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			TG: DNA (5/7)

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                        DNA part 5
                           by
	                Stephanie

CHAPTER 9

	Jim ran his hand over his curving stomach and probed the strange
folds of his vagina, how in the name of God was a baby supposed to fit
through that? Well you might get to find out, said a corner of his mind.
He thrust that away, the chances of him getting pregnant were small, he
decided. I've only had sex as a girl once and you are always hearing of
couples who can't get pregnant, he thought. 

	In a corner of his mind a voice was saying, but what if you are?
He ignored it and got dressed. He ignored the dress and wore a loose
green jumper and a pair of Anne's jeans. He noticed he was still wearing
Julie's crucifix, it looked quite nice to Jim nestled between his
breasts. After he had got home the previous night, Julie had been very
apologetic and comforted Jim as the full enormity of what he had done
had struck him. Jim secretly forgave her, he was actually starting to
like her personality, it was impossible to stay angry with her.

	Downstairs Julie was cooking breakfast for Anne who was just
about to return to the lab. Julie looked nervously at Jim, obviously
afraid that he would tell Anne how she set him up. Jim had no intention
of telling Anne that her lab assistant who, up to a few days before, had
been a tall, strong male, had gone to bed with her boyfriend.

	"How is it going Anne," He asked nervously.

	"Slowly," she replied wearily. "I'm on to something, but it'll
be weeks before it's ready. And I have a more serious problem." She
took a small box out of her handbag and opened it. "This is the last
sample of your original DNA. Without this I can't turn you back into
your old self. But I need more of your original DNA to be absolutely
sure it works."

	Julie looked over at Anne, "Isn't there a way to replicate DNA
in the lab."

	"There is, but it produces instabilities in the DNA. Only DNA
produced in the body can be successfully changed. Of course the other
problem is eventually you will be missed. The solution for both problems
is for someone to take this DNA virus based on Jim's DNA and take his
place. I feel responsible so I'll take it."

	Jim gasped, she was offering to give up her body in the uncertain
hope that she could reverse the process. "It wasn't your fault, Anne."
he said. He saw a small stab of anguish cross her face, she was talking
like she had done it to him, instead of him falling on the vial.
"Anyway, we end up with the same problem. The police would start to
investigate your disappearance and then you wouldn't be able to get into
the lab."

	"I know, but I can't think of what else to do. Well hopefully we
will have a few days before I have to decide."

	Soon Anne was gone back to the lab. Julie was sitting at the
kitchen table with a strange look on her face.

	"What are you thinking, Julie?"

	"I just realised that one person could change into you and not
be missed, me." 

	"I can't let you do that, I remember yesterday when you told me
you'd hate being a man." He was surprised, but touched by the offer.

	"Perhaps, but I'm responsible for last night and I want to make
it up to you. And Anne will be ruined if any of this gets out."

	Jim moved over to her to comfort him. "It's alright, I'm okay.
It was a bit traumatic, but it's over and done with know." He remembered
the previous night, the strange sense of fullness as Paul thrust
powerfully into him. It didn't seem so bad now, looking back on it and 
he had enjoyed it at the time.

	"Well it might not be over and done with," she said glancing
meaningfully at his stomach.

	"I'm not pregnant, the chances of a normal woman being after
just one time is small and my... equipment is probably not functioning
properly yet. I just can't understand why I did it, I didn't have that
much to drink."

	Julie decided not to press the point, if he was pregnant they
still had plenty of time to do something about it. "Well you're like a
novice driver behind a wheel of a racing car, with a whole new set of
hormones running around inside you. With hindsight you were bound to
have a few crashes as you learnt to drive."

	Jim didn't replay and while she was still thinking about what to
say next the phone burst into the silence. Julie went into the hall to
answer it. She barely had time to say "Hello," before a shrill voice
screamed down the line at her.

	"What have you done to me, you bitch!" Julie was stunned, but
the voice was familiar, suddenly it clicked. It was Paul, but he sounded
different, very different.

	"What do you mean?"

	"My face, it's changing! What did you do?"

	"Oh Christ, okay Paul, relax. I have an idea what's happened
stay put and I'll get Anne to come over and help."

	"Anne! She mustn't find out what happened between us!" The
voice virtually screamed down the line.

	"If I'm right, she is the only one who can help. Stay where you
are. We'll be over in half an hour." She hung up, well, so much for
keeping it quiet, she thought. Now the shit will really hit the fan. She
quickly dialled Anne's mobile phone number.

	Jim entered the hall as she got through to Anne, he was about
to ask her what was going on when she got through. "Anne, you got to get
back here quickly!... No...it's not Jim. But it's related to that."
Julie put down the phone and leaned against the wall, breathing a weary
sigh.

	"Julie, what is going on?"

	She looked at him, "I'm going to have to tell Anne what we got
up to last night."

	"Why! She'll go ballistic!"

	"That was Paul on the phone, he may not have given you a little
present last night, but you may have given him one. I think he caught
your DNA virus."

	Jim winced, he looked forlornly out the window. Just in time to
see Anne screeching to a halt outside the house. She ran inside and
met the two nervous looking twins. "What's happening!" She demanded.

	For once Julie seemed lost for words.

CHAPTER 10

	Anne stared at the two worried looking girls, one of them said
to her, "Come on, I'll drive." Julie guided her back to her car and
climbed in. Despite the fact that Jim and Julie were now physically
identical, they were very easy to tell apart. Julie was very self-assured
while Jim was very demure and quiet. He also looked very embarrassed as
he clambered into the back seat of Anne's car.

	She went round to the far side and got in next to Julie, "What's
going on." She demanded again.

	"Okay, Anne, is the virus in Jim's body still active?"

	"Well, yes. That's why I can't change Jim back, his virus fights
off any attempt by another DNA virus."

	Julie gazed out the window, avoiding contact with Anne's eyes.
"Is it possible for Jim to infect other people with the virus."

	Anne thought about it, "Theoretically, yes. But it would be
difficult to transmit without really intimate contact." Suddenly it all
clicked in her head. She stared open mouth at Jim and Julie who both
avoided her stare. "ARE YOU TELLING ME JIM HAS HAD SEX WITH SOMEONE!"

	"Stop shouting. Yes, it was my fault, I set him up with as a
joke." She said quietly.

	"A JOKE!! I brought you in to hide Jim, not to get him a date!
What was her name?"

	"Umm....his name actually." 

	"You set him up with a MAN! Are you mad." She redirected her
attention at Jim. "Why on Earth did you go along with this."

	Jim was deeply embarrassed and was blushing deeply. "It seemed
like harmless fun, but this body can't hold it's drink like my old one."

	"One of your friends, I suppose, Julie?"

	Here we go, thought Julie. "No...It was Paul." She closed her
eyes and waited for Anne to tear her head off. But nothing happened,
she risked a glance at Anne. She was frozen with her mouth open and the
first signs of tears in her eyes.

	Slowly Anne pulled herself together, "You're right I can't drive
like this. I'll give you directions, unless Jim remembers the way." She
added acidly. She regretted that last remark when she heard sobbing
coming from the back seat. She turned around to see tears running down
Jim's face. He even looks good when he's crying she thought.

	Between sobs he said, "I couldn't help it. My body seemed to
want it. I couldn't stop it."

	"It's not your fault Jim." She said quietly and said little
nothing else apart from directions the rest of the short drive to Paul's
house.

	When they arrived there was no indication, of what strange events
might be happening inside. Anne marched up to the door closely followed
by the two girls and hammered on it. There was no reply, the house seemed
empty, but Paul's car was still in the drive. She pulled her keyring out
of her pocket and used the key for Paul's house.

	Inside it became obvious that something was going on. A hall
mirror lay smashed on the floor and the phone was off the hook. Julie
was about to say something when Anne shushed her. Julie strained her
ears and could hear someone crying upstairs. Anne motioned them to stay
where they were while she headed upstairs.

	She had been in this house many times over the years and was as
familiar with it as her own home. But now it felt different, she realised
she was afraid of what she would find at the top of the stairs. The door
to the main bedroom was ajar and Anne could see Paul's muscular body
lying on it, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. She pushed open the
door.

	"Don't look at me." Paul cried and leapt down behind the far side
of the bed. Anne was totally shocked, the body was still recognisably
Paul's but the voice, if she hadn't known better she would have sworn
it was Julie's! 

	"It's alright, darling. I think I know what's happening to you.
I can help." She looked over the side of the bed and looked down at the
back of Paul's head. His black hair had been replaced by long, silky
blonde hair. He turned around and looked at her, his face covered with
fear. But it was no longer his face, it was Julie's.

	"What's happening to me?" He said in a strangled whisper. The
virus had obviously got down to his throat, because he spoke in Julie's
high register.

	Anne thought fast, the amount of the virus he had picked up from
Jim must have been very small. That was why the change had taken till
this morning to become apparent to Paul. But the virus would be
multiplying exponentially, and the changes would get faster and faster.
She realised that to have affect him from the head first, it must have
come from some juices he had licked off Jim. She knew how much he
enjoyed oral sex. If she was to save his masculinity at all she had to
act now. She yelled downstairs, "Julie, get the sample case out of the
trunk of my car. Hurry!"

	As Julie ran out to the car Anne explained to Paul what she was
going to do, she told him how far her research had gone and that he had
picked up the transforming virus. He seemed to pick up the basics, but
how much he really understood in his distressed state she didn't know.
"Most of your body is still untransformed, now if I had your DNA mixed
in with my virus I could inject it into you and protect the rest of your
body. But by the time I had that ready you'd be 100% female."

	"NO!" Paul shrieked.

	"It's okay, calm down. The virus you picked up is only one of
several I developed. I took several samples from other researchers at
the institute, one of them is a thirty year old male, a bit on the small
side, but quite fit. At least this way, you'll stay male."

	"But, I've got a girl's face."

	"I'm working on a cure, but it might take a while. Worse comes
to the worse, there is always plastic surgery." Privately she doubted
anyone could make a male face out of the one Paul now had.

	Julie burst into the room and almost dropped the large bag she
was holding in shock. She had never seen Jim before his change and still
found it hard to believe he had ever been a man. But here was a man in
middle of transforming, with a large well developed male body, but with
her face!

	"Give me the bag." demanded Anne. Julie did so, never taking her
eyes off Paul. Anne rummaged through her bag, finding her small sample
box. In it was four samples, she checked them off in her mind to make
sure she got the right one. There was Julie's sample, next to it was the
last sample of Jim's DNA. The next sample was from Dr Peterson from the
floor below Anne's lab. But he was black and Anne didn't think Paul
would like having a white head on a black body. That left Alan Lewis who
worked with Dr Peterson, he was barely five feet tall, but she had no
other choice than to use his sample.

	She began prepping a syringe. She worked as quickly as possible,
when she heard Julie gasp in surprise. She looked up to see what had
alarmed her, it quickly became obvious Paul was growing breasts.

	Paul looked down at his bare chest as it transformed, the small
amount of hair vanished and his chest started to swell. They watched in
awe as two magnificent breasts grew. He felt the two heavy weights on
his chest, his nipples expanded into large sensitive female nipples. He
reached up with his still masculine hand and caressed one of his nipples.
They were very familiar tits, he had sucked on them the previous night.
He had just never expected to see them from this angle.

	Anne moved quickly and injected the virus into his leg. Paul
fell back to the floor as the two viruses raced through his body trans-
forming his body. He felt himself shrinking, the second virus raced
through his groin and down his legs. Halfway to the torso it was met by
Julie's virus coming the other way and just as Anne had hoped neither
virus could affect a cell already transformed.

	Paul struggled on to his feet, ignoring Anne and Julie, his
shorts, now too large for him, fell to his ankles.He looked in the
mirror and saw a stranger there. The face was horribly familiar, but
his mind refused to accept that it was now his. Gone was his rugged
face, to be replaced by a more rounded, far softer one. He ran one hand
over his smooth cheek, he realised he would never have to shave his
face again and he felt a profound loss. He pulled his hand away from
his new face and examined it.

	Like his face it had changed totally, instead of the wide strong
hands he was use to he now had petite, slim hands with long refined
fingers. Obviously as feminine as his new face. He looked in the mirror
at the breasts hanging off his chest. They had finished growing and
seemed far bigger than had been on the girl he had had sex with the
previous night. 

	They seemed totally alien to him, the way they bobbed and
jiggled. He held them in his feminine hands and felt their soft weight.
He found the feeling of his breasts being held turning himself on, even
though he was the one holding them. He felt his highly sensitive nipples
spring erect. He felt an even bigger erection between his thighs.

	He looked in the mirror at his groin and legs. The legs were far
less muscular than the ones he was use to and far shorter, but they were
still male legs, he was relieved to have a penis but he realised as he
looked at it, that it wasn't his. He noticed that it was slightly bigger
than his original penis, but he got no comfort from that.

	He felt a much larger pang of loss. No part of his new body was
familiar, he felt lost in an alien body.

	He heard the door shut and turned to see Anne standing there,
"I sent Julie out while I explain what happened to you." She explained.

	He sat on the bed with a buzzing noise in his head as Anne
explained how he had been infected by someone transformed into her
niece. "If she wasn't Julie, who was she?" He asked

	"She was my lab assistant, Jim." she explained

	"SHE'S A MAN?" He exclaimed

	"Well he was, he wasn't as lucky as you. You're still male where
it counts. I am going to do everything I can to sort out this mess, but
when I do, we are finished, you understand?"

	"I'm sorry, Anne." He pleaded in his new girlish voice. "It won't
happen again."

	"Damn right, it won't. I don't think I can ever trust you again."

	She pulled out a shirt from his wardrobe and a pair of running
shorts. The shirt seemed to have grown into a tent since he had last 
worn it, he realised just how small he was now. The running shorts were
also ridiculously large, but at least they would stay up with the draw
string pulled as tight as possible.

	He looked in the mirror, She is quite a desirable woman, he
thought. But you could tell something was not right, the hips were too
thin to be a woman's. And the legs which were only slightly hairy as a
man, were far too hairy for a woman.

	"Come on you'll have to stay at my place."

	Paul realised he couldn't stay here, no one would recognise him.
And Paul would be missed.

	Downstairs Julie was telling Jim what had happened, "So now
there are two and a half of me." She saw a small grin slip across Jim's
pretty face.

	"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

	Julie grinned openly, Jim was finally coming to terms with his
body and Julie was starting to like him. The bedroom door opened and
Anne and Paul appeared at the top of the stairs.

	Jim had changed just as much as Paul had just done, but even he
could not believe how different Paul was. He seemed much smaller than
the infinitely strong man who had possessed him the night before. Jim
noticed the male hips an legs Paul had, and was secretly glad that he
had beautifully smooth legs and full hips.

	Paul was visibly shocked by the twins sat at the bottom of the
stairs. "Which one is the one I...uh."

	"Guess." said Julie. Both she and Jim grinned up at him enjoying
his discomfort. 

	Anne glared at them, she noticed they looked more and more like
close sisters. "Paul is going to leave a note, it might hold off any
investigators long enough for me to sort out this problem."

	It took a few attempts for Paul to write a note, with his shaking
hands. Then they went back to Anne's car and all four were soon on there
way back to Anne's house.

CHAPTER 11

	They were soon inside and Anne went upstairs to lay on her bed.
This was just getting worse and worse, how could she stop this. Was the
whole country going to be overrun with Julie clones? Relentlessly her mind
started work on the problem, stopping the virus from spreading should, in
principle, be easier than removing it all together.

	As she worked on the problem Anne and Jim did the washing from
breakfast. Jim didn't enjoy doing the washing up any more than he did as
a man, but as he calmed down from the events of the previous two days he
realised how much he enjoyed being with Julie. She seemed genuinely
repentant over what she had done and the offer to take Jim's place seemed
real. Paul sat in the chair in the dining room, shaking slightly and
refusing to talk to anyone. Jim knew how he felt and left him to it, in
time he would calm down and then they could sort things out. Jim asked
Julie if she was serious about taking his place.

	She thought about it for a few seconds, "Yeah, for several
reasons. One, I put you in a very bad situation, I just hope you're
right and you aren't pregnant. Two, with both Paul and you 'missing' any
investigation will go straight to Anne, because she is the only
connection. If 'Jim' isn't missing, they won't concentrate on her and she
can get a cure. If she can't finish her research, you may be stuck that
way."

	"But," he persisted. "You'll be giving up your body, even your
sex, I know how bad that can be."

	"You're surviving, being male won't be that bad and it won't
be forever. At least I hope not. A few months at most."

	Jim found tears welling up and he hugged Julie, "Thank you," he
said very emotionally.

	"I'm not doing it just for you, Anne is a very good friend."
Despite her words she was touched by Jim's concern. "Anyway, you go get
hairy legs in there some stuff from my suitcase, while I try and
convince Anne."

	Jim went into the dining room, Paul had not moved, "How are you?"
He asked.

	Paul looked at him, "Which one are you, the real Julie or the
man?"

	"I'm Jim. Come on, we better find you some clothes that fit you.
Julie has some of her stuff upstairs."

	"I'm not putting on women's clothes. I'm not a transvestite!" He
virtually screamed at Jim.

	"Be reasonable. Anyway, you're wearing the clothes of the
opposite sex now. No way are you fully male anymore." Paul's face
slumped at that, but he put up no resistance as Jim lead him to the
spare bedroom. As he passed the main bedroom door he heard an argument
going on inside.

	"No way am I letting you do this. We have a couple of weeks
before the police will be called in about any disappearances. I have a
good chance of finding the cure by then." Anne said heatedly.

	"We can't take the chance, even if I become Jim then, they will
probably still connect it to Paul's vanishing act. We have to do it now,
while no one suspects Jim is missing!" 

	"NO! And that is my final word on the matter." Julie argued for
several minutes more but Anne would not budge. Finally she stormed out of
the bedroom and almost ran over Paul and Jim.

	"I suppose you heard all that? I'm sorry Jim, I tried." 

	Jim smiled sadly, "Don't be, none of this is your fault. There
is no reason for you to ruin your life."

	She nodded and headed back downstairs. Jim took Paul into the
spare bedroom and pulled out Julie's suitcase. It was unlocked and he
went through it looking for something suitable, he noticed there were
some jeans in there after all. Forcing him to wear a dress yesterday had
just been another prank of hers. Somehow, he didn't mind, he had enjoyed
the soft caress of the summer dress after all. He pulled out a tight
short leather skirt, a white, frilly blouse and some underwear.

	Paul's eyes bulged at the sight of the clothes he was supposed
to wear. "I am not wearing that." Jim smiled at the memory of him saying
the same thing just yesterday.

	"We've got one suitcase between three people, there isn't much
left. Come on it won't feel so bad, just look at it as a new experience."
He undid Paul's shirt and helped him take off his running shorts. There
he encountered something he had forgotten about. Paul was still male from
the waist down. Jim blushed and quickly handed Paul some white silk
panties. Jim watched as Paul pulled them on, he felt envious that Paul
was still male. At the same time he found a small level of attraction to
it. He put it down to his new body, he was not as disturbed by the new
desires it had. The panties didn't fit that well, the outline of Paul's
cock was clearly viable through it.

	Jim put Paul's arms through the straps of the bra, Paul felt a
strange sense of pleasurable confinement in the bra. He looked down at
them, they looked beautiful in the silk bra. Paul was surprisingly adept
at putting on the pantyhose, Jim supposed it was because he'd seen women
do it so often. "It feels odd." Paul said.

	"It's like a second skin, isn't it. Feels a part of you. I only
wore a pair for the first time yesterday, for our date." Paul's cock
stirred at the memory and Jim felt oddly pleased he had caused this
reaction in him.

	"Yeah, they looked good on you. You were magnificent in bed. I've
never met a girl who reacted so strongly, I can honestly say I've never
had better sex than last night." Jim found himself starting to get turned
on again, the strange tingle was starting in his breasts and pussy. He
looked at Paul's cock that was straining in it's silken confines.

	He found himself reaching down with his hand and stroking it
through Paul's lingerie. It was as hard as an iron rod. Jim pushed Paul
back onto the bed and yanked down the pantyhose and panties. He stroked
Paul's cock a few times and then he slowly bent towards it. As his face
got closer to it, he smelt it's musky scent which turned him on even
more. Before he fully realised what he was doing, he had the head in his
mouth.

	He licked and sucked on the knob and slowly started to pump his
mouth up and down on Paul's hard maleness. His hands ripped open his
jeans and he plunged one hand down to his hot pussy. While he sucked
Paul's cock, he played with himself. He stroked his clit and made small
thrusting motions with his wide hips. He could hear Paul gasping in his
high feminine voice as he approached orgasm. Jim went over the edge and
came as Paul held his head on the hard cock and climaxed deeply into
Jim's throat. Jim deep in the throes of pleasure eagerly drank Paul's
salty cum.

	Finally Paul released his grip on Jim's head and they both
slumped back exhausted by the intensity of their love making. Paul had
a sudden thought, "I'm not going to transform you into a man from all
that cum you swallowed?"

	"If only it was that easy! If I was the real Julie I probably
be half way to manhood by now. I can't control this body, it is just so
different from what I'm use to. I was 100% hetrosexual before I got
stuck in this body, now I'm a cocksucker." Paul hoped privately that
his male half would stop his orientation from slowly changing.

	Paul pulled up his underwear over his now limp dick and put on
the blouse. Jim held out the leather skirt and Paul stepped into it. Jim
pulled it up and zipped it closed. It felt very odd to Paul, and left him
feeling half exposed. The only pair of shoes left were a pair of sandles
with a two inch heel. Paul looked in the mirror, with his male half
hidden he looked a complete woman.

	Jim looked at him in the mirror, "You could use some makeup, but
I've ever put any on myself, so you can ask Julie later."

	"I'm not wearing makeup!" Paul declared hotly. Maybe not now
thought Jim, but you are half female now, you will want to eventually.
He realised he wanted to put some on himself, to make himself look
better. The feminine thoughts were starting not to bother him anymore.

	Downstairs in the kitchen, Julie sat fuming. She had to do
something to help Jim and Anne. She had hurt both of them with her prank
the day before, God knows what she would do if Jim was pregnant. He only
slept with Paul because he was drunk, he wouldn't do anything like that
sober. Jim was hiding it well, but he must be in torment inside.

	While she was thinking her eyes drifted to the bag on the table.
It was Anne's sample bag! She quickly opened it and looked at the three
remaining samples. She pulled out the one labelled Jim and removed the
top with shaking hands and swallowed the contents with one gulp.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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