Message-ID: <5125eli$9710241359@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5125.txt> From: Stephanie <stephanie@nym.alias.net> Subject: REPOST TG: DNA (6/7) by Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated 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: <19971024095923.23117.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: DNA (6/7) My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. This story is copyright 1995 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. DNA part 6 by Stephanie CHAPTER 12 Julie slowly lowered the empty vial to the table. Already she could feel the strange sensation of her body transforming. Jim's DNA virus spread through her rapidly transforming as she went, she knew that because she had taken such a large amount of it she would change very quickly. She felt a prickling on her arms and legs as fine hair started to grow on them, as she watched the hair grew thicker and the arms themselves became more muscular. Then she watched with extreme disquiet as her magnificent bust started to shrink. She looked inside her now loose dress as her breasts totally vanished to be replaced by a flat masculine torso. She felt her body start to grow larger and quickly took off her dress before it got too tight. Julie now had a well developed hairy male torso, she ran one of her wide male hands over her strange new body. The virus had reached her head by now and she felt her face being rearranged and her hair changing to black and shortening. Then she felt a stirring in her panties and she pulled them down to see what was happening there. Her clitoris was growing quite rapidly and was quickly turning into a penis. She ran her hand under it and realised she could not feel her vaginal opening anymore. Instead she felt two normal male testicles grow and descend. Her shoes grew very tight and she quickly pulled them off before they damaged her growing feet. Like the rest of her new body they were very masculine. She looked in the window and examined the new face she saw reflected there, Julie thought that her new body was very handsome, the sort of man she fancied, but she was now him. Her male genitals had finished developing and she reached down to feel them. It felt very strange to have all that dangly stuff between her legs. She gently held her penis and peeled back the foreskin, it looked like the few others she had seen, she just could not believe this one was hers. She rolled the foreskin back and forth a few times getting a small erotic thrill from it, I wonder what it would feel like to have sex on the other side, she thought. And an image of Jim in her old body appeared in her mind, naked on a bed with his legs wide inviting Julie to take him. Her cock responded to her thoughts and rapidly grew to a full seven inch erection. Julie realised this is what Jim had meant when his new body got out of control. A person spent there whole life understanding and controlling their body, when they suddenly found themselves in a new body they might not know how to control it. That was why Jim had lost control when he got drunk with Paul and it was why Julie now stroked her cock in the kitchen dreaming of fucking Jim. She was pumping her cock now, imagining her fist was Jim's tight pussy. Suddenly the sensations became even greater and her first male climax exploded from her. She had spurted semen all over the table but she didn't care at that moment, she just lay back enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. So that was what it was like for a man, much more centered than for a woman. It was like only her cock existed. Finally she came back to her senses and struggled to her feet, she got some tissues and quickly wiped away the mess. She wrapped her Dress around her waist so as to hide her new equipment and went up to confront Anne. She would be furious, but she would just have to accept the situation. And doing this would make it less likely that the police would suspect her when Paul was finally reported missing. In the spare bedroom Jim was showing Paul the best way to walk in his two-inch high shoes. Jim marvelled at the he had got used to walking in a female body, he knew his hips swivelled more than as a man but somehow it didn't worry him anymore. Paul was still awkward in the shoes, and the fact that from the waist down he had a man's body did not help. But, if they were going to avoid suspicion he was going to have to walk and act like a woman. Just then Anne started shouting at Julie. Jim thought, are they arguing over this again? Then a deep horribly familiar voice shouted back at Anne. It took a few seconds for Jim to place the voice, it was his! He told Paul to stay put and ran into the main bedroom. There it was, his body, the one he had had until just two days ago. Jim felt a deep pang of loss for his body's strength and maleness. There was only one person who could be in there, "Julie?" he asked softly. Julie gazed at Jim, he seemed much smaller than she remembered. "Yeah, it's me, this feels so odd." "Now I know how you felt when you first saw me." Jim said in a small voice. Anne swore, trust Julie to act so rashly. True it did make detection less likely, but how was Jim going to pass himself off as Julie? She lived at home with her parents who were going to notice in an instant that this wasn't their Julie. With a heavy sigh Anne said "Well, what's done is done. I kept Jim's stuff around here somewhere, we can't have you running around naked." Jim heard a noise behind him and saw a nervous Paul looking around the door. "Who is that?" He asked Jim "Julie, she took a DNA virus based on my old body." Paul looked on with wide eyes, "That was what you looked like? And I thought I'd changed." Jim looked at Paul, to see if any of the desire he felt for the new Julie was there as well. He decided Paul was just amazed, he felt strangely glad that nothing else was there. Anne pulled open a bag and handed a pair of jeans and a shirt with some buttons missing and some underwear. "I've washed it so it's okay." Julie looked at the underwear with some distaste. "I'll think I'll do without these." Jim smiled, "You're going to need them, if you have the same difficulty as I did controlling my new body. Trust me, your new..ah.. 'equipment' will have a mind of it's own." They left Julie to get dressed and went back downstairs. Anne saw that Paul was wearing a tight leather skirt. Despite his male legs, the outfit looked good on him. How on earth had Jim convinced him to wear it? After all the turmoil she saw that Jim was getting used to his situation, his movements were noticeably feminine. She wondered whether it was due to the shape of his female body or was he really becoming more female? Paul looked really shocked in comparison, his self-assured nature had totally disappeared, unlike Jim he seemed totally unable to make the best of a bad situation. Maybe he didn't have the flexibility of character Jim had. Julie stepped into the y-fronts and pulled them up, they fitted better than she had expected. But she couldn't get used to her new dangly equipment, the underwear did keep them somewhat under control. The shirt had lost some buttons, why on earth hadn't Jim repaired it or got a new shirt. Of course, she thought, he was wearing this when he changed into me, he must have shot off the buttons when he grew his magnificent tits. She found herself thinking about Jim's beautiful breasts and she felt her new cock becoming aroused. Stop it, she thought furiously, I'm no lesbian. But Julies's penis was no hypocrite, she fully understood what Jim was going through. He is cute though, she thought. She laughed when she realised she was lusting after herself. The jeans and trainers were familiar and went on easily, she looked in the mirror. He is quite handsome, it's a pity we didn't meet before his accident. Back downstairs, Anne was in the kitchen concentrating on her laptop computer. Jim was just making some coffee, he smiled at her as she entered the room. "You okay?" he asked. "A bit shaky, but I'll be fine." She pulled out a chair, sat down and crossed her legs. "OWWW!" she shouted. Jim almost collapsed laughing, "You'll have to be more careful, you've got a lot more down there to be aware of." "How the hell do you get around with this between the legs?" She asked pulling at the crotch of her jeans. "The same way you got used to having two melons glued to your chest. I still can't get used to not being able to see my feet." Jim grinned and handed her a mug of coffee. CHAPTER 13 Anne worked way into the afternoon, finally she leaned back and stretched her stiff back. On the screen lay the plans for a simple addition to the DNA viruses running around, that should make the transmission much more difficult, but not impossible. She had to stop the problem now before it spread. Jim wandered into the kitchen, "Finished?" he asked. "Yep, this should stop you, Julie and Paul, passing this on to anyone, if you have any more 'accidents'. How are Julie and Paul?" "Julie is handling it quite well, but Paul, I don't know. He is very withdrawn. Perhaps you should talk to him." "Tonight, today I have to prepare and test this." She gestured at the screen. "Julie needs to get some more clothes, You live near the institute, don't you." "Yeah, you drop me and Julie off there and you and Paul go on to the lab." Jim said. "I don't think we should take Paul, he needs to rest." "We can't leave him here by himself. He needs to be with you to work things out." Anne nodded, she would have to treat him carefully till she could undo the damage. "Alright, you get Julie and I'll get Paul." Paul was in the dining room, staring out the window. He turned when Anne entered, "I don't know who I am anymore." He said close to tears. Anne put an arm around him, "It's alright Paul. I'm here, I will sort this out I promise." He looked up at her and nodded, "Okay." He said, managing a weak smile. Jim and Julie had already piled into the back seat and were laughing at some joke one of them had cracked. They look like lovers, she thought. Paul climbed into the passenger seat grimacing as he moved the seat belt strap between his large breasts. All four were quiet until they had reached Jim's apartment. Jim and Julie got out and watched the car pull away. "Paul is really starting to flip out, I thought he'd be more used to this by now." Jim commented worriedly. "Well, he is a typical, macho, old-style male. He probably thinks becoming a woman, even half of one, has made him some sort of second class citizen." Jim sighed, feeling again the still strange weight of his heavy breasts. "Well come on then." He went up the first flight of stairs and unlocked the door to his apartment. He looked sadly around the obviously male occupied rooms, they seemed to be part of his life long gone. Being in so familiar surroundings reminded him how much he had changed. He felt so aware of his new body, his breasts shifted in their silken confines with every slight movement he made. His jeans fitted snugly around his wide womanly hips. He felt so out of place, this was no longer his apartment.It more properly belonged to Julie now. He shook off the feeling and dug out some clothes for her, while she looked around the apartment. "Are you sure you live here? We haven't gone to the local landfill site by mistake." "What do you expect, the Ritz? A single man lives here, you should expect a little clutter." He said, slightly annoyed. "A little clutter? Looks like a bomb has hit it." "I'm so sorry, it's the maid's day off." He grinned at her and she couldn't help returning it. She looked at Jim and felt herself growing aroused again. A small part of her worried he might notice, then she notice his eyes glance down and his grin widened. With that all semblance of control went and Julie took Jim on her powerful arms and pressed her lips against his. Jim melted in her strong embrace, this was so different than with Paul, there was none of the fear he had felt when he had been with him. Julie's tongue pushed opened his lips and Jim felt himself become very turned on. His large sensitive breasts were crushed against Julie's wide torso, he was really wet between his legs and he knew that he must have Julie's cock in his strange new feminine place. "Jim! You BASTARD!" A voice screamed from the door, the lovers broke off and stared at the source of the voice. At the door stood a petite Asian girl, who was very, very angry. Jim gasped in horror, it was his girlfriend Catherine! She was directing her rage at Julie, who didn't have a clue what to say. Catherine advanced on Julie. "You disappear for days without a word! And then I catch you with some cheap whore!" Jim felt slightly annoyed by the insult, but he could imagine how this looked to her. Julie was just searching for something to say when Catherine delivered a vicious slap, turned and stalked out of the apartment. Jim and Julie stared at each other open mouthed. Then Jim collapsed on the bed, "Well that just about wraps up a perfect weekend!" He realised he didn't feel as upset as he should, he wanted Julie more than he had ever wanted Catherine. Julie felt her sore cheek, "So Paul wasn't the only one cheating on his girlfriend." she said. Jim realised the absurdity of the situation and he collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Come on, Anne will be wondering where we are." He finally said. He handed the small case of clothes to Julie and they headed back for the short walk to the institute. Julie put her arm around Jim as they headed back to the institute, he found it very comforting. I'm falling for her like some lovesick schoolgirl, he thought. Do I want to do this, if we carry on like this I'll end up in bed with her. No, this is different than with Paul. She'd make life bareable if we stay stuck this way, more than bareable. She smiled up at Julie, who looked down warmly at him. ************ Anne held the batch of test samples in her hand, it seemed to work. The viruses effectiveness was reduced significantly, it didn't help her in her fight to turn the three back into their old selves, but at least it would mean no one else would suffer from the problem. Paul sat on the far side of the lab, she had tried to interest him on what she was doing, but nothing she could say or do would bring any response from him. Finally she had left him to it as she worked. He sat and watched her as she worked, he couldn't shake the sneaking suspicion that this wasn't some big trick he had pulled on her. That she could turn him back at any moment, but she was doing this to punish him for his infidelity. He remembered the way the guard had leered at him, as they had entered the building and cringed. He couldn't stand to stay in this weak body a moment longer. He racked his memory, who could he turn to? Then he remembered, a few years before he had represented a biology researcher, who had been accused of stealing someone else's results. What was his name, ah yes. Dr Michael Kingston. Paul had got him off on a point of law, he knew he had done it, but he had been hired to clear his client. Anne had told him of his reputation in the research fraternity, it was obvious she didn't like him at all. If anyone could turn him back, it was Kingston. Anne was still engrossed with her samples, he edged over to her purse, inside was about enough money to get a taxi to his house. From there he'd have access to enough to money to get to Dr Kingston. He took the money and was disconcerted when he realised he had no pockets, forcing him to wear a skirt was obviously another one of Anne's jokes. He stuck the bills in his bra and went over to Anne, "Anne, where are the bathrooms in this place." "Out the door, turn right and you can't miss it." She said without lifting her eyes from the microscope. He was out the door as quickly as he could and he glanced down the corridor, there were a few people around, but Paul got no special attention except from the lustful glances he got from many of the men. His skin crawled when their eyes moved over his ample curves, and he desperately avoided eye contact. Soon he was by a fire escape and after checking no one was around he slipped outside. In the street he felt even more vulnerable, especially in the tight sexy skirt. It felt so confining, but left him feeling exposed and vulnerable at the same time. One problem he didn't have was flagging down a taxi, the driver was drooling over his steering wheel as he admired Paul's tits. He refused any attempt by the driver to start a conversation on the way to his house. He seemed to think suggesting Paul was a model was the height of compliments. After what seemed forever to Paul, they arrived and he pulled the bills out of his bra to pay him. The driver's eyes bulged to an extent Paul didn't believe was possible as he did so. He ran to the door, feeling the taxi driver's eyes on his ass all the way there. He slammed the door behind him, and leaned against it, his breasts heaving with the fear he felt. He looked down at them straining in the bra. I'll be rid of you soon, he thought. It was about half an hour later when Jim and Julie arrived in the lab. "We had to say Jim was Paul's twin sister when we came in. Where is Paul anyway." Anne looked up with a frown on her face, "He said he was going to the bathroom. But that was some time ago, where has he gone?" Jim cursed and ran down the corridor to the toilets. He ran into the ladies, feeling like an invader as he did do. There was no one there. He ran across into the men's toilets startling a man who was using an urinal. Apart from him the room was empty, he asked the man "Have you seen my sister? She looks exactly like me, but she is wearing a skirt." The man managed to get his penis back in his pants and zip them up. "Uhhh... I thought I saw someone like you get in a taxi as I got here. I'm not sure, it could have been her. She was wearing a tight, black, skirt." "Shit, thanks George!" Jim said and ran out the door. How did she know my name, thought George. Jim burst back into the lab. "George saw Paul get into a taxi, he must have panicked." "Damn!" said Anne. She grabbed the samples she had been working on and ran for the car, with Jim and Julie in close pursuit. She sped through the city, breaking the speed limit most of the way. By some miracle they were not stopped and soon they were back at Paul's house. Anne fumbled with the keys and opened the door, "Paul!" There was no answer, they spread out and searched the house. Anne went upstairs and ran into the bedroom. Several pairs of pants were thrown on the bed and on the floor was a black, leather skirt. She picked it up, it's still warm, she thought. We just missed him. She looked out of the bedroom window and looked at the panoramic view of the city it provided. He could be anywhere out there. TO BE CONTINUED... -- +--------------' 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> /