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			  TG: DNA II (1/10)

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			   DNA II part 1
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 1

	Cold and discomfort welcomed Paul as he struggled awake. Outside,
dawn was breaking. Stiffly, he sat upright and watched the sun clear the
hills on the horizon.

	As he got up he felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest shift. His
eyes drifted over his large, firm breasts. He had hoped that it had all
been some insane dream. That he still had his own tall, muscular body.
Not a half female, half male one.

	He could still remember vividly how the horror had started. He
had woken just two days previously and everything had been right with the
world. He had been a successful lawyer, with a big house and a hefty bank
balance. And he had just spent the night making love to a stunningly
beautiful young woman. Despite the fact that she was not his girlfriend
he had hoped to see her again. But not nearly as soon as he did.

	He saw her face reflected in the car window. He still found it
nearly impossible to believe it was now his. He had been in the bathroom
preparing to shave when he first noticed the change. He had rubbed his
chin and instead of feeling the usual coarse stubble his hand met soft
unblemished skin. And then before his eyes his face had been changed into
Julies. The strong masculine features slowly replaced by a woman's
fragile beauty.

	And it was a very beautiful face, but there was no comfort in
that. He had always considered himself lucky to have the handsome,
slightly rugged looking face he had been born with. Now it was lost,
maybe forever. I'll get it back! he told himself angrily. I won't let
Anne do this to me.

	Paul opened the door and climbed out of the car. His body ached
from the uncomfortable night he had spent on the back seat. A cool
breeze whipped his long blonde hair in front of his eyes. He pushed it
out of his face with a curse. He was still unused to keeping such a mass
under control. Paul shivered as he remembered his hair turning blonde
and almost exploding from his head in a blonde wave. He had searched the
hall mirror for any sign of his former self and had then punched the
hateful image. That was supposed to bring you seven years bad luck. He
had lost everything in just one morning. Just how much more could happen
to him?

	Paul looked up and down the road. It was flat and utterly empty.
Which was just the way he wanted it. He wanted as little to do with
people as possible while stuck in this form. He gave a huge sigh, feeling
his large breasts rise and fall on his chest. Then he got into the
driving seat and pulled out the map. His tits even got in the way of this
simple operation. How the hell could women deal with the wobbling
mountains of flesh on their chests?

	That was perhaps the worst memory Paul had of that terrible
morning. Anne had arrived and was going to help him, or so she had said.
As she had been preparing a needle he had felt his chest start to shrink
and grow at the same time. His torso had been hard and muscled from all
the hours he had spent in the gym. But years of work had just flowed away
in seconds. As most of his chest had shrunk to a more dainty frame his
eyes had watched in horror as his firm pectorals had grown into soft,
large white pillows of flesh. Anne had quickly injected him in the thigh.

	But it had not been the cure he was desperately hoping for. Anne
had injected the DNA altering virus based on a fellow male researcher.
The two transforming viruses had met just above his hips and as Anne had
hoped been unable to change already altered cells. He was still half
male, but no part of him was now unaltered.

	She could have turned him back, Paul had no doubt about that. She
must have found out about him playing around and used her latest
discovery to punish him. Anne wouldn't have done that unless there was
some way to cure him. She had even used her own lab assistant, Jim, to
trap him. The girl he had made love to wasn't Julie after all, but Jim!

	From the few times he had met Jim he seemed to be a normal guy.
There was no way he would have taken a part in Anne's crazed scheme
without being sure he could regain his male self.

	Paul studied the map. If he made good time he should make it to
Dr Michael Kingston by that afternoon.

	He knew that if he was ever to be restored to his former maleness
he was going to have to find another biologist who could reverse what
Anne Chamberlain had done. A few years back he had represented a Dr.
Michael Kingston. He had been charged with stealing other researchers
results. Paul knew he had done it and had managed to get him acquitted on
a technicality of law. Kingston's reputation, however, was shot to
pieces and the last Paul had heard the only job he could get was at a
fairly seedy establishment out east.

	But Anne wasn't going to turn him back for months at least. She
would want to have her revenge first. The only chance lay with finding
Dr. Kingston. He put away the map and started the car. As he pulled away
the stearing wheel felt stiff in his hands and seemed to take a greater
effort to turn. His new arms were so weak and had none of the power he
had spent so long building up over the years.

	As the hours passed, Paul's mind wandered. What had possessed
Anne to do this to him? Well, I should have known better than to get a
scientist pissed at me, he thought.

	In his urgency to reach his salvation Paul wasn't paying full
attention to the car's instruments. He only noticed he was doing over
eighty miles per hour when the familiar wail of a police motorcycle
started up behind him. An almost irresistible urge to put his foot down
went through Paul. But he knew that a car as expensive and recognisable
as his would get pursued right into town and he couldn't afford that.

	Paul pulled over to the side of the road and the cop pulled in
front of him. The cop took his time getting off his bike. He's showing me
that he calls the shots realised Paul. He had done it himself in court,
set your own pace and make the guy on the witness stand follow you. Not
the other way round. Paul felt fear building in his stomach. He'd been
pulled over before but he didn't feel nearly as confident this time.

	The cop slowly sauntered over to the car and leaned in towards
Paul. He could see his worried looking but still beautiful face reflected
in the cop's mirror shades. "Good mornin' miss. You know why I pulled you
over?"

	"Ah, I think I accidentally went over the speed limit. I'm sorry
officer, it won't happen again." The cop didn't reply immediately, which
only increased Paul's nervousness. He knew he could have destroyed the
cop on the witness stand. He had done that so many times with solid
witnesses. He just thinks I'm some dumb female, he thought. He decided
to try a bit of feminine charm and he smiled nervously.

	The cop didn't react. Paul hated the mirror shades, he couldn't
tell where the man's eyes were looking. But he could give a good guess.
"Is this your car, miss?" He asked.

	"Yes, it's mine."

	The cop nodded, "Can I see your licence."

	Paul froze. His license was in the glove compartment, but it was
absolutely useless. No way would the cop believe the forty year old man
on the license was now a teenaged girl. "I...ah...haven't got it...right
here."

	"I see, where is it." He said in a slightly bored voice.

	"Well, I...uh...lost it." Paul knew how lame it all sounded. As a
lawyer he had seen some poor liars on the witness stand and his excuse
sounded as bad as the worst of them.

	The cop obviously didn't believe any of it either. "What would
you like to bet that if I ran this car through the computer it would come
up stolen."

	Paul's jaw worked silently. "It isn't, I swear!" He finally
exclaimed.

	The cop was silent for a few moments. "Well, as I see it, you
have two choices. Either I call in and see if this car is registered in
your name, and we both know it isn't. Or...you can suck me off."

	"What!!" Paul exclaimed, he couldn't believe what he had just
heard.

	"I'm serious. Suck me off and I'll let you go." The cop watched
the pretty girl sweat. She was acting as guilty as hell. Probably stolen
the car from some rich idiot she had fucked the night before. It was his
casual attitude to regulations that had landed him the post of traffic
cop on a near deserted strip of road in the first place. It was so dismal
and boring he was entitled to have a little fun now and then. "Well?"

	Paul was frantic. If he was arrested for theft Anne could easily
come after him to bail him. God only knows what she would turn him into
for trying to escape. He had to stay away from her at all costs.
"Alright," he said quietly.

	"What was that?" asked the cop playfully. Got her, he thought.

	"I said alright," Paul answered in a firmer voice.

	"Say it, tell me what you're going to do."

	"I-I'm going to suck your c-cock," Paul managed to say. The
phrase seemed alien in his mouth.

	The cop smiled. "Move over to the passenger seat and open the
door."

	Paul shifted over and opened the door. The cop walked around; he
was now facing the road and would be able to see anything coming in
either direction, long before it arrived. He unbuckled his pants and
dropped them to the floor. "Now, missy. Don't try any funny business. If
you pull a fast one I'll have you busted for assault. Understand?"

	Paul gave a small nod. He was watching the bulge in the cop's
boxer shorts. In a few moments he was going to have to suck it into his
mouth. He was going to have to lick this man to a climax.

	The cop looked down. "Now pull down my shorts and give me the
best blow job of my life."

	Paul's hands shook as he reached up to the waistband on the
shorts. He could feel the heat from the cop's body against his fingers.
Trying not to think about what he was about to do he pulled the shorts
down. His eyes locked onto the cop's semi-erect cock. Paul started to
rebel. I can't do this! he thought.

	The cop must have seen Paul was ready to bolt and gripped the
sides of his head, taking bunches of Paul's golden hair in each fist.
Slowly but surely he began to bring Paul's head closer to his cock. Paul
felt the strength in the cop's grasp and he knew that his own female
frame couldn't resist it.

	Then his mouth was just an inch from the cop's penis. "Suck it!"
commanded the cop. Paul could feel the heat radiating from the cop's
engorged organ. 

	Paul moved his mouth over the rapidly growing cock and closed his
lips around the bulbous head. The cop pulled Paul's head down and his
mouth was suddenly full of hot prick. Paul's mind was full of revulsion
and he decided to get it over with as fast as possible. He started moving
his head up and down the hard pole, rubbing his tongue around the
sensitive head each time he reached it. It was all he could do to stop
himself gagging on it. But the fear of being beaten to a pulp managed to
stop him throwing up on the cop.

	The cop started moaning "Yes," over and over. So Paul assumed he
was doing something right. The cop's hand dropped to one of Paul's
breasts and roughly caressed it through the thin silk of the blouse.
"Open your blouse," ordered the cop.

	Paul fumbled with the buttons and managed to open his blouse
enough for the cop's hand to slip inside and around his breast. The
feeling of intimate contact that Paul was getting from the mauling caused
a reaction in his body. Despite himself, his own cock started to stiffen
and his nipples pushed out into the soft bra holding his ample breasts.
He was reacting like any slut! Paul was absolutely horrified by his
body's reaction.

	The cop reached inside the bra and rubbed the obvious signs of
arousal. He smiled. "You really wanted it, didn't you? To feel my meat in
your mouth. I bet your pussy is dripping from all the attention you're
getting."

	Paul felt a fresh surge of panic. If the cop found out that the
girl sucking him off had a dick there would be no telling what he would
do to Paul. He had to bring him off now. He reached up and grasped the
cop's testicles and started to gently squeeze them in time to his
pumping.

	This seemed to do the trick and the cop quickly built to bursting
point. Just before he came he released Paul's tit and held on tight to
Paul's head. The cop strained and then hot, salty cum exploded into
Paul's mouth. Try as he might he couldn't pull away and he knew he had
to swallow it. He almost gagged as it went down, mostly because he knew
what he was swallowing.

	At last, the cop let him go and Paul retreated to the far side of
the car. The cop took the opportunity to slip into the car next to him.
"That was good. You must have licked a lot of cocks in your time."

	Paul kept quiet. Wasn't he going to leave?

	The cop continued, "You really are a cute piece of ass. I could
tell your pussy was wet while you sucked me off. I could smell it."

	"I doubt that," Paul said. Please leave me alone! his mind
screamed. 

	"You're really turned on. Let me give you what we both want." His
hand found its way to Paul's knee. Surely, he couldn't be ready to go
again? Paul knew this guy was going to play with him for hours and wasn't
going to let up until he had fucked what he thought was a girl.

	The hand started moving up Paul's leg towards his crotch. He had
to get away. Without any warning Paul drove his elbow as hard as he could
into the cop's stomach and then scrambled out of the car. If he could
hide in the undergrowth he should be safe.

	The cop recovered much more quickly than Paul had expected. He
ran after Paul shouting, "I'll kill you for that, you bitch!" With his
old body he could have knocked the guy clean out. In his old body he
would never have ended up in a situation like this.

	The cop quickly covered the ground between them and grabbed Paul
from behind. A hand dug deep into one of Paul's soft breasts. The other
covered his mouth. "You are going to regret that," said the cop. "Now I
won't be so nice with you." His hand left Paul's tit and journeyed
downwards. Paul knew where it was going, perhaps he could use this to his
advantage. 

	The cop had already regained his erection. He found this young
thief a real turn on. He wondered if she was a virgin. His hand
disappeared under the waistband of her pants and touched her crotch. For
a few seconds he couldn't understand what he felt there. Not a soft
pussy, but a cock and balls? She was a he!

	Paul bit deeply into the cop's hand and drove his elbow into the
man's stomach again. The cop howled in pain and Paul ran at full speed
for his car. His breasts hurt as they bounced around on his chest,
but he ignored the pain. He had to get away!

	The cop spent several seconds clasping his hand in pain and
shock. That couldn't be a man, she looked too good. He looked at his
hand, the transvestite had drawn blood with his bite. Anger flared
through him and he turned around just in time to see the big breasted man
leap into the car. He charged the car and it just missed him as it pulled
away.

	He watched it speed away down the road. Part of him wanted to
chase it and arrest the freak. But the rest of him was so disgusted at
being sucked off by a man he decided to let it go. Besides if he arrested
him now the stories he would tell would probably finish the cop's career
for good. He walked slowly back to his bike to get the small first aid
kit. At least the bite wasn't that big. A few days and it'd be okay.

	In the car Paul was anxiously looking back for signs of pursuit.
It was over an hour before he managed to convince himself he was free of
the cop. He wondered whether he had infected him with the Julie DNA virus.
He quite liked the idea. Now I know why the idea appealed to Anne, he
thought. His mind kept flicking back to what the cop had made him do and
eventually he had to stop by the road side to throw up.

	Several thankfully uneventful hours passed before the first signs
of habitation came into view. Soon he was deep into the small city. He
dug out his old case notes. Dr. Kingston had moved here after the trial
and had told Paul where he was working. It was another hour before he
found the address.

	He was convinced he had gone to the wrong address. You couldn't
have a research facility in a rundown office block. But the name above
the small reception foyer was correct. Quince Biochemicals.

	Now all he had to do was find Kingston and he was saved. He tried
and failed to get rid of a nagging doubt in his mind. His ex-girlfriend
Dr. Anne Chamberlain was a very intelligent woman. What if Dr. Kingston
couldn't recreate her research? What if he couldn't find the cure? Then
he'd be stuck as a circus freak forever.

	He couldn't go back. He had to go on and hope Dr. Kingston was
able and willing to help.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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