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			  TG: DNA II (8/10)

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	This story is copyright 1996 by Stephanie. All rights 
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	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

			   DNA II part 8
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 15

	Simonds breathed a sigh of relief as the last courier car pulled
out of sight. He hadn't believed that Quince would be able to pull off
this one final deal.

	Quince had just finishing dividing up the hefty pile of cash as
Simonds entered the house. Simonds had never liked Quince's house, 
preferring to do business at the Quince Biochemicals building back in the
city. Quince, however, had never trusted his people, who had replaced
nearly a dozen policemen. He felt far safer in his home.

	Quince had moved to his house outside the city for the
final deal, bringing only his two most trusted guards and Simonds with
him. Simonds would have preferred greater protection, but the deals had
gone off surprisingly quickly and quietly.

	"To be honest, Mr Quince," he said, "That went a lot better than
I expected."

	"They had everything to lose if they tried something." Quince
replied, finishing the division of the money. "Time is of the essence.
We may be one jump ahead of the cops at the moment, but we had best be
ready to move as soon as possible."

	The final phase of Quince's daring plan was for Simonds and
Quince to go their separate ways. Quince would get most of the money, but
even Simonds' cut would be quite large. Each of them had a vial of the
DNA-altering virus. With that, they could completely change their
identities and evade the police.

	Simonds still didn't like the idea of taking on a new form, but
the fact that the virus that he had was based on someone much younger
helped. He had tested out the virus that Quince had given him on one of
the policemen that had been replaced. The resulting eighteen-year-old man
proved that Quince wasn't double-crossing him.

	He jumped as his mobile phone started ringing. He snapped it
open. "Yes?"

	"Mr Simonds? We have a problem." It was one of Quince's men, who
had replaced the local police captain.

	"What is it?"

	"We've caught two girls trying to report Mr. Quince for drug
smuggling."

	Simonds heart missed a beat. "Who the hell are they?!"

	"One of them is Jeff Stockwell. Don't know the other bitch."

	"Did you get them?" Simonds asked, his heart racing. Just as
he feared, everything was falling apart.

	"Yeah, we got 'em."

	"Thank God."

	"But the other two escaped."

	"What other two?!" Simonds could feel Quince watching him. He
tried to calm himself.

	"There was another black girl, a twin of Stockwell. The other
was Dr. Kingston."

	"Where are you now?"

	"On my way to you. I couldn't keep the two locked up here."

	Simonds cursed and then told Quince what was going on.

	"It doesn't matter. We're done here." Quince replied calmly.
"We'll deal with those two when they get here. Hopefully, the other two
will turn up and we can tie up the loose ends." He saw the worried look
on Simonds' face. "Don't worry. Even if the authorities work out what
happened, they'll never be able to track us down."

	Quince got up and walked over to Simonds. "Pay off the two guards
and get them out of here. I don't want them finding out about the DNA
virus."

	Simonds didn't like the idea of not having any protection, but
their plan depended on no one knowing what had happened to them.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Paul and Michael watched the car with the two guards in it pull
away from Quince's house. They had spent the last hour watching the
place.

	"I think only Quince and Simonds are left in there," said Paul.
"Where the hell are they holding Jeff and Mandy?"

	"They might not be brought here."

	"They have to be there. If Quince doesn't have them brought here,
we'll never find them. Come on! We have to get inside!"

	"No! get back here!" hissed Michael, but Paul was already making
his way towards the house. Cursing under his breath, Michael followed.

	They ran around to the back of the house, trying to keep out of
sight as much as possible. The back door that the last two guards had
left through was slightly ajar. They moved silently up to the door. Paul
peered through. Then he and Michael slipped inside.

	They were in a spacious kitchen. Paul opened one of the two
other doors in the room, and almost walked into a small storeroom. They
exchanged nervous grins and headed for the other door...

	...which was opening!

	Paul dived into the storeroom, pulling Michael behind him. Paul
watched through the nearly-closed door as Simonds entered the room.
Simonds hadn't noticed the storeroom door closing as he entered the
kitchen. He placed a suitcase on the table and began checking its
contents.

	Michael found himself squeezed into a corner of the small room
behind Paul, unable to see anything. The room was so small that he and
Paul were squashed together. He tried to ignore the feelings of Paul's
ample ass pressing into him and the natural feminine scent coming from
the transformed man, but his cock started to become erect. Paul could
feel Michael's body reacting to having a cute female one pressed against
it. Anger surged through him. He felt like hitting Michael, but he knew
that they had to keep utterly still or risk being discovered. He
realised that he was going to have to get used to men being turned on by
his body.

	Simonds finished checking the suitcase and was just about to
leave with it when a commotion erupted towards the front of the house.
Simonds drew his gun and left the room.

	Paul and Michael remained hidden as the noises of several people
went up to the second floor of the house. Mandy's frightened voice was
clearly audible above the other male ones. As soon as Paul was reasonably
sure that the coast was clear, he opened the door and went back into the
kitchen. He stood by the other door trying to work out what to do. He had
to do something to save Mandy and Jeff, but he had no idea what. He felt
so powerless in his new body that for a crazy moment he considered just
surrendering to Quince. At least that way, the nightmare would be over.

	Michael opened the suitcase. Inside was more cash than he had
ever seen, and a small vial of a clear liquid. It was the DNA virus.
Simonds was going to use it as a disguise. He took it to the sink and
emptied its contents down the drain. Michael then pulled out one of the
samples he had stolen from his lab and topped up the empty vial with it.

	"What are you doing?" whispered Paul.

	"Just planning a surprise for Simonds. If they are all upstairs
with Jeff and Mandy, perhaps we can find something down here to stop
them."

	"I hope so," said Paul, "or we're screwed."

	In a main living area, they found where most of the deals had
taken place. Plastic bags and empty drug bottles had been chucked into a
corner. On a glass table were several guns of various designs.

	"Quince is getting careless." Paul said, lifting one of the
larger guns.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"I want to thank you all, Gentlemen, for buying me the necessary
time to put this final deal together."

	Mandy watched, shaking in fear, as Quince addressed the seven men
and one woman who had brought herself and Jeff from the station. Neither
she nor Jeff were tied up, but she was too frightened to do anything.

	The last few hours had been the worst of Mandy's life. She had
been held in the interview room while the police captain and several
other policemen had argued over what to do. It was obvious from their
conversation that they were all in Quince's pocket.

	After much heated discussion, they had decided to take Jeff and
Mandy to Quince, so he could sort out the mess.

	"I didn't ask enough for this job," said the fake policewoman.
"The sooner I can get back to being my normal male self, the better. This
body has some...odd urges."

	"I understand, Steve." Quince replied. "I have the reversal
formula here, and you have probably already checked your bank accounts."

	"Of course we have, Mr Quince." Said the phoney police captain.
"It's been good doing business with you."

	Quince handed around eight vials of a colorless liquid. All of
the police impostors drank them eagerly. They waited a few seconds.
One of them asked, "Why is nothing happening?"

	"Just give it a few more moments." Quince said, trying to hold
back a smile.

	Mandy watched in horror as, in quick succession, the eight
transformed men keeled over in pain and collapsed on the floor. 

	Simonds was watching with a face that was as white as a sheet.
"Was that really necessary?"

	"Of course it was. Now I just want to try something out on our
friends here and then we can go." Quince went to a table near where Mandy
was sitting and filled a syringe with a measure of a DNA-altering virus.

	At that second, the door crashed open and Paul and Michael
hurtled into the room, brandishing sub-machine guns. In the panic that
followed, Quince grabbed Mandy and pulled her in front of him.

	Paul waved the gun in Simonds' and Quince's general direction. He
wasn't familiar at all with it and he wasn't sure that the safety was off.
He wasn't even sure whether or not the gun had a safety. "Let her go!" he 
shouted at Quince.

	Quince pressed the syringe to Mandy's neck. "If you want your
friend to stay human, you'll back off."

	"What the hell are you talking about?"

	"Kingston knows," replied Quince, "He made some DNA viruses based
on my favorite horses. I can't take them with me, but I can take their
genetic structure with me. Now, unless you want your girl to join the
animal kingdom, you will put down your weapons and surrender."

	Paul could see the absolute terror in Mandy's eyes. He couldn't
risk putting her through what he had experienced. Especially if Quince
was telling the truth about the DNA-altering virus. "Alright. You win."
Paul gently put his gun on the floor.

	"What are you doing?" Michael shouted. "Do you think that bastard
is going to leave us alive?!"

	"I can't risk it!" Paul shouted angrily back. He could see the
bodies slumped on the floor and he knew Quince would carry out his
threat. Perhaps if he surrendered he could somehow save Mandy. "Put the
gun down, Michael."

	"Do as she says!" yelled Simonds. While Michael was distracted,
Simonds had drawn his own handgun and was now pointing it straight at
Michael.

	Michael cursed himself. His own gun was still pointed at Mandy
and Quince. There was no way that he could hit Quince while she was still
in the line of fire. He threw his gun to the floor. Simonds flinched, but
the sub-machine gun didn't go off.

	Quince let out the breath he had been holding. He had thought he
was finished there. "Right. Now sit down on the floor and..."

	He was interrupted by a shriek of rage as something slammed
into his side. Quince was thrown to the floor, losing his grip on Mandy.
He was being attacked by a young black woman. How had Paul crossed the
room so quickly? No, this was Jeff!

	"You motherfucker! I'll kill you!" Jeff screamed.

	Michael noticed that Simonds had turned to see what was going on.
Now was his chance. He scooped up the sub-machine gun, pointed it at
Simonds, and squeezed the trigger. The gun made a deafening noise as it
spat several bullets at Simonds. Fortunately for Simonds, the recoil had
ruined Michael's aim. The bullets thudded into the wall beside him.

	Simonds' nerve broke. He jumped at the door before Michael
had time to re-aim. Another burst of gunfire exploded into the doorframe
as Simonds ran at full speed downstairs. Quince could fend for himself,
Simonds thought, it was time for him to get the hell out of there while
he still could. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed his suitcase of money,
and ran for his car.

	Back upstairs, Quince wrenched Jeff off of him and struggled to
his feet. As he regained his balance he noticed the syringe sticking
out of his thigh. A moment of pure fear ran through him until he saw that
the contents of the syringe hadn't been injected into him. He yanked it
from his leg with one hand while pulling his own handgun out of its
holster under his jacket.

	Michael was still distracted by the escaping Simonds, and Paul
was bending to pick up the gun he had put down. Quince fired four bullets
at the two in quick succession. Two thundered into the window frame on
either side of where Michael was standing. Michael dropped to the floor
trying to escape the gunfire. The third bullet went clear through the
window, and the final one slammed into Paul, throwing him bodily against
the wall.

	One down, three to go. Quince pointed the gun at Michael and
squeezed the trigger. The gun clicked and jammed. Quince swore, but
decided to get out before Michael started shooting again. He leaped over
Michael and was gone.

	Michael scrambled upright as he heard Quince making his escape.
He looked over at Mandy. "Grab a gun! we can still get the fucker." He
stopped when he saw the horrified look on Mandy's face. Michael turned to
see Paul slumped on the floor, totally still, with a rapidly growing
patch of red staining his blouse.

CHAPTER 16

	Simonds drove in a state of near panic. It took all of his self-
control not to accelerate wildly when he saw two patrol cars scream past
him going the other way. He watched the flashing lights vanish into the
distance. He wondered if they were heading to Quince's house.

	Whatever the case, he had to dump the car as soon as possible. He
was now heavily implicated in the murder of eight policemen and Quince's
thugs who had replaced them. Despite the misgivings he had about taking
the virus, he now had no other options.

	It was well past midnight when he pulled into the center of a
neighboring city. He still felt that he was uncomfortably close to
Quince's smuggling base, but he couldn't risk taking the car any further.
He left the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked. The car would
probably be gone inside of an hour. He took the suitcase and made his
way into a deserted back alley. Carefully, he took the vial of DNA virus
from the suitcase and drank its contents.

	The one good result from all this was that he would lose nearly
twenty years in age. He hated to give up his life and appearance, but
unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life on the run, there was no
choice. The body he had chosen was that of an eighteen-year-old
athletically-built white man.

	He could feel his stomach start to churn as the virus made its
way through his internal organs, remaking them as it went. Simonds pulled
open his shirt to feel his new more muscled torso.

	He felt his skin ripple and change under his hands, but somehow
it didn't feel right. The skin was firmer, but there was none of the hard
muscles that he had been expecting. Maybe they'll appear in a few
minutes, Simonds thought. The virus reached his chest and he started to
feel his pectorals expand. That was more like it. The new form he had
chosen had been quite handsome. He'd have no trouble getting women with
it.

	He ran his hand up to his expanding chest muscles. As he put his
hands on them, he realised that something was badly wrong. Rather than
being hard and firm, they were very soft and surely they were getting
larger than they should. In fact, they felt exactly like a pair of...

	Simonds stumbled against the wall of the alley in total shock as
he grasped the tits he was rapidly growing. Quince had tricked him
somehow! Simonds couldn't see how that was possible. He had kept the
virus in his possession ever since he had tested it on the cop. "No," he
whispered over and over again, his voice cracking and rising in pitch to
that of a very frightened girl as the virus rose through his neck.

	The virus was also working its way down from the torso, and
Simonds could feel his hips start to widen. Then he felt a strange
pulling sensation between his legs. He reached down, dreading what he
would find. His hand slipped past the belt of his pants, which was
noticeably looser now. Slowly his fingers made their way through his
pubic hair. He moaned in shock as they slid over the slit that had
replaced his manhood.

	His vision blurred as the virus finished altering his head.
Simonds felt a burning need to find out who he now was. He picked up the
suitcase, which now seemed much heavier than before, and started making
his way towards a more well-lit area, trying to ignore the strange
pulling sensations of his new breasts and the absence between his legs.

	Finally, under a street lamp, he saw his new face in a pool of
rainwater and recognized it. She had the face of an angel. Simonds knew
that the real thing had worked as a prostitute since she had left school
a few years previously. Simonds had himself collected a blood sample from
her. Now he was her.

	"What have we here?" came a slightly slurred voice from down the
alley.

	Simonds looked up to see four rough-looking teenagers
approaching. He could tell instantly from the looks on their faces what
they were planning. Simonds knew he would have to abandon the money, but
it was a small price to pay to avoid being raped.

	He leapt to his feet and took off down the alley, trying to
ignore the two weights bouncing on his chest as he did so. He could see
a main street up ahead. He was almost safe! Then something grabbed him
from behind around his waist and he was dragged to the ground. A hand was
clamped over his mouth, and he was dragged back to where the other three
waited.

	One of them had opened the suitcase. "Shit! She's loaded!"

	"Yeah, she is." said the other, clearly the leader. He walked
over to Simonds. "So, what is a nice little girl like you doing with all
this money?"

	Simonds threw a kick at the boy, who danced out of the way
laughing. "I like it when they struggle." He declared. He drew a flick
knife from his pocket and slowly cut all the clothing from Simonds's
shivering body.

	Simonds struggled with what little strength his new body had,
but he was unable to break the grip of the four rapists. He howled in
anger and fear as his body was violated. The torment seemed to last
forever. Throughout his ordeal no one came to investigate the screams
and the teenagers were able to take their time.

	He wasn't quite sure how it ended, but the next thing he could
remember it was just before dawn. He was curled up on the remains of his
clothing and the suitcase was gone. He staggered to his feet and stood
shivering in the alley.

	What could he do now? He was involved in deaths of eight cops,
so he couldn't risk going to the authorities. He had nothing now. All
his plans were in ruins. It was going to be a struggle just to find
enough to eat, let alone a place to stay.

	Wrapping the remains of his clothes around his curvy feminine
frame, he moved silently to the edge of the alley. Down the street he
could see several women dressed in cheap, revealing clothing. He felt
sick as he realised that joining the prostitutes on the street was
perhaps his only chance of getting enough money to survive.

	Over a hundred miles away, Quince was heading South. He had
changed cars soon after leaving his house for the last time. All in all,
Quince Biochemicals had been very profitable to him in the few short
years that it had been in operation. Now he was going to be able to live
in luxury, without having to worry about being tracked down by the
authorities.

	He had a large amount of money hidden in various bank accounts,
and he had the DNA virus. Nothing and no one could stop him now.

TO BE CONCLUDED...

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