action. 
Binoculars were worthless to see into the lab establishment and uncover its
secrets.  Though cumbersome, the binoculars would at least feel comfortable
and familiar in his hands.  It would be one of the last familiar sensations
he would feel as a man.

   We can imagine, and try to reconstruct, what happened from that point
on. Lieutenant Shawn swept over the labs slowly and methodically.  He could
see it was a large complex, with dozens of buildings of various
construction, set out along a main central road.  It was very quiet: no
lights, no activity, no sound carried by the gentle wind.

   He shifted his attention from the lab complex to the surrounding hills.
They were low, dusty, and blunted, with scrubby vegetation and an
occasional withered yucca tree crusted in snow.  Beyond the hills were more
hills, and then the flat expanse of the desert, trackless and vast.

   Lieutenant Shawn found himself shivering in the wind.  It was February,
the coldest month, and it was after ten.  He walked back up the road toward
the black Ford Transit van, opened the rear doors and climbed into the
back, shutting the doors behind him.

   He was enveloped in deep-red light: a night light, so that he would not
be blinded when he stepped outside.  In the red light the banks of
recording instruments and electronics glowed greenly.

   Private Lewis Crane, the electronics technician, was there, also wearing
a parka.  He was hunched over a map, looking at plans of the Genetech labs
spread on top.

   Shawn asked Crane if he were certain they had arrived at the place, and
Crane confirmed that they had.  Both men were tired: they had driven all
day from Central City, to this place under orders to find out and report
back what has happened here.  Neither new much about Genetech or what their
research was about, except that DNA experiments happened here.  Shawn and
Crane had the job of finding anyone alive and retrieving samples if
possible since contact with Gentech ceased over a week ago.

   Crane tapped the map with a pencil in a nervous way and announced the
name of the nearest town, Stamshaw.  Population fifty six; both men laughed
over that, though they were both inwardly concerned.  An agent from Russia
and another sent to investigate his disappearance had also not reported in.
After a short time the government became involved and sent this low key
investigation under cover of darkness.  Shawn climbed back down from the
van, with Crane scrambling after him, shivering as the cold air struck him.
Together, the two men walked towards the entrance to Genetech, the barbed
wire gates open and swinging in the breeze.  And then Shawn noticed the
bodies.  Girls bodies.  In the light of the full moon he could see them,
naked except for a pair of panties.  Crane said he didn't understand.  As a
joke, he added,"Maybe they were naturalists" .  Shawn lit a cigarette,
cupping his hands around the lighter, protecting the flame from the wind.
He said nothing, but looked around at the buildings inside the complex,
apart from the near naked girls bodies there was no other sign of life,
looking around scanning with his binoculars he could see no signs of life
or movement either in the farthest buildings.  At Length, he lowered his
binoculars and dropped his cigarette onto the crisp snow, were it sputtered
and died.  He turned to Crane and Said, " we'd better go and have a closer
look at these girls and see what happened to them".  Cranes eyes lit up as
he tried to conceal his eagerness to come close to this pitiful site of
these beautiful naked women.  On closer inspection to their horror the
bodies had been laid out and were in a state of decomposition.  A few of
them they could see had bullet entry holes, further along was a few men
lying naked again shot the nature of their deaths quite obvious.  "lets go
look around the town" "whoever did this has clearly fled the scene, we
could be onto a mass murder case".

   Government Interventions HQ

   Three hundred miles away, in the large, square windowless room that
served as operations centre for Government investigations, Lieutenant Edgar
Comroe sat with his feet on the desk and a stack of scientific-Journal
articles before him.  Comroe was serving as control officer for the night;
it was a duty he filled once a month, directing the evening operations of
the skeleton crew of twelve.  Tonight, the crew was monitoring the progress
and reports of the van coded Caper one, now making its way across the
desert.  Comroe disliked this job.  The room was grey and lighted with
fluorescent lights; the tone was sparsely utilitarian and comroe found it
unpleasant.  He never came to mission control except during an
investigation, when the atmosphere was different.  Then the room was filled
with busy officers, each at work on a single part of the investigation,
each tense with a peculiar cold anticipation that they were about to remove
or eliminate another threat to society.  But nights were dull.  Nothing
ever happened at night.  Comroe took advantage of the time and used it to
catch up on reading.  By profession he was a pathologist, psychologist and
criminal psychologist with a special interest in criminal psychoses and
autopsy to name but a few.  Tonight, Comroe was reviewing a journal article
titled "Stoichiometrics of Oxygen-carrying Capacity and Diffusion Gradients
with Arterial Gas Tensions".  In order to understand cardiology.  He found
it slow reading, and only moderately interesting.  Thus he was willing to
be interrupted when the overhead loudspeaker, which carried the voice
transmissions from the van of Shawn and Crane, clicked on.  Shawn said,
"this is Caper One to Victor Delta.  Caper One to Victor Delta.  Are you
reading.  Over." Comroe, feeling amused, replied that he was indeed
reading. "We are about to enter the town of Stamshaw and investigate
further.  Over." "Very good Caper One.  Leave your radio open." "Roger"
This was a regulation of the investigation technique, as outlined in the
rules manual on investigations of this nature, where no one has reported
back alive from previous sorties.  The manual was a grey paperback that sat
at one corner of Comroe's desk, where he could refer to it easily.  Comroe
knew that conversation between van and base was taped, and later became
part of the permanent investigation file, but had never understood any good
reason for this.  In fact, it had always seemed to him a straightforward
proposition: the van went out, got the information, and the troops went in.

He shrugged and returned to his paper on Gas tensions, only half
listening to Shawn's voice as it said, "we are now inside the town.  We
have just passed a gas station and a motel.  All quiet here.  There is no
sign of life.  The Movement sensors are not picking up movements about the
town.  There is a church half a block ahead.  There are no lights or

activity of any kind." Comroe put his journal down.  The strained quality
of Shawn's voice was unmistakable.  Normally Comroe would have been amused
at the thought of two grown men made jittery by entering a small, sleepy
desert town.  But he knew Shawn personally, and he knew that Shawn,
whatever other virtues he might have, utterly lacked an imagination.  Shawn
could fall asleep in a horror movie.  He was that kind of man.  Comroe
began to listen.  Over the crackling static, he heard the rumbling of the
van engine.  And he heard the two men in the van talking quietly.  Shawn.
"Pretty quiet around here." Crane: "Yes sir." There was a pause.  Crane:
"Sir?" Shawn.  "Yes?" Crane: "Did you see that?" Shawn: "See what?" Crane:
"Back there, on the sidewalk.  It looks like a body, a girls body." Shawn:
"You're imagining things." Another pause, and then Comroe heard the van
come to a halt, brakes squealing.  Shawn: "Jesus" Crane: "It's another one,
sir." Shawn: "Looks dead."
Crane: "Shall I-"
Shawn: "No stay in the van."
His voice became louder, more formal as he ran through the call.  "This

is Caper One to Victor Delta.  Over." Comroe picked up the microphone. 
"Reading you.  What's happened?" Shawn his voice tight, said.  "sir we see
naked men and women.  They are not totally naked, they are wearing girls
panties, There are lots of them.  The men appear to be immobile and.... 
The panties are moving!  They are beating like hearts between their legs!
Oh my god!  I just saw one of the men change!  He just grew breasts.  He is
screaming, grabbing the breasts and the panties between his legs!  What the
fuck!" "Are you certain, Caper One?" "For Christ's sake," Shawn said.  "Of
course were certain." Comroe said mildly, "Proceed to take live sample,
Caper One." As he did so, he looked around the room.  The twelve other men
in the skeleton crew were staring at him, their eyes blank, unseeing.  They
were listening to the transmission.  The van rumbled into life again. 
Comroe swung his feet off the desk and punched the red "Security" button on
his console.  The button automatically isolated the control room.  No one
would be allowed in or out without Comroe's permission.  Then he picked up
the telephone and said, "Get me Major Manchek.  M-A-N-C-H-E-C-K.  This is a
stat call.  I'll Hold." Mancheck was the chief duty officer for the month,
the man directly responsible for all Genetech activities during February.
While he waited, he cradled the phone in his shoulder and lit a cigarette.
Over the loudspeaker, Shawn could be heard to say, "Do they look Female now
to you, Crane?" Crane: "Yes sir.  Kind of Male, but Female." Shawn:
"Somehow they don't really look Female.  There's something missing. 
Something funny...But they're all over.  Must be dozens of them." Crane:
"Like they were fleeing and then stopped in their tracks.  Stumbled and
fell down to change." Shawn: "All over the streets, on sidewalks..."
Another silence, then Crane: "Sir!" Shawn: "Jesus." Crane: "You see him? 
The Man in the white robe, walking across the street-" Shawn: "I see him."
Crane: "He's just stepping over them like-"
Shawn: "He's coming toward us."
Crane: "Sir, look , I think we should get out of here, if you don't mind
my-"
The next sound was the van doors opening, a voice unfamiliar in the
distance yelling something inaudible like a warning.  A kind of Hissing
noise as if someone was spraying an aerosol around, a muffled scream, and a
crunching noise.  Transmission ended at this point, and Mission Control was

not able to raise the two men again.

   CRISIS

   Physics was the first of the natural sciences to become fully modern and
highly mathematical.  Chemistry followed in the wake of physics, but
biology, the retarded child, lagged far behind.  Even in the time of Newton
and Galileo, men knew more about the moon and other heavenly bodies than
they did about their own.  It was not until the late 1940's that the
situation changed.  The postwar period ushered in a new era of biologic
research, spurred by the discovery of antibiotics.  Suddenly there was both
enthusiasm and money for biology, and a torrent of discoveries poured
fourth: tranquilizers, steroid hormones, imunochemistry, the genetic code.
By 1953 the first kidney was transplanted and by 1958 the first
birth-control pills were tested.  It was not long before biology was the
fastest-growing field in all science; it was doubling its knowledge every
ten years.  Farsighted researchers talked seriously of changing genes,
controlling evolution, regulating the mind-ideas that had been wild
speculation ten years before.
And yet there had never been a biologic crisis.  The Vulvoid Panties

provided the first.  According to experts in the study of Crisis, All
crisis are made by man, who enter into the crisis with their own
prejudices, propensities, and predisposition's.  A crisis is the sum of
intuition and blind spots, a blend of facts noted and facts ignored.  Yet
underlying the uniqueness of each crisis is a disturbing sameness.  A
characteristic of all crisis is their predictability, in retrospect.  They
seem to have a certain inevitability, they seem predestined.  This is not
true of all crisis, but it is true of sufficiently many to make the most
hardened Historian cynical and misanthropic.  In the light of these
arguments, it is interesting to consider the background and personalities
involved in the Vulvoid Panties.  At the time of Vulvoid, there had never
been a crisis of biological science, and the first people involved now
faced with the facts were not disposed to think in terms of one.  Shawn and
Crane were capable but not thoughtful men, and Edga Comroe, the night
officer at mission control, though a Scientist, was not prepared to
consider anything beyond the immediate irritation of a quiet evening ruined
by an inexplicable problem.  According to protocol, Comroe called his
superior officer, Major Arthur Manchek, and here the story takes a
different turn.  For Manchek was both prepared and disposed to consider a
crisis of the most major proportions.

   But he was not prepared to acknowledge it.

   Major Mancheck, his face still creased with sleep, sat on the edge of
Comroe's desk and listened to the replay of the tape from the van.  When it
was finished, he said, "Strangest damned thing I ever heard," and played it
over again.  While he did so, he carefully filled his pipe with tobacco,
lit it, and tamped it down, Inwardly he knew what was happening.  Aurther
Mancheck was a bio engineer, a quiet heavyset man plagued by labile
hypertension, which threatened to end further promotions as an Army
Officer. He had been advised on many occasions to lose weight, but had been
unable to do so.  He was therefore considering abandoning the Army for a
career as a scientist in private industry, where people did not care what
your weight or blood pressure was.  Manchek had come to Genetech from
Wright Patterson in Ohio, where he had been in charge of experiments in
virus modification techniques and genetic mutation research.  His job had
been to develop an organism that could reduce the capacity of an army to
fight and convert them into subservient beings that were easy to control.
Manchek had succeeded in developing three new organisms that were
promising; the x-virus, vulvoid panties and Mammobellum, his success led to
a promotion and transfer to Genetech.  Here he did administrative work and
hated it.  His work was continued by a Doctor who managed to merge all
three organisms into one horrific lifeform that could transform a man into
a girl in a little over an hour.  People bored Manchek; the mechanics of
manipulation and the vagaries of subordinate personality held no
fascination for him.  He often wished he were back at the biologic warfare
labs.  Particularly on nights when he was called out of bed by some
damnfool problem.  Tonight he felt irritable, and under stress.  His
reaction to this was characteristic: he became slow.  He moved slowly, he
thought slowly, he proceeded with a dull and plodding deliberation.  It was
the secret of his success.  Whenever people around him became excited,
Manchek seemed to grow more disinterested, until he appeared about to fall
asleep.  It was a trick he had for remaining totally objective and clear
headed.  Now he sighed and puffed on his pipe as the tape spun out for the
second time.  "No communication breakdown, I take it?" Comroe shook his
head.  "We checked all systems at this end.  We are still monitoring the
frequency." He turned on the radio, and hissing static filled the room. 
"After the transmission ended, we got nothing but the static you here now.
We put it through the audio screen, to see if the computer could pick up a
pattern." "then we cut in the computer.  Like so." He punched a button on
his keyboard, the sound became quieter, more regular, with a pattern of
beating, thumping, murmuring and sighing.  "I see," Manchek said.  He had
in fact, already identified the pattern and assessed its meaning.  His mind
was drifting elsewhere, considering other possibilities, wider
ramifications.  He new that his vulvoid creation was loose, the sound that
he was hearing was the two investigators now fully transformed and
masturbating frantically at the orders of their breast brains in order to
feed the vulvoid panties.  He also new that soon they would be raping their
hosts and inseminating them, fertilising the ripening eggs in their newly
formed ovaries to create more and more hungry vulvoid panties.  Yet he was
not prepared to divulge what he new, already a plan of action forming in
his mind to cover up this trail of professional misconduct.  "All right,"
Mancheck said.  His pipe went out.  He sucked on it for a moment, then lit
it again, removed it from his mouth, and plucked a bit of tobacco from his
tongue.  "We need evidence," He said, almost to himself.  He was
considering categories of evidence, and possible findings,
contingencies.... "Evidence of what?" Comroe said.  Mancheck Ignored the
question.  "Have we got a reconnaissance plane on the base?" "I'm not sure,
sir.  If we don't we can get one from Edwards." "Then do it." Mancheck
stood up.  He had made his decision and now he felt tired again.  An
evening of telephone calls faced him, an evening of irritable officials
questions and puzzled voices at the other end.  "We'll want a flyby over
that town," he said.  "And a complete scan.  All records to come directly.
Alert the labs." He also ordered Comroe to bring in the technicians,
especially Jaggers.  Mancheck disliked Jaggers, who was effete and
precocious.  But Mancheck also new that Jaggers was good, and tonight he
needed a good man.

   At 11:07 p.m.  Samual "Gunner" Wilson was moving at 645 miles per hour
over the Mojave Desert.  Up ahead in the moonlight, he saw the twin lead
jets, their afterburners glowing angrily in the night sky.  The planes had
a heavy, pregnant look: phosphorus bombs were slung beneath the wings and
belly.  Wilson's plane was different, irregular shaped and black.  A
stealth fighter fully equipped for reconnaissance and intelligence
gathering flights.  It was fitted with two side slung digital camera's, one
for the visible spectrum, and one for low-frequency radiation.  In addition
it had a centre-mount infrared mutispex camera as well as the usual
electronic and radio detection gear.  All information of course processed
automatically in the air, encoded and transmitted in real time to the
observation centre.  Where it would be decoded and analysed.  All this
technology made the stealth fighter almost impossibly sensitive.  It could
map the outlines of a city in blackout, and could follow movements of
individuals, their cars and even their pets at thirty thousand feet.  It
could detect a submarine to a depth of two thousand feet.  It could locate
harbour mines by wave motion deformities and it could obtain a precise
photograph of a factory from the residual heat of the building many hours
after shutdown.  So the stealth fighter was the ideal instrument to fly
over Stamshaw, in the dead of night.

   Wilson carefully checked his instruments, his hands fluttering over the
controls, touching each button and lever, watching the blinking green
crystal display.  All systems were in order.  His earphones crackled.  The
lead plane said lazily, "Coming up on the town, Gunner.  You see it?" He
leaned forward in the cramped cockpit.  He was low, only five hundred feet
above ground, and for a moment he could see nothing but a blur of sand,
snow, and yucca trees.  Then up ahead, buildings in the moonlight.  "Roger.
I See It." "Okay, Gunner.  Give us room." He dropped back, putting half a
mile between himself and the other two planes.  They were going into the
P-square formation, for direct visualisation of target by phosphorus flare.
Direct visualisation was not really necessary; Stealth planes could
function without it.  But Genetech seemed insistant that they gather all
possible information about the town.  The lead planes spread, moving wide
until they were parallel to the main street of the town.  "Gunner?  Ready
to roll?" Wilson placed his fingers delicately over the camera buttons. 
Four fingers: as if playing the piano.  "Ready." "We're going in now." The
two planes swooped low, dipping gracefully toward the town.  They were now
very wide and seemingly inches above the ground as they began to release
the bombs.  As each struck the ground, a blazing white-hot sphere went up,
bathing the town in an unearthly, glaring light and reflecting off the
metal underbellies of the planes.  The jets climbed, their run finished,
but Gunner did not see them.  His entire attention, his mind and his body,
was focused on the town.  "All yours Gunner." Wilson did not answer.  He
dropped his nose, cracked down his flaps, and felt a shudder as the plane
sank sickeningly, like a stone, toward the ground.  Below him, the area
around the town was lighted for hundreds of yards in every direction.  He
pressed the camera buttons and felt, rather than heard, the electronic
switching on of the cameras.  For a long moment he continued to fall, and
then he shoved the stick forward, and the plane seemed to catch in the air,
to grab, and lift and climb.  He had a fleeting glimpse of the main street.
He saw people, naked people everywhere, all females spread-eagled, lying in
the streets, across cars....  Clutching at their crotches.  "Jesus," he
said.  And then he was up, still climbing, bringing the plane around in a
slow arc, preparing for the descent into his second run and trying not to
think of what he had seen.  One of the first rules of air reconnaissance
was "ignore the scenery"; analysis and evaluation were not the job of the
pilot.  That was left to the experts, and pilots who forgot this, who
became too interested in what they were photographing, got into trouble,
usually they crashed.  As the plane came down into a flat second run, he
tried not to look at the ground.  But he did, and again saw the girls.  The
phosphorous flares were burning low, the lighting was darker, more sinister
and subdued.  But the naked girls were still there: he had not been
imagining it.  "Jesus," he said again.  "Sweet Jesus."

   The sign on the door said DATA PROSSEX EPSILON, and underneath, in red
lettering, ADMISSION BY CLEARANCE CARD ONLY.  Inside was a comfortable sort
of briefing room: screen on one wall, a dozen steel-tubing and leather
chairs facing it, and a projector hanging from the ceiling.  When Manchek
and Comroe entered the room, Jaggers was already waiting for them, standing
at the front of the room by the screen.  Jaggers was a short man with a
springy step and an eager, rather hopeful face.  Though not well liked on
the base, he was nonetheless the acknowledged master of reconnaissance
interpretation.  He had the sort of mind that delighted in small and
puzzling details, and was well suited to his job.  Jaggers rubbed his hands
as Manckek and Comroe sat down.  "Well then," he said.  "Might as well get
right into it.  I think we have something to interest you tonight." He
nodded to the operator huddled over a laptop at the back of the room,
"first picture." The room lights darkened.  There was the sound of frantic
tapping on a keypad and the screen lighted to show an aerial view of a
small desert town.  "This in an unusual shot," Jaggers said.  "From our
files.  Taken about two months ago from Spartacus 12, our recon satellite.
Orbiting at an altitude of One hundred and eighty-seven miles, as you know.
The technical quality here is quite good.  Can't read the licence plates on
the cars at this resolution but were working on it.  Manchek shifted in his
chair, but said nothing.  "You can see the town here," Jaggers said. 
"Stamshaw, (Arizona/Ohio your call) Population forty-eight, and not much to
look at, even from One hundred and eighty-seven miles.  Here's the general
store; the gas station-notice how clearly you can read ESSO- and the post
office; the motel.  Everything else you see is private residences.  Church
over here.  Well: next picture." Another flicker.  This was dark, with a
reddish tint, and was clearly an overview of the town in white and dark
red. The outlines of the buildings were very dark.  "We begin here with the
stealth IR images.  These are infrared images, as you know, which produce a
picture on the basis of heat instead of light.  Anything warm appears white
on the picture; anything cold is black.  Now then.  You can see here that
the buildings are dark-they are colder than the ground.  As night comes on,
the buildings give up their heat more rapidly." "What are those white
spots?" Comroe said.  There were forty or fifty white areas on the image.
"Those," Jaggers said, "are people.  Some inside houses, some in the
street. By count, they number fifty.  In the case of some of them, such as
this one here, you can make out the four limbs and head clearly.  This
person is lying flat.  In the street." He opened a gum wrapper and inserted
the gum into his mouth, discarding the paper onto the floor and pointed to
a white rectangle.  "As nearly as we can tell, this is an automobile. 
Notice it's got a bright spot at one end.  This means the motor is still
running, still generating heat." "The van," Comroe said.  Manchek nodded.
"The question now arises," Jaggers said, "are all these people alive or
dead?  Using the spectra scope the bodies are indeed at normal if only a
little colder than normal body temperature of 98.4 F they are very much
alive, if not chilled by the cold.  Some are hypothermic but appear to have
a very hot spot around their pubic areas.  This could be the reason none
have appeared to freeze to death being naked in the cold.  Yes all of the
subjects are naked except for one item of apparel which I will show you a
close up off in a minute." "Two of the people counted you can see are
sitting in this car here." "Our Men," Comroe said.  "and the third?" "The
third is rather puzzling.  You see him here, apparently standing or lying
curled in the street.  Observe that he is quite dark, and therefore not
giving up much heat.  He is the only one fully clothed.  The third image
flickered onto the screen.  Manchek frowned at the spot.  "its moved."
"Exactly.  This film was made on the second passage.  The spot has moved
approximately twenty yards.  Next picture." A fourth film.  "Moved again!"
"Yes.  An additional five or ten yards." "so one person down there is not
immobilised like all the others." "That," Jaggers said, "is the presumptive
conclusion" Manchek Cleared his throat.  "Does that mean it's what you
think?" "yes sir.  That is what we think." "There's a man down there,
walking among the immobilised people?" Jaggers shrugged and tapped the
screen.  "It is difficult to account for the data in any other manner,
and-" At that moment, the operator on the laptop announced, "Sir we have
processed the images of the direct visualisation by P-square." "Run them,"
Manchek said.  A moment later, Lieutenant Wilson was ushered into the room.
Jaggers said, "I haven't reviewed these images yet.  Perhaps the pilot
should narrate." Manchek nodded and looked at wilson, who got up and walked
to the front of the room, wiping his hands nervously on his pants.  He
stood alongside the screen and faced his audience, beginning in a flat
monotone: "Sir, my flybys were made between 11:08 and 11:13 p.m.  this
evening.  There were two, a start from the east and a return from the west,
done at an average speed of two hundred and fourteen miles per hour, at a
median altitude by corrected altimeter of eight hundred feet and an-"
"Just a minute, son," Manchek said, raising his hand.  "This isn't a

grilling.  Just tell it naturally." Wilson nodded and swallowed.  The room
lights went down and the projector emitted its beam.  The screen showed the
town bathed in glaring white light as the plane came down over it.  "This
is my first pass," Wilson said.  "East to West, at 11:08 ninety-six
Megahertz imaging.  As you can see, my altitude is falling rapidly. 
Straight ahead is the main street of the target..." He stopped.  The girls
were clearly visible, breasts jutting out prominently, flat pubic areas
covered by light blue panties.  And the van stopped in the street, it's
lights glowing dimly against the brightness of the flares.  As the plane
continued its run, approaching the van, they could see the driver and that
the driver was definitely female.  Breasts being the fist thing any man
notices to determine sex.  "Excellent definition," Jaggers said.  "That
high speed imager really gives resolution when you need-" "Wilson," Manchek
said, "was telling us about his run." "Yes sir," Wilson said, clearing his
throat.  He stared at the screen.  "At this time I am right over the
target, where I observed the females you see here.  My estimate at that
time was seventy five, sir." His voice was quiet and tense.  There was a
break in the recording and some numbers, then the image came back on again.
"Now I am coming back for my second run," Wilson Said.  "The flares are
already burning low but you can see-" "Stop the film," Manchek said.  The
laptop operator froze the image at a single frame.  It showed the long,
straight main street of the town, and the naked girls.  Apparently
clutching at their panties that they all seemed to be wearing.  Manchek
knew what these were.  "Go Back." The film was run backward, the jet
seeming to pull away from the street.  "There Stop it now." The frame was
frozen.  Manchek got up and walked close to the screen, peering off to one
side.  "Look at this," he said pointing to a figure.  It was a man in knee
length white robes, standing and looking at the plane.  He was a man in his
thirties or forties, with a withered face.  His eyes were wide.  "What do
you make of this?" Manchek said to Jaggers.  Jaggers moved close.  He
frowned.  "Run it forward a bit." The film advanced.  They could clearly
see the man turn his head, roll his eyes, following the plane as it passed
over him.  "Now backward," Jaggers said.  The film was run back.  Jaggers
smiled bleakly.  "The man looks very much a man to me sir." "Yes," Manchek
said crisply.  "He certainly does." And with that, he walked out of the
room.  As he left, he paused and announced that he was declaring a state of
emergency; that everyone on the base was confined to quarters until further
notice; that there would be no outside calls or communication; and that
what they had seen in this room was confidential.  Outside in the hallway,
he headed for Mission Control.  Comroe followed him.  "I want you to call
General Wheeler," Manchek said.  "Tell him I have declared an SOE without
proper authorisation, and to ask him to come down immediately." Technically
no one but the commander had the right to declare a state of emergency. 
Comroe said, "Wouldn't you rather tell him yourself?" "I've got other
things to do," Manchek said.  It seemed to him that a man had somehow
escaped his fate or was somehow immune to the vulvoid panty transform. 
With someone loose like that it could ruin everything he had planned.



   ALERT

   ALERT

   When Arthur Manchek Stepped into the small soundproofed booth and sat
down before the telephone, he knew exactly what he was going to do-but he
was not very sure why he was doing it.  As one of the senior Genetech
officers, he had received a briefing nearly a year before on Project Alpha
Labs Two.  It had been given, Manchek remembered, by a short little man
with a dry, precise way of speaking.  He was a university professor and he
had outlined the project.  Manchek had forgotten the details, except that
there was a laboratory somewhere, and a team of five scientists who could
be alerted to man the laboratory.  The function of the team was
investigation of possible contagion of new life forms introduced via
genetic research and experimentation on earth.  Manchek had not been told
who the five men were; he knew only that a special Defence Department
secure line existed for calling them out.  In order to access the line, one
had to dial the binary of some number.  He reached into his pocket and
withdrew his wallet, then fumbled for a moment until he found the card he
had been given by the professor: IN CASE OF FIRE Notify Division 24
Emergencies Only

   He stared at the card and wondered what exactly would happen if he
dialled the binary of 24.  He tried to imagine the sequence of events: who
would he talk to?  Would someone call him back?  Would there be an enquiry,
a referral to a higher authority?  He rubbed his eyes and stared at the
card, and finally he shrugged.  One way or the other he would find out.  He
tore a sheet of paper from the pad in front of him, next to the telephone,
and wrote:

   2º 2' 2² 2³ 24 25 26 27 28

   This was the basis of the binary system: base two raised to some power.
Two to the zero power was one; two to the first was two; two squared was
four; and so on.  Manchek quickly wrote another line beneath:

   20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 1 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 256

   Then he began to add up the numbers to get a total of 24.  He underlined
these numbers: 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 1 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 256 = 24



   And then he drew in the binary code.  Binary numbers were designed for
computers which utilise an On-Off, yes-no kind of language.  A
mathematician once joked that binary numbers were the way people who have
only two fingers count.  In essence, binary numbers translated normal
numbers-which require nine digits, and decimal places-to a system that
depended on only two digits, one and zero.

   20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 1 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 256 = 24 0 0 0 1 1 0 0 0
0

   Mancheck looked at the number he had just written and inserted the
dashes: 000-11-0000.  A perfectly reasonable telephone number.
Manchek picked up the telephone and dialled.  The time was exactly

twelve midnight.

   THE EARLY HOURS

   The Machinery was there.  The cables the codes, the computers had all
been waiting dormant for two years.  It only required Manchek's call to set
the machinery in motion.  When he finished dialling, he heard a series of
mechanical clicks, and then a low hum, which meant, he knew, that the call
was being fed into one of the scrambled Internet lines.  After a moment,
the humming stopped and a voice said, "This is a recording.  State your
name and your message and hang up." "Major Arthur Manchek, Genetech,
Vulvoid project.  I believe it is necessary to call up an Alpha labs two
alert.  I have confirmed visual data at this post, which has just been
closed for security reasons." As he spoke it Occurred to him that it was
all rather improbable.  Even the tape recorder would disbelieve him.  He
continued to hold the telephone in his hand, somehow expecting an answer.
But there was none, only a click as the connection was automatically
broken. The line was dead; he hung up and sighed.  It was all very
unsatisfying.  Manchek expected to be called back within a few minutes by
Washington; he expected to receive many calls in the next few hours, and so
remained at the phone.  Yet he received no calls, for he did not know that
the process he had initiated was automatic.  Once mobilised, the Alpha Labs
Alert would proceed ahead, and not be recalled for at least 12 hours. 
Within ten minutes of Manchek's call, the following message clattered
across the scrambled maximum-security cabler units of the nation.

   ********UNIT********

   TOP SECRET

   CODE FOLLOWS AS CBW 9/9/234/435/6778/90 PULG COORDINATES DELTA 8997

   MESSAGE FOLLOWS AS ALPHA LABS TWO ALERT HAS BEEN CALLED.  REPEAT ALPHA
LABS TWO ALERT HAS BEEN CALLED.  COORDINATES TO READ NASAM/AMC/NSC COMB
DEC. TIME OF COMMAND TO READ LL-59-07 ON DATE.

   FURTHER NOTATIONS AS PRESS BLACKFACE POTENTIAL DIRECTIVE 7-L2 ALERT
STATUS UNTILFURTHER NOTICE

   END MESSAGE

   **********

   DISENGAGE

   This was an automatic cable.  Everything about it, including the
announcement of a press blackout and a possible directive 7-12, was
automatic, and followed from Manchek's call.

   Five minutes later, there was a second cable which named men on the
alpha labs team:

   ********UNIT********

   TOP SECRET

   CODE FOLLOWS AS CBW 9/9/234/435/6778/900

   MESAGE FOLLOWS AS THE FOLLOWING MALE CITIZENS ARE BEING PLACED ON DEZ
KAPPA STATUS.  PREVIOUS TOP SECRET CLEARANCE HAS BEEN CONFIRMED.  THE
NAMESARE+

   MERRIL, JEREMY **81 LEAVITT, PETER **04 BARTON, CHARLES*L51
CHRISTIANSENKRIKECANCEL THIS LINE CANCEL THIS LINE CAN TO READ AS KIRKE,
CHRISTIAN *I42 HALL, MARK *L77

   ACCORD THESE MEN ZED KAPPA STATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

   END MESSAGE END MESSAGE

   In theory, this cable was also quite routine; its purpose was to name
the five members who were being given Zed Kappa status, the code for "OK"
status.  Unfortunately, however, the machine misprinted one of the names
and failed to reread the entire message.  (Normally, when one of the
printout units of a secret digital line miswrote part of a message, the
entire message was rewritten, or else it was reread by the computer to
certify its corrected form.)

   The message was then open to doubt.  In Washington and elsewhere , a
computer expert was called in to confirm the accuracy of the message, by
what is called "reverse tracing." The Washington expert expressed grave
concern about the validity of the message sice the machine was printing out
other minor mistakes, such as "L" when it meant "I".  The upshot of all
this was that the first two names on the list were accorded status, while
the rest were not, pending confirmation.

   Allison stone was tired.  At her home in the hills overlooking the
Stanford campus, she and her husband , the chairman of the Stanford
bacteriology department, had held a party for fifteen couples, and everyone
had stayed late.  Mrs.  Stone was annoyed: she had been raised in official
Washington, where one's second cup of coffee, offered pointedly without
cognac, was accepted as a signal to go home.  Unfortunately, she thought,
academics did not follow the rules.  She had served the second cup of
coffee hours ago, and everybody was still there.  Shortly before one a.m.,
the doorbell rang.  Answering it, she was surprised to see two military men
standing side by side in the night.  They seemed awkward and nervous to
her, and she assumed they were lost; people often got lost driving through
these residential areas at night.

   "May I help You?" "I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am," one said politely.
"But is this the residence of Dr.  Jeremy Stone?"

   "yes," she said, frowning slightly.  "It is."

   She looked beyond the two men, to the driveway.  A blue military sedan
was parked there.  Another man was standing by the car; he seemed to be
holding something in his hand.

   "Does that man have a gun?" she said.  "Ma'am," the man said, "we must
see Dr.Stone at once, please." It all seemed strange to her, and she found
herself frightened.  She looked across the lawn and saw a fourth man,
moving up to the house and looking in the window.  In the pale light
streaming out onto the lawn, she could distinctly see the rifle in his
hands.  "What's going on?"

   "Ma'am, we don't want to disturb your party.  Please call Dr.  Stone to
the door."

   "I don't know if-"

   "Otherwise, we will have to go get him," the man said.

   She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wait here." She stepped back and
started to close the door, but one man had already slipped into the hall.
He stood near the door, erect and very polite, with his hat in his hand. 
"I'll just wait here, ma'am," he said, and smiled at her.

   She walked back to the party, trying to show nothing to the guests. 
Everyone was still talking and laughing; the room was noisy and dense with
smoke.  She found Jeremy in a corner, in the midst of some argument about
riots.  She touched hes shoulder, and he disengaged himself from the group.

   "I know this sounds funny," she said, "but there is some kind of Army
man in the hall, and another outside, and two others with guns out on the
lawn.  They say they want to see you."

   For a moment Stone looked surprised, and then he nodded.  "I'll take
care of it," he said.  His attitude annoyed her; he seemed almost to be
expecting it.

   "Well, if you knew about this, you might have told-"

   "I didn't," he said.  "I'll explain later."

   He walked out to the hallway where, the officer was still waiting.  She
followed her husband.

   Stone said, "I Am Doctor Stone."

   "Captain Morton," the man said.  He did not offer to shake hands. 
"There's a fire, sir."

   "All right," Stone said.  He looked down at his dinner jacket.  "Do I
have time to change?"

   "I'm afraid not, sir."

   To her astonishment, Allison saw her husband nod quietly.  "all right."

   He turned to her and said, "I've got to leave." His face was blank and
expressionless, and it seemed to her like a nightmare, his face like that,
while he spoke.  She was confused, and afraid.

   "When will you be back?"

   "I'm not sure.  A week or two.  Maybe longer."

   She tried to keep her voice low, but she couldn't help it, she was
upset. "What is it?" she said.  "Are you under arrest?"

   "No," he said, with a slight smile.  "It's nothing like that.  Make my
apologies to everyone, will you?"

   "But the guns-"

   "Mrs.  Stone," the military man said, "it's our job to protect your
husband.  From now on, nothing must be allowed to happen to him."

   "That's right," Stone said.  "You see, I'm suddenly an important
person." He smiled again, an odd, crooked smile, and gave her a kiss.

   And then, almost before she new what was happening, he was walking out
the door, with Captain Morton on one side of him and the other man on the
other.  The man with the rifle wordlessly fell into place behind them; the
man by the car saluted and opened the door.

   Then the car lights came on, and the doors slammed shut, and the car
backed down the drive and drove off into the night.  She was still standing
by the door when one of her guests came up behind her and said, "Allison,
are you all right?" And she turned, and found she was able to smile and
say, "yes, it's nothing.  Jeremy had to leave.  The lab called him: another
one of his late-night experiments going wrong."

   The guest nodded and said, "Shame.  It's a delightful party."

   In The car, Stone sat back and stared at the men.  He recalled that
their faces were blank and expressionless.  He said, "What have you got for
me?"

   "Got sir?"

   "Yes dammit.  What did they give you for me?  They must have given you
something."

   "Oh yes sir."

   He was handed a slim file.  Stencilled on the brown cardboard cover was
PROJECT SUMMARY: VULVOID.  "Nothing else?" Stone said.  "No sir." Stone
sighed.  He had never heard of Project Vulvoid before; the file would have
to be read carefully.  But it was too dark in the car to read; there would
be time for that later, on the air plane.  He found himself thinking back
over the last five years, back to the rather odd symposium on Long Island,
and the rather odd little speaker from England who had , in his own way,
begun it all.

   An explanation of the need to have a secure facility for the study of
Biological Outbreaks for Weapons grade research.

   Stones transportation by plane to alpha labs two and his briefing about
Project Vulvoid.  Pathogen Synopsis.  Genetech had developed two highly
advanced and interdependent man-made organisms that had caused the Vulvoid
outbreak.  The intention of the development seemed to be based around
creation of a self-propagating weapon.  We have identified the virus and
know little of the lifeform that was responsible for the infection and
propagation, the so-called Vulvoid Panties.  Whilst appearing to be
panties, these insidious lifeforms are actually living creatures, non
sentient, and parasitic in nature.  They provide the vector for host viral
infection, as well as reproduction - using the hosts converted female
reproductive organs as a surrogate.  It appears that Genetech had developed
a specific artificial virus intended to take control of an infected host.
The virus only infected human males, and is a retro-virus that reprograms
specific sections of the infected cell.  Specifically it causes the
destruction of the host cell Y chromosome, and introduces a highly modified
X chromosome.  The process of infection also harnesses cell mechanics to
produce 2 copies of the virus, which are released into the host -
propagating infection.  The newly programmed cell invokes some dramatic
physical changes in the host, most obviously with a metamorphosis to a
modified female form.  During the change the host appears to grow breasts
that are also highly modified, being comprised of a large mass of
brain-like cells that take co-control of the host.  These new mamobellum
demonstrated sentience and separate identity from the host.

   My study will attempt to better understand the nature of the Vulvoid,
the panties and the virus.  Hopefully we will determine a means to prevent
host infection or a means of stopping host conversion.  At this stage it is
unknown whether a converted host Vulvoid Girl is able to be released from
the control of her breast brains or the Symbiotic panties.

   Phase one: understanding infection.

   Genetech was tasked with testing these on volunteers but when they could
not find anyone willing to participate and the project was faced with
closure started to use any subjects that just happened to be around.  These
were then promptly infected and studied many of the findings I am using
here.

   Unaided, the time taken normally for the virus to completely spread and
completely transform a male into a female was about two weeks, this was
however speeded up considerably by the mutations that followed with the
development of the Vulvoid Panties life-form.  The panties made it possible
to convert a host in quite literally an hour.

   The panties themselves were developed with a means of reproduction as
with any life-form: every person that was enslaved by the Vulvoid became a
sexual partner to their panties, giving birth to many more.  During
formation of female organs of the changing host it is theorised new ovaries
grow Vulvoid panty eggs.  Each of the egg sacks contains about 500 each so
every infected human being could produce 1,000 living panties offspring
over their life-span.

   I will attempt to describe now in detail the basic happenings with the
Vulvoid life-form host acquisition.  Normally a host was acquired by an
already infected Vulvoid Girl, under the control of her breasts.  It may
take the form of seduction, ambush or overt conversion strategies of
co-ordinated groups of Vulvoid girls.

   Whilst the first Vulvoid panties were no-doubt lab grown, subsequent
generations were formed within the wombs of their hosts and given birth to
vaginally.  The intended new host was normally made immobile by the Vulvoid
Girl with yet another anomaly of the host's female metamorphosis - glands
in the nipples that spray a nerve-muscle immobilising substance. 
Prospective hosts would quite literally have no option but to watch the
birth of their new panties and could not resist their placement on their
bodies.

   Upon coming into contact with a new male host, the panties follow a
certain course of action.

   1/ Formation - The panties form around the male genitals after being
placed into contact with a male body, the panties are able to migrate fast
to the pubic area using their cilla-like `elastic' edges for grip and
propulsion.  That is if touched by even a finger the panties will attach to
its new host immediately and begin migrating to the groin.  It is almost
impossible to stop this although a few were successful.  These were not
catalogued.

   The panty edges grip on into the flesh making it impossible to tear or
rip them off, the clock starts ticking.  Zero the panties are in place. 
The edges grip the host and dig into the host flesh, drawing fluid from the
host into their living fibres.  2 minutes of seeming inactivity occur then.

   2/ Build up - Now that the panties are in contact with male flesh they
start to transform in preparation for the sex change of the host.  They
flex and appear to grow a bulge between the legs of the host.  We think
that the inflation is caused by the accumulation of a jelly like substance
in the panty gusset and between the panties and the host near the penis of
the host.  Analysing the imaging data captured from Genetech it appeared
that they used imaging scanners to observe several transformations.  The
scans showed the gusset area of the panties, on the inside surface,
extruded a strange tentacle like tube that snaked its way past the hosts
balls and to the front of the panties, near the penis.  It is surmised that
this same extrusion forms the mechanism for host rape later....  The
tentacle like tube appears to grab the end of the host penis and insert
some kind of tube some distance down the shaft of the host.

   3/ Infection - After 10 minutes of engorgement and minutes after the
engagement with the host penis, the panties `deflate' pushing the
accumulated fluid within the panty gusset sacs into the host via the penis.
The violent injection causes the rupture of many of the penis' veins and
capillaries and provides the means for the entry of the fluid en-mass into
the host.  The fluid apparently is a rich soup of the virus that has been
`grown' in the panty gusset sacs.

   The panties re-engorge and then re-inject.  The process repeats and
becomes regular, frequently as often as once a second.  Externally the host
appears to have a throbbing organ between their legs that bizarrely looks
like a pair of girls panties.

   Once in contact with the blood, the X Virus starts to spread, rapidly, a
graph shows how quickly the blood is transformed along with the other major
organs.

   Very soon once 5 quarts of blood has been changed the organs start to
change, first the heart is infected then the lungs then the endocrine
system, the liver, muscles, bones and brain all develop x- chromosomes each
cross infecting the other with the organism.  All this happens in the first
infusion of fluid.

   At 12 minutes after a further 2 minutes a second infusion occurs,
reinforcing the first, by this time the graph is registering over 1%
conversion.

   At 14 minutes a third infusion just so it seems to make sure infection
is complete, the panties squeezing the fluid into its host.  Conversion 5%

   16 minutes after the panties are in place an antidote to the Breast
spray is released through the sharp frills into the capillary system and
the body begins to regain feeling, most hosts at Genetech did not have the
benefit of being immobilised by the breast spray.

   3/ Reversion stage - At t+ 20 Minutes the final infusion of fluid of a
different type this time makes its way into the penis and scrotum via the
path already made, this fluid is of unknown material but is what appears to
start the transformation of male genitals into female genitals - triggering
the host cells new female programming to violently assert itself.

   At the site of the dormant male nipples, a massive change also
commences. Vulvoid Breast formation begins with nipple formation then rapid
growth of mamobellum cells.  Whilst the familiar bulge of a human girls
breasts appear upon the chest of the host, it is inside where the most
disturbing changes are occurring.  The breast matter organises into a
strange kind of brain-like formation, at the rear of which is a nerve
fibre. This is also directly related to age, after 2 minutes the breasts
are only budding nipples, at 5 minutes the breasts are age 21 sized and
fully formed at age 42 in our test subject all by 40 minutes after the
panty hold began.  The nerve fibres for both breasts intermingle, then one
super-breast-nerve grows through the chest cavity and anchors itself upon
the spinal column of the host - pushing fibres up into the brain stem of
the host.  Once `rooted' the breasts begin to take physical control of the
host.

   Genital conversion pick up pace now as the host penis begins to shrink.
Shrinking is linked to age divided by 10.  So a 42 year old male after five
minutes will have the size he had at 21 and after 8 minutes the size of a
nine year old.  After ten minutes it is gone completely and the area is
flat as indicated by the now figure hugging panties.  Only a small clitoris
remains.

   4/ Growth Stage - T+ 30 minutes - The male genitals are gone.  The
pelvis has changed and A sudden crack is very discernible when the pelvis
widens and the pubic bone opens out.  The subjects voice box has adjusted
and the persons voice has effectively unbroken into a female pitch range.

   5/ Reproductive organ forming stage At Forty minutes the blood is at 95%
conversion and the rest of the body follows suite, the last five percent
occurs over 24 hours as the immune system is re-programmed.

   Female Organ forming begins with the collapse of the scrotal sack
inwards and a hood forms over the tiny penis head, internally we observed
using a scanner the formation of a womb and fallopian tubes mating with the
converted testes that were more like an egg sack now full of immature eggs.


   After 45 minutes an opening appears about 4 inches long and the labia
Majora have formed, the scrotum collapses further and forms the labia
minora.

   The urethra takes hold into its final position after parting from the
clitoris.

   At Fifty minutes the vagina starts to form and over six minutes burrows
into the internal muscle tissue seeking out the new completed womb and
mating with it, the lining starts to produce mucus and thickens into a
rubbery consistency.  The Vagina is complete at T+58 minutes.  The Panties
noticeably stop quivering and appear to go dormant and relaxed.

   After one hour almost to the second the panty grips release their hold
and can be removed easily.

   The victim is now a Vulvoid girl host.  further events follow that are
more to do with the feeding of the panties and reproduction cycle that are
to be separate topics for this journal.







   STAMSHAW

   The town was investigated by two biologically suited men, transported by
helicopter after sleep aerosol was used to neutralise any live threats. 
Capture of 30 Year old man wearing Girls Panties and rescue of Baby boy
also wearing smaller version of same.  Investigation of apparent suicides
of partially changed males.

   AN UNUSUAL PROCESS

   Results of Investigation regarding Stamshaw Town and Genetech Labs. 
Follows discussion on Forces at work by first Two Scientists and their
briefing.

   After reading L J's version of events regarding the Genetech labs and
doing extensive research I managed to secure a sample of the X-chromosome
783 virus before the nuclear cauterisation of 100 square miles around the
Genetech labs.  This should be happening about now.

   The sample has been cryogenically sealed in liquid nitrogen and
preserved, also we have two subjects a man in his late 30s and a new born
baby boy both now at the secure facility, Alpha Labs 2 these two subjects
the only known survivors that have not been visibly affected by the virus
or the panties that they both wore when found.

   The danger to the world is obvious, that is why I have been operating in
secret and now am flying to Japan and a remote island off the coast.  It is
there that with my colleagues I intend to isolate and find an antidote to
this life changing thing before it finds a way back into the world if
already it isn't out there as it must surely be.  I think that not all
infected Girls were destroyed in the blast.  This is the reason for my
actions.

   First I intend to thaw out the unknown using the level five facility
constructed to isolate virus outbreaks such as this.  The Facility is a
five story underground base with five layers of security and sterilised
cleansing stations that are progressively more sterile than the one above.
By the time anyone reaches level five 24 hours later they will be as
sterile as is possible, the air they breath will be biologically clean and
the uniforms made of disposable paper that feels like cloth and is lined
with charcoal, these being changed every four hours.

   More on this facility later.

   Here is a brief rundown on how the organism works.

   DIRECTIVE 7-12

   The nuclear cauterisation of Stamshaw and Genetech.  Why it never
happened.

   STAGE 1

   The Scientists meet up at the Alpha Labs 2 in Japan after long flights
and proceed to Level one.

   DECONTANIMATION

   The Scientists proceed to Level 5 ALPHA LABS TWO.  LEVEL 5

   Level five explained.

   MISCELLANEOUS

   There are a number of phases that are typical of the infection period
and transformation.

   What we are about to do is observe the organism and isolate in a secure
location so that a cure may be developed or at very least slow down the
growth rate.  It is feared that the first few Vulvoid girls may have
escaped the cauterisation and are at large somewhere in the world turning
men into girls at an ever increasing rate.

   After my observations at the lab I will endeavour to find this site and
seek them out.  My curiosity perhaps getting the better of me.

   Arrival At Alpha labs 2

   I have arrived at the facility and have begun the descent to stage five,
by this time tomorrow I will be coming face to face with the organism that
is causing so much concern.

   I have three other Physicians with me, one is a nuclear physicist, one
is a surgeon, and the 3rd a micro biologist, together we should be able to
solve this problem once and for all.

   Our two subjects were extracted from the Genetech lab before the
neutralisation of the area.  They were the only males found in the lab, yet
both wear Vulvoid panties.  Both are sedated and being fed intravenous
saline to keep them hydrated until we can get to them.  The old man is
wearing a pair of Vulvoid panties but has not changed instead they seem to
be processing his bodily waste and venting into the lab atmosphere.

   The baby seems to be a healthy baby boy, with no indication of
transformation either.

   Day 1

   After a much needed rest I was ready to start my observations on the
X-organism.  First I went to scrub and retrieved my new paper coveralls
then proceeded to the lab on level five.  Inside with the door sealed shut
behind I could see the capsule with the frozen sample behind the glass
screen.

   I set up the apparatus to open the lid and take the sample out for
thawing.  This was all done automatically by the lab equipment whilst I
prepared a Male for exposure to the virus directly, without the Vulvoid
Panties.

   The male was selected from a bank of individuals that had consented to
medical research in return for a fee of $1 million dollars if they survive.
He was sitting naked in a glass box looking furtive and nervous.  I spoke
to him through a loudspeaker to reassure him that this experiment would not
kill him.  He just sat in his glass box as it was placed next to the
thawing sample in its own glass box.  An air hose was connected from the
sample box and onto the Human Guinea pig's box and was prepared for
opening. This experiment was to find out if the organism could populate
through the air and infect a host in this way.

   After an hour the sample was ready and so I threw a switch to open the
air valves, and waited.  Air was transferred from the sample to the
volunteer and my findings were that no cross infection occurred.  The
organism could not travel through the air.

   Next a swab was touched onto the sample and then transferred to the man
in the glass box.  The swab was brushed over the man's forearm skin.  It
was noted that the organism started to grow and spread around the immediate
surface area and remained very much alive but was not visibly affecting the
patient.  A blood sample was then taken and this showed that no blood
contamination had occurred.

   I then proceeded to dilute a sample in a syringe and had it inserted
under the skin on the other forearm.  Another blood sample after 10 minutes
showed a definite infection and at genetic levels that the Y-chromosomes
were indeed changing to X- chromosomes.  The body was now on course for
changing into a female and there was nothing that could stop it.  The time
for transformation, and the end-state, are unknown.

   The infected man was then moved into another glass box containing
another uninfected man to see how long it was before the organism
propagated itself.  They both sat there waiting unknowing what exactly was
happening to them watching a TV monitor for their entertainment.  They
would be fed 3 times a day and have blood samples taken every four hours as
well as have biological-monitoring measurements recorded continuously.  We
would know if anything was changing.

   Already the infected mans change had begun, his body hair was redefining
itself, becoming that of a Female, the bones were shortening and
re-shaping, the skin turning softer, a pair of ribs started to shrink
making the mans waist smaller, his hips and pelvis changing to that of
child bearing shape.  Facial features were softening and he was getting
cramps inside his belly.  He became more and more worried, not knowing what
was happening to him (he had not been told of the Vulvoid or the X-Virus)

   All this was minutely being followed with fascination by the scientists
but was still not detected by the man himself as he talked to the other
uninfected subject.

   Meanwhile in the lab with the old man and baby, the surgeon was dressed
in his encounter suite and giving them a once over, examination.  The blood
tests done on these two subjects revealed that the old man was deficient in
testosterone probably due to old age and the baby quite obviously had not
fully developed yet only being two years old.

   After talking to the man his name was Jackson, The surgeon Mark Hall
discovered that the man was Impotent and could not get erections for 15
years.  He was also an Alcoholic.  Jackson was pleading with Hall to get
these god awful panties off of him.  Hall could see a vapour coming out of
the lace rim and was glad of the encounter suite which was fed with Oxygen
from behind being physically connected to the observation room via a sealed
door.

   The female nurse was currently feeding the baby a formula to keep him
fed, he appeared totally unaffected by the vapours being exposed to them
for quite a period of time.

   Hall determined, from the blood samples, that the man was being injected
with female oestrogen's by the Vulvoid girls at the lab and theorised that
if he injected some Testosterone it may change the panties behaviour. 
Jackson was obviously used to having the bizarre panties on him, and to
being experimented upon without enduring a horrendous sexchange, so he
agreed.  Also he agreed to have his arms and legs strapped to the
observation table while a scanner observed the results of the injection. 
The needle arrived through the secure vacuum delivery tube and the nurse
reminded him not to puncture his suite accidentally.  Hall reminded her "a
surgeon is unlikely to do that".  * With Jackson strapped down securely and
the scanner switched on Hall administered the Jab, and retreated to the
observation room.  By the time he was out of the encounter suite the
Panties had began moving, their edges violently grabbing and attaching to
Jackson.  They began to engorge and to pulsate and throb.  We could clearly
see some kind of tube wriggle from the gusset area of the panties towards
the front of the panties where it did some kind of U-turn and seemed to
face the unerrect Jackson's penis.  The scanner revealed something else
quite extraordinary.  Just inside the panties layers of tiny hairs were
brushing his Penis as if to stimulate it into becoming erect.  Without
success.  The whole length of his penis was being massaged by this
pulsating of the hair like fibres.  Jackson began to look startled, "get
them off me" he screamed.  It was obvious the tentacular tube inside of the
top rim of the panties were searching for an erect penis.

   "We need to see what happens next" Hall instructed the nurse to inject a
high dose of Viagra into the man as he observed that the testosterone
injected was being absorbed by the panties, converted into oestrogen's and
then released back into his blood stream via the cilla rim that had a grip
around Jackson's legs.

   The panties continued to throb and pulsate almost anticipating the next
move.  "what are you doing" Jackson said to the nurse, "giving you
something to make you erect" she replied.  "Noooo thats what they want you
to do" He started to struggle - becoming near hysterical at the thought of
what may happen to him.

   The Injection of Viagra was then injected as Jackson went tense trying
to resist the fluid going into his blood.  Then he gave up and went limp it
was no use.  Now it would happen and he new it.  Within 15 minutes the
pulsating and viagra was beginning to take effect, Jackson was becoming
erect.  On the Scanner Hall could see inside the panties that the fibres
stroking the penis were gaining rhythm.  Near the top inside of the panties
a soft receptacle appeared to be waiting for the arrival of the rising
penis with small tentacles probing for that first touch of the bulbous
head. Jackson was having his first erection in 15 years that would also be
his last.  He could feel the head of his penis moving up through the
fabric, closer to the receptacle with every passing second.

   Hall zoomed in the scanner for a yet closer look, One of the tentacles
emanating out of the receptacle touched the head of the arriving penis and
almost instantly the receptacle sprang forward and closed around the penis
bell end cupping it with a kind of sucker effect.  The tentacles had
retracted but now squashed up against the head of Jacksons penis started to
search for his opening.  A small amount of Semen leaked out and the nearest
tentacle seamed to detect this and moved towards the urethra opening.  In
an instant Jackson squirmed as he felt a tube being pushed inside his penis
shaft, forcing its way in and down the inside of his shaft for four or five
inches of searing heat.  The tube and the snaking connection to the panty
gusset pulsed a few times and then relaxed.  Drawing back on the scanner
Hall could see a new phase beginning, Fluids were being drawn from the mans
legs through the capillaries and into the panties.  Here it was observed
that it flowed around the inside of the fabric of the panties changing its
molecular structure as it did so, then it was collected in two sacks either
side of the penis shaft within the gusset of the panties.  From these sacks
two tubes ran up to the penis receptacle and connected with the tentacle
that was inserted down his shaft.

   Over the next ten minutes the sacks swelled, throbbed and pulsated,
Jackson had seen this many times in his home town as its occupants all
succumbed to the same fate that he was spared and was now enduring.  He
relaxed in his harness, he new that he could not fight it, he just started
murmuring over and over, "kill me, kill me, I don't want to be a Girl, I
don't want to be a slave to these panties, they will make me turn you all
into Girls, you will see, please kill me", He pleaded.  Hall turned the
sound off as he continued to monitor the progress of the panties throbbing,
pulsating build up.

   Almost to the second at ten minutes after the tentacle entered the penis
the panties had inflated the two sacks completely with Jacksons converted
body fluids and was now ready to inseminate him with his first dose of
female conversion virus.  The panties trembled and vibrated as if having an
orgasm of their own before deflating all of the fluid through the tentacle,
down his shaft and into his body.  After another minute the sacks were full
again and ready to eject another load into his bladder.  The virus was now
streaming through Jacksons body.  Once there and in contact with Y
chromosomes the organisms started to multiply and absorb every cell in his
body converting them into x chromosome carriers and female cells.  Jackson
shuddered as wave after wave of flooding Vulvoid cell conversion spread
throughout his body.  The panties engorged again and again and I soon had
my first shocking view of the throbbing sexchange between a poor hosts
legs. I could barely imagine the hell they must be experiencing - but the
worst was still to come.

   The first phase of the obvious physical change was the breast growth,
and so I observed the swelling of the breasts upon Jackson's chest.  He was
screaming and screaming now, but I could do nothing to help him if I was to
understand the nature of the Vulvoid threat more closely.  What hall saw
next before his very eyes astounded him.  The nipples swelled, changed
colour and started to grow, the underlying tissue also swelled, breasts
were now forming on the once flat chest of Jackson the unfortunate old man.
On the scanner Hall could see fibrous connections spread out from the
underlying tissue and grow towards the spinal chord, which then mated with
it and moved on up to the brain stem.  Jackson was now wired up for
complete control by his breast brains.  He started murmuring incoherently
as he sensed thoughts that were not his own, he looked down to his chest
and watched in abject horror as the two mounds grew on his chest, becoming
higher and higher until he had a pair of Double D's.  He started to twitch
as the electrical connections to his brain were made.  Jackson new he would
never be the same again a tear formed and dripped down the side of his
face.

   Jacksons face began to change from a grimace to a more mellow relaxed
look as his features softened into a feminine shape, his breast brains were
helping him get through this as the pain relief fluid started to work, a
smile appeared on his lips, it was not his smile but a smile of conquest as
his eyes moved to look at the monitor straight as it seamed into Dr Hall's
eyes.

   Moments later the panties deflated for the last time, Jacksons
inseminations were complete, and as his penis shrank further it became
detached from the suction cup that was up to now held securely in place. 
The long tentacle still protruding from the urethra as it pulsed and
squeezed the remaining drops of x-fluid into the penis stem.  The shrinking
continued until the tentacle retracted closing off the eye of the urethra
entrance and sealing it shut for good.  At the same time as this Hall
noticed another opening at the base of the much shrunken penis, this he
surmised would be the new urethra meatus within the opening of her new
vagina.

   Hall watched closely now as the shrunken penis became a clitoris and
embedded itself under a flap of loose skin, it was only millimetres in
length now and the balls had become completely absorbed into Jacksons body,
the scrotal skin appeared to become thicker and more rubbery as it was
preparing to become the vaginal opening.  The vaginal muscle pushed from
within Jackson's vulva lips to deep within the abdomen where it connected
with a waiting cervix and uterus.  Inside this female reproductive area,
Jacksons writhing reformation had also caused the growth of two very ripe
ovaries, just rippling and bulging with ripe Vulvoid Panty eggs....

   The straps holding Jackson's arms were not designed for restraint only
to keep them still for the scanner so quite easily managed to release them
under the complete control of her breast brains and started to murmer "my
name, they....  These fucking breasts!!!!  they are changing my name to
Jacky!  No!!!!!!!".  He was a she!  She grabbed her breasts and screamed
then grabbed her cunt for the first time and frantically, maniacally
grabbed and probed it with shaking hands.  "I am a girl!!!  No!!!  I hate
it... Its so flat!!!  My breasts are so big!!!!  Help me..... 
Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" And her voice choked off as her probing of her vulva became
more pronounced and more obviously masturbation.  We observed a vulvoid
girl being forced to endure masturbating their horrendously female genitals
to massive orgasm, at which the panties seemed to writhe and feed upon the
female ejaculation fluids....

   Jacky's arms dropped to her sides.  She was exhausted.

   Hall had the nurse remove the panty's for examination under lab
conditions, this would be very interesting he thought.

   CHANGING AND GESTATION

   Meanwhile Back in the other lab the two male subjects were sitting at
opposite ends of the glass cubicle, one looking rather afraid the other
watching as they could see visible changes taking place.  Already the
chemistry that converts the sexual organs was at work, the Man looking down
in horror as his Penis was beginning to get smaller and smaller.  He did
not have a clue what was happening.

   My Observations continued apace, and as it was getting late introduced
some sleep anaesthesia into the cubicle to give the two men a restful
night. Soon they were fast asleep, but the changes were continuing.  The
Infected man I guessed would not have a penis in the morning judging by the
shrink rate.  I called a midnight conference with the others to assess were
we were and to share information of our findings thus far.

   Day Two

   The sedated `man' wakes up in the morning to find his crotch completely
flat and to find two large breasts upon his chest.  Reviewing the video
logs, it appears he screams like a banshee and begs for release from the
room.  The unchanged man in the same room is becoming very worried and is
extremely wary of the transforming man.  The transforming man frantically
feels between his legs at the flattened void then notices the indent which
is obviously the cleft of a rapidly forming pair of labia lips.  It takes
only two hours for the labia lips to form completely between the man's legs
and externally, he appears to have become a girl.  At this stage we again
sedated the subjects and examined the changing man directly.  It appeared
the almost-girl has no vagina at this stage, yet we can see a sort of
indent where the vagina clearly is going to be.  We open the subjects legs
and set up a slow-frame video capture.  It appears to be about one more
hour for the vagina to fully burrow into the new girl.  We also take this
time to insert a flexible medical camera and examine the internal sexual
organs of the new girl.  Physically she was almost identical to a
natural-born girl.  As the camera entered her new womb we saw a sight that
instilled fear in us all.  Attached to her womb wall was a sac, already
reasonable in size that was clearly a developing foetus - but this was no
human foetus - it was a panty foetus!  Scans of her chest showed the white
lines that were clearly the nerve fibres of her mamobellum, snaking their
way through her chest to her brain stem.  Returning the new girl to his
chamber with the now-terrified other man, we watched her wake up to find
herself a fully-formed girl.  She was hysterical, screaming and pulling and
rubbing at her genitals and breasts.  She was furious with us for not
telling her what the experiment would do to her.  At one point she was
screaming out abuse with her legs widely spread, showing us her bald cunt,
when she doubled over suddenly clutching her stomach.  In-profile it became
obvious that her stomach was somewhat distended by the growing panties
inside her.  She screamed `Oh my god!!!  What is happening!!!  My guts!!!
They hurt!!!  You fucking bastards!!!!  I hate being a girl!!!  I HATE
IT!!!!  Ahhhhh!!!!' Just as suddenly we saw her nipples expand as they
became erect.  Her body shuddered and she looked at us with a disbelieving
expression as her breasts took control of her body.  She then sat on the
floor, spread her legs wide and began to groan and thrust her vulva forward
as she obviously experienced vaginal contractions!  Helplessly trapped in a
girls body, controlled by brains in her breasts, she gave birth to a pair
of panties - Vulvoid panties.  All she could do was whimper and cry and
occasionally exclaim `oh god!!!  What have you done to me!!!'.  Her vulva
pushed forward as the emerging bulk pushed against her labia lips.  Her
lips suddenly parted and the panties began to push out, pulling her vaginal
lips widely apart as the girl mouth stretched to expel the object.  Within
the watery sac was a writhing pair of the familiar blue form of the living
panties.  As the last of the panties birthing sac left her vagina we all
watched in horror as gaping vagina slowly closed.  She was shaking from
shock and trauma now, alternately crying and screeching - still not
permitted much in the way of speech.  Yet her horror was not yet over - her
shaking hands were forced to pick up the newly birthed panties sac and
squeeze it till it ruptured.  The panties internally squirmed in her hands
and she was made to pull the awful entities onto and up her legs until they
cupped her vulva like any girls panties.  Even then she was not allowed any
peace, nor to grieve the loss of her male body.  She was next made to
masturbate her panty covered vulva until she came.  When she came there was
such an eruption of fluid from her vagina that it momentarily pushed her
panties forward and saturated the gusset.  While the terrified new girl
sobbed, the panties gorged upon her cunt.  The other man in the room was
also hysterical.  Desperately trying to smash his way out of the glass
room.

   The rest of the day was less eventful, albeit distressing to watch the
new girl as she was made to masturbate and self-examine her horrifically
female genitals.  She would alternate between fits of enormous anger and
pitiful crying.  She was periodically controlled by her breasts, tried to
tear them from her on several occasions and was utterly hateful of us - the
bringers of her girlhood.

   Around 10pm that night the inevitable happened.  The new girl was awoken
by her panties.  She gazed across at the sleeping man in the room with her
and she gasped as her breasts suddenly took control of her body.  She
crossed the room and thrust her breasts forward into the face of the
sleeping man.  He woke with a start and sreamed out in surprise - just as
he was hit by a spray from the girls breasts.  The course of the next hour
and a half is now, well documented, as the girl was raped by her panties
and made to give birth for the 2nd time in a day.  The now hysterical man
was immobile and could do nothing but watch as she undressed him and placed
the panties on him.  One hour later he was also a girl.

   Day 3: The two new girls were still in the room in which they had
changed.  Their breasts were asserting control more often than not, perhaps
due to the highly distressed state of the host.  We had observed behaviour
which was highly sexual, with the vulvoid girls forced to examine each
other and to masturbate one another.  Remnants of the hosts own free will
were only occasionally observed with bouts of crying, screaming and verbal
tirades about their physical state.  Being highly concerned about the
spreading of the virus and the ability of the girls to change other males,
we ensured that all food and other visits were conducted by a female nurse.
At the time we had no idea how clever or adaptive the Vulvoid were.  In
hindsight we should have quarantined the Vulvoid completely - we were to
pay a very big price for this failure.  At 8.30pm, without our knowledge
the panties of the first girl began to engorge and were soon raping her. 
The panties ejaculated into her vagina and inseminated her with a new panty
lifeform.  At 9pm, the female nurse, Erin Bard entered the room with the
two girls carrying food.  The nurse had observed the transformation and the
distress of the hosts.  Yet being a girl, she also felt very wounded and
offended that the new girls would describe their bodies in such loathing
terms.  Whilst she would have preferred to be male, she certainly did not
hate having a vulva or breasts.  The first girl approached the nurse and
engaged her in conversation, controlled by her breasts.  The nurse did
shudder to think that these words were being formed by the two ripe mounds
on the girls chest and not her host brain... Whilst distracted, the other
girl hit the nurse on the head and she fell to the ground, unconscious. 
Quickly the first girl pulled the nurse's panties off and momentarily
sobbed as she saw the nurse's cunt revealed.  She pulled her own panties
off and stared between her legs and then the nurse's.  Both were perfect,
tight and bald vulva's.  She touched between her own legs and felt her own
vulva and whispered `oh god!  Im a girl - just like her!...'.  She began to
pant and thrust her vulva forward and groan.  A minute later a small
object, which was obviously a panty zygote, emerged from her vagina.  It
was perhaps the size of a small egg and was somewhat transparent.  She
spread the legs of the nurse more and then thrust the panty zygote into the
nurse's vagina - pushing it far inside her until it was within the nurse's
womb.  She then pulled the nurse's panties back on, pulled her own panties
back on and then began to try to wake the nurse.  As Nurse Bard came round
the girl said `Oh god!  I am so sorry!  These fucking breasts made me hit
you!  Are you ok?  I am in control again!'.  Ironically it was the
mamobellum who was speaking now also.  The nurse rubbed her head and told
them not to worry saying `you aren't responsible for those breast brain
actions are you - you poor things...' Hurriedly she left the room.  The
nurse was on duty with one other at this hour, a man in his mid twenties
who looked after the biological equipment including the pathogen vats that
were filled with agar that were used to grow biological agents for study.
Nurse Bard was still rather sore from her experience, but decided to say
nothing because she was sure she would have gotten in trouble for not
having taken more care.  She also began to feel a little sick and sore in
her stomach - a matter which she put down to her revolting dinner from
earlier this evening.  In truth it was the rapidly growing Vulvoid panties
within her womb that she was feeling.  At about 10pm she was in the
biological equipment room with the operator, Dave.  She began to feel the
first cramps of birth.  She gasped and fell to her knees.  She did not know
Dave well enough to feel comfortable letting him see her vulva, so she
tried to hide the effects.  Again she was wracked by the cramps and this
time she had to lie down.  She began to pant and yell out for Dave, not
knowing what was happening.  She was beyond caring now, her cunt hurt so
much.  She arched her back with her vulva in the air and screeched as the
vulvoid panties came down her birth canal.  She was in deep shock, as was
Dave, not knowing what was happening.  She next felt her vaginal lips begin
to part and endured the agony of them stretching to uncomfortable limits as
an object came from her cunt.  Right there, in front of Dave, she gave
birth to a clear Sac containing a writhing form of a vulvoid panty.  She
knew at once and screamed to Dave to get out of the way.  Unfortunately for
Dave, he was too close.  The Sac ruptured and the panties slithered across
the floor at lightening speed and slithered up Dave's trouser legs.  He
frantically tried to pull his pants off to stop the horrendous lifeforms.
He was too late, by the time he had his pants to his knees the vulvoid
panties were already beneath his regular underpants, writhing as they moved
into position.  He pulled his male underpants off and saw the vulvoid
panties for the first time, they were stretched tightly holding in his
penis and balls - yet the taught living fabric held fast.  Dave was
frantic, not knowing what to do.  He begged the Nurse Bard to help.  She
hit the emergency button, but all that did was lock-down the facility. 
Being a secure facility, they were cut-off from the world and this level
was now cut-off from the upper levels where another ten men - all
scientists - were now asleep.  She decided to run to the vulvoid girls and
beg them tell her how to get the panties off Dave.  Dave began to feel weak
as the panties dug into his circulatory system and began to engorge.  He
pulled and yanked at them trying to get them off, but could not.  He saw,
with horror, the outline within the panties of the tentacle-like umbilical
begin to wriggle from the panties gusset towards his penis tip.  He began
to scream as he felt some sensation tickle his penis shaft - causing him to
begin to get an erection.  When the panties umbilical latched onto his
penis and thrust its tube down his shaft, he almost passed out with shock.
The vulvoid girls were being completely controlled by their breasts and
began laughing as the nurse told of the events.  `Stupid girl!  We did this
to you on purpose!  We placed a panty zygote into your cunt, knowing it
would escape and find a host!  Why would we help you now!!' one of them
said.  The nurse, disgusted, returned to the biological room to find Dave
writhing on the floor - with vulvoid panties beating and throbbing between
his legs and with two girl's nipples upon his chest.  He wast clutching at
the throbbing mass between his legs, but his eyes were focussed on the
growing mounds upon his chest.  He was well into the transformation.  Soon
his body would no longer be controlled by his own brain, rather it would be
a slave to his mamobellum.  She tried to console him and held his hand as
his body changed before her eyes.  It was an unbelievably confronting
experience to watch a man become a girl, whilst screaming about how
horrific their new genitals and breasts felt, genitals which she herself
possessed.  Part of her was glad that Dave was becoming a girl because he
was so derogatory about the feeling of his vulva and breasts.  Perhaps they
are bad she thought....  Why should it just be girls that have to endure
bodies like that?  Penis envy had never been something that the Nurse had
much of an issue with, but now she began to feel very envious of the male
body.  Suddenly Nurse Chapman decided she was going to help these Vulvoid
girls.  She left the screaming Dave as his labia slit began to open.  She
walked to the two original Vulvoid girls in the observation chamber.  When
she got there she found them masturbating each other, hands thrust down the
other girl's panties whilst they grunted and cursed.  "I fucking hate this
cunt!  I hate the flat mouth that these fucking panties have given me!  Oh
god!!!!  These breasts....  I cant control my own body for god sake!!! 
Nooooo!!!!!' one of them screamed whilst she reached orgasm and ejaculated
in a squirting fountain into her panties.  The two girls noticed the nurse,
one of them screamed "bitch!!!  Why did you let them do this to us!!!  I'm
a girl!  Ive got a fucking cunt like you now!!!  You bitch... Why!!!!"
"Fuck you!  I'm glad you got to know what it feels like to be a girl.  I'm
glad you lost your penis!  I'm glad you grew heavy breasts!  I'm glad you
get to experience birth and penis envy!  You bloody males....  You don't
know how lucky you are!!" She screamed back.  "I want to talk to your
mamobellum... now!" The girls looked horrified, glanced at their breasts
and observed their nipples become erect.  They muffled screams and
shuddered then spoke more gently - clearly under control of their breasts
now... "We are glad you can see why the females of the world should help
rather than hinder us.  Now, why did you want to speak to us?" The first
Vulvoid said.  "I've decided I want to help.  I couldn't believe how rude
Dave was about my body!  Well fuck them!  Let them all have cunts I say!  I
am going to let you out" the nurse said as she unlocked the door.  "I
presume Dave was the lucky recipient of that `present' we placed inside
you?" one of the girls said.  "Yes....  By the way - don't you ever do that
again!  God I hated the experience!  I really hate having a cunt also you
know!" the nurse said "Sorry....  No other options" the vulvoid girl said.
"Where is Dave now?" "In the biological room, he was growing a vulva when I
left.  Screaming about a `mouth' opening up between his legs.  Really!" the
nurse said.  They rounded the corner to find Dave, now a fully transformed
girl, lying spread legged whilst masturbating her new cunt through her
panties.  She was sobbing and trembling and she screamed "Help me!!!! 
Noooo!!!!  I'm a girl!!!!  I cant stand the feeling!!!  I cant control my
body!!!  Noooo!!!!!!  Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" as she came.  "Its swallowing!!!  My
god!!!  My vagina!!!  I can feel it swallowing!!!!  Ahhhh!!!!  These
panties are feeding on me!!!  God no!!!!!  These fucking breasts!  They are
controlling me!  This is not my body!!!!" Finally she collapsed in a
sobbing heap, saying no more.  The first Vulvoid girl looked around the
room and asked the nurse "what is this equipment?" "These tanks are used to
cultivate biological agents for study" she said "What is in them?" said the
vulvoid "A growing agent of some kind' said the nurse The first two vulvoid
girls locked eyes and their breasts began to mist some kind of spray into
the room in some kind of assertive display.  "Get the lid off the tanks, we
are going to grow us some panties!" said the first Vulvoid to the nurse. 
The nurse punched a few buttons on a console and a mechanical sound began
as the steel lids slid off the tanks.  Both vulvoid girls began to whimper
and crouched, staring between their legs.  Their flat, panty covered female
groins began to inflate as their panty gussets began to engorge yet again.
The girls again showed some evidence of host control.  "Help us!!! 
Please!!!  This is a nightmare!  Please!  God no!  These fucking breasts!
These panties!  They are going to rape me again!  No!!!!  I HATE being a
GIRL!!!  Noooo!!!!!" one of them screamed.  But her screams were in vain,
because in less than 5 minutes her panties were distended like she had
grown a penis.  Both girls grabbed their engorged panty bulges and began
rubbing them into their vulvas.  Within minutes the panties were throbbing,
engorging and deflating, between the girls legs as the girls cried.  "I am
being raped!!!!  You cant imagine how foul it feels to have these fucking
panties shove a penis into me!  Oh god... Help me!!!!" one of them yelled
out.  "I know exactly how it feels to have a penis shoved into my vagina!"
yelled the nurse Five horrific minutes later both girls came as their
panties ejaculated into their vaginas.  The girls then lay on the ground
exhausted and moaning as something `unnatural' grew within their recently
formed wombs.  Fifteen minutes later the girls sat up and began groaning
again.  "God!!!  Something is inside me!  I am going to give birth for fuck
sake!" screamed the second Vulvoid.  With their panties still on they began
bucking their hips up and down and moaning as their birth canals began the
delivery process.  Minutes later the girls screamed as something emerged
from their vaginas into the space between their panties and their bodies.
From external appearances, it seemed to be a spherical thing about the size
of a golf ball.  "It's a panty zygote" said the nurse "No!!!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!!
Its not over!!!!  Ahhhh!!!!!" screeched one of the girls as they thrust
their hips again.  Again another bump appeared in their panties, then
another and another.  Their panties were becoming widely deformed with the
rounded bumps of many panty zygotes.  It was over ten minutes before each
of the girls stopped their birthing contractions.  Each girl stared between
her legs in horror at the large rippling bulge between their legs that was
perhaps as many as 20 panty zygotes each.  The trembling girls, with erect
nipples indicating breast control, walked to the biological tanks and
pulled their panties down to allow the wriggling panty zygotes to plop into
the tank.  The Vulvoid girl hosts were frantic, realising fully what their
controlled bodies had just been forced to do.  The biological tank now was
alive with one of the most horrific human parasites ever imagined.  Whilst
small now, the zygotes were growing before the eyes of the girls.  Growing
into fully formed Vulvoid panties - each with the desire and capacity to
change a male host into a whimpering, enslaved girl.  Two floors up were
ten sleeping men.  Ten men who would not be men for much longer if the
Vulvoid girls had their way....

   Day 4: Midnight: The panties in the tank had all grown fully, ruptured
their sacs and were `swimming' about the tank like some bizarre aquatic
animals.  Nurse Bard stared into the tank and shuddered.  She was woken
from her daze by the newly transformed Dave, now fully under the control of
her breasts.  "You had better call upstairs and try to convince them that
your lock-down was a mistake" She said.  Nurse Bard was still felling very
angry at the men of the world and was feeling incredible penis envy now. 
She called the technicians, the ten men on the next level up, who were also
locked down because of her actions.  Only a simultaneous release of the
lock-down on the two levels would reverse the lock-down.  "We had a
malfunction on one of the breeder tanks, that was the problem" she said
"Whats that got to do with the vulvoids?  Those tanks are empty aren't
they?" said one of the men "Yes - except they have growth agent in them,
one of them leaked... Its just a leak of non contaminated fluid" she said
"I recommend reversing lock-down" "Agreed....  On my mark?" "Yes... 3, 2,
1" Nurse Bard counted down then pressed the disengage button on her console
at the same time as the man did one level up.  "Coming down to fix it now?"
asked the Nurse "or the shut-down might go off again" "Spose I should...
How big a job?" "Don't know, its pretty messy - you should perhaps all come
- get it done sooner?" "Ok... on our way" the man said then hung up
"Perfect!  Said one of the Vulvoid "Lets get ready to surprise them" The
vulvoid girls all hid.  Ten minutes later there were ten sleepy looking
technicians entering the room.  They were all men in their mid twenties. 
Nurse Bard had splashed bio culture fluid all around the floor before hand.
"Hi Erin!" said one of the men `What a mess!" "Yes....  I don't know, but I
thought I could see the problem looking in from the top.  Why don't you
guys get up on that walkway above it and I will show you." She said
Following the men, Nurse Bard walked up the steel stairs until they were
above the tank.  As the men looked in, they saw some movement.  "What the
hell?" one said as Nurse Bard rushed them, knocking them all off the
platform.  They all fell, into the vat.  The panties went crazy, sensing
their prey they slithered and circled, each latching onto a host - some had
two panties `fight' for the right to attach the male groins.  The men were
screaming, frantic, not knowing what was happening until one of them
staggered up a ladder trying to escape.  He looked down and saw that he
wore panties and each of the men screamed, suddenly realizing what they now
had between their legs!  It was something from a nightmare.  The men
frantically rushing from the tank, writhing on the ground - desperately
trying to prise their horrendous panties parasites from their bodies.  Each
of them failed.  They then turned on Nurse Bard and began to kick and punch
her.  The hiding Vulvoid girls returned and calmly sprayed each man with
breast spray, reducing them to twitching wide-eyed animals.  Ten men became
girls that hour, ten men endured the loss of their penis, the growth of
intelligent breasts and the formation of vulvas and vaginas.  Ten new girls
then were forced to masturbate whilst screaming or sobbing or both -
feeling their girl-mouth contractions for the first time and knowing their
first of many vulvoid panty gorging violations.  The vulvoid girls now
numbered fourteen.  Thirteen on this level and one, being the first-changed
of the subjects, the girl now called Jacky on level two.  The unsuspecting
Dr Hall, at the time was sleeping as was Jacky in her sealed Chamber.  They
were both unaware of the sexual horror unfolding two floors below them. 
The new vulvoid girls on level four all collapsed from exhaustion to sleep
their first night in female bodies.  The lay on the floor, or on
examination tables in the heavy sleep that the newly changed endured, their
bodies and their living panties exhausted for their trauma and effort. 
From time to time, one of the hosts would be roused by their panties and
breasts and was forced to masturbate again to feed their panties.  The room
would alternately be deathly quiet, or filled with soft moans and cries as
one girl or another found their hand forcibly massaging their vulva's till
their vaginal contractions of their female orgasms finished ejaculating the
vaginal lubricant upon which the panties fed.  It was not unusual for a
girl to wake up and scream, upon sensing their large breasts or dickless
crotches, as if waking from a bad dream to find it was not a dream.  These
girls usually spent some time examining their new bodies with horror,
feeling their flat groins, tracing fingers up and down their labia lips and
their vulva slits, inserting shuddering fingers into their new vaginas,
feeling their tiny clitoris and grabbing and feeling their breasts.  At
some point, each of the girls discovered their vulva lips pulled apart when
they spread their legs sufficiently - suffering the usual shock as they did
so.  As any vulvoid girl knows, short of physical violation, there is no
sensation worse than feeling a girl mouth open when legs are spread.  There
is no sensation that reinforces the loss of manhood nor the terrible truth
about their female circumstances than this sensation.  Notwithstanding,
none of the girls were permitted by their breasts to harm themselves, nor
to be so loud as to wake the sleeping others.

   Day 4 - Morning: On level 4, the Vulvoid girls woke to their first full
day as panty hosts.  Their breast brains still had not established complete
control, with hosts periodically grabbing control of their bodies -
generally to writhe and beg for help.  The girls were still very tired from
their lack of sleep and their sex change.  There was no substantial
activity in the morning from the girls.  Meanwhile the unsuspecting Dr Hall
on level 2 had awoken to start his second major investigation of the
Vulvoid girl known as Jacky.  Jacky was living within the room in which she
had become a Vulvoid.  It was day 3 for her and whilst no longer
hysterical, she was still very sad and shocked to be a vulvoid girl.  The
room was a containment chamber and Dr Hall always wore a hazard suit when
in the room, knowing that Jacky was capable of emitting breast spray and
that she was sexually able as a vulvoid host.  Jacky was strapped to an
examination table for most of the time, partly immobilized to prevent her
attacking Dr Hall whilst he examined her.  She hated Dr Hall - blaming him
for the thinking mounds upon her chest and the empty slit between her legs.
Upon entering this morning, Dr Hall noticed Jacky struggle to get up and
noticed that the gusset of Jacky's panties were slightly swollen.  Hall
guessed correctly that they were probably preparing for a reproductive
cycle.  `Help me!!!  Please!  Help me!  Something is happening between my
legs!  Those panties, I can feel them engorging!  They are going to rape
me! Help me please!!" Jacky called out.  Hal ignored the girl, not wanting
to get too attached or become too sympathetic with the subject.  This was
an important moment to observe the reproductive process.  Hall turned on
the key-hole camera and poked it gently under the front of Jackie's
panties. He could clearly see her bald white vulva on the screen in front
of him.  Jackie saw this also and thrust her cunt forward screaming "You
fucking bastard!!!  Oh god!  That's a cunt!  My cunt!  You fucking bastard!
You've turned me into a girl!  Look at that thing!  That slit!  So flat....
Oh god....Nooooooo" Hall again ignored her rantings and poked the flexible
camera further round her groin.  Coming into view now was the underside of
the panties gusset.  Hall could see the fabric like surface, which was
swelling quire rapidly now.  Over the course of the next few minutes the
panties gusset swelled to the size of an orange.  The bulk of the mass was
positioned directly over the portion of Jackie's vulva slit that her vagina
lay beneath.  Through the faux-elastic edges of the panties, Hall could see
fluid being drawn out of the host and he could see that each of the `loops'
of what looked like panty elastic were now buried in the skin of Jackie -
using her fluids as a source of material to engorge and fuel the panties
metamorphasis into its active sexual mode.  Moving the camera back to the
underside of the gusset Hall noticed a horrific change begin to unflold. 
The fabric-like rounded underside of her Vulvoid panties seemed to writhe
and change and begin to extrude something.  The extrusion took on form as
it grew, becoming quite obviously a penis-like organ with a bulbous head -
whose skin appeared to be panty fabric.  It seemed to coil above the vulva
mouth until most of the gusset engorgement was now in the form of this
hideous alien-looking panty penis.  It began to move, its head rubbing up
and down Jackie's vulva slit - clearly forcing arousal.  Jacky could feel
the thing rubbing against her slit and she began to scream again.  The
panty penis was clearly also the same organ that had originally latched
onto Jackie's penis when the conversion process had first begun.  She began
to moan and beg Hall to get the `filthy panties' off her.  Hall watched as
some fluid leaked from Jackie's vagina, which was clearly vaginal lubricant
caused by her involuntarily arousal.  The panty penis must have sensed this
because it retracted, coiled above Jackie's vagina and then suddenly thrust
forward, pushing her lips apart and burrowing deep into her vagina.  She
screamed and pumped her hips wildly in the air as she endured this new
horror.  The monitor showed the panty penis thrusting into her again and
again.  From the exterior, her panties had the familiar throbbing mass that
said nothing of the penis-like organ beneath.  Jackie began panting like a
dog as her arousal built and built until she began to orgasm.  Three
minutes of panty rape had Jackie moaning and crying - near to orgasm
obviously.  Her whole body shook and then Hall noticed her pelvic floor
contractions begin.  Her vagina spasmed - then the panty penis dove into
her one last time where it appeared to loose all bulk and form.  Clearly it
had ejaculated into her and the mass of the penis had been used as the
payload.  Slowly the flaccid form of the spent penis retracted from her
vagina, looking more like stretched panty fabric it was.  The gusset
re-absorbed the excess fabric from the empty penis and became the flat,
innocent looking panty gusset that belied its true nature.  Jackie was now
inseminated and was going to give birth.  "Nooo!!!  Fuck you!!!  How can
you just watch while those fucking things did that to me!!!  God..... 
Nooooo!!!!  Im going to give birth!!!  You fucking bastard!!!  Oh god I
have this girls body!!!  You cant imagine how it feels to have a cunt!  To
be raped!!!  I hope these fucking panties turn you into a girl you
cunt!!!!" Jackie raged.  Hall was in a bio suit and Jackie was
strapped-down, virtually immobile, so Hall felt very safe from the growing
threat of the gestating panties inside the girl.  He removed her panties
with his suited hands and placed them in a glass tank nearby, placing a lid
firmly on to prevent escape.  Jackie's legs were spread widely and her bald
vulva was highly arousing to view.  A four inch slit in her otherwise
curvaceously flat groin.  A tiny projection at the very start of her slit
indicated the presence of a clitoris.  Her labia lips were about a half an
inch apart due to her legs being spread as they were.  Hall could see the
slight internal folds of her labia minora inside the puffy outer lips of
her labia majora.  Further towards her anus, about an inch fromn the end of
her vulva slit, Hall could see the entrance to her vagina.  Ripe breasts
thrust from her chest with nipples that were semi erect and that were
misting - presumably emitting the nerve agent that would normally be used
to immobilize an intended host.  Hall shuddered at the thought that this
girl was a male not so long ago... Hall trained the video camera on
Jackie's groin and stomach and observed her groaning as the rapidly growing
panty foetus distended her stomach.  It took perhaps twenty five minutes
before Jackie screamed out in pain at the first birthing contraction.  She
thrust her pubic mound in the air and gasped as the hideous panties
lifeform made its way down her birth canal....  "God!!!  I cant bear this
feeling!!!  My god I'm giving birth!  Help meeeeeee!!!!!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!  God
my cunt hurts!!!!  I HATE BEING A GIRL!!!!  Noooooo!!!!' she screamed out
while she endured wave after wave of vaginal cramping.  Within 4 minutes
her vulva was distorted, pushed outwards from the bulk inside and her labia
suddenly split apart to accommodate the escaping panties.  Her vagina hole
opened up and grew in diameter as the panties pushed from her cunt.  The
escaping object was a semi translucent membrane through which Hall could
could clearly see a pale blue object - the new panties - writhing inside
some kind of fluid....  Jackie's eyes were staring in disbelief between her
legs at the emerging panties while Hall could scarecly believe that this
poor girl was a man just a short whil ago... Hall shuddered at the thought.

   Down on level 4, the vulvoid girls were under breast control and they
were discussing escape options.  The breast brains were clearly indicating
sentience and planning within the bodies of their helpless hosts.  The girl
who used to be the technician Dave screamed and grabbed her breasts as Dave
fought for control of her body.  She shuddered and squeezed her breasts
till they hurt, which bought her enough time to make it to a console and
activate the Beta 4 alarm...

   At that moment a klaxon sounded an alarm.  On level 2Hall jumped and
looked at a status monitor.  On level 4 he saw an emergency alarm had
tripped indicating a serious containment issue.  The containment protocol
activated was beta 4, which according to the design brief meant that the
facility's nuclear core had been armed for detonation - thus providing
absolute cleansing of any contaminant.  Hall had three minutes to shut it
down or he would be vaporized, along with everyone else at the facility!

   Being the senior scientist at the facility, Hall was the only one who
could shut this down, and he could only do it by accessing his override
key. Hall turned and looked at Jackie who was crying and staring between
her legs.  The monitor showed her vagina slowly closing - the panties
clearly expelled from her girl-mouth.  On the floor lay a broken membrane,
clearly the panties had escaped their birthing sac and alarmingly, Hall
could not see them anywhere.

   Hall only had about two minutes left.  He had to choose - either be
vaporized in the blast, or take his suit off to get the key and override
the alarm.  He had no choice.  With frightened eyes, he scanned the room,
looking for the panties symbiot.  He unzipped his suit, trembling and
jumping at every sound.  The alarm was so loud he could hear nothing else.
He fumbled in his pocket for the key and grabbed it - shuffling to the
control station with the bio-suit half off.  He clicked the key into the
slot, turned the key and typed in his code.  The alarm stopped!  Absolute
relief flooded over Hall... Until he heard a sound, a scrabbling,
slithering kind of sound.  He looked at the floor and saw a trail of some
liquid that led to his leg.  He instantly though the worst and began to
frantically look at his half-off suit to see if he could see the panties.
He bent round to look at his back then felt a horrendous sensation as the
panties slithered inside his bio-suit pants, wriggled down his underpants
and began to form over his genitals.  He began to scream and desperately
pull his suit off, then his trousers.  Clumsily he pulled his bio suit
completely off and, with shaking hands, he pulled his trousers off.  When
he pulled his underpants off, all he could see was a pair of light blue
girls panties firmly in place and already starting to engorge.  Hall
grabbed his crotch and screamed.  He was going to become a girl - just like
Jackie!

   To be continued...

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