Message-ID: <4909eli$9710161150@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4909.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG Fury 8/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016131000.JAA10851@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 8 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 'Who are you dating after you have seen me?' I asked. She looked down at her short lycra skirt and halter top and said, 'No- one, but first rule of business is to dress to impress.' she said. 'I'm impressed. Now down to work,' I said. 'I've been thinking about our plan,' she said. 'Yes?' 'I don't really want him to be Jennifer anymore,' she said. My heart began to sink. 'Please don't get cold feet.' 'No I want him to be someone I don't know. If I saw him as her it would rub in what he did to me, for destroying my trust in him.' she said bitterly. 'Do you want me to handle that part. I know of a few ways to get DNA without the subject knowing. It would also have to be someone not local as that would raise too many questions.' I asked. This was getting better all the time. I had just the person in mind. Kat! I would need some of her DNA for my plan anyway. This way I could have an exact test in an controlled environment. It shouldn't take very long to get it anyway. But I won't tell Cathline who or why I choose her. 'Seems logical,' she said. Cathline moved closer to me, her legs occasionally touching mine. Was this a come on? 'So I can choose?' I asked. 'Yep,' She agreed. 'Now I think that a normal human body will die if subjected to too much change, too quickly,' I said. 'It must be given time to recover.' 'You're the doc,' Cathline said. Her hand momentarily touched my knee. What next? 'I think a day between changes should be enough, and maybe spread the doses over 10 days.' I added 'How will the doses be administered?' Cathline asked. This time her hand stayed on my knee. Should I brush it away? 'The injection method is fine in a laboratory but we could use the new powdered form we have been experimenting with. This means you can give it to him any time and any how you like,' I said. The hand was resting lightly on my thigh now! 'Once he starts to change won't he be suspicious of me?' She asked. I had expected this question and again I mentally checked off another part of my plan. Her hand was still there. Did I detect a small stroke just then??? Did I want to stop this?? 'Maybe I can tailor that narcotic you were working on before I joined. Make him lust after the thing you first put it in. I dunno put it in his coffee or something. Then he will want coffee to relieve his cravings. You can then slip it into his coffee whenever you like.' I told her. 'Speaking of lust,' Cathline said. Before I had chance to answer she had pressed her moist lips onto mine and, to my surprise, I responded. I wouldn't regard myself as a lesbian or even a little bi, but something in her kiss lit my fire. Her hand stroked my leg moving ever closer to my pussy. The sensations were unique. Part of me wanted to push her away, the other *have* her. She was supposed to be the very 'proper' Cathline, but the hands reaching up to unbutton my blouse were not doing the 'proper' thing at all. Before I could do much else a skilful hand had undid my bra and was stroking my smooth, firm breasts. I felt flushed as my arousal grew. I began to respond in kind, stroking her firm bosom over her halter top. Her nipples grew as she became aroused and from the fire that I felt inside I knew that mine had just done the same. The lust began to grow and before I knew or could control it I had removed her skimpy top exposing her heaving chest. 'Wait.. ' I panted. 'What? You don't like this?' she asked. 'YES, but we don't want to be disturbed, do we?' I said. Still not really believing what I was doing/about to do I phoned the butler and told him dinner would be late, and that Cathline and I was not to be disturbed under *any* circumstances. 'Now where were we?' Cathline said seductively. 'About here,' I said as I held her close. Our breasts heaving together as we resumed our passionate embrace. 'Lay down,' she said and I did so. Her tongue was caressing my body. It fondled my earlobes, then my neck and finally my by now very erect nipples. I began to moan, 'Yes, yes.' Electricity shot through me as her hand *finally*, but all too briefly, touched my pussy. I groped for the zip that held her skirt on and freed her of that article of clothing as she began to stroke my long, shapely legs again. 'About time I released you,' she crooned as my skirt was also removed. She stroked the curve of my waist and I did the same, feeling her smooth, unblemished skin. How different this was from making love to a man! So unhurried, so understanding, so gentle and so ummmmm. 'How about a 69?' she asked. By this time, a forest fire of passion and pleasure was burning within me and I agreed instantly. We swapped sides to form the classic shape and although I had done this with *him* this was unique and special. I was on top, looking down at her moist, open and aroused clit. I went to lick her hot, open and moist pussy, but she said 'Not yet, lover.' She reached up grasping the cheeks of my ass and began to smother my pussy with kisses. I moaned even louder and began to sweat. As her hands stroked my thighs and her tongue very delicately began to caress the lips of my cunt I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner. As I reached orgasm I heard her pant, 'Now lover.' I bent down, laying flat over her, and began to caress her pussy too. She too began to moan louder and soon we were in concert. The rhythm of our bodies, tongues and hands, adding the baseline to our sexual tune. I tasted her for the first time, her hot musk smell arousing me more than I had been for a long time. Hmm, women tasted so different. An exploratory caress with my tongue sent us both into overdrive. As I became more experienced our pleasure grew. This went on seemingly for hours. Each of us taking delight in each others bodies and sensations. We both came together, something that had happened only a few times when I was with a man. As our volcanic pleasure died down and turned into a warm, satisfied glow I really began to regret not doing this earlier. As we lay beside each other, her hand still resting on my breast, my hand gently stroking her hip, she said, 'I had no idea...' 'Neither did I. I guess we both needed each other,' It was now late and I knew we still had a lot of ground to cover. 'We have to get on, alas' I said as I got up to get dressed. Cathline, her fun for the moment gone, did the same. 'Shame,' she grinned. 'My house has plenty of space, you could always spend the night,' I told her. Had I really just invited another woman to sleep with me? I guess I had, and I certainly had no regrets. 'We only need one room, but not tonight. What would people say if they knew I was sleeping with the boss?' Cathline said grinning again. 'When do you want the package delivered?' I asked. 'I should be able to get the DNA within a few days. Say, make the doses during the following week.' I said, a bit disappointed. 'Fine, whatever you can do,' the lovely Cathline said. 'Let's call it a night,' I said. 'Sure you won't stay?' I asked. 'Hmm, very tempting, but no. I'll see you tomorrow.' With that Cathline left. My mind was in a whirl. Was I really falling for this woman or was she just some unforeseen side effect? I knew that I must keep the reason why her husband cheated on her a secret, otherwise all would be lost. I admit to feeling a little guilty for using her like that, especially as she wasn't as prim and proper as she wanted people to believe. Maybe one of the reasons she wanted this type of revenge was so that she could have her husband how she really liked them, a woman. Before I went to bed I made another call to my 'friends'. 'This is Deianeira. Status report on Jane Norton.' I asked. 'The wedding is in exactly two months.' Damn, I thought. 'Where is the honeymoon?' I asked. 'They are booked into the Luxor hotel in Cairo for three weeks right after the wedding.' the voice said. 'OK. Locate the most skilled tattoo artist in Cairo and tell him to await further instructions in around nine weeks and tell him to practice his Hydra's. Also find me the meeting places for the local slave-trade and contact names for some 'friends' in Egypt.' 'Done. Anything else?' 'Yes, I want you to obtain a sample of Jane Norton's hair or blood. I think you should be able to persuade her doctor to let you have a sample. Say that you are AIDS testing or something. When you have done that leave it in the usual place. I will call back in three days.' With that done I went to bed, my mind buzzing. Only two months to go. So much to do, but first we must attend to our friends Cathline and John Richards. The next day at work I hardly saw Cathline. I wanted to keep up the pretence of loving her so that she would not get scared off, and it would also allow me to adapt my plans to hers as they evolved. What was the saying? 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'. The next day I went to the pick up place, a small cave around 100 miles south of the lab. A sample of hair was in a polythene bag. A cursory inspection showed a few live hair follicles still attached to the hair. Perfect. I was sitting alone in the canteen (after all who wants to sit next to the boss?) when Cathline sat next to me. 'Hi,' she said. 'Hi, I've got the package if you still want it,' I said. 'Yes, I still want it. John is so apologetic but I think he enjoyed cheating on me really,' she said. 'I should have the refined version of it ready in about a week,' I mentioned. 'look I've told John I'm going away for a few days to think. I would like to spend them with you.' 'Why not? We'll need privacy. I see you tonight,' and I gave her foot an 'accidental' brush with mine. That night we didn't do much talking. Lots of doing, but not much talking. Although it was good, there was something missing. Maybe it was surprise. As we lay cuddling in my bed I asked her a $64,000 question. 'Do you want your husband to be a woman for a while so that you can enjoy her instead of me?' 'Whatever makes you say that?' Was that a guilty look!!! 'Just a thought.' 'I'll admit that I will try it on when he's your mystery girl but that's not my main reason.' 'Sure?' 'Positive' and she gave my nipple a little tweak. This prompted a response from me and soon we were at it again. This time much more frenzied but still very sensual. Why couldn't men be this sensitive? Morning came and I made my way to work, while Cathline worked from my home. I thought back to my encounters with Cathline. Why did she seduce me so? Why so keen when she had always seemed to have the perfect marriage? I reflected back again over the events of the past couple of days. Maybe she was a little too eager to have her husband transformed. Why was this? In searching for this answer my mind went back to THAT day, THAT hour, THAT second. Further back I went until I saw the same pattern forming. HIM being too willing to go along with my schemes and fantasies and then being hit with refusal. Cathline was playing me for a puppet, just as he had done. These thoughts began to blot out all others. Liz...CONCENTRATE! Tears, mood swings, why was I getting so upset? I can't let Cathline know I'm onto her. A day or so later the answer came, just in the nick of time. I had thought she was different but I could see the trap coming this time. She was just using me so that she could get what she wanted. That was it! I saw her plan instantly...Seduce me so she can turn her husband into a woman for a while. See how he likes it, drop me and go running off back to him. I would not let that happen. I began to draw up a counter to this. It was just a small diversion in the scheme of things but it would serve as another test I wanted to perform. It would also tidy up some possible loose ends and act as additional insurance should the need arise. The sample of Kat's DNA was just right and I made three copies of it. One for John, One for HIM and one for me. I had no desire to undergo the kind of traumatic change that HE would have to undergo and so I got my team to design a fast, painless version (I didn't tell them what it was really for just that if we were to produce this stuff commercially it should be painless). Once again my teams came up trumps. They did everything I asked of them and more. I had realised from the early days of my plan that I would have to change places with Kat at some point in time and that the only way to do that was to become her double. This meant that I had to store copies of my own DNA somewhere safe. I also needed a backup for the equipment at the lab and so some months previously I had purchased a small unit just outside of town. It resembled a small warehouse and had little security. Anonymity was the best security this place could have. In any case, the DNA altering traps I had set inside should prevent unauthorised tampering. The only other security measure required me to show my torso to an image recognition system before I could use the system. I called this place 'Rhamnus' after the place where Nemesis sought sanctuary. It was at 'Rhamnus' that I spliced the final versions of the drugs I was going to use. Let me see... 10 Kat Pills for HIM. With the new intelligent narcotic built in. Plus some other concoctions. 10 Doses of Kat Powder for John with the old Narcotic (but in smaller doses than those for HIM). 1 Painless presto-changeo version for me. 1 Painless back to me version. How could I have forgotten. I now had to tailor the real Kat's final form and add some fixer to make really sure. I sat down at the terminal and thought. I would tell HIM that I could not identify Kat after her change, but I had to know what she will look like in order that I can recognise her if the need arises. A few hours in front of the GUI DNA interface and all was complete. I pitied her in a way so she got a painless dose too. I hoped she likes her new body... I used the interface to design a few new faces for me, if I should need them. I now reckoned I could reduce the time it takes to change faces down to 20 seconds, and make it painless too. After this I guessed I'd be the first shapeshifter in the world. However all this depended on how well John did. It may seem forward to produce all this first before the test, but time really was short and I KNEW this would work. I came back from Rhamnus a few days later. To my chagrin I had missed being with Cathline, but this had to come first. I met Cathline around my house after about a week. Why did she have to dress so revealingly in public? I didn't want the news of our affair to get out. 'All Done,' I said and passed her John's 'Kat' Doses. 'This will really work?' she asked as she passed me a sample of John's hair. 'Don't lose it.' 'In three months he will be back to how he should be,' I said. 'Sure this will work?' Cathline asked. 'Yep. All set, apart from a couple of things.' 'Which are?' Cathline asked. 'You MUST keep a record and E-mail me every day. The detail doesn't have to be too explicit, as I don't want to get too jealous, but I must know if the drug is working OK. Also when the change is complete he/she will need some new papers in order to get around, credit cards, passports, drivers license etc. Oh and by the way I would recommend not giving him the doses for about week. just to be on the safe side.' I explained 'This is only for a couple of months,' Cathline confirmed. 'Yes, but you may want to go away. I may just be able to shout you a holiday as a thank you.' 'Wow! You sure?' 'Me? Short of money? Not likely. I guess you want the papers now, so that you can see what your husband will look like?' 'Yes please, hand them over.' I handed over the papers marvelling at the work my 'friends' had managed to achieve. All the documents were identical to the real thing. 'Jane Norton, huh?' 'Yep. Cute isn't she.' 'We look very much alike. Was that intentional?' Cathline observed. 'Kind of. I thought you will be able to share clothes rather than have to buy new outfits for her.' 'Good idea! No, Jane Norton will do just fine. I'll keep in touch when I can, but I'll tell you now that I have to be off work until this is done.' 'Fine. You're fired,' I said. 'What!!' 'Don't worry I'll take you back on as my deputy once all this is over but I need to be able to distance myself from this. I hope you understand.' 'Fine. See you in a couple of months, lover.' She said and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I went back into the house very satisfied. Laying down on my sofa, looking at the sun going down over my well kept grounds, I made a call from my special phone. 'This is Deianeira. Status report.' 'Everything is in place. The wedding takes place on the 20th of July. The honeymoon destination is confirmed as Cairo.' 'And the tattoo artist?' 'Paid and waiting for further instructions.' 'What about the other packages?' 'EVERYTHING is in place,' The voice sounded a little annoyed. 'Flights booked for all involved?' 'EVERYTHING is in place' The voice sounded even more annoyed. 'Oh and just one more thing' I outlined an additional instruction. 'Are you sure you want that done? It will cost half a million, cash.' 'Yes,' I answered. 'Consider it done, Deianeira.' 'Thank you, your payment will be in the usual place in four weeks. That will be all for now.' 'Pleasure doing business, Deianeira.' and my 'friend' hung up. My 'friends' were going to get a shock when they tried to hand out the money. I had impregnated the money with my DNA altering drug. A couple of hours after it was dished out there would be a few more cats in the world (The feline kind). The money would dissolve soon after. I do so hate loose ends. All the pawns were now in place. It would soon be time for the queen to move. I made another call. 'Hi, Terri. This is Liz. Is Vickie there?' 'Hold on, I'll get her,' my secretary said. 'Vickie, Listen I'm going on a sabbatical for about four months. Can you hold the fort while I'm away? 'Bit sudden, isn't it?' Vickie replied. 'I know it's short notice but I really NEED the time off. Unless I get a long break I'll burn up. In anycase I know you can cope.' 'I'll try,' Vickie said. 'Terri. I authorise Vickie Turner to be my deputy in all aspects of my work until my return. I'll confirm that in writing as well. Bye.' I said. 'OK, have a good one,' Terri said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /