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			  TG: DNA II (9/10)

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			   DNA II part 9
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 17

	Anne was so preoccupied as she left the plane that she walked
straight past the policeman.

	"Doctor Chamberlain?" he said.

	She turned and noticed him and his patrol car for the first time.
"I'm sorry. Can you tell me what's going on?"

	"Lieutenant Harrison will brief you on the way to the hospital."

	Hospital? Anne climbed into the back of the car. A man in a
crumpled grey suit was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned around
as the car pulled out of the airport. "I'm sorry for the rush, Doctor,
but you appreciate we need to clear up this mess as quickly as possible."

	"I understand." Anne responded. "What's going on?"

	"We have some suspects in custody for a multiple murder. One of
them is in critical condition. We started questioning the others, and
they all came out with the most outlandish story I've ever heard. One of
them mentioned your name, and we felt we had to check it out."

	Anne's heart started beating faster. Only Paul could have known
about her and her research. "A story about a treatment capable of
completely rewriting a person's genetic makeup," she said.

	"That's possible?" the lieutenant asked in disbelief.

	"Yes." she replied simply.

	"So you're saying their story might be true?"

	"I can't tell until I've talked to them," Anne said, but she was
convinced. Who else could have known about her research?

	"That's why you're here." the detective added lamely. He had been
hoping that the four people being held at the hospital were drugged out
of their skulls.

	When they arrived at the hospital, Lieutenant Harrison escorted
Anne past heavy security to the Intensive Care department. "We're keeping
them in this private room until we can sort out what the hell is going
on," he said, pointing to a door which was guarded by two policeman.

	Anne couldn't help but wonder if Paul was in there. His name
hadn't been mentioned in the call that had gotten her out of bed the
night before. He had to be behind all this somewhere. How else could the
DNA virus have gotten here?

	One of the policemen unlocked the door. Anne followed the
Lieutenant into the room. Inside were two more policemen, a man in his
thirties, and a petite girl in her twenties. On the bed was a black girl,
also in her twenties. She appeared to be asleep.

	"They had to sedate her," explained one of the policemen. "She
was getting hysterical again."

	"I see. If what she says is true, I'm not surprised she's like
that." The Lieutenant introduced the man to Anne. "Dr. Chamberlain, this
is Dr. Kingston. He was the one who mentioned your name."

	"Right. Dr. Kingston. What is going on?" She asked.

	"I've spent the last couple of weeks trying to cure Paul Roberts
of the virus you deliberately infected him with."

	"Deliberately infected?" she said in an incredulous tone. At
least now it was becoming clear why Paul had run away from her after
catching the virus. He had become convinced that she had done it on 
purpose.

	Kingston explained how he knew Paul and how his research into the
virus had been hijacked by his drug smuggling boss, Quince. He told Anne
how Quince had replaced nine policemen and women so that he could make one
last drug shipment and then disappear. "This is the only transformed cop
who is still alive." Michael said pointing to the sleeping girl.

	"What happened to Paul? Where is he?"

	Michael looked downcast. "I...tried making a stronger form of
the virus to reverse what you did to him."

	"You did what!? That's what I tried, but the success rate is too
low to risk! You tried that on him!?"

	"I didn't. I knew how dangerous it was. Quince tricked Paul into
taking it, but he got lucky and survived," Michael pointed to the
sleeping girl, "though he is a twin of Jeff now."

	Anne looked at Jeff, Paul looked like this now. She turned back
to Michael. "So, where is Paul now?"

	"He's in surgery. He was shot saving Mandy and Jeff. It's
serious."

	Anne felt her legs giving way. One of the policemen caught her
before she fell and helped her to a chair. She sat in a state of shock.
It was all her fault. If she hadn't been so eager to try out her virus
on her lab assistant, Jim, none of this would have happened. If she had
managed to stop Paul from running away, he wouldn't be here now.

	If he dies, she thought, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

CHAPTER 18

	Quince had stopped at a cheap motel late in the night and had
booked into a room. He was glad to finally stop driving; his leg had been
getting cramp.

	As soon as he reached his room, he opened his suitcase. A quick
check confirmed that the vials and money were present and intact. The vials
were clearly labelled. The last thing that Quince wanted to do was take the
wrong one.

	Quince regretted leaving his horses behind, but there wasn't any
real choice. At least with the DNA viruses based on their genetic
patterns, he'd be able to recreate them wherever he finally settled.

	He pulled out the virus that was meant for him. Over the last two
weeks, he had seen the virus transform nearly twenty people. It never
failed to fascinate him. Now, at last, it was his turn. He felt a little
fear at the idea of completely changing his body, but he had no choice
now. He was responsible for the murder of eight policemen, including a
captain. The authorities would never rest until he was brought to
justice. He replaced the vial and shut the suitcase.

	Quince decided to have a shower before he took the DNA virus. He
stood and stripped off his shirt, before going to the small bathroom.

	His leg gave another twinge. Quince swore. The cramp seemed to
be getting worse, not better. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them
and his underpants to the floor. He examined his leg and he was shocked
to see it covered in short brown hair between his knee and thigh.

	He ran his hand over the hair and suddenly realised where he
had seen it before. On his horse. He gripped the side of the sink as his
head reeled in shock.

	Quince had been stabbed in the leg with a syringe by Jeff. It had
contained a DNA virus based on one of his horses. He had thought that
none of the virus had been injected into him, but obviously a small
amount had entered his leg.

	As the virus reproduced, the rate of change accelerated. Before
his horrified eyes, Quince's upper leg lengthened and changed. The virus
raced up towards his hips and down to his foot with frightening speed.
Panic gripped Quince. His humanity was being stolen from him!

	Suddenly, he remembered the vial of human DNA virus. Only another
DNA virus would allow him to stay even partly human. He had to get to the
suitcase before he changed even further.

	He turned to leave the bathroom just as his pelvis wrenched
itself into a new shape: a shape designed for four legs and not two.
Unable to stand upright, Quince found himself thrust over onto all fours.

	"NO!!" He cried in despair. He struggled to rise to his feet and
failed. Looking back, he could see the virus reach and radically change
his foot. The foot drew back on itself as the nails of his toes merged
and grew into a hoof.

	The virus started making its way down his other leg, but Quince
was watching his crotch. The virus had been based on the foal, since it
was roughly the same size as a human. Quince wished that the foal had
been male, as his penis and testicles were absorbed into his body. His
mind couldn't face the idea of what had replaced them.

	Quince was now possessed by utter hysteria. He had to reach the
vial in the suitcase. It was his only hope. His hooves slipped on the
tiled floor as he dragged his body through the door of the bathroom. He
had little time left. Already the virus was making its way up his torso.

	He struggled across the floor to the bed, trying to get his human
arms and his equine back legs to work together. He caught his reflection
in the wardrobe mirror. He saw his grossly altered body looking back at
him. He knew at that moment that even if he took the other virus, only
his head, shoulders, and arms would remain human. As a half-human freak,
he'd never be free and he'd probably end up in some laboratory somewhere.
Perhaps it was better to become totally a horse.

	But Quince refused to give up that easily. He might only be
partly human, but that was better than not human at all.

	He reached the bed. Thankfully, he hadn't locked the suitcase.
He tried to flip open the catches, but for some reason he couldn't manage
to do it. He screamed in total panic as he watched his fingers shrink.
Fur was sprouting down the lengths of his arms as they reshaped into
horse's legs. He beat the suitcase with hands that had almost completely
turned into hooves, but the toughened case easily withstood his attack.

	Quince felt his face start to bulge and elongate. His eyes were
pushed to the sides of his face as his snout grew. "Please, no!" he tried
to say. All that emerged was a strangled neighing sound. He turned his
now-massive head and looked in the mirror. He could do nothing, but watch
in great sadness and fear as the last part of his humanity was stripped
away.

	His vision was different. The colors were muted. He watched the
young, shaking female horse staring back at him. He could see no trace of
the human that he had been moments before.

	Unsteadily, he walked around the room desperately trying to work
out what to do next. He was a horse, and that limited him terribly. Who
could he turn to?

	The only person who could possible help him was his assistant,
but how could he find him? Quince suddenly realised he couldn't remember
his assistants name. That was crazy, he had worked with Quince for over
two years. Together they had co-ordinated the whole operation.

	Quince tried to think, but his thoughts seemed sluggish and his
memories more vague than he was used to. What had addled his brains? It
finally occurred to him that he no longer had his brains. His mind was now
housed in an equine brain. A brain which was less complex than a human's.

	How much have I lost? Quince wondered. As he walked around the
room, he tried to get used to walking on four legs instead of two. He was
still a bit shaky, but he was starting to get used to his grossly altered
body. On the door of the room was a list of instruction on what to do in
event of a fire. Quince could focus on the words quite clearly, but he
had great difficulty in deciphering the words. He had been rendered
illiterate by his loss of knowledge.

	He had to find his assistant, somehow. The door wasn't locked,
but Quince couldn't open it. He keenly missed his hands, now transformed
into useless hooves. Finally, in frustration, he turned around and
slammed his back feet into the door. After several hits the door burst
open and Quince trotted out into the corridor.

	The first priority was to get away. He couldn't afford to be
captured. He raced down the stairs as fast as he dared on his unsteady
legs and shot past the startled receptionist. He didn't stop running
until he was well away from the motel and the road.

	For hours he wandered across fields in the dark. Just before dawn
he came across a small farm. By now his thoughts were further dulled by
exhaustion and he almost didn't see the three men until they had
surrounded him.

	Quince could understand their speech, but some of the longer
words escaped him. They were surprised a foal of this quality was
wandering loose. After a short argument, they decided to keep him unless
someone came looking for him. Soon he found himself locked in a stable.
He knew no one would be coming to save him.

	As the days passed he looked for the opportunity to escape, but
his captors were careful with their horses. Quince had always been proud
of his mind and how he could think his way out of any problem. Now his IQ
had dropped significantly and vast amounts of knowledge were forgotten.
His reduced mind power was unable to help him escape.

	He became very depressed. He knew that even if he managed to
escape the farm, he could never escape his body. He quickly lost track
of time and it was only with the passing of the seasons that he knew he
had been there for many months. Quince detested his new status, but he
could see no way out.

	It was nearly a year after Quince was captured that his owners
decided to find a stallion to service him. He had obvious pedigree so,
they had no trouble matching Quince with a top stallion.

	It was only when the stallion turned female after the second 
time he and Quince mated that Quince's owners started wondering if they 
had got such a bargain after all.

CHAPTER 19

	It seemed to Paul to take forever from the instant Quince fired
to the moment that the bullet slammed into him. Paul could remember being 
surprised at the force of the impact. He had slumped to the floor, feeling
his blood staining his blouse.

	He was surprised that there was no pain. That means the damage is
very bad, thought a corner of his mind. He had no time to ponder it
further as the world rushed away, leaving only darkness.

	Paul had brief snatches of awareness in the ambulance, and later
as he was rushed to an operating table. After an endless instant, he
became aware of a dark tunnel which he seemed to be plunging through at
high speed. There was no feeling of motion.

	Looking ahead, he could see a bright, white light, which somehow
didn't hurt his eyes. As he approached, he could see human figures in the
light, beckoning to him.

			*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"We're losing her!" said the nurse standing next to the surgeon.

	The surgeon continued working at breakneck speed. This girl had
been very unlucky. He had seen people riddled with bullets survive with
ease. She had only been shot once, but it might have done enough to finish
her. "Just hold on, girl." he told his patient.

			*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Paul came to a stop just outside the light. He could still feel a
strong link to his body on the operating table. He wanted to reach the
light so badly, yet he knew he couldn't leave his life behind.

	With that thought, the light receded, and he accelerated back the
way he had come.

	He awoke to dull feeling of pain across his chest. He was dimly
aware of being in a bed with various things strapped to him. Paul cracked
open his eyes and saw Mandy and Anne standing over him.

	Anne smiled. "Welcome back. We thought we'd lost you there."

	"The docs say you're doing fine," Mandy added.

	Anne doesn't look angry, Paul thought groggily. He had many
questions he wanted to ask, but he was already drifting back to sleep.

	"You'd best leave her to sleep for now." The nurse said to Anne
and Mandy. "We'll let you know when she wakes up again."

	Anne nodded. She and Mandy headed back out of the ward. "I'll
be glad when I can get Paul out of here and back home." she said.

	"Don't you think you've done enough?" Mandy asked sharply.

	"What are you talking about?"

	"Paul told me what you did to him!" she said hotly. "You
deliberately infected him with that virus and turned him half female!"

	Anne looked at Mandy in amazement. "That's not the way it
happened at all. My lab assistant, Jim, accidentally caught the virus. He
became a copy of my niece. While he was in a female body, Paul got him
drunk and had sex with him. Paul picked up the virus, and it started
transforming him from the head down. If I hadn't got there when I did,
he would have been completely female. He must have thought I set the
whole thing up. No wonder he ran off."

	Mandy digested that piece of information. It did make sense. Anne
was a respected scientist, according to Michael. It did seem very
unlikely that she'd deliberately infect someone with an experimental
virus. "But now you've found him, you can cure him?" 

	"There is no cure, not yet anyway. I came up with the stronger
solution idea that Dr. Kingston had, but that's too dangerous to use."

	Mandy was silent for a moment. "So, he's stuck like that."

	Anne nodded. "I'm afraid so. At least for the time being. I'm
positive I can find some way to remove the virus without destroying the
host, given time."

	"What happened to your lab assistant?"

	"My niece has moved in with him." Anne saw the look on Mandy's
face. "They seem happy."

	"I'm still not happy with him moving back with you."

	"We've been lovers for five years. I'm not about to turn my back
on him in his hour of need."

	In another part of the hospital, Michael quietly entered Jeff's
bedroom. He saw Jeff, wearing a white cotton night-dress, standing by the
window. "Jeff?"

	She turned and smiled sadly at him, "Come in."

	"How are you?"

	"It seems like a strange dream. I still can't believe that I'm
going to be stuck in a woman's body for the rest of my life."

	Michael joined her at the window. "What are you going to do now?"

	"The docs say I'm going to need to see a shrink. What that
bastard did to me will take a while to sort out."

	"You seem to be returning to your old self."

	The woman shrugged, "Maybe. I catch myself looking at men."

	Michael looked at her. "Eh?"

	"You know, really looking. Like I used to look at good looking
girls." She sounded embarrassed.

	"Dr. Chamberlain says that you may just be adjusting to your new
body. You do have a female brain and body now."

	"It doesn't feel right." She sighed, watching her own breasts
rise and fall as she did so. "But I'll survive. If I give in now, Quince
and Bill will have won."

	Michael was glad to hear some of the old Jeff returning to the
woman. "They say Paul is making a good recovery. He should pull through
okay."

	"That's good news. In a way, Paul is family now. I wouldn't want
to lose him. I owe him my life." She was quiet for a moment. "How are the
local cops taking all this?"

	"I think they're finally believing the story. Dr. Chamberlain's
institute is backing her story. The authorities want to clamp down on
the virus, but I think its only a matter of weeks before this all becomes
public knowledge."

	"Terrific." Jeff knew that if the press got a whiff of the story,
she would be hounded for weeks.

CHAPTER 20

	Paul was well enough to leave the hospital a couple of months later.
He had become more comfortable with his new body, but he still found it
hard to deal with the loss of his manhood.

	What he found most difficult to adjust to was the way that other
people reacted to him. Men seemed to want to help him, as if he wasn't capable
of performing any task. At first he had thought it was because of his
injury, but even now that he was well on the way to recovery, he was still
treated the same.

	Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a
beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed
by every passing man were a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was
embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment.
On several occasions when he had been dozing in his hospital room he had
wondered what it would be like to make love with a man who truly cared
for him.

	He was going to have to get used to these feelings. Anne had
explained that because he had a totally female brain and feelings, his
mental state would shift somewhat towards a feminine viewpoint.

	Both Anne and Mandy spent as much time as they could with Paul.
He could sense a tension between them whenever the three of them were
together. Anne spent her days on her laptop trying out various
computer models in an attempt to find a way to defeat the virus. Mandy
went straight from work at the burger bar to the hospital each day.

	He liked Mandy a lot, and part of him wished that they could go
back to sharing a run-down apartment. It wouldn't be fair to Anne,
though. She really had done a lot for him, and he had finally found out
that his transformation wasn't her fault.

	Neither Quince nor Simonds had been tracked down, but the rather
confused report given by a manager of a motel to the police told Paul
that Quince hadn't gotten away with it. The manager had found a briefcase
full of money and some vials of a colorless liquid in a room that a
horse had broken out of. The police hadn't be able to work out how the
horse had been smuggled into the room without anyone noticing.

	At the airport, he had said goodbye to Mandy. Both of them had
broken down into floods of tears. She had known that she wasn't going to
be able to hold onto Paul after the reappearance of Anne, but that didn't
make Paul's departure any easier.

	Paul felt a little embarrassed by his tears, but for once he was
glad he was now female. A similar performance from a man would have been
considered very odd by the other passengers.

	"Are you okay?" Anne asked as they settled into their seats on
the plane.

	Paul wiped his eyes with a tissue. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just
realised how much I'll miss Mandy."

	"Hmmm," answered Anne in a neutral tone.

	Paul could tell she was still annoyed by his infidelity with
Mandy. "We'll work it out. You'll go back to finding a cure and I'll try
to restart my career."

	"You're going back to being a lawyer?" Anne asked in surprise.

	"I never stopped being a lawyer. I doubt that being female AND
black will help my career, but I'm not going to let that stop me."

	Anne smiled. That sounded like the Paul she remembered. She did
her best to hide it, but she still found it hard to believe that the
short and buxom black woman was her boyfriend of five years.

	After the plane touched down, Paul and Anne were greeted by a
young couple. Paul's heart gave a little skip when he recognised them. They
were Jim and Julie. Each of them now wore the body of the other, though
Paul found it impossible to tell that from looking at them.

	Julie, in Jim's athletic male body, had his arm around Jim's
dainty shoulders. Jim had his arm around Julie's waist and was wearing
a white dress that displayed a fair amount of cleavage. Both seemed
secure in their new identities.

	"Hiya, Anne." The girl said brightly, "and this must be Paul.
Welcome back."

	"Uhh...thanks." Paul's eyes strayed down Jim's front. She had put
on some weight since he had last seen her. No, that wasn't right. It
looked like her belly had grown, but not the rest of her.

	Jim saw where Paul was looking. "Just under six months to go," she
told him.

	"Six months?" Finally, everything clicked into place in his head.
"You're pregnant?!"

	"Yeah, come on. We'll leave Julie and Anne to get the luggage."

	Paul was at a loss. Just three months before, Jim had been a
one-hundred-percent heterosexual male. Now he seemed totally female and
was revelling in being with child. Was this what he'd be like in a few
months time?

	"You didn't waste any time with Julie."

	"Well, we didn't intend to have kids this early. I would have
waited a few years myself, but I didn't take the right precautions the
first time as a girl and then I found myself pregnant.

	"The first time? You mean I'm..."

	"The father. Yes."

	Paul couldn't think of anything to say. He followed Jim in a
shell-shocked silence back to the car.

TO BE CONCLUDED

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