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			TG: DNA (4/7)

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                        DNA part 4
                           by
	                Stephanie

CHAPTER 7

	It was dawn by the time Dr Anne Chamberlain drove tiredly home.
She had planned to have the cure to Jim's predicament ready by now, but
things had not gone according to plan. Anne had not discovered any way
to remove the DNA altering virus which had turned Jim into a very pretty
young woman.

	She had decided wisely to take some well needed rest for several
hours before returning to the problem. The house was quiet, Jim and Julie
were obviously not up yet. Anne stumbled into her room and was about to
collapse on her bed, when she saw it was already occupied by two twin
girls in their late teens. The one on the far side was snoring softly,
it took her a moment to realise it was Jim and Julie. Anne still had
misgivings about involving Julie in this, but only Julie could keep Jim
under wraps until Anne could cure him, if she could cure him. She could
not decide which one was Julie so she just woke the one nearest to her.

	"Whassup?" The girl said softly.

	"Julie?" asked Anne.

	"Well of course I'm Julie, who did you think I was? Santa
Claus?" Then she looked over to the other side of the bed, "Oh, yeah, I
forgot."

	"How is he?"

	"I can barely believe he was a man," Julie replied. "If he wasn't
my clone, I'd have thought this was some practical joke. I think he was
a bit rattled by his encounter with your boyfriend."

	"Well, Paul does come on strong to woman. His eyes wander all
the time. But he'd never do anything but look and flirt a bit."

	Julie nodded, "But Jim doesn't know that. He had absolutely no
experience on how to deal with that sort of thing. But I'll teach him
how to deal with men on the prowl."

	"No, you won't." Anne had to struggle to keep her voice quiet.
"You just keep him out of sight of anyone and keep him calm. That's all.
I'll have this problem solved in a few days."

	"Any progress?"

	"Well, not exactly, I'm following up an idea that may make it
possible to replace it with a new virus once, any more would cause the
whole genetic structure to break down. It means any user could change his
or her genetic makeup twice. I've produced some samples and I'll see how
they've progressed tonight. The trick is to find a way of removing the
virus, without harming Jim." Anne yawned.

	"You get some sleep. I'll get the spare bed ready for you, best
to leave Jim to sleep."

			**********

	"Time to wake up, Jim."

	Jim opened his eyes and looked up at Julie, The sun was streaming
in through the window and Julie was already dressed. "Is Anne back yet?"

	"Yeah, she's in the spare room fast asleep. She has made some
progress, but you're stuck as me for another day."

	Jim looked a little despondent, "Hey, it's not that bad." Julie
said. "Come on, you have a shower and I'll pick out some of my stuff for
you."

	Jim made his way to the bathroom, feeling the odd but not
unpleasant feeling of his silky nightie against his smooth legs. He
locked the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror. He stared at
the girl in the mirror, at her ruffled hair and sleepy face, she was
still exceptionally attractive. Jim pulled off the nightie and stepped
into the shower. As he washed, he felt the streams of water hitting
his breasts. He found the feeling erotic and was soon more than slightly
aroused. For all its strangeness this body felt good.

	When he had finished he dried his body. He wasn't quite sure
how to dry his long hair, so he decided to ask Julie. He put on one of
Anne's dressing gowns, at first sight he thought it would be too small
for him, but he remembered he was a lot smaller than he remembered and
it fit well except for around his ample chest. In the end he had to leave
it slightly open displaying a lot of cleavage. Jim still had great
difficulty in believing this beautiful girl was him.

	When he returned to the bedroom Julie had just finished laying
out some clothes for him. He saw a white silk bra and panties set and a
cream colored summer dress, "I'm not wearing a dress." He told her

	"Well in my hurry to pack last night, I didn't bring anything
other than dresses and skirts, so you either wear that or run around
in your underwear giving everyone a thrill." 

	"Well, alright." He agreed reluctantly, he wondered what it
would feel like to wear such a lovely outfit. He caught himself thinking
that and grimaced, the sooner Anne cured him the better.

	"If you need any help, just yell." She locked the suitcase and
put it in the corner. She was glad she was able to shut it before he saw
the two pairs of jeans in there.

	When he was alone Jim pulled the panties up his long slim legs.
They fitted perfectly. Next came the bra, he slipped his arms into the
straps and positioned his breast in the cups. He managed with a little
struggle to do up the bra, how did women do this day after day without
breaking there arms? He adjusted it and was surprised how comfortable
it was. The bra Anne had bought him yesterday was obviously just a
little too small, but this fitted perfectly. He found himself
exhilarating in the feeling of the bra cosseting his substantial breasts.

	Then he turned to the dress, after a momentary indecision he put
it on. feeling the folds of the cool, soft fabric falling around his
body. It had a very feminine smell and Jim felt the faint stirrings of
arousal. Julie had left some shoes out for him, they had a two-inch heel
which he found slightly odd to walk in. 

	He practised walking in them and watched himself in the mirror.
It was nearly impossible to believe that in the beautiful young woman in
the mirror was the mind of a tall muscled man. The dress felt strange,
every time he moved he felt it brushing against his shapely legs. It
made him feel very vulnerable.

	He headed downstairs and found Julie flicking through the
channels on the television looking for something interesting. She looked
up as Jim entered and smiled, "That looks good on you."

	"It feels weird." Jim said and slumped into the chair.

	"Yeah, I understand. If I became a man, I'd probably freak out."
She looked at him and grinned broadly. "There is one thing you must
remember when wearing a dress, unless you want the world as your 
gynaecologist you keep your knees together."

	Jim snapped his legs shut and pulled the hem of his dress over
his knees. Julie was amused to see him blushing. "Come on, Anne told me
to wake her up in a couple of hours. I'm going to put dinner together
for her, want to give a hand?"

	His experience in the kitchen didn't go beyond ready-to-cook
meals and sandwiches, but he decided to keep himself occupied rather
than just sit and worry about the future. For the next hour Jim was kept
busy. He wasn't much help, but it did keep him occupied.

	About noon, a still tired looking Anne came down and devoured
the meal. Her first proper meal since breakfast the day before. As she
was about to leave for the institute, she turned and said to Jim. "I'm
really sorry Jim, I promise I'll get you back to normal soon."

	"It's not your Anne, It was just bad luck I fell on the sample."

	Anne nodded and managed a weak smile. But she felt a knot of
anguish, it was her fault. She had done this to him just because she was
impatient. She noticed he was wearing a dress, Anne was worried what a
prolonged stay in that body would do his mental outlook.

	After she had gone Julie said "Poor auntie. She's wearing
herself out."

	"She feels responsible for what happened to me." Jim said sadly.

CHAPTER 8

	The day had turned warm and sunny and Julie decided to sunbathe.
Jim declined an offer to join her and sat in the shade while Julie
stripped to her bra and panties and laid out in the sun.

	At some point Jim must have dozed off, because when he awoke he
heard Julie answer the phone.

	"No, she's been and gone. You know what she's like when she is
really on to something.......Well, I don't know, I'm not sure it's the
right thing to do......." She laughed. "Well since you put it that way!
.......Alright, seven o'clock it is. Seeya bigboy."

	"Your boyfriend?" asked Jim as she returned.

	"No." She said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yours."

	Jim felt a stab of fear. "That was Paul wasn't it!"

	"Yeah, you really made an impression on him yesterday. What did
you do? Grope him?"

	"NO!" He replied blushing furiously. "I'm not going out on a
date with him!"

	"Why not, look it won't go anywhere on a first date and he is a
gentleman. He'll take no as an answer."

	"Not too much of a gentleman to two-time his girlfriend."
Despite himself, Jim found himself warming to the idea.

	"Look, in a day or so you'll be back to your male self. Why not
see what it's like to be wined and dined. He'll not expect too much on a
first date I'll phone him tomorrow, break it off with him and he'll be
too embarrassed to tell Anne. It might stop him from straying for real."

	Jim said "NO!!" as firmly as he could in his contralto voice and
stalked upstairs. As he lay on the bed he mulled it over in his mind,
what on earth was up with that girl? She must be mad, slowly however he
saw it from her point of view. It would be fun to see what it was like
from the other side. Paul was a gentleman and wouldn't try anything if
Jim objected. But what if you didn't object a part of his mind said. He
rejected that with a smirk, of course he would object, being in a woman's
body would not make him fancy men. He remembered ogling Julie as she sun-
bathed, yep, he still preferred women. And maybe doing this would stop him
from straying with other women so this might help Anne rather than hurt
her.

	As the hours passed he came round to Julie's view, it would be
an unique experience for a man (as if he hadn't had enough of those).
Julie was delighted when he told her, and immediately started to get him
ready. She decided the dress was good enough for the date but she gave
some pantyhose for him to wear and she did his hair and makeup.

	The pantyhose felt very strange on his soft legs, almost like a
second skin. He loved the quiet swishing noise they made as they rubbed
against each other. Julie wouldn't let him see himself as she slowly and
methodically applied his makeup. When she finally let him see himself he
gaped in amazement. I'm beautiful he thought.

	Julie's skilful work had made Jim's face even more beautiful.
He admired the glossy red lips and delicate blusher. He was entranced by
the gorgeous woman in the mirror, when he felt something tugging at his
ear. Julie had clipped a silver earring onto his ear, the strange tugging
feeling felt odd, but seemed to fit somehow. She delicately added some
perfume and she stood back to admire her work.

	Finally she took off her silver crucifix necklace and put it on
Jim. She looked at his face in the mirror, "Go knock him dead, sister."
He continued to admire the goddess in the mirror until the doorbell
interrupted. "Right, that's him, Jim. Go and enjoy yourself and don't do
anything I wouldn't do." Despite Jim's shocked protestations she dropped
a packet of condoms in his purse, "Just in case you really can't control
yourself." she said.

	Jim set off downstairs to answer the door, while Julie had to
stay out of sight in the bedroom. Suddenly this seemed like an insane
idea to Jim, what was he thinking of when he agreed to this. Taking a
few deep breaths to steady his nerves, he opened the door.

	Paul was on the doorstep, dressed casually. He smiled when he
saw Jim, "Hi Julie, You're looking lovely tonight."

	"Thank you, Paul." Jim was very disconcerted by the complement.
Paul escorted him to the car opened the door for him. Jim struggled into
the seat belt, his tits were large and beautiful but they got in the way.
Paul got in the driving seat, gunned the car and surged down the street.

	Julie watched in apprehension as they drove off, it had all been
one big joke up to now. But she was not sure Jim could handle his new
body. The condoms had just been Julie's way of having fun, but now she
wasn't sure he would not need it. The body seemed to be affecting him
slightly, though he was still mostly male in his head, he did seem 
almost feminine at times. Also, she was not sure Paul was a perfect
gentleman. Julie just hoped Anne didn't hear about this.

	Jim watched Paul as he drove the car into the fashionable part of
town. If he remembered correctly Paul owned a small law firm which
brought in a fair sum of money. Jim watched the muscles moving under
Paul's shirt as he drove, he was quite handsome. 

	Paul opened the door for him, Jim was expecting this and thanked
him. Paul then pointed his elbow at him, Jim looked at it before he
realised he was supposed to give Paul his arm to hold as he escorted him.
The restaurant was on the river front and they enjoyed the walk to it.

	As they walked Jim was aware of other men passing by giving his
well endowed figure lustful glances. At first he was a bit perturbed by
this, but when he saw he was getting envious glances from women he
started to enjoy himself. 

	Despite himself, Jim was finding himself more and more wrapped
up in his role. The restaurant itself was very exclusive and Paul had
booked a good table. He's pulling out the stops on this one, Jim
realised. He also pulled the chair out for Jim to sit down.

	As Jim was smoothing his dress, the waiter handed Paul the food
and wine list. "What would you like, darling?" Paul asked.

	Jim was overwhelmed with being out in public as a female for the
first time, "Um...surprise me." He finally managed. Paul was pleased and
quickly made the suggestions, Jim realised Paul was a bit old fashioned
and liked to make the decisions.

	His order was some exotic Japanese dish which Jim didn't
recognise, but tasted nice. He noticed that Paul was refilling Jim's
wine glass after almost every sip. He's trying to get me drunk, thought
Jim with a small smile. Not much chance there, I can drink everyone under
the table at my local bar. 

	They passed the time with small talk, both avoiding the subject
of Anne. Paul told him about his fascination for sport cars and was
surprised when Jim showed his extensive knowledge for the subject. The
time passed quickly and Jim found himself enjoying himself. 

	Just before the dessert came round, Jim felt a sudden pressure
in his bladder and excused himself. He felt slightly unsteady on his
feet, he cursed the high heels and set off for the ladies. Paul watched
Jim's ass wiggle sexily as he made his way to the washroom, she really
was a find. Demure, quiet and a beautiful young woman. She was young
enough to be his daughter, but Paul really didn't care. Perhaps he could
get her back to his place with a promise of showing her his sport cars.

	Jim looked around the ladies and was momentarily confused when
he could not find a urinal. Finally he remembered that he could not use
one anyway and went into a stall. he clumsily pulled down his pantyhose
and panties, hitched up his dress and sat down. This isn't just the
shoes, he realised, I'm a little drunk. But I didn't drink that much, he
protested. But he had drunk more than enough to get this smaller body
intoxicated. 

	As he undulated his way back to Paul he smiled. Slightly drunk
or not he could still handle him. Soon they were heading back to Paul's
car. Jim still smiling slightly, the drink combined with his high heels
left him more than slightly wobbly. Paul put his arm around Jim's waist
to stabilise him. Like the night before, Jim realised he found the
strong arm around him protective. With out consciously thinking about it
he put his own arm around Paul feeling his muscles under his shirt.
"Do you work out?" he asked Paul.

	"When I can, Do you like what you feel?"

	Jim grinned broadly at the obvious come-on, but felt no threat
from it. Paul was wondering whether to take advantage of her or not, he
had not cheated on Anne before. But then such a young woman had never
shown such an interest in him before. He helped Jim into the car and
they drove off into the night.

			***********
	Paul took a different route back through the city and soon was
pulling into a drive way of an expensive house. "You look tired," He
explained. "I thought I'd get you some coffee before I take you home."
He helped Jim out of the car.

	"Thank you, Paul. Very nice house you have."

	"Well, it was on our way to where you're staying, so I thought
we'd stop off here for a bit." Jim heard the obvious suggestion in his
words, and some of his drink induced happiness was replaced by an edge
of fear.

	"Well, alright, but I can't stay long." Paul's house was
impressive, but not grandiose. He let Jim in and after he had shut the
door, he smiled and walked slowly towards him, drinking in Jim's
luscious form. Jim was frozen like a rabbit in a car's headlights, he
knew exactly what was on Paul's mind. The only question was how to get
away from him and back to Anne's house.

	Paul reached Jim and stroked his soft cheek with his hand,
"Julie, you are one of the most intelligent and beautiful woman I've
met." He lowered his face to Jim's to kiss him on the lips, Jim tried
to think of something to say to stop him but nothing came to his drink
addled mind. The idea of physically resisting never occurred to him, he 
felt weak next to Paul's hard strength. 

	Their lips met and Jim's mind was assaulted by the same strange
feelings he had had the night before. Paul reached around Jim and pulled
his small frame tightly to his. Jim felt his breasts pressed against
Paul's broad chest, he felt his nipples start to tingle and become
aroused again. His mind was saying no, but the strong wine together
with his strange female body conspired to stop him putting up all but
the feeblest of protests.

	All he could concentrate on was that here was a man and a woman
about to partake in the oldest ritual on Earth. What could be more
natural than that. One of Paul's strong hands rubbed Jim in the small of
the back before drifting down to the round swell of his ass.

	Jim felt the strange dampness between his legs as Paul caressed
him. Paul broke off the kiss just long enough to whisper in Jim's ear.
"Lets go upstairs, Julie." 

	Suddenly Paul hefted him into his arms and carried him upstairs
like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

	In the car, Jim's purse lay on the floor where it had fallen.

	Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was very stylishly
furnished. Jim noticed none of this as Paul lowered him onto the bed.
There was a strange air of unreality to the situation for Jim. He had
been in situations like this before, but it was so different to be on
the other side for once. He sat up and said, "We really shouldn't be
doing this. You're Anne's boyfriend after all."

	"We have a very liberal attitude, Anne and me. And what she
doesn't know won't hurt her." He replied with a smile. Paul's strong
hand moved to Jim's knee and started to caress it through the thin
fabric of his dress. Jim found the feeling to be very sensuous and
he found himself leaning over to Paul for another kiss. Paul reached
round and stroked Jim's full blonde hair.

	Jim watched with a strange detachment as Paul pulled the dress
from under his bottom and lifted it over his head. This isn't happening,
a part of him wailed, he gathered his will power for one last attempt to
break away. But then he felt Paul's hand at his ample bra-covered breast.
Jim gave a small moan as Paul slipped his hand inside the cup to gently
touch Jim's erect nipple. Jim remembered what his male nipples felt like
when his girlfriend used to tweak them, but this was a thousand times
better. Paul watched Jim as he caressed his nipple, his head was tilted
back letting his luscious hair drape down his back and was moaning
slightly with his eyes half closed.

	Jim lost himself in the feeling and had no idea of how long Paul
massaged his breasts. Suddenly he felt his bra loosen, Paul had undone
it and he helped to take it off. Jim's mind was in turmoil, part of him
was in shear terror of what Paul was doing, another revelled in it and
a small part of him watched from a detached corner of his mind. Here he
was a twenty-five year old heterosexual male, in another man's bedroom,
wearing only a pair of panties while a man massaged his tits!

	Paul lowered Jim onto his back and leant over to kiss his nipple.
He teased it into his mouth and sucked and nipped on it. Jim was lost,
his whole being centered on his nipples as Paul expertly sucked on them.
Then he felt a hand at his crotch, as Paul roughly pulled Jim's panties
down.

	Paul let Jim's nipple go and slowly drifted down Jim's supple
belly, giving small kisses as he went. Jim could not believe how erotic
that felt, as a man he had centered on breasts and crotch, but now every
part of him from head to toe felt extremely aroused. Even the sheets of
the bed under him felt wonderful.

	By now Paul had reached Jim's crotch and he planted a kiss on
his lower pair of lips. That single touch almost sent Jim to the edge,
already he could feel a ferocious need to have something in his vagina.
Paul obviously knew what he was doing and he expertly licked Jim's clit.
Very quickly Jim felt an explosion and had his second climax as a woman.

	It raced all over his body and he squirmed under Paul in ecstasy.
For what seemed like hours he lay there, feeling the remains of his
orgasm slowly dying down. Enjoy the shifting weight of his breasts and
the strange new equipment between his legs. It was more than that though,
every inch of his body was changed, he barely knew himself now.

	The bed shifted as another weight joined Jim on it. He opened
his eyes and looked over at Paul, he had quickly undressed and was now
as naked as Jim. For his age Paul was remarkably fit and Jim looked at
his well developed muscles. The orgasm had cleared his mind a bit and
Jim was desperately trying to think of a way too get out of there. Then
he saw something that drove everything else out of his mind.

	Paul's erection.

	It was no bigger than average, but to Jim's horrified eyes it
looked enormous. Jim realised what Paul was planning to do with it and
it finally gave him the strength to run for it. He sat up and tried to
roll off the bed. If he could get to the bathroom and lock himself in,
he'd be safe till Paul had calmed down.

	He never got the chance, Paul moved on top of him and held him
down with his strong hairy arms. "No Paul! Please."

	"You want it, Julie. You're wet and ready. Don't worry I'll be
gentle."

	Jim felt Paul's massive weight on him and he felt utterly power-
less. He felt Paul's rock hard cock pressing against him, Paul's hands
massaged Jim's tits again and Jim soon found himself very turned on. His
capacity for rational thought was almost gone, all there was in the
universe was Jim, Paul and Paul's cock.

	He found himself reaching down and for the the first time in
his life he held a cock that wasn't his own. It felt as thick as his arm,
he guided it to the lips of his vagina. Paul smiled, he knew she would
not resist much. He slowly edged his hardness into Jim's slippery cunt,
Jim's breaths came in little gasps as Paul penetrated him. Jim wrapped
his legs around Paul's waist and pulled him as deep as possible into
his cunt.

	Jim groaned as the exquisite sensations of penetration rocked
through him. Paul pulled out slowly and then started to thrust into him.
Jim ran his hands over Paul's broad back, holding on to him as if for
dear life. A tension was building deep inside Jim as Paul possessed him,
Another orgasm was coming, bigger than any he had had before. It grew
over him like a huge tidal wave, then suddenly, it came crashing down
on him.

	He screamed as his climax coursed through him, every part of
his body was on fire. He dug his nails into Paul's back and wrapped his
legs around Paul pulling him deep into him. He gripped Paul's cock with
his vagina, as he did so he felt Paul give a deep moan and tense up.

	Paul dug his fingers into Jim's large tits and orgasmed deep
into the stunning beauty under him. Jim felt Paul pulsing his seed deep
into him, slowly Jim's awareness returned to him and he was totally
mortified by the act he had just committed.

	They lay entwined for some minutes, both covered in a sheen of
sweat. Paul's cock was still inside him, slowly softening until he
pulled out of him. Jim didn't say much and desperately avoided thinking
about what he had just done. Paul offered Jim the first use of the
shower, which Jim was glad to accept. He scrubbed himself red trying to
get rid of the feelings of Paul's body against his.

	Jim could barely look himself in the mirror, he looked
dishevelled, everyone who looks at me will know what I've done, he
thought in horror.

	He dressed hurriedly and quietly asked Paul to take him home.
Paul realised Jim was ashamed of what he had done, believing it was
because they had cheated on Anne. No words were exchanged on the way
back and Jim soon found himself outside Anne's house.

	Julie was waiting, obviously more than a little worried. "Where
have you been? Do you know how late it is?" Then she noticed that all
of Jim's makeup had been washed off. "My God. You slept with him didn't
you?"

	Jim couldn't hold back the tears any longer and between sobs
told Julie how he had got drunk and lost control. She comforted him
rocking him back and forth like a baby. "It's alright, Jim. It's over
now."

	He was looking green and Julie helped him to the toilet where
he threw up his expensive dinner. She went back to the hall and picked
up his purse. She opened it and searched through the few items inside.

	A few minutes later Jim staggered out looking utterly dejected.
"How could I let him do that?"

	"You have a new body with different drives you can't control
yet. It was my fault, not yours, it was a very stupid thing to do. I'm
sorry." Julie was quiet for a few moments, then she held up the unopened
packet of condoms. "Jim, I know this is distressing for you, but did he
have his own condoms? You didn't use yours."

	"Uh...no, he didn't use condoms either, why?"

	"Well, did he pull out before he came?" She asked insistently.

	Jim thought back to the encounter. "No he didn't. Why are you
asking?" Suddenly he realised why she was asking. He was a woman now,
with all a woman's reproductive equipment.

	"Oh my God, what have I done." Jim said in a horrified whisper.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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