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Hi.

  This could happen when you piss-off your older sister.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
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Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<


All Girl Band



"I swear to God, that brother of mine is the most worthless creature on this
planet!"

Lisa Thomas was about ready to toss a Ming Dynasty vase through the patio
doors when her roomate and business partner, Lynn Horton grabbed it from
behind.

"Whoa, there!  What's gotten you pissed off enough to break a $15,000
antique?"

It took Lisa a few minutes to calm down and talk rationally, so Lynn
replaced the vase on it's pedestal and made them both a cup of tea.

"My brother Bob just called collect from a train station in France.  He's
broke and wants me to send him money." Her eyes flashed at the mention of
her brother's name.

"What?  Why does he need your money?  It's only been two years since you
received your inheritances.  He couldn't have blown $750,000 in that short a
time!"

Two years previously Lisa and Bob's parents were killed by a drunk driver
while coming home from a charity function.  As a result of their mother's
real estate business and father's successful medical practice they shared
equally in a substantial inheritance and insurance settlement.

"It seems that while I invested my money wisely in Dad's medical clinic and
your music management firm, my brother was getting laid and stoned while
playing with some rock band called `Doggy Style'!"

Bob's only skill, as least as far as Lisa could see, was an uncanny ability
on the electric guitar.

"What are you going to do?  Send him the cash, or turn him down and teach
him a lesson?" Lynn refilled their teacups.

"Tell you the truth, I'd like to let him rot over there until he's desperate
enough to get a real job and earn his airfare home!  But I guess I'll send
the little shit a plane ticket.  If I sent him cash he'd probably just buy
drugs with it."

"Does he know about the new developments in your life?" Lynn asked
hesitantly.

"Um,...no!  I haven't told him," Lisa giggled as Lynn handed her the
refilled cup.  "But he'll be in no position to make a stink.  He'll be under
my roof, living by my rules!"

There was a hint of triumph in her tone.

Lynn sat on the leather sofa and put her arm around Lisa.  Lisa snuggled
down into the cushions and purred contentedly.

"I can't wait to see your brother's reaction when he finds out his big
sister is a dyed in the wool lesbian!"

Both women had a long laugh, their hands on each others thigh, as the sun
set over the Pacific Ocean.  By the time the sky was dark, Lisa and Lynn
were deep in the throes of passionate lovemaking.
                                * * * *

It had been six weeks since Bob's reluctant return from Europe, and much to
Lisa's disappointment he hadn't changed his ways in the slightest.

His demand for a new car was turned down, as was his insistance that Lisa
give him drug money.  Most nights he'd disappear with his scummy musician
friends, only to be found by Lisa and Lynn passed out on the sofa the next
morning.  This was one such morning.

"Look at him!  Drunk and drugged out of his mind."

Lisa was at her wits end over what to do with him.

"Yeah, and he threw up on the Persian rug, too!" Lynn said as she gingerly
lifted the soiled carpet and carried it to the kitchen.

"I've had it with him.  When he comes to, he either straightens up and flies
right, or he's out of here on his ass!"

Lisa spun on her heels, slammed the front door and took off in her Corvette.
Lynn knew that Lisa was off on one of her `therapeutic' drives.  She said
driving fast helped her relax.

Lynn went back into her office where she was finishing up some business for
an all girl band she managed called `The Vixens'.  She was sure they could
be big stars with the right guitar player, but so far she hadn't found one.
She'd just gotten off the phone with the increasingly neurotic bandleader
when she heard the tv in the living room.

"I see you've finally awakened from your stupor.  What was it this time,
Bob?  Cocaine?  Maybe some grass and Jack Daniels?"

Bob could barely focus his eyes, but he knew right away that it was Lynn.
He hated the condescending way she spoke to him.  He also hated her for
turning his sister into a dyke.

"Shut up and get me some black coffee.!" he growled.

Lynn considered telling him off, but instead just stood about 10 feet from
him, smirking and shaking her head.

"You know, Bob, it's too bad you're so lazy and doped up all the time.  Lisa
could use some help around the house, and I might be able to pay you a few
bucks to run some errands."

Lynn watched him wrinkle his nose and curl his lip at her suggestion, and
once again was struck by how good looking Bob Thomas was.

About 6' tall and broad shouldered, his dark brown hair and blue eyes
perfectly complemented his ruggedly chiseled features.  Sure, he had a three
day beard and a few extra pounds around his middle, but all things
considered, Lynn could see why he was able to get just about any girl into
his bed.

"Isn't that coffee ready yet?"

"I'm not your goddamned servant.  In fact, if I say so, Lisa will toss your
arrogant butt in the street, so don't fuck with me!"

Lynn could no longer suppress her anger.  Bob reminded her of the man she
married when she was just 15.  It only lasted 2 years, but they were years
of beatings, humiliation and low self-esteem.  She resolved to never let any
man push her around again.

She'd just turned to re-enter her office when Bob grabbed her from behind
and squeezed her ass!

"Hey!  Why you son of a...!

"I just wanted to see if a dyke's ass felt the same as a real woman's.  I
bet if you let me fuck you, you'd never go back to my sister," he leered,
mere inches from her face.

"If you don't let me go this instant, I'll...Oh!"

"Damn, your pussy feels just like a real girl's too.  C'mon, you lezzie
bitch!  What's my sister got that I can't give you?"

Bob's hand was halfway down Lynn's cotton blouse when he heard the door
slam.

"Let her go you bastard, or I swear, brother or not, I'll knock your balls
off!"

Lisa stood there in her 3" heel black leather boots and motorcycle jacket,
eyes ablaze and hair windblown, holding the heaviest looking poker Bob had
ever seen!

"Listen sis, calm down.  I was just being friendly.  That's what you wanted,
isn't it?" Bob turned on the charm in an effort to escape from this
situation with his anatomy intact.

"No!  You listen!  This is the last straw.  Pack your crap, and I mean
everything, and get your worthless ass out of here today...NOW!"

Lisa waved the poker as she ranted, and Bob just prayed it didn't come down
on his head.

"Where will I go?  At least give me some money!"

Lisa and Lynn stood arm in arm before the sofa, both glaring.

"You get nothing!  If I ever see you again, you'll regret the day you were
born.  We want you gone by 5:00!"

Lynn watched as Bob and two of his dirtbag friends packed his musical
equipment and clothes into their van.  Lisa joined her.

As they loaded the last box Bob whispered something to one of his friends,
and they both laughed out loud.

"I still wish you'd let me fuck you, Lynn.  A woman can never be a real
woman until she's been fucked by a man like me!"

Before anything else could be said, the van disappeared down the drive, the
smell of burning rubber in the air.

"Well, that's the last we'll see of him." Lynn said.

"For his sake, it better be!" replied Lisa.It was well after midnight, and
Lisa and Lynn were wrapped snugly in their waterbed listening to a rare
southern California rainfall, when they were both awakened by a loud crash
from downstairs.

"Maybe a branch broke a window?" Lynn offered half-heartedly.

"Well babe, I just heard that branch fart!  You get the Mace, and I'll get
the Taser."

The two women tip-toed down the stairs until they could see a shadowy figure
in the kitchen.

"Shhh...we'll wait here at the foot of the stairs," Lisa whispered, "and
when he comes out, you spray him with the Mace, and I'll zap him!"

No sooner had she finished than the intruder came around the corner carrying
what looked like a knife in his hands!

"Whoosh!" went the can of Mace, scoring a direct hit on the prowler's unseen
face, followed by the manic `click, click, click' of the Taser shooting it's
50,000 volt charge into the man's midsection!

"Aargh!" he screamed, before he fell to the floor in convulsions from the
electrical shock.

Lynn immediately turned on a lamp while Lisa stood over the culprit, ready
to zap him again.

"BOB!" Lynn said.

"You thieving asshole!  Why did you come back?" Lisa screamed.

"I don't think he'll be in any condition to answer you for a while."

Lynn was right.  He lay there on the Persian rug, a quivering mass of jello,
eyes rapidly swelling shut from the Mace, and his muscles twitching
uncontrollably.

"Pweez...uh..uh.., don her meee, uh...uh...!" he said.

The two women tied his hands and feet together and dragged him onto the
hardwood floor where he was gagged and tied to an antique iron stove Lisa
had just bought.

"That ought to hold him until morning.  I'll decide then whether or not to
have him arrested for burglary and assault with a deadly weapon!"

Lisa looked at the knife on the floor, along with the salami, cheese, bread
and beer he'd obviously been intending to eat.  She put the food back in the
refrigerator, but left the knife right where it fell -- with Bob's
fingerprints all over it!
Bob's Awakening


I don't know how long I lay there all trussed up on the hardwood floor.  The
next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming onto my face, and the smell of
fresh brewed coffee filled the air.

I tried changing positions, which was nearly impossible considering the way
they had tied my wrists and ankles.  I also tried to call for help, but the
gag permitted little more than a gutteral, animal-like noise.

I heard the familiar `clack, clack, clack' of women's high heeled shoes on
the floor, and then my field of vision was filled with a pair of black
spike-heeled pumps.  They were so close that I could smell the leather.

"Is our big bad burglar awake?"

I recognized Lisa's voice immediately and tried to make eye contact, but my
restraints didn't permit it.

"Mmmph...rrmph...grggl...!"

"I'll take that as a yes.  If I remove your gag, do you promise to behave
yourself?" she asked condescendingly.

The thought of giving her the satisfaction of an affirmative answer galled
me to no end, but my need for freedom outweighed my pride and anger.  I
nodded.

Lynn and Lisa sat imperiously above me on the sofa, their coffee cups in
hand, while I related the events which led to my return the night before.

"After I left here, me and the guys drove to Malibu and had a few drinks at
a bar.  We met these chicks, and they invited us to their place on the
beach.  On the way there, we stopped at a 7-11 to get some beer, and the
next thing I know, one of my buddies pulls a gun and tells the clerk to
empty the register!"

"My brother, the future convict!" Lisa crowed.

It pissed me off that she actually looked pleased at the possibility that I
might go to jail!

"That's not all, sis.  The clerk reached into the drawer and came out with a
huge wad of bills in his right hand, which my buddy reached for immediately.
Then I saw the .44 Magnum in the clerks other hand!  Fifteen seconds later
both the clerk and my buddy were dying on the floor, and I was running down
the highway as fast as my feet would carry me."

Lisa went to the telephone while Lynn kept a close watch on me.  She dialed
the police, and I held my breath as my beloved sister spoke.  I was
relieved, and a little surprised when she hung up a few minutes later
without having turned me in.

She'd spoken to an ex-girlfriend who worked as a police dispatcher.  The
good news was that the clerk wasn't dead, just badly wounded.  The bad news
was that my buddy was dead, and the clerk was certain that he could identify
the other robber!  In fact, the police already had a composite drawing and
were releasing it to the newspapers and television stations!

"You really did it this time, Bob.  According to state law, if anybody dies
as a result of a crime, even one of the perpetrators, his accomplice is
responsible.  You'll be charged with armed robbery and murder!"

Lynn knelt down beside me, her full breasts near my face.

"This is the closest you'll get to a woman for a long time.  But I'm sure
you'll be very popular at San Quentin!"

"You can't turn me in!  I'm your own flesh and blood!  Just give me some
money, and you'll never see me again." I tried to keep the fear out of my
voice.

"No way I'm going to be an accessory to murder." Lisa shot back as she
picked up the phone.  Lynn continued to sit beside me on the floor, the
smell of her perfume taunting me.  She seemed to be deep in thought.

"I'm begging you, sis!  You know what'll happen in prison.  I'll do anything
you want.  Just don't turn me in!"

I babbled like a baby, ashamed at being reduced to begging for my freedom.

"Maybe there's another option." Lynn said.

"You can't mean you want to help this lizard!"

"Maybe there's a way he can not only be punished, but also be useful to us,
without turning him over to the police."

I couldn't believe Lynn was on my side.  Especially since my near rape of
her the day before.

"Yes, yes.  Anything you want!  I promise I'll..."

"Shut up Bob," Lisa growled.  "What do you mean he could be useful to us?"
she asked Lynn.

For the next fifteen minutes they conferred in hushed tones near the
fireplace.  I could only make out a word here and there, and I remember Lisa
laughing a couple times.  Finally they broke up their huddle and returned.

"Here's the deal, Bob.  Either you agree to cooperate with us, without
question, or I call the cops right now and turn you in for robbery, murder,
attempted murder, breaking and entering and attempted assault!"

Lisa stood there, arms crossed and hip cocked to one side.  Her shiny black
leather pumps just inches from my face.  In the background I could see Lynn
with her hand on the telephone.

As I weighed my limited options, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Lisa asked sweetly.

"Los Angeles Police Department, ma'am.  May we ask you a few questions?"
came the no nonsense reply.

"Sure.  Just let us throw some clothes on."

I'm sure Lisa could smell my fear.

"What'll it be, little brother?  Accept our terms, or become the `Sweetheart
of Cellblock D'?"

"Whatever you say, sis.  Just don't turn me in!"

Quicker than I could say `free at last', Lynn had me stuffed into a lingerie
filled trunk at the back of her closet.  I could barely make out bits and
pieces of their conversation with the cops:

"He tried to break in last night..."

"A warrant for his arrest..."

"My brother has friends in Europe..."

"If I ever see or hear from him again, I assure you

I'll call immediately!"

After what seemed like and hour in that hot, stuffy, feminine box, Lynn and
Lisa returned.

"I think they believed me when I said you might have gone back to Europe.
But they'll be looking around here for you anyway.  Bob Thomas has got to
disappear!"

"You got it, sis!  Just give me some dough and..."

"Be quiet unless you're spoken to!" Lynn said.

"You misunderstand, little brother.  We have a deal.  You belong to us now.
You're not going anywhere.  But Bob Thomas is still going to disappear!"The
next two days were a whirlwind of confusing (at least to me) activities,
during which I was kept naked except for one of Lynn's pink terrycloth
bathrobes, which barely (HA!) covered my ass.  They burned the only clothes
I had, and took all of my identification.

Lisa spent a great deal of time on the phone with someone at our father's
medical clinic, and also her lawyer, while Lynn spent an equal amount of
time talking to someone named Tasha.

For my part, I realized that losing my stuff was better than a jail cell, so
I just watched tv and drank beer.  In fact, I'd just finished one that Lisa
cheerfully served me when I began to get drowsy.

"Enjoying your beer?" Lynn asked.

I nodded, wondering why my hands were going numb.

"I hope so, because it's the last one you'll be having for a long, long
time."

With that ominous statement ringing in my ears, I realized she had drugged
me!

"Wha's goin' awn, Lee...saaa?" I slurred as the paralysis spread quickly to
my throat, arms and legs.

"It's time for Bob Thomas to make good his escape from the law.  Although,
you won't be escaping justice," Lynn said as she rolled first my legs, then
my torso up in a large Persian rug.

"Don't worry dear, I promise that when we're through the police will never
catch you."

Lisa said this as my numb body was lifted off the sofa by two beefy Latino
men that appeared out of nowhere!  I tried to scream out a protest, but
whatever they'd given me left me completely motionless and speechless.

"Curare, little brother.  That's what I put in your beer.  Just enough to
make you manageable for Hector and Felipe.  I discovered that for a hot meal
and $100, there was very little they won't do!"

I was carried to the garage and tossed roughly into the back of an old
pickup truck filled with rags, cardboard and aluminum cans.

As the two men covered me with this refuse, Lisa and Lynn came into my field
of vision, both smiling.  My terror was out of control at this point, and
the syringe Lisa held did nothing to allay my fears.

"We're not going to kill you.  After all, we're family!  We've just found a
way to make you more useful, and at the same time protect ourselves for
having hid you from the police."

With that, she stuck the needle deep into my exposed right shoulder.

I heard the doors to the truck slam shut, and the antiquated engine sputter
to life.

"Senora, where are we taking this hombre?", I heard one of the men say as
consciousness slipped away.

"Take Pacific Coast Highway north until you reach Malibu Canyon Road.  Turn
right and drive until you see a sign that says `The Thomas Clinic and
Medical Lab'.  Go to the rear loading dock, someone will meet you."

Lisa returned just as I was sinking into the blackness completely.

"When you wake up, we'll both be there, and you'll be safe from the police.
See you soon, little brother!"

I remember the cool night air hitting my face as the garage door opened and
we drove out into the black night.

I vaguely remember thinking:  "Maybe I should have turned myself in!"

Time lost all meaning for me.  I was having weird dreams about being in a
hospital.  Nurses would come and inject something into me, and then leave.
A doctor would lean over me, look down my throat, and then he too would
leave.  Sometimes I would come to as I was being wheeled somewhere on a
cart, only to drift off again, amidst a roomful of green-clad figures.

Finally, after I don't know how long, the periods of consciousness began to
outlast those of oblivion.

Each time a nurse entered my room I tried to call out, but for some reason I
couldn't utter a sound.  I tried to wave, but found that I was restrained.
What had happened to me?

I considered the possibility that the two men from Lisa's house had beaten
me badly, or that there'd been some sort of accident and I was paralyzed.
It also occurred to me that I might be in police custody!

One day, Lisa and Lynn walked through the door to my room, accompanied by
the same doctor I'd seen in my dreams.

"How's our little patient today, hmm?" the doctor chirped.

Everybody was smiling as they waited for my response.

"Aargh...grrlf...," I said.  Even I wasn't sure what I meant.

"Oh my, I forgot to remove the laryngeal inhibitor." the doctor said as he
reached for a long, strange looking device.

I tried to shrink from him, but had nowhere to go, as he stuck what seemed
like his arm and a golf club down my throat!

"This was inserted in order to immobilize the patient's vocal cords during
the healing process." he explained to Lisa and Lynn as he withdrew from my
throat.

"Now that the sutures are dissolved, we can try our new technique for voice
enhancement."

The doctor spoke as though I wasn't even in the room.  I felt like a guinea
pig!  Before I could speak, he grabbed a small instrument that looked like a
jewelers tool and stuck his hand down my throat once again.

"The patient's larynx has been downsized considerably, resulting in a
complete loss of what is called the Adam's apple.  We then attached a very
small prosthetic device called a...  well, the name is difficult even for me
to pronounce, but we attached it to the patient's vocal cords."

Lisa and Lynn looked at me like it was a petting zoo, while the doctor
continued his medical show and tell.

He touched something down inside my neck, and then I actually felt the tool
he held lock into place!

"This device will help throat cancer victims regain a pleasant and normal
sounding voice."

I felt him turn his hand ever so slightly, resulting in a mild pain in my
throat.

"Alright now, say:  `Good Morning Dr.  Leonard.'"

"Goo...morging...dokker Lenner" I croaked, my voice little more than a good
impression of a cement mixer.  I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the
thought I might have lost the power of speech forever.

"Why does she sound like that?" Lisa asked, as I wondered who the 'she' was.

"It's expected.  The larynx is so much smaller now, it's incapable of speech
in the patient's former vocal range.  Let me make another adjustment."

This went on for almost a half hour before I was actually able to form
complete words.  To my dismay, my voice kept getting higher and higher with
each adjustment.

"Say:  'Thank you.  I'd love to dance.'" he prompted me, as Lisa and Lynn
smirked in the background.

I repeated the stupid line and realized that my voice was almost as high as
Lisa's!

"Wait a minute!  What the fuck's goin' on here?" I asked as forcefully as my
new voice would allow.  "Why are you making me sound like a
girl....mmmph...aargh?!"

I nearly choked as Dr.  Leonard shoved his gloved hand back down my throat.

"Such nasty language.  You shouldn't speak so loudly so soon.  We're not
through yet."

The doctor turned to my sister and asked her if she was satisfied with the
voice adjustment.  To my horror, she shook her head, and then conferred with
Lynn in the corner.  Meanwhile, the doctor seemed to be checking bandages on
my nose and ears, as well as doing something to my scalp.

"Dr.  Leonard, we've decided that we don't ever want to hear that type of
pushy, forceful outburst from Barbie again.  Can something be done to ensure
that?"

"Yes, but the patient may never be taken seriously in a boardroom or
business environment.  Such an adjustment would leave her with the voice of
a,...well...bimbo."

He looked at me, almost as if he felt my helplessness.  In a strange way, I
sensed he was powerless too.  And who was this `Barbie' Lisa mentioned?

"Perfect!  The boardroom is the last place our little patient will be," Lynn
laughed.  "More likely the bedroom!"

I felt the doctor make one final turn, much longer than any of the others,
and I felt my throat tighten from within, like a rubber band being stretched
to it's limit.

He withdrew his hand, but quickly re-inserted it.  This time he held what
looked like a long spray gun, and I felt him squirt something down my
throat.

"This is a combination anesthetic and surgical adhesive.  Over the next few
hours it will paralyze the vocal cords, while the adhesive assures the
current adjustments are permanent!"

The doctor left the room, leaving me with my sister and Lynn.

Permanent!

I'd have the voice of a bimbo permanently!

Lynn left me no time to absorb this development, because she sat on the edge
of my bed and took my restrained hand in hers.

"We realize you must be upset, Barbie.  Oh yes, that's now legally your
name.  You're Barbie Ann Dahl.  Get it?  Barbie DOLL!"

She and Lisa couldn't control their laughter over my new name.

"According to your new birth certificate, You were born in Phoenix, Arizona
to Joseph and Betsy Dahl.  I happen to know that your mother gave you that
name because her favorite toy was a Barbie Doll.  Now pay attention, because
you'll need to memorize these details."

Lisa filled a paper cup with some water and held my head while I sipped it.
I swore to myself that I'd bide my time, figure out a way back to my life,
and then kick the living shit out of both of them.!

Lynn just droned on about this manufactured life they'd set up for me.  I
didn't listen, because I had no intention of living as girl.  Then, just as
I thought she'd finished, she dropped a bombshell.

"One last detail, Barbie dear.  According to your birth certificate, your
were born on the same day as Lisa's missing brother Bob, the 27th of March.
That should be easy to remember.  Of course, the year is different, since
he's so much older than you."

My eyes widened and filled with tears.  What did she mean?  Somehow, in
spite of the anesthetic paralyzing my throat, I managed to squeak out a very
weak, very high pitched:

"What...year...does...it...say...I...was...born....?"

"Why, everybody knows when they were born, silly girl.  It's written right
here - March 27th, 1976!

Two Weeks Later

The mirror had become my enemy.  It was a constant reminder of my loss of
identity.  I'd put off going to the bathroom as long as possible just to
avoid seeing the reflection above the toilet.

Part of me still refused to accept the fact that the strange image was mine.
Each day the comfort of that denial faded like an old pair of bluejeans.

I still saw the same broad chest and shoulders as before, only now they were
completely hairless, but then, so was the rest of me!  One morning two
orderlies took me to a room where I was covered with a cool blue gel, and
then wires were attached to my toes, fingers, ears and scalp.  I was then
placed into a shallow water filled tub, where I floated for 30 minutes while
a mild charge of some kind coursed through my body.  That was 8 days ago,
and I haven't been able to find a hair on me since.

My bald head gave me some small satisfaction, because it seemed to emphasize
my manhood.  At least it did as long as I didn't look down at the rest of my
face.

My formerly strong, Mel Gibson-ish nose was replaced with a silly little
nothing of a Melanie Griffith-ish nose!  It made me look pinched and out of
proportion, and more than a little sissyfied.

My new ears were likewise much smaller than before, and closer to my head.
My formerly single pierced right ear had been augmented with 4 more holes in
each ear!  And in place of my small silver stud now hung three gold hoops, a
black onyx heart-shaped stud and a diamond earring.  I'd tried to remove
them, but was told by Lynn that surgical glue made that impossible.

Any thought of escape was futile, once I realized that not only were the
windows sealed shut, but I was on the 6th floor.  The one time I attempted
to slip out of my room and get to an elevator, I was caught by a heavyset
female nurse, who much to my surprise, easily subdued me until the orderlies
returned me to my bed.

"Good morning, Barbie!  How are we today?" the man I'd come to know as Dr.
Markley asked.

I gave him my usual silent, glaring response.  I still couldn't stand the
sound of my new voice.

"Come, come now.  We must have a good attitude.  You don't want your sister
to have me use our special way of making you speak again, do you?"

He was right.  I definitely didn't want that.  The last time I refused to
speak I was given a strange drug that caused me to babble on senselessly
until I my throat was sore and hoarse and I fainted from exhaustion.

"Alright, you win.  I'm speaking, are you happy now?" My answer was dripping
with sarcasm.  Unfortunately, with this new voice of mine, sarcasm came out
sounding like little more than childish petulance.

Lisa and Lynn entered, followed by a woman in a white lab coat.  Her
features were strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that draped her
shoulders and caressed her large, firm tits.  She was about 5'6", and
perfectly proportioned.  From her narrow waist down to her shapely legs,
this woman was an eyeful.

"Meet Dr.  Renee Sanders, from the clinic's bio-genetic research team." Lynn
said as she sat down beside the bed.  "Dr.  Sanders has been working on
something brand new that she thinks will ensure your safety from
prosecution."

As Lynn spoke, the woman in the lab coat was setting several bottles on a
table beside my bed.

"Recent advances in genetic engineering have allowed us to greatly expand
our knowledge of exactly how living things develop certain characteristics."

In spite of her beauty and allure, I found Dr.  Sanders droning, monotone
voice annoying.

"For instance, last month we injected a mouse with a hybrid 'genetic
cocktail' made with mutated and enhanced cells from a common house cat.  As
of this morning, the mouse had gained 4 pounds and is meowing like a lion."

She lifted one of the bottles and inserted a long hypodermic needle into it.
I was watching her so closely, that I never felt Lisa and Lynn strap my arms
to the bed.

"Hey...why are you doing that?  Let me go!"

"Hush now, Barbie.  We don't want a scene." Lisa said as they quickly
secured my legs also.

"We think we've discovered a way to synthesize the DNA code of humans,
modify it, and re-generate it in another host body."

As she spoke, Dr.  Sanders swabbed my arm with a cotton ball, and I watched
helplessly as she slipped the needle into my soft white flesh.

I watched as the pale yellow, viscous solution drained into me, and I
wondered what it was designed to do exactly.

"How long before we see some results?" Lynn asked impatiently.

"About a week," Dr.  Sanders answered.

"What kind of results do you mean?" I asked meekly, beads of sweat beginning
to run down my forehead.

My tormentresses, Lisa and Lynn, looked at each other conspiratorially as
Dr.  Sanders wrote on the chart hanging at the foot of my bed while
answering

"As we speak, the genetic information contained in the injection is moving
through your system heading for your cerebral hemispheres, pituitary gland,
and prostate.  It will attach to the appropriate cells and chromosomes and
modify them to match the encoding on the new genetic data."

She smugly clicked her pen and replaced the chart.

"What the fuck does that mean in english?" I wailed.

I did not get a straight answer from anybody that day, but over the next
week the effects of Dr.  Sanders 'genetic cocktail' became as clear to me as
the pert upturned nose on my face.

My hair began to grow back, but only on my head and crotch.  It started the
very next morning as a soft fuzziness, and by nightfall my formerly bald
skull was covered with thick, wavy hair that nearly touched the bottom of my
neck.  And it was a vivid honey blonde!  By the second day, Lisa had to show
me how to pull it back off my face with a barrette in order to keep it out
of my eyes.

My eyebrows grew back that first day too, but nothing like they were before.
Instead of my dark bushy ones, I found I now had well groomed, highly arched
brows, just a tad darker than the mane of hair that had taken over my head.

The crotch hair didn't materialize quite as quickly, but there were
certainly other things going on down there.

My balls first began to ache the second day, and by noon on the third day
after the injection it felt as though somebody were kicking me in the crotch
every 10 minutes!  I begged the nurses for some pain medication, but they
just smiled and left me alone.

It felt as though my testicles were trying to shrink back into my gut, and
sure enough, by the end of day four, they had reduced in size by at least
75%!  They now looked less like the masculine organs of a grown man and more
like the pre-pubescent balls of a 10 year old boy.



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