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Birth Of Nemesis By Darkside 1997 Part 4/4.
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'I'm not sure,' John said.

'Look here John, or is it Jane, You've nothing I haven't seen hundreds
of times and since you cannot corrupt someone who is already 'evil and
corrupt'. I don't see that is makes the difference. Come on, live a little.
All my servants are gone for the evening so we are completely alone' I
said.

'And besides, you have been eyeing me up since you got here' I added.

'OK, what have I got to lose'. he said.

As Cathline stripped off revealing her comely form (how I had missed
that, this past few weeks), John did the same.  He really did look a
funny sight. Just like dear Kat, but with no tits or fanny. His male
organ hung down, looking very lost on his curvy form.

'The sweater didn't do you justice,' I said to John.

'That's your opinion,' he retorted.

We swam around for a while until Cathline dunked my head under
water in a playful fashion. As I swam got up I allowed myself a quick
stroke up her thigh. Her shiver that followed was not because of the
cold. I chased after her in the pool, easily out swimming her and began
to dunk her in the same way.

'That's no way to treat my wife,' I heard John say as he swam over and
tried to dunk me. Being taller and stronger than him, he had no
chance. I 'accidentally' brushed my leg over his cock, and looking
down at the once limp organ expand, I knew that he was getting turned
on.

I got out of the pool and ran swiftly to the other side to avoid my water-
bound pursuers.

Just as I was about to dive in I heard a yelp from John. 'My God! My
God! My God!' he was saying.

Cathline pulled him over to one side and shouted, 'Look Liz!'

I stared at his chest. His nipples did seem a little larger than before,
and I could see the beginnings of breasts beginning to form on his
chest. Well timed, Cath, I thought. His hands were clutching at his
ever swelling bosom, whilst his face looked down in disbelief. We
pulled him out of the pool noticing that his chest now sprouted two,
proud and firm female breasts. His nipples were erect from arousal
rather than the cold.

Cathline put her hand to one of her husbands 'assets' and stroked a
nipple. This was a moment between wife and wife, I guess. His
response was 'Hmmmm. That's very nice!' and he reached up and
planted a kiss firmly on the teat of her nipple.

I coughed not wanting to be left out in all this.

'That was incredible,' I said.

My words fell on deaf ears as the couple continued their passionate
session. I had noticed her hand stroking his breasts in the same way as
she did mine. I was surprised that he did not react in a stronger way to
suddenly growing breasts, but I suspect that my gray powder was the
reason behind it. Her hand was stroking his cock and the other, his
breasts. He was almost inactive, his face red with pleasure. He was
either resting or overwhelmed at the sensations he could now feel.

'Is he all right?' I said a little louder.

Again my only answer was increased passion from the couple. He had
woken up from his earlier 'trance' and was gently touching her around
her clitoris. She began to moan softly as his finger went inside her. I
had had enough of this and decided to join in. If you can't beat them
join them.

John's face looked startled to feel another pair of hands began to stroke
him. Cathline's response was to say, 'come on in.'

I stripped off my costume and saw with some pleasure that John's eyes
were wide, ogling my long legs, curved, perfectly muscled body, and
full, but let me assure you, very firm breasts.

Cathline made room for me, and I was soon made to feel welcome as a
hand (I think it was Johns!) stroked my thigh. I began to respond
touching him in kind. I couldn't help but note down the finer details of
Kat's body, knowing that I must become familiar with every part of it.
Cathline was feeling left out and so said 'John, what do you say we pay
the hostess back for her hospitality?'

'Agreed,' he panted. With the combined strength of two of them I had
no chance as they rolled me onto my back. Cathline pinned my arms,
her breasts, just nudging my face. John's legs pinned mine, spread
outwards revealing my pussy to the world. He began to kiss my torso
and I became very much aroused.
 
I started to nibble Cathline's tits. I could feel myself getting very wet as
John began to touch my clit. I moaned, louder and louder, as I felt his
fingers go inside me. I tried to move my hands and legs, but they were
held firm as my two lovers continued.

'Lets really thank her,' John said.

I saw John begin to move into a more upright position, his new breasts
tauntingly out of reach. I could see from the way his was going to move
he wanted to fuck me. Why do men always want to penetrate so
quickly.

Still in a few weeks he'd have to learn differently. I was so moist that
he slipped inside with almost no fuss and, ohhhh! It had been too long
since a man had had me. Cathline was now touching, stroking and
caressing Johns face, body and breasts, and he was kissing her as well.
He began to move inside me, his now fully erect dick rubbing against
my clit.

Suddenly my hand was free and Cathline's pussy was exposed. I
touched it's moist warm clit and she almost jumped. 'Ratbag!' She
teased, and with her spare hand began to caress my breasts again.

John was now thrusting with all his might. His womanly voice
moaning 'yes!' ever louder. Once again we were in concert. When this
was all over I would have to arrange for another threesome with
someone else! All three of us reached orgasm together, our bodies
shaking and flushed with the waves of pleasure. The warm, wet feeling
inside me told me that John had just come, and he collapsed on top me,
too spent to move. Cathline and I continued for a while, and I offered
to give her a good licking but she was too exhausted. Not enough time
in the gym, Cathline.

We lay there cuddling, almost asleep for sometime. I could hear the
soft moans of John as his orgasm continued for sometime. Well, I
expected that.

'Hmm, I must go and clean myself up,' John said and he got up, looked
down and screamed loudly.

As planned his dick had been replaced by a vagina. He was now all
woman. The powder had obviously worn off because he broke down
into tears sobbing quietly to himself. Cathline played the concerned
wife beautifully, whispering consoling words into his ears.

'I'll go and get dressed,' I said. But first I jumped naked into the pool to
wash off all that remained of John. Getting out of the other side of the
pool I ran into the house.

I chose my normal attire around the house, tight cycling shorts with a
T-shirt (if you've got it flaunt it) and went back downstairs.

John was still upset, but he seemed a little better.

'Listen, I need to work on a cure for this,' I said. 'How about I shout
you a holiday where you can get away for a while, come to terms with
the changes and all that.'

John looked at me with tearful eyes. 'Why did you do it?'

'Do what?' He couldn't have known, could he?

'Make love to me, us. I never thought of you like that and certainly not
Cathline.'

'I don't know. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe I'm lonely living up
here on my own or maybe I just enjoy girls company.'

'I have misjudged you Dr Bexley. You have been very kind to us, given
everything you have to help us, and we would love to go on holiday,'
John said.

'Excellent.'

'But what about passports and all the papers John will need?' Cathline
asked.

'Leave that to me. I'll arrange everything. Just provide me with some
passport photos.'

'Liz, Thanks again,' Cathline said.

The day was getting on and I needed to spend the evening putting the
finishing touches to my scheme. 'I'm sorry, but I want to get on this
right away'

'OK, Bye' They both got dressed and left. Cathline was right. It was
funny seeing John try to put on a bra, especially with real breasts this
time.

I got an E-mail a day or so later.

"Hi Lover,

"John is still finding it hard living as a woman. He keeps wanting to
stand up to pee, and when he forgets it just rubs it in. He has gone
right off sex for the moment, but the month long middle east tour you
shouted us has gone a long way to cheering him up. I still call him,
him, because inside he still really is a man and still my husband.

"I still can't work out two things. Perhaps you will be able to fill me in
later on.

"One. How did his dick change if I didn't give him any doses. I assume
that you don't have any. Perhaps the effects of the drug are cumulative?

"Two. Why did we feel so sexy that day? John simply isn't interested at
the moment. Why? Did you spike our drinks, you naughty girl?

"He is really looking forward to Egypt at the start and end of the tour,
as am I. He also likes the name you 'chose' for him. Jane Norton it is.
The passports and papers you got me really are very good and look
very genuine. You'll have to tell me how you got them. On second
thoughts I don't really want to know.

"See you in a month or so, lover.

"Cathline."


Two days before I was due to leave I cast my mind back to that fateful
day so long ago. Did he really deserve the treatment I was about to give
him. The answer was a firm YES. My stupid sounding last words to
him came back to me.

'You will marry me, you will marry me.'

How could I make him live those words? Although I enjoyed being
with women, deep down I still preferred men. I could see no way that I
could make him heed those words every day of his life. This upset me.
Two or more years of planning, countless lives wrecked and my new
lovers destruction well on the way and this one little thing caused the
whole plan to be on very shaky ground indeed.

So I did what I usually did when I wanted to think clearly. I pushed
myself to the limits of my physical stamina and ability. Through the
haze and pain of physical exhaustion the solution came to me.

I could just switch places with Kat. In that way he would be married to
me, but I didn't like this for a couple of reasons. One, I had no
intention of remaining Kat forever, and two, there's no punishment in
that for him. There had to be another way.

To marry someone is to become one with. For HIM to become one with
me would be to BECOME me. There was still time. A quick trip to
Rhamnus and my schedules should only be a day or so out.

The next day, still feeling a little tired, I took the trip to Rhamnus and
set about re-doing his dosages, this time with my DNA. It didn't
actually take that long because all I had to do was to remove Kat's
sequences and replace it with my own. A day later and I was ready to
go.

The flight over was uneventful, but pleasant. I had first thought of
using Dad's new Lear jet, but this way was better. I could slip out of the
country either as Kat or one of my other guises and not have to worry
about any awkward questions. Now my timing was off by one day, but
that was no real hardship. It would just mean I would have to change
in one single go, rather than split it over a couple of days. All that time
in the gym and the pool would pay dividends now. 

I had to change before I met my contact. I didn't want to be seen in my
natural shape. That would pose too many problems. Especially with
Cathline and John hanging around Cairo for a week. The worst would
have been to be seen by HIM and the real Kat, but they wouldn't arrive
for another day. Plenty of time.

It's the bottom of the ninth and still all to play for..

The plane landed and I emerged into brilliant sunshine. Much to my
relief my bag wasn't lost, although all my important stuff was in my
hand luggage. A tense moment came at customs when my bag was
searched but the pills aroused little suspicion. A doctor can have
medicine with her, can't she?

I didn't really want to check in my hotel as me. A tall, auburn haired
lady goes in, a shorter, black haired one comes out. Far too risky.
Besides, my second set of false papers would ensure that everything
checked out. A taxi took me to downtown Cairo, and I must admit to
being a nervous at the things to come. I had to lie low until night in
case John and Cathline saw me, and in all the crowds that was not a
difficult task, apart from being one of the tallest women around.

When night came and the streets were quiet I found a secluded spot in
which to change. Quickly checking that I had the right pill I took it.
Hoping that it would work on me. Yuck! I could have made a mint
flavored one. I didn't have long to wait and I sat down waiting for the
changes to occur.

My whole body felt strange but it was in the area of my legs that felt
the weirdest. Under my jeans, I saw flesh begin to ripple and change as
my legs shrunk and reformed. Their shape was subtly different to my
old legs but nice enough, I suppose.

My arms were the next to go and they changed shape in a similar way
to my legs. Kat's hands were a little different to mine, but still all was
going to plan.

My head felt very woozy and I had to shut my eyes. My long auburn
hair pulled away from my shoulders and turned raven black. I could
feel something going on in my face. So far the change had been
painless. I checked my watch hanging loosely around my new wrist.
Just over five minutes gone...

Looking down at my breasts I saw them begin to change shape. Kat's
may be a little larger than mine I guess, but, from what I had seen of
John's, they were very nice.

The drug forced me to sleep for a few minutes as my body shape and
hips reformed into those of Kat's. When I awoke, I got out my small
makeup mirror. Fucking Amazing. Kat's green eyes and feline like
features looked back at me. Checking my watch, and fastening it up
tight again, showed that it had taken 20 minutes for me to turn into
Kat.

'Hello, Dear Kat,' I said in my new voice.

The world looked different from three inches smaller, but I hoped I'd
get used to it. As I walked away and hailed a cab, a sudden wave of
tiredness hit me. I would need my rest tonight.

I had room 117 in the Cairo Holiday Inn. I would have liked the Luxor
or Hilton, but these were taken by my stooges. Anyway, the room was
nice enough for a day or so. I crashed out, and didn't wake until 11am
the next morning.

The next day was the 20th of July. Kat and HIM would be married that
day. The thought of it made me bitter, but my new reflection in the
mirror gave me comfort. Everything was going as planned.

A knock at the door and a swarthy cop walked in. This was to be my
contact.

'Are you Nemesis?' he asked in accented English.

'I am,' I said.

'What is your codeword?'

'Tyche, and yours?' I said.

'Hermes,' came the reply.

'Excellent, tell me of the preparations here.'

'The man with a girl who looks like you will be taken tonight. He will
be drugged with the drug you sent us and then returned one day later.'
He said slowly.

'And the girl with him? Jane Norton, now Stephens?' I asked.

'She will be taken when she next leaves her hotel. This is to be done
after the man is returned. She is to be made to take the pill which you
will give me,' the cop said, waiting for me to do so.

I reached into my bag and got out the required pill and gave it to him.
'Please continue.'

'She is then to be sold to the nearest Harem, and we can keep whatever
she brings at the auction.'

'And their hotel room?' I asked.

'The recording devices are in place, Mistress Nemesis' he replied.

'Excellent. Do you remember your other instructions?'

'Yes, A lady, who's photo you are to provide, is also to be taken and
sold to another Harem in Libya. Again, we can keep whatever she
raises. You have the photo?'.

Again I reached into my bag. Goodbye, Cathline. I'm sorry it had to
end this way, but life's a bitch. Serves you right for trying to use me. I
gave him the photo.

'And the lady with her, who also looks like me?'

'She will be given false leads on this ladies location until she can
return home when you indicate.' the cop said.

That sorts John out as well. I just hope he survives the flight back.

'You realise the penalty for failure?' I asked.

'Yes, mistress. We will not fail. We of the guild have never failed.' And
with that, he left.

I lay in bed, trying out my new body. Although I missed my proper
body, this one had it's compensations. The breasts were a little larger,
which I enjoyed, and her green eyes were very sexy. As I stimulated
my new cunt I marvelled at the new set of sensations that came with
this new body. Kat's Orgasms felt different to mine, less frantic, but
just as intense.

The next day a different man, this time a bell boy, was at my door.

'Nemesis?' he said.

We exchanged codewords as before.

'The man was taken and drugged last night and will be kept for
another 15 hours. Here are the parcels you asked for.'

'Thank you. You remember what to do?'

'Yes, I will tell the police that I saw you put a parcel through a door. I
will do this when you tell me.'

'What about the Lady we sold to a Harem in Libya?'

'That was performed without a hitch. She made nearly three hundred
thousand dollars. The Harem she was sold into was a cruel one. Her
companion has been led to believe she is now in Syria, and then, after
about three weeks, he will be led back to America.

'Perfect, That will be all.'

The parcels contained photo's of the wedding and how Kat now had
her hair. Thankfully, my version was very similar, and could easily be
re-styled. The bugs in their room would ensure I would be kept updated
on all the goings on before I could make the switch.

Some time later and it was time for me to move.  I put on a long
flowing brown skirt (it would have been knee length on the real me,
but never mind). A white blouse came next (I think I'll keep her
breasts, I thought). Taking the parcel with me, I went to the Luxor
Hotel.

The room was easy to find, and the parcel was easy to put thru the
door. I could hear nothing from inside, but I knew from the bugs that
the kidnap had gone well.

Now all I had to do was wait back at my hotel.

I felt euphoric at the recording of the conversation held between Kat
and HIM .
It was working. Everything was working just as I planned. His fevers,
the genetic changes. His despair at his situation was just icing on the
cake. Kat, to give her credit, was trying to help, but I'm afraid there
was nothing she could do to combat my brilliance. I was glad I was
getting rid of Kat, she's very resourceful but all her deductions would,
alas, come too late.

Before I made the swap I checked once more that everything was OK. I
re-read my list again to ensure that I had’nt missed anything.

James/Jane.
===========
Safely locked away. He cannot possibly link me with these events.
 
Cathline.
==========
In A Harem by now. With no chance of escape.

My American Friends.
====================
All Kitties. The surviving ones if any, only know me by the name
Deianeira. There is no chance of the calls being traced.

Vickie Turner.
==============
She knows about all the projects at the lab. She could be a danger, but
the device my 'friends' planted in the power regulators and halon tanks
at the lab will sort her out. A nice clean blast, using Fuel Air
Explosives, will produce a small tactical nuke size boom. Be careful,
Vickie, I'm watching.

John.
=====
Scooting around the Middle East, trying to find Cathline. I don't envy
him trying to get this done in a culture where women are looked on as
second rate. See things to do later list.

The Guild.
==========
Knows me only as Nemesis and in Kat form. Even I couldn't stand up
against the guild. So they will remain human. In any case, for them,
reputation is everything and they would rather die than talk.

Kat.
====
About to be altered and sold into slavery in about 10 minutes. I think
she will set a new record price when she is sold. This will keep the
guild more than happy.

HIM.
====
Slowly but surely turning into me.

Things to do
============

John
- Make sure 'John' is on the plane when HE thinks I am.
- Let him get hold of a certain tape recording.
- Ensure 'John' Collects Kat's luggage.

HIM
- I will make sure he visits my friendly Tattooist.
  This will accomplish three things
    1. Humiliation for him.
    2. Identification purposes for when I get my
       body back.
    3. Prevents him using the equipment at Rhamnus,
       if he finds out about it.

- If he's as clever as I thought, then he will suss me out. I can then put
  my proposal to him.  Expect him to do anything to try and get out of
  it.

- When he is asleep, program in fail-safe codes to ensure his
  compliance and my safety.

- Make sure he is on the verge of despair, and leave him plenty of time
  to be alone. This will speed up the process and make him blame
  himself for his lack of  self control.

Me

- Leave HIM on various pretences. Let one be an argument.

- Arrange 'to do' list when away from him.

- Switch with the real Kat.

- Ensure I change face and identity before leaving Egypt.

- Make Cassette recording of my final conversation to ensure HIS
  compliance.

- Switch last pill with a fixer pill.

- Get out some more gray powder.

- Keep up to date on all the above.

- Remember to give HIM airline tickets and passport in the name of Dr
  Elizabeth Bexley.

- When I return I may have to disappear for a while. I like my house,
  but I mustn't return there as me if it's not safe to do so. Maybe I'll
  become a supermodel and buy it back in a year or so. New Zealand
  sounds nice in the meantime. An island would be nicer though.          
    

I thought that was all. From now on I would have to roll with the
punches. The phone rang. I answered, 'Hello?'

'Hello, Nemesis. This is Hermes. We have the Kat you asked for. She
has been given the drug and she is going to be sold tomorrow. I will
leave her clothes and jewellery at the reception desk. All other plans
are in place.'

'Excellent. Keep her safe, and don't be surprised if she looks different
in the light of day.'

That was it all done. I took Kat's clothes from reception and went back
upstairs. I must admit to having a little cry when I saw Kat's wedding
ring on my finger. 'Come on Liz, no time for sentimentality.' I said
softly. I put on Kat's other clothes and left the hotel.

I was silent in the cab to the Luxor hotel. The taxi driver tried to talk
to me in broken English, but I was having none of it. He pulled up
outside the Luxor hotel and I gave him a generous tip.

I cautiously knocked on the door. No reply. I took Kat's room key and
went inside.

He was laying on the floor obviously unconscious. He looked the same
as I remembered him, maybe a little more muscular, but that would
help my cause.  His legs were certainly not the same as I remembered
them, as they were long, shapely and very feminine. I looked down at
my 'Kat' legs and then at his. I was a little jealous. 

Hang on a second, I thought, I can see ripples under his body. Yes his
body is changing. The sound of bones re-arranging was horrible (did I
sound like that when I got Kat's body?). His muscular torso was now
changing, becoming tauter as his muscles and flesh reshaped to fit his
new bone structure. I watched fascinated as curves formed, as did my
firm, flat stomach. I noticed that his body was taking on the same
shape as I had when I donated the DNA. Could be useful for an eternal
youth drug maybe?

His body now very much resembled my old one, but my hand pressed
to his chest showed that his internal organs we still changing. This
meant that he should be out for a while. I took the opportunity to listen
to the previous conversations between HIM and Kat that I had missed.

It sounded like I had got rid of Kat just in time. Another day or so and
she may have rumbled me, smart girl.

I noticed he was coming round, and was moaning softly. His eyes
opened and he stared at me.

'What did you do? You took one, didn't you?' I said, looking very
concerned.
			
I recalled some lines from a song I heard a long time ago.

'You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the
stairs. The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of
yesteryear, who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity, sentenced
to rejection in the morass of anonymity.

'You who I directed with a lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens.
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare. You who wiped me from
your memory like a greasepaint mask, just like a greasepaint mask.

'But now I'm your snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past.
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just
begun, it's just begun...'

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