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			  TG: DNA II (3/10)

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			   DNA II part 3
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 4

	The man was in his early twenties, smelled fairly bad and had
greasy hair. But what really filled Paul with disgust was the way that
he was drooling over Paul's breasts.

	Paul wanted to just pummel the man's face in. Instead he just
smiled and said, "Would you like fries with that?"

	The man smiled. "Yeah. Say, what are you doing when you finish
work? Perhaps I could take you out for a drink?"

	Paul glared at him and the man visibly paled. "Or maybe not." He
paid for his burger and fries and retreated to one of the bolted-down
tables.

	"I hate that the most about working here. When the lowlifes try
to pick you up. Why do they try?" Mandy asked in an annoyed tone.

	Paul looked over at Mandy at the other cash register. "Maybe they
get turned on by the uniform."

	Mandy flashed one of her broad smiles. She was one of the bright
spots of Paul's day so far. Mandy was shorter than Paul, barely reaching
five feet in height. She had a mop of brown hair in a pageboy cut and a
slim athletic looking body. Her breasts were small, but seemed the
perfect size to Paul. Anything bigger would have left her body looking
unbalanced. She looked a little like an elf would, and the first time
Paul had met her he had almost checked her for pointed ears.

	Paul loathed the job itself. It was utterly menial and needed no
mental effort whatsoever. All he had to do was listen to the moronic
customers telling him what they wanted. Then he had to push the buttons
on the till, each marked with pictures of the various pieces of food on
offer. And then shout the order back to the kitchen. He had always looked
down on the people who worked here as lazy idiots who couldn't be
bothered to work for a good job like his.

	It had quickly become apparent when he had started looking for
work that he was qualified for only two jobs. Serving burgers was
infinitely preferable to a night-club or strip joint. So here he was, in
a dayglow yellow-and-green uniform, bored out of his skull.

	He had been sleeping in Michael's apartment for over a week and
had rarely left it. Michael had become insistent that he find a job and
moved out. He said his stretched resources couldn't cover Paul as well.
Paul had suggested asking Quince for a loan, but Michael had refused
point blank to do anything like that.

	With the meagre salary from the burger bar he would just be able
to afford a dingy one room apartment. This isn't forever, he kept telling
himself. Just until Michael could come up with a cure. To give him his
due, Michael was working flat-out on the virus. Paul didn't really see
why he had to move out. Surely the cure wouldn't take the several months
Michael had said it would?

	He had blown about half his money buying some more underwear,
which he had needed. In the lingerie section he had felt like an invader,
as if at any moment his true gender would be revealed. If any of the
assistants thought he was anything other than a shy girl, they hadn't let
on. He had made his purchases with the minimum of embarrassment and left.

	Paul realised Mandy was talking to him. "Sorry?"

	"I said it's time for our lunch break. Unless you're enjoying
yourself too much."

	Paul gladly followed her upstairs to a small room with a coffee
machine and some chairs. He kicked off his shoes and sat down. Mandy
started making some coffee as Paul flicked through some of the papers
lying around.

	"What are you looking for?" asked Mandy.

	"Somewhere to live. But there's no place cheap enough for me to
afford."

	Mandy sighed and sat down beside Paul. "Yeah, I know what you
mean. I'm probably going to have to move out of my apartment because I
can't keep up with the rent. It's a great place considering the money I
pay for it, but since the girl I shared it with moved back home I'm
struggling to meet the rent all the time." She paused and then added, "So
how about it, Paula?"

	"How about what?" Paul asked.

	"Share the rent with me, silly. The spare bedroom is very nice."

	Paul looked at Mandy. He belatedly realised she was serious.
When Mandy looked at Paul she didn't see a forty-year-old involuntary
transsexual. Instead she saw a pretty girl, around her own age, down on
her luck. Why not, thought Paul. It was better than any other options he
had, and he had gotten along well with Mandy since he had met her the day
before. "Thanks, Mandy. I owe you for this."

	"Nonsense. It's us girls against the world, isn't it?"

	"Uh...yeah." She is very cute, thought Paul. He clamped down on
that feeling. He knew it could only bring him trouble.

	"So when can you move in? Do you need a hand with your stuff?"

	Paul laughed. "Slow down. I can move in now if you like, and all
my stuff will fit in one bag."

	Mandy looked concerned. "You've had some bad luck recently,
haven't you?" Paul nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?"

	"Uhh...no, not really."

	"Okay, no problem. If you do want to talk about it, I'll be there
for you."

	Paul thanked her, glad that she hadn't pressed the issue. He was
going to have to come up with a cover story at some point.

CHAPTER 5

	"How is your research progressing, Doctor?" Quince asked.

	Michael rubbed his eyes and looked up. "It's going to take
months to work out how Chamberlain did it."

	"But do you know enough about it to be able to use it? Can you
reverse what was done to your friend?"

	"I have two different DNA viruses here. I've found a way to
remove the DNA signatures from the viruses, but that won't cure him.
These blank viruses will pick up any DNA they come into contact with and
incorporate it into themselves. So they'll immediately pick up the DNA
from his altered cells, and we're back where we started."

	"But you can create viruses with anybody's DNA?"

	Michael looked up and saw the glint in Quince's eyes.
"Theoretically, yes. But I have no idea if, in clearing Paul's DNA from
the virus, I've damaged it somehow. It could be fatal."

	Quince nodded. "We'll wait until you're absolutely sure before
we go any further. However, I would like you to produce some viruses
using DNA from other people."

	"Sure," agreed Michael. At the back of his mind he wondered what,
if anything, Quince had planned for the other viruses. He knew better
than to ask.

	"I still can't discover how to remove or replace a virus once
someone has been changed by it. Paul is convinced Chamberlain knew how,
but she designed it. It may take me a while to crack it."

	"I fully understand," said Quince. "You can't rush these things.
Let me know if you make any breakthroughs." He turned and left the lab
without waiting for an answer. He smiled as he walked back to his office.
He had never seen Kingston so enthusiastic.

			    ****************

	The blonde, buxom girl said hello as she entered the reception
of Quince Biochemicals.

	Jeff smiled and replied, "Morning, Miss Roberts." His smile
slowly faded as she walked past. Where did she fit in all this? She
seemed to still be in her teens, but she had a maturity way beyond her
years. And there was something about the way she walked that didn't seem
quite right to him.

	Paula Roberts had appeared a week before, in a desperate state
demanding to see Dr. Kingston. Eventually, Jeff had had to carry her out
of the building to get rid of her. The next day, she had returned with
Kingston, and now was the center of some frenetic activity by both the
doctor and Quince.

	He was still trying to fit all the pieces together when one of
the other security guards entered reception. "Hey, Bill. Could you look
after reception for a bit?" Jeff asked.

	"Yeah, okay. Don't be too long, alright?"

	"No problem. Just got to answer a call of nature." Jeff made his
way back to the rear of the building. He had been itching to have a look
all day to see if the information was correct. But only now, towards 
evening, was the building empty enough for him to risk it. The door was
unmarked and locked, but Jeff had the key. It was the almost total
access to every room in the building that had led Jeff to apply for
the job of security guard, and his references seemed perfect for the
position.

	He quietly opened the door, and looked in at the darkened
storeroom. If his contact was correct, the box he was looking for would
have been delivered that morning. A quick search of the room located the
large box tucked away in a corner.

	Jeff opened the box. It was full near to the brim with little
bottles of tablets. He picked up one, and read the serial number.

	It matched! He pocketed the bottle. It wouldn't be missed out
out of a full box. Jeff closed the box and switched off the light.
He slipped out of the room and locked it again. Quince was very careful,
but at last Jeff had something on him.

	He returned to the reception, and took over from the bald-headed
guard who was almost asleep on his feet. Inside, Jeff was exultant, but
he was careful not to allow any of it to show on his face. At last he was
getting somewhere.

			    ***************

	"It's not great, but it's home." Mandy shut the front door and
showed Paul into the main room.

	"You've got a nice place here. Much better than what I could have
looked forward to on my own," Paul said. He had been expecting a small,
dingy apartment. And it was small, but Mandy had obviously put a lot of
thought into how to decorate the place.

	Mandy showed Paul around. There wasn't that much to see: two
small bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Paul dropped the bag carrying
the few belongings he had left and joined Mandy in the kitchen.

	"Can you cook?" she asked.

	"Very badly, I'm afraid," Paul replied.

	"Same here. Oh, well. Let's see what we can come up with." Mandy
didn't have that much in the way of food, but together, Mandy and Paul
managed to make a reasonable dinner.

	Mandy suggested they have a bottle of wine as a way to welcome
Paul to the apartment. She was far more open and talkative away from the
burger bar and Paul couldn't help smiling along with her. Mandy had come
to the city a few years before after what was left of her family had
fallen apart. She was in fact twenty-one, which was about five years
older than she looked to Paul.

	They finished off the wine almost before they realised it. Paul
felt slightly drunk, which was unusual from so little alcohol. Together
they sat on the one couch and watched an action film with Harrison Ford
in it. About half an hour into the film, Mandy shifted her head over and
rested it on Paul's shoulder.

	His first reaction was that this was a subtle come-on on Mandy's
part. Then he had to remember who he now appeared to be. He still thought
of himself as a forty-year-old man instead of the young woman he appeared
to be. As far as Mandy was concerned, it was a purely innocent action so
that she could see the television better.

	Paul looked down at Mandy. She was so close that he could smell
her intoxicating female scent. He might look like a woman, but he was
still male where it counted. In his silken panties, he could feel his
cock stiffening. Perhaps it was a mixture of the wine and the odd
situation, but Paul felt a strong sensation of lust run through him. Even
his nipples were reacting to his thoughts.

	He could imagine lowering Mandy to the floor and opening her
blouse to expose her perfectly formed breasts, kissing one, and drawing
the excited spike of her nipple into his mouth. Then he'd slowly enter
her tight, wet pussy and bring her to several climaxes before powerfully
pumping his cum into her.

	Paul looked down past his aroused breasts to see his erection. It
wasn't blatantly obvious in the baggy pants he was wearing, but he had 
better do something about it before Mandy noticed. "Excuse me. Have to go
to the bathroom."

	Mandy lifted her head off his shoulder, and Paul stumbled out
into the hall and across into the bathroom. Thankfully, there was a lock
on the door. He virtually ripped his blouse and pants off.

	His panties were at bursting point, and he gladly slipped them
off to expose his raging hard-on. He grasped its hot length in his hand
and slowly started to masturbate. His cock, like the rest of him, had
been altered by the DNA viruses. It was no longer than his original
penis, but it was definitely thicker.

	All that mattered to him now was relieving himself of the
sexual tension that had built up in him. Paul concentrated on an image of
Mandy lying naked on a bed, waiting for him to come and fuck her brains
out. He imagined her eagerly taking his cock deep into her throat.

	By now he was pumping hard on his straining cock with one hand
while the other had slipped into his bra. As he caressed his own breasts
he imagined they belonged to Mandy, despite the fact that they were much
bigger than hers. The luxurious sensation from his breasts combined with
the pressure in his balls sent him over the edge, and he had an explosive
orgasm. White cum splattered across the wall and on the floor. He managed
to stop himself from crying out as he came.

	The intensity of the orgasm left him a little shaky and drained.
Slowly, he came back to himself as he stood there, still absentmindedly
rubbing his super-sensitive nipples. He quickly wiped himself down with
a towel and cleaned the semen off the floor and walls with toilet paper.
Paul opened the window to clear the smell from the small room. He quickly
dressed and went back to join Mandy.

	"You took your time. Did you fall in?" she asked as Paul
returned.

	"No, I just don't rush," Paul said a little defensively.

	"My Dad was like that. Used to take the paper in with him and
we never saw him until he had finished it. Are you alright? You look a
little flushed."

	"That's...just the wine. It affects me like that sometimes." Paul
was glad to see Mandy accepted his explanation.

	"Come on. The film's just getting to a good bit. Harrison Ford is
really sexy, isn't he."

	Paul sat back down on the couch. "He's okay, I suppose. If you
like that sort of thing."

	"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you prefer big, muscle-bound
Neanderthals. He's far better than Schwartzenegger and those other
morons. Say, that wine really does affect you. Your face is bright red,
Paula."

CHAPTER 6

	"Are you sure about this?" asked Quince.

	"Enough to know we have a severe security breach." The other man
was small and wiry. He wore an ill-fitting suit and was carrying a folder.
>From the folder he produced several photographs.

	Quince scanned each one. They clearly showed one of his security
guards, Jeff Stockwell, in a bar with another man. "Do we know who this
other guy is, Simonds?"

	"He's a cop. We don't know if Stockwell is a cop as well or just
an informant." replied Simonds.

	"Damn. How much do they know?"

	"Not enough to move against us yet, obviously. But it's only a
matter of time. We should use this time to destroy any evidence and get
out while we can."

	Quince sat down behind his desk. He was quiet for several moments.
Simonds knew better than to disturb him. Finally, Quince said, "Maybe
we could remove Stockwell from the scene."

	"The second he disappears, this place will be raided. You know
that." Simonds replied in a perplexed voice.

	"Not if he doesn't disappear."

	Simonds shook his head. "Now you've lost me."

	Quince smiled as he got up and headed to the door. "Come on, I'll
let you in on a little secret."

			    **************

	A sharp, pounding headache drew Jeff back to consciousness. It
took him several long minutes to gather his wits. He was lying on a bare
concrete floor in a small room. It had no window and only one dim
lightbulb.

	How had he gotten there? He sorted his memories into some kind of
order. He had been going back to the cheap room he was living in during
this operation. Someone had been there, and had jumped him when he had
entered.

	Had his cover been blown? If it had, the question was what would
Quince do with him. He struggled upright, and examined the door. It was
a very solid wooden door, and even his strength wouldn't budge it. All he
could do was wait and hope that there was some opportunity he could
exploit.

	Outside the door, three figures were standing. "Okay, let's do
it."

	Simonds said, "I still think we could do with some more men.
Stockwell is as strong as an ox."

	Quince smiled. "I think Bill will be able to handle him. Open
the door."

	Simonds unbolted the door and drew it open.

	Jeff looked up to see Quince and Simonds standing in the room
beyond, but his attention was rapidly drawn to the far larger figure
standing between them in front of the door. It was a heavily-muscled,
black man with Jeff's face!

	He was frozen with shock. The other man took the advantage and
grabbed Jeff, dragged him out of the room, forced him face down on
the floor and twisted Jeff's arm behind him to make sure he couldn't get
up.

	Jeff was in no position to try to get up; he was far too shocked.
Where could they have found someone who was absolutely identical to him?
It was impossible!

	Quince almost laughed. He had gotten his tame doctor to make a
DNA-altering virus based on Jeff, and injected it into Bill. It had taken
the better part of several hours to convince the bald, white guard that
it was safe. Now, Bill was an exact copy of Jeff. Quince waved Simonds
over, "Quickly, the syringe!"

	Simonds carefully removed the syringe from the case he had been
holding tightly in his hands. The last thing he wanted was to
accidentally inject himself with it. He jabbed it inexpertly into Jeff's
arm. Quickly, he injected the syringe's clear contents into Jeff. He
stood back and nodded to Quince.

	"Okay, Bill, you can stand back now," Quince said calmly, despite
the excitement he felt.

	The guard released Jeff and stepped away from his twin.

	Jeff didn't know why he had been released, but he decided to make
the best of it. He struggled to his feet, and was about to make a break
for it when the strangest feeling overcame him. The arm which had been
injected felt different somehow. He held out the arm in front of him and
his heart hammered with the shock of what he saw.

	It was shrinking! The well-defined muscles were just vanishing.
What had they injected into him? He brought his new, much smaller hand
closer. It hadn't just shrunk. It had been altered.

	The skin on the arm, while still brown, was a shade or two
lighter than it should have been. The hand itself was refined and much
smaller than his other hand, as if the bone structure had shrunk as well.

	The area of strangeness was still spreading. He felt the feeling
of alteration enter his left shoulder and start spreading across his
upper body. Jeff was near to total panic. Was he dying?

	Then he felt his neck being rearranged. It, too, was becoming
slender and losing most of the muscles around it. "What have you done to
me?" cried Jeff, but his voice was no longer his own. Instead of the bass
rumble he had been used to since adolescence, he now had a high, feminine
pitched voice. He looked back at his changed hand. It hadn't shrivelled.
It was a woman's hand. Somehow, whatever they had injected into him was
turning him female.

	The virus worked its way up into his head, and he could feel
long, curly hair spilling onto his shoulders. The rate of change was
speeding up now. Under his T-shirt appeared two bumps, quickly
multiplying in size. He slapped his hands over them in a desperate effort
to stop them growing, as if he could push the lumps back into himself.
His breasts started to hurt from the pressure of his hands, which were
almost enveloped in the soft flesh he was acquiring. His mind struggled
to comprehend what was happening. He had tits, huge and heavy. He closed
his eyes and tried to make them go away by sheer will power, but he could
still feel his large, jiggling breasts hanging from his chest.

	By now, the virus was reaching his crotch, and Jeff forgot all
about the mammaries he had grown. He thrust his hand into his pants but
it was already too late. The anatomy that greeted his hand was familiar,
but he had never expected to find it on himself. He had a pussy! His cock
and balls were gone. As he searched for any sign of his former maleness,
his hips widened into a shape designed for childbirth. Jeff started
whimpering in absolute shock and slowly collapsed to the floor.

	Quince had watched Jeff's transformation from a burly guard to a
well-stacked slut with quiet fascination. No one would believe that the
beautiful girl had ever been anything other than female. Quince had not
been convinced that the virus could work on a human without killing him.
Now he had seen it in action twice, and he knew it was safe. Dr. Kingston
still had no way to reverse the process, and he was unsure if he could
ever find one. Quince had had to lie to Bill before the guard had agreed
to take Jeff's place. It had also taken a large sum of money that Quince
had absolutely no intention of paying.

	He walked over to the shivering woman. He crouched beside her and
grabbed her face. Her eyes were filled with pure terror. "This is what I
do to people who betray me," he told her. "You're going back in your room
for the night, and tomorrow you'll give me details of exactly what you've
been up to. If you don't tell me the whole truth, you're going to be
stuck in that bitch's body for the rest of your life."

	She didn't resist as he helped her up and put her back in the
bare room. Quince knew that she was probably in deep shock, and probably
wasn't even able to remember her own name at that moment. He hoped that
by the morning, she would have recovered enough to be interrogated.

	In the room, Jeff sat in a corner listening to the sound of her
gasps. Even they sounded feminine. A part of her was screaming that this
was only a dream, that she was still male. But, deep down, she knew that
was no longer true.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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