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    		TG: DNA (2/7)

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                        DNA part 2
                           by
                    Stephanie

CHAPTER 3

    Jim slowly woke up. Where was he? Why did he feel so groggy?
He managed to crack open his eyes and look up. A blur in front of his
face resolved into Dr Anne Chamberlain looking very worried.

    "Are you all right, Jim? Don't speak, there was a cracked valve
on a bottle of anaesthesia. I saw you go down as I got here, are you in
any pain?"

    Jim managed to shake his head feebly, he felt the rustle of 
something soft by his ears as he did so. Anne must have put a jumper
or something under my head he thought. He felt slightly alarmed when 
he noticed Anne still looked very worried, she noticed him looking and
managed a nervous smile.

    Anne looked down at the beautiful young girl looking up at her.
How am I going to explain what I did to him? He would be absolutely 
furious. An idea sprung into her head, if it was an accident then he
wouldn't be mad at her, she could turn him back and he wouldn't tell
the authorities. She slipped one of the empty vials in her hand on the
floor and kneeled on it. Jim didn't seem to hear the small crack as the
vial shattered.

    "Umm, Jim there is another problem. Relax it will be okay. Its 
the reason I asked you to come in today. I've made a major breakthrough
in my DNA altering virus. I had prepared several vials which should
allow a full body transformation."

    The realisation of what she had discovered caused Jim to forget
his weak state. This is what Anne had been working towards for years,
but why was she telling him this now while he was still barely conscious
from the gas?

    Anne continued. "When you fell over you hit the bench and
smashed one of the vials." She held up half a broken vial for Jim to
see. "And it totally transformed you, don't worry, its totally
reversible." I hope, she silently added.

    Jim was suddenly fully awake. No wonder I feel so odd, he
thought. Who am I now, well I can't have transformed into myself and
the only other person Anne is close to is her boyfriend, I must be him.
No wonder she's looking at me so oddly. Paul, her boyfriend was the
same age as Anne, 40 and was very handsome from what Jim could remember
of the few times they had met.

    Anne swallowed, here comes the difficult bit, she thought. "The
vial you fell on was based on the DNA of my 17 year old niece, I'm
sorry Jim, you're now her twin."

    Jim's face was now of one of absolute shock, his full feminine
lips parted and he whispered in a weak whisper, "No!" He immediately
realised his voice was high pitched and feminine, with all his strength
he lifted his hand to his chest and found something impossible there.

    Two big, soft, sensitive, impossible things.

    His hand slipped inside his open shirt and he felt his large
breast. HIS BREAST! It wasn't some fake, he could feel his hand on it
as well. His nipple responded to the attention and sprang erect. When
he was with his girlfriend he loved to play with her tits but now he
had tits of his own. I'm built better than my girlfriend now, he
realised.

    Anne coughed and Jim jumped and took his hand away from his
breasts. "Your shirt couldn't handle your new equipment, put this
jumper of mine on till we get home." 

    Jim, still feeling very woozy, focused on the jumper. It was
bright pink, He'd never wear anything like that normally. But he didn't
have much choice now, it was that or display his new breasts to the
world. Anne quickly and efficiently undid the buttons that had not
popped off and removed the shirt. He deliberately avoided looking at
his breasts, but he could feel them there swaying and bobbing with the
slightest movements. Anne helped him pull the snug jumper over his
head. Anne then pulled his long hair out of the back of his jumper and
he realised he had a lot more on top than usual.

    Anne pulled the jumper down, it was a much snugger fit on Jim's
large breasts than on her own body. The fabric was stretched and if you
looked, as all men would of course, you could clearly see Jim's nipples.
Matters were not helped by Jim's breasts becoming aroused by the feel of
the jumper on them. She just hoped they wouldn't run into security on
the way out. I'd never be able to explain why I was dragging a half 
conscious girl through the complex, she thought.

    She carefully lifted Jim to his feet and slowly eased him out
of the lab and down the corridor. Jim was amazed by the ease with which
she had lifted him, then he remembered he was probably much lighter
than before. He noticed that Anne seemed to be slightly taller than him,
whereas before he was a good six inches smaller. They finally made it
to a side exit where Anne helped him into a seat.

    "I'll go and bring the car around. I'll only be gone five
minutes, okay?" Without waiting for an answer Anne rushed out the door.

    Jim rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes, still very
groggy from the anaesthetic. This was just wasn't happening, he must have
had to much to drink last night and this was some drunken nightmare.

    "Are you all right?"

    Oh shit! A security guard! He opened his eyes and looked at the
guard, he was over fifty and overweight. "I-I'm waiting for my uh..aunt."
Jim was again shocked by his high and feminine voice.

    The guard looked at Jim, she's on drugs, he thought. "Who's your
aunt, miss?"

    Jim was momentarily surprised at being called miss but managed 
to blurt out "Anne Chamberlain. She's taking me home, I was at a party
last night." He managed to smile weakly at the guard. The guard didn't
notice having just realised Jim was not wearing a bra. Jim saw the
guard mentally undressing him and felt very uncomfortable, how am I
going to deal with this?

    Fortunately Anne burst in through the doors at that moment and
froze when she saw the guard.

    "Have you got the car Auntie? I still feel very hungover."

    Anne gave Jim an odd look, but she quickly got the hint.
"Well that'll teach you for drinking too much, come on lets get you
home." She helped Jim to his feet and moved him out the door. Jim was
infinitely thankful that the guard just opened the door and didn't offer
to support Jim, he was sure the guard would feel him up.

    Jim climbed into the passenger seat, feeling his breasts jostle
in his jumper. His hips felt wider and his bottom larger and softer,
but he absolutely refused to think about what lay between his thighs.
Anne secured Jim's seatbelt, the strap coming between his magnificent
breasts. It felt much more uncomfortable than wearing a seat belt as a
man. 

    "You okay Jim?" Anne said from the driving seat.

    "Yeah, I feel so tired"

    "Well the change was very stressful on your body, it needs to
rest." She put one hand on his knee "I promise you I can reverse it, a
day at most and you'll be back to your normal self."

    The drive back was mostly a blur to Jim, Anne was right he felt
totally exhausted.

    Anne pulled into her drive and into her garage, she looked over
at Jim and saw he was dozing. Anne found it impossible to believe that
this beautiful young woman was really a fairly muscular man. Anne went
round to the other side of the car and helped Jim out, she took him
upstairs to her bedroom. She carefully laid him on the bed. "Jim, you
just rest here as long as you need. Give me a call when you wake up,
okay?"

    Jim nodded drowsily and Anne left quietly. Before sleep
overcame him Jim wondered what would happen if Anne couldn't change
him back. To be stuck in a buxom woman's body for life, to have men
lusting after his body. The idea struck him with fear and a strange
excitement. Before he could worry about it further he slipped into a
deep sleep.

CHAPTER 4

    It was over five hours before Jim finally awoke. He yawned and slowly
opened his eyes. His first thought was why is the ceiling a different
color? He realised he must be in someone else's bedroom, how did he get
here. He had a vague memory of a car journey and something about having
tits. Some dream, except...

    THAT WAS NO DREAM!!

    Suddenly he was totally awake and sat up. The first thing he saw was
an extremely well endowed girl in her late teens sitting on a bed
opposite, it was of course, the dressing table mirror.

    He looked down to see his two large breasts straining the fabric of
Anne's jumper. He slid off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. So
this is what Anne's niece looks like he thought. I could really go for
her. Except he was her.

    He raised his hands in front of his face and studied them. They were
refined and seemed impossible small compared to his broad callused hands
he was used to. The nails were long and carefully manicured. He ran his
hands over his hips, they seemed huge, child bearing hips he realised.
The idea that he could now get pregnant and give birth filled him with
fear. He suddenly felt hot and he reached down  to pull off his jumper.
He reached down and pulled the it up, it caught on his huge breasts and
he had to ease each one out before he could remove the jumper. 

    Now for the first time he had a clear view of his large mammaries, the
size of his nipples surprised him, they were dark brown and very inviting.
He cupped a breast in each hand and felt their heavy weight with a
queasy feeling. The pressure of his dainty hands on his large nipples
caused them to become aroused again. A wave of sexual arousal swept
through his body. He looked in the mirror and watched the young woman
slowly rub her huge nipples. He trapped his nipples in-between his fingers
and moaned from the feeling. He imagined himself with this girl feeling
her breasts until she begged to be fucked. A small part of his mind
reminded him that he was now the girl but he was past caring. He felt his
groin become aroused but instead of his usual pumping hardness he felt
a dampness. He undid his jeans and pushed them off his hips, they and
his underpants fell to the floor and Jim was revealed in all his
feminine glory.

    God, I'm beautiful, he thought staring at the angel in the mirror.
Hesitantly he moved his hand to his strange new equipment. He ran his
fingers over his silky lips and slipped one finger into vagina. The
feeling was utterly alien, and totally erotic. He pushed his finger in
up to his knuckle and gasped again. He began to caress his clitoris and
his knees almost gave way from the assault of pleasure.

    He collapsed on the bed and began working his cunt with gusto, he
brought one hand back to his breasts and began to knead them in his
desperate need for release. Suddenly it broke over him like a huge tidal
wave and he screamed his shear delight as he had his best orgasm of his
life.

    It reached an intensity he could not believe and did not die away as
quickly as his male orgasms used to. He lay there on the bed and gently
rubbed his clit and his nipples, maybe being a woman for a day wouldn't
be so bad. It was a once in a lifetime experience and when Anne turned
him back tomorrow he might have learned how to please his girlfriend
more. 

    There was a gentle knock on the door, "Jim? Are you all right?"

    Jim couldn't help laughing quietly, though it came out as giggles.
Anne had obviously thought he'd screamed at waking up in a girl's body.
At least that's what he hoped Anne thought. " Yeah, I'm fine just wasn't
expecting what I saw when I woke up." Dear God he thought how am I going
to get used to this voice?

    "Can I come in?"

    He quickly scrambled into his jeans and jumper. He didn't bother with
the underpants and kicked them under the bed out of the way. Jim opened
the door and looked at Anne's concerned face. He smiled, "It still feels
very odd, My hips seem massive and these move at the slightest movement"
He glanced down.

    "I might be able to help there." She said and handed him a small bag.
He looked inside and pulled out a small mass of white satin and lace, he
untangled it and his jaw dropped. "A BRA!"

    "Well you do need it, if only for today. Do you want me to help you
put it on?"

    Jim was still shocked, as a man he wouldn't mind going topless but he
didn't want to show his breasts even to another woman. He noticed he had
thought 'another woman' and thought I'm glad I'll be out of this body
tomorrow or I might start fancying men. "Well.... I don't know"

    "Don't worry Jim. It's not like I haven't seen a pair of breasts before
is it?" She led him back into her bedroom and helped him off with his
jumper. She slid his arms into the straps and made him lean forward so
his breasts fell into the cups, then she fastened the bra and Jim stood
up.

    He stared at his reflection open mouthed. The bra was beautiful and
they held and cosseted his breasts perfectly. He tried to analyse his
feelings. he was in his bosses bedroom wearing a bra and it felt.....
wonderful. He felt uncomfortable with the thought and pushed it out of
his mind. Where had she got the bra? Anne didn't have small breasts, but
they were no where near the size of his. He asked her.

    "Well, I thought You'd feel better if they weren't flopping about all
over the place. And I felt guilty for what happened to you so I went
out and got it. It might feel odd for you to wear a bra, but it helps
doesn't it?"

    "Yeah, thanks. It beautiful." Anne thought that was a bit odd coming
from a man. Perhaps his female chemistry was affecting his mind in subtle
ways. She longed to study Jim's behavior more closely, but the first
priority was to find a way to reverse the transformation. Then she could
research it at her leisure.

    "Look, I'm going to have to pull an all nighter at the lab to produce
a virus capable of reversing this. Will you be alright on your own?"
She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of her own jeans and a
loose blouse she guessed might be able to contain  Jim's breasts. "If
your jeans aren't comfortable try these on. We're about the same size
now. There's plenty of food in the fridge. Don't answer the door, I'll
put the answer phone on, so listen in case I phone you."

    "Don't worry there is no way I'm answering the door looking like this."

    "Alright, I should be back sometime early tomorrow, so relax, we'll
soon have you back to your normal self."

    Jim smiled back and before he knew it Anne was out the door and down
the street in her car. 

    He slipped out of his jeans and stood just wearing his bra. He buttoned
the blouse. Slightly confused at first because the buttons were on the
other side of the blouse than on his shirts. It fitted, just.

    He was about to slip on his jeans when a mischievous thought crossed
his mind. He smiled and started going through Anne's drawers. He quickly
found her lingerie draw and sorted out a pair of white panties, he chose
a frilly pair similar in design to his bra. He slowly drew them up his
satiny smooth legs and they fitted snugly around his new crotch. He
looked in the mirror and saw the slight female bulge under his panties
that always turned him on. He found it almost impossible to believe it
now belonged to him.

    Finally he put on Anne's jeans, they were very tight and Jim admired
the way they showed off his cute butt and wide hips. He looked in the
mirror and realised he was one sexy woman. The thought made him feel
odd. He hunted around for some shoes and found a pair of trainers, which
seemed impossibly small but would easily fit his small dainty feet. He
was about to put them on when he noticed some high heeled shoes, he had
always admired the wiggle they gave a woman and couldn't resist trying
them on. He slipped them on and tried to do the sexy walk he saw women
do every day. His first attempt almost broke his ankles, and after five
minutes the best he had managed was a drunken waddle. Maybe it wasn't as
easy as it looked so he switched back to his trainers and wandered down 
stairs for something to eat.

    As Anne drove back to the research institute she had the nagging
feeling she had forgotten something important, she racked her brains for
a few minutes but couldn't remember. Jim's problems kept intruding and
she soon became involved in trying to solve it.

    Jim was in the process of putting together a sandwiche, when he heard
a key in the front door. Anne must have forgotten her laptop or
something. He heard the door open and a male voice call out, "Are you
ready yet, Anne? The film starts in half an hour."

    Jim was terrified, that's Paul her boyfriend! She forgot a date!

    There was no way he could get upstairs without Paul seeing him. He
would just have to face him and explain his presence.

    Gathering up his nerves he stepped into the hall.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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