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			  TG: DNA II (7/10)

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			   DNA II part 7
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 14

	Paul's eyes stared in horror at the syringe Bill was holding.
Once that was injected into him, he'd start down the path that led to
total servitude.

	"Hold still," commanded Bill. He reached out and grabbed hold of
Paul. Despite all his efforts, Paul could not get free from Bill's iron
grip. Paul felt the needle being pressed against his arm and he knew it
was now or never.

	He bit Bill as hard as possible on the arm, drawing blood as he
did so. Bill bellowed in anger, but didn't let go. Then Paul felt the
prick of the syringe, and a strange dreaminess overcame him.

	Bill flung Paul onto the bed and stomped off to the bathroom to
get something for his arm. Paul tried to remember what he had to do as he
lay there on the bed. It was something important. He knew he should be
afraid, but the drug had dulled his emotions as well as his thought
processes.

	Just then, a hoarse shout cut through the apartment. It had
obviously come from Bill. Paul lifted his head and stared stupidly at
Jeff, who was still chained to the wall. Jeff was obviously frightened
by the noise. They listened in silence for several long minutes, but the
apartment was quiet.

	Paul dropped his head back onto the bed, and slowly drifted off
to sleep.

	He didn't stir until the early hours of the next morning. His head
was still throbbing from the after effects of the drug, but he remembered
where he was. A young black woman was curled up on some cushions by a
wall. Paul remembered Jeff and what had happened to the former guard and
to himself. He got off the bed and looked closely at himself in the
mirror. He had barely gotten used to seeing the reflection of a young
white girl, and now he had to get used to yet another body.

	This body had one major difference. It was fully female. Paul
remembered with disgust his aborted attempt to escape the previous night
by pretending to be Jeff. He shivered when he remembered being mauled by
Bill's hands and then entered by him. He could still feel Bill's cock
thrusting deep into his vagina. That was what sex would mean for him from
now on. Paul still found it very difficult to face the fact that his
manhood was lost, perhaps forever. A sudden thought occurred to him.
Where was Bill?

	Cautiously, he made his way through the house, looking for Bill.
Paul found him, or what was left of him, in the bathroom. The glimpse
Paul got before he ran out of the room in horror was of a nearly totally
dissolved pile of human remains.

	Paul ran back into the bedroom, steadying his breasts with his
hands as he ran. Once back inside, he tried to calm down and he had to
fight the urge to be sick. What had happened to Bill? He must have been
infected with the stronger virus when Paul had bitten him, but it had
failed to change Bill successfully. Instead, it had dissolved him! The
stronger virus must have a higher chance of failure, Paul realised.
That's why Quince had tried it out on him first.

	He felt cold. Being trapped in a woman's body was bad, but it was
far better than dying like that. He looked down at his physical twin and
gently woke her up.

	"Master?" asked the girl.

	"No," replied Paul. "He told me to look after you." After some
searching, Paul found the key by the bed and undid the collar around
Jeff's neck. He went through the wardrobe and pulled out some shorts
and some jumpers. They were hopelessly oversized, but they would have to
do until they could find something better. They made Jeff and Paul look
even younger and smaller than they really were, which Paul thought wasn't
really a good idea in the neighborhood they were in.

	Jeff had to be persuaded to wear any clothes at all, and she only
reluctantly put them on when Paul told her that her master had ordered it.
Finally, Paul picked up Bill's keyring and unlocked the front door.
Quickly, he dragged Jeff downstairs, and into Bill's car.

	Paul didn't feel at all safe until they were well clear of Bill's
apartment. There was only one place to go, back to Mandy's. Paul wondered
how well she would take the change in her lover. He dumped the car
several blocks from Mandy's apartment and then had to pull Jeff through
the streets. She wanted to stop at every new sight, drinking it in. She
was starting to answer to the name Jeff, now that she was away from
Bill's place, but Paul wondered if she would ever recover fully from what
Bill had done to her.

	As they climbed the stairs to Mandy's apartment, he could hear a
heated argument going on behind the door. Paul couldn't make out what
was being said, but one voice was definitely Mandy's. The other belonged
to Dr. Michael Kingston.

	Paul marched up to the door and hammered on it. The conversation
inside ceased, but no one opened the door. "I know you're in there,
Michael!" Paul shouted in anger. "Open this door!"

	The door opened slowly and a worried-looking Mandy was standing
there. "Can I help you?" she asked nervously.

	"Mandy, it's me, Paul. The bastards tricked me." Paul could see
Mandy didn't believe him. "You have the person responsible in there."
Paul dragged Jeff into the flat and went looking for Michael.

	Mandy shut the door and set off in pursuit of the twins. By the
time she caught up with them, one was already attacking Michael.

	"What the hell are you up to, you monster?!" Paul screamed in
Michael's face.

	"Paul? Oh my God." Michael responded in shock. "Let me explain."

	Paul glowered at him, but said nothing.

	"Quince is a smuggler of controlled drugs. I didn't find that out
until I was implicated in the smuggling. I finally decided enough was
enough. I'm not going back there. I had no idea that Quince would try the
stronger virus on you. You're lucky to be alive."

	"Lucky!" Paul shouted in frustration. "I've lost the one chance
to get my body back, and I'm now fully female!"

	"I'm really sorry."

	"Are you really Paul?" Mandy asked the young black woman in a
disbelieving tone.

	"I am. Remember how we went at it the night before last? Quince
and his cronies did use the DNA-altering process on me again, but they
had no intention of restoring my old body." Paul swallowed, "I'm 100%
female now."

	Mandy was becoming convinced that somehow this woman was the same
person she had shared her apartment with. The face and body were very
different, but the body movements and patterns of speech were very
similar to Paul's. She had been worried when Paul hadn't returned the
previous day. Now she knew she had been right to worry.

	Paul turned back to Michael. "Can you make an even stronger
version of the virus so I can be changed again?"

	"I could," said Michael. "But it wouldn't help. It would kill you
for certain."

	Mandy pointed at Paul's twin, who was standing quietly behind him.
"Who are you?"

	Paul answered, "This is a guard from the building. His name is
Jeff. Though he isn't in a fit state for questions at the moment."

	"So what do we do now?" asked Mandy.

	"We go to the police. This is way too much to handle ourselves."
said Paul.

	"You can." answered Michael. "I'm out of here. I only came here
to warn you to stay away from Quince."

	"No way," Paul replied angrily, "You're partly the cause of the
problem. Look, I'm a lawyer. I know it would be very easy to dismiss
any charges the police might bring against you. Also, if you try to
leave, I'll find you and turn you into a duplicate of this body. Is that
clear?"

	"Paul's right. We have to take this to the cops." Added Mandy.

	Michael sighed. "What do you think, Jeff?" He said, looking for
support.

	"I have no opinion, Master." Jeff replied in a quiet voice.

	"Master?" asked Mandy. "What the hell happened to her?"

	Paul shivered. "I'll explain later. Let me go and dig out some
stuff for me and Jeff and then we can go." Paul herded Jeff towards his
bedroom. "Keep an eye on Michael. I don't want him disappearing on us."

	"Okay," said a fairly shell-shocked Mandy. "I've got a few
questions for him anyway."

	In his room, Paul sorted through his meager female clothes for
suitable stuff for him and Jeff. He started with bra and panties. The
bra was noticeably tighter, revealing just how much more buxom he had
become. Jeff didn't resist while Paul dressed her, but she didn't help
much either.

	Paul settled for a pair of jeans he had bought, but not worn
because he had felt that they had made his male lower half too obvious.
Now that he was fully female he didn't have to worry about that, though
he wished he still had that problem. The jeans were tight around his
wide hips, but he managed to do them up. He finished with a cream-colored
blouse and a loose red sweater.

	For Jeff, he decided on a dress that reached the heels and
revealed virtually nothing. Finally ready to face the problems ahead, he
and Jeff rejoined Michael and Mandy.

	Michael was showing several vials of a clear liquid to Mandy.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Paul.

	"Yeah," answered Michael, "I took them from the lab when I left."

	"Good. they'll do for evidence. Are all of you ready?"

	Michael nodded tiredly The four of them headed down to the
street. Paul sat with Mandy in the back of Michael's car as they headed
to the nearest precinct house.

	Paul tried to think about anything other than his new gender and
how Bill had used it. However, his mind kept returning to the moment when
Bill had thrust his cock deep into Paul's slim body. Paul had felt
himself getting aroused at the infinitely strange feelings of
penetration. He knew it was caused simply by the physical stimulation,
but at the back of his mind was the fear that now he was fully female he
would have the desires of a woman. He looked over at Mandy. He had
enjoyed their lovemaking, and unless some miracle happened, he was going
to be denied that forever from then on.

	Mandy's mind was whirling. The stories that these three had spun
were utterly ludicrous. Yet, this beautiful black woman sitting next to
her had exactly the same mannerisms and patterns of speech as Paul. She
could see the Paul she knew behind the girl's large brown eyes. Strange
as Paul's body had been, Mandy had felt she had met her true mate.
Something had clicked between them. She feared Paul's new form would
drive them apart.

	In the front of the car, Michael was dreading the days ahead. He
had always hoped, since he had first learned of Quince's criminal
activities, that he would be able to get a better job and get away from
him. The scientific community had closed ranks against him. It was hard
enough for anyone to get a job these days, but for Michael it was
virtually impossible thanks to his court case. Now he was going to have
to face up to it all and lose what little he had.

	Jeff stared out the window at the buildings going by. She was in
a state of confusion. Master had disappeared some time before and had not
returned, and something in her mind was fighting her new submissive
nature. She hadn't needed any of Master's medicine for several days now.
She hoped he would return soon.

	Paul was first out of the car when they arrived. Together, they
headed inside. The desk sergeant was dubious at Michael and Paul's claim
of a major drug operation, but he promised to get a detective to look
into it.

	"If you go sit over there," he said, pointing to a bench by a
wall. "I'll see if there's anyone free."

	"This is important!" said Paul urgently.

	"I'm sure it is, miss. If you'll go over there, I'll get someone
to see you."

	"That's okay, Sergeant. I'll deal with this one." Paul turned to
see a stocky man in his late fifties.

	"Are you sure, Captain?" asked the sergeant.

	"Of course I am!" snapped the captain. "Don't question me."

	Jeff looked at the captain. He was familiar. Jeff had known him
back when she had been male, but something wasn't right.

	"Sorry, sir." Replied the sergeant.

	"If you'll follow me..." He said, indicating a door leading into
the building.

	He set off into the building, and the four of them followed
quickly. Paul was relieved. The captain had to know something about
Quince and the smuggling ring. Why else would he get involved?

	The captain led them into a small interview room and left them
there for a few minutes to get some notebooks.

	Michael was visibly nervous at being there. Paul was beginning
to be concerned that he might pass out. "Are you okay?"

	"Yeah," replied Michael, "It's just I thought I could avoid ever
reaching this point. I guess I didn't realise how deep I was into it."

	Obviously not, thought Paul. If Michael had grasped the
seriousness of the situation, Paul might not have been stuck in a
completely female body.

	"What are you going to do when this is over?" asked Michael.

	Paul sighed, feeling his breasts straining in his tight bra.
"I'll probably have to go back to Anne. Throw myself on her mercy. She
is the only one who truly understands the DNA virus. Maybe I can convince
her to forgive me."

	"What did you do to her?" asked Mandy.

	"Uh...it's a long story. I let my hormones do my thinking for
me."

	The captain returned. "So you want to talk to me about the drug-
smuggling ring behind Quince Biochemicals."

	"How long have you known about it?" asked Michael in surprise.

	"Several months now," replied the captain, "but we never had the
evidence to arrest Quince. So the police got an officer from another
precinct to infiltrate the Quince Biochemicals building. Only a small
number of people were let in on the secret."

	"We'll be able to help you, then," said Paul. "With Michael's
evidence here, you'll be able to break Quince."

	"We could," the captain agreed, "but we feel it's best to hold
off for a few more days."

	"Why?" asked Michael.

	"You're not him." said Jeff suddenly.

	Paul turned to her. "What are you talking about?"

	"This isn't Captain Bryant," Jeff stated.

	"Umm...I'm sorry about this." Paul said to the police captain.

	The captain smiled, "Don't worry about it. She's right after
all." The smile grew broader. "You see, Mr. Quince found out about the
policeman in our midst and replaced him. Then, after the policeman was
questioned, we replaced everyone who knew about it. We can't mimic them
very well, but what are the other cops going to think? That we've been
replaced by identical doubles?"

	Paul stood up. "There isn't a cure. Did you know that?"

	"Yeah, sure." replied the phoney cop, totally unconvinced.
"Anyway, Quince will want to see you so he can tie up the loose ends."
He turned to open the door.

	Paul saw his chance and leapt into the fake captain with all the
force he could muster. Both fell heavily through the door. Paul staggered
to his feet and turned to see Mandy, Jeff and Michael looking at him.
"Don't just stand there! RUN!"

	He took off down the corridor, not waiting to see if they were
following or not. He heard someone closing on him, and turned to see
Michael clutching his bag of DNA viruses. "Where's Mandy?"

	"He grabbed her as she tried to get past." Michael replied.

	Paul stopped. "We've got to go back for them."

	"No time!" Michael said urgently. "Her only chance is if we can
get out of here and get help somewhere else. Come on!"

	Paul reluctantly followed. Jeff was nowhere to be seen either.
She was probably still sitting in the interview room. They emerged into
the main reception area and tried to walk quietly to the door.

	Just before they reached the exit the fake captain appeared,
holding a struggling Mandy. "Stop them!" he shouted, pointing at Paul
and Michael. "Get 'em, you fuckers!" he yelled at the policemen.

	Paul and Michael bolted for the door. In the confusion, they
managed to escape to the street beyond. A few policemen followed them,
but it was clear that many of them were confused by their captain's
strange changes in behaviour.

	The two escapees made it to Michael's car, and together they
drove rapidly away from the police station.

	"Fucking hell." Paul said bitterly. "Now what are we going to
do?"

	"He'll take them to Quince." replied Michael.

	"So all we have to do is get back to Quince's building and wait
for them to turn up."

	"What?" Michael exclaimed. "We can't deal with them. We have to
go to the authorities."

	"After what just happened? Who knows who else has been replaced
by Quince. We'll have to do this ourselves." Paul tried to keep calm as
Michael drove to Quince Biochemicals. Inside though, he was deeply
afraid. He felt so insecure in his new body. The lingering looks given by
virtually every man who saw him didn't help his self-confidence much
either.

	They drove past the Quince Biochemicals building before they
parked. "It looks deserted." said Paul with a frown as he got out of the
car.

	Michael looked up at the building. There were no lights on and
no evidence of any activity. "Well, we had better get out of sight and
wait."

	"There's no one in there." said Paul as he started walking up to
the building.

	"Wait!" Michael said urgently and then hurried to catch up with
Paul.

	"See?" said Paul looking through the main entrance doors. Michael
looked into the reception area, and saw that it had been stripped of
everything remotely valuable.

	"They can't have finished shipping the drugs out already."
Michael said in disbelief.

	"What drugs?"

	"Quince had a very large shipment coming in. It must have been
his final one here. He's probably going to move on to somewhere else."

	"But we've got to find Jeff and Mandy!" Paul ran round to the
side of the building and tried the goods-delivery doors. They were
unlocked. He disappeared inside.

	"This is madness! Get out of there!" called Michael. He stood
rooted to the spot, deciding what to do. Eventually, cursing under his
breath, he followed Paul inside.

	Together they scouted quickly but quietly through the building.
Most of the furniture had been left behind, but all the computers and
expensive equipment had been removed.

	"Looks like I'm out of a job," commented Michael.

	"Where the hell have they gone?" Paul half-shouted in
frustration.

	Michael watched the black woman's distress with guilt. He was at
least partly responsible for what had happened. "If Quince is wrapping up
his operation here, he is probably at his home overseeing it all."

	Paul looked up, "...and you know where he lives, don't you?" He set
off down the corridor. "Hurry up! We have to get there before they do
anything to Mandy!"

	Michael caught up with him near the goods-delivery doors. Paul
was stacking some of the remaining furniture together. "Have you got a
lighter?" he asked Michael.

	"Yeah...sure. Why?"

	"Never mind. Just give it here and go get the car started."

	Michael gave Paul the lighter and then ran back to the car. He
started the engine and waited. It seemed like hours, but was probably
only a few minutes, before Paul ran out to the car. Michael was glad to
get away from the place.

	"Here's your lighter." Paul said as he handed it back to Michael.

	"Did you just set fire to the place?"

	"Yep. Quince's goons can't cover that up, and the authorities will
want to talk to him."

	"But what about the other buildings!"

	"Relax. The fire will be put out before it does any serious
damage to the other buildings."

	"You're out of your mind, Paul."

	"Look, Mandy and Jeff are in serious danger! That's all that
matters right now, not some fucking building! Just get us to Quince's
place as fast as you can."

	Michael did as he was told, but he couldn't shake the thought
that he and Paul were entering the lion's den.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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