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    		TG: DNA (1/7)

    My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/.

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    This story is copyright 1995 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 part 1
                           by
                    Stephanie

CHAPTER 1

    Jim yawned and glanced at the clock, It was almost 9.00 pm. 
Overtime was all well and good, but he would like to get home once in 
a while. Across the sterile room Dr Anne Chamberlain was finishing the
latest batch of samples. She looked over her shoulder just in time to 
see Jim yawn again.

    "Am I keeping you up, Jim?" she said, smiling.

    "Sorry Anne, what exactly is that batch designed to do?"

    A small grin slipped across her face. "It's a secret, if it
works you'll be the first to know."

    Jim gave up, it was obvious she was not going to share her
secret. Jim had a fair idea what it was, for months Dr Chamberlain had
been working on a project to rewrite a persons' DNA via a benign virus.
The advantages were obvious, any defect in a persons DNA could be
repaired. At the extreme end Dr Chamberlain hoped that the process
could extend life, or at least remove the worst excesses of age, to 
help her Jim had been hired as an assistant six months ago.

    "You go on home, Jim. I'm almost finished here."

    "Thanks doctor, see ya tomorrow." Jim left the sterile area and
went through decomtam.

    Only when he had left the lab did Anne open up an airtight
container. In the container was a small vial of blood. She opened the 
vial and added one drop of a colorless solution. She then sealed it and
sent it upstairs for a chromozone analysis. She had already done one 
analysis on the blood, which had yielded a perfectly normal result for
a human male. For the experiments both Anne and Jim had supplied small
amounts of blood, it saved the hassle of obtaining some through
official channels.

    The result reached her desk next day just before lunch. It 
showed the chromozones of a human female, an exact match for Anne's
niece. Anne remembered the trouble she had to get through to get blood
from her, eventually she persuaded her 17 year old niece to show her
how she drew samples of blood from patients. Julie, the niece, was
thinking of a medical career.

    Anne leaned back in her chair and smiled, it WOULD work, not 
just the minor changes she had been working with till now, a full body
change was possible. All she needed now was a test subject. She was
under no illusion that she would be able to get one in an official
program. But she had to test this now, and she had a test subject in
mind. She realised there was no way a 25 year old male would allow this
to be done to him. But, she thought, since the change takes only a
few minutes I could test it on him and turn him back while he was 
unconcious. The only problem was how to knock him out.

CHAPTER 2

    "But its saturday Dr Chamberlain!" said Jim in an pained voice.

    "Yes, I'm sorry Jim, but my experiment is at a critical point.
I'll show you what I've been up to the last few weeks."

    Just remember the overtime, Jim thought to himself. "Okay, I'll
be there in about half an hour."

    Jim walked through the deserted building up to the lab, put on
the clean suit and entered the sterile room. Where was Anne? She was 
always here, when at work. As he looked around he started feeling
faint, he tried to make it back to the exit but collapsed unconcious
before he could get there.

    Anne had watched him enter on the security cameras, and rushed
up as soon as he entered the lab. She suited up and put a respirator on
then entered the lab. Anne reached under the main bench and switched
off the cylinder of anasthetic, then switched the ventilatos to full.

    She rolled jim onto his side and pulled off his clean suit,
underneath he was wearing his jeans and shirt. The anasthetic should
give me ten minutes, she thought as she rolled up his sleeve and
injected one of the two clear vials into his arm. The DNA virus was
spread around his body and immediately set to work rewritting his
genetic makeup.

    In front of Anne's astounded eyes, Jim's features began to
soften, his strong jaw covered in stubble became smooth and more
feminine, his nose became petite and cute. His hair turned blonde and
grew longer. In seconds his face was that of Anne's niece, but some-
thing else had grabbed Anne's attention, his shirt had grown tight as
two magnificent breasts had quickly pushed their way out of his now
hairless chest. The shirt could contain them no longer and several
buttons popped off to reveal two soft white round globes of flesh with
prominent nipples.

    Anne looked down at Jim's jeans, they were much tighter around
the hips but looser in the crotch, a quick feel confirmed that Jim was
now a girl where it counted.

    Anne realised that her time was running out and she would have
to turn him back now. She pulled out the second vial and injected it
into the petite feminine arm, so unlike the hairy muscular one he'd
had a few minutes before. 

    She waited a few minutes but was shocked to realise he wasn't
changing back! What had gone wrong, she thought franticly. Suddenly the
answer sprang into her mind, the first virus was resisting the second.
It was a simple enough problem to ge round but it would take time, more
time than she had. She heard a small feminine groan, Jim was coming
round!

    Now what was she going to do!


TO BE CONTINUED...

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