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			  TG: DNA II (10/10)

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	This story is copyright 1996 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 II part 10
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 21

	Paul brushed his long, curly hair out of his eyes as he lowered
his mouth to Anne's pussy. He ran his tongue gently over her lower lips
until he reached her clit.

	He smiled as he heard Anne give a very familiar moan. At last
she was getting into the mood. Paul began licking and nipping at her
cunt. He had always enjoyed eating pussy. He had introduced Anne to
it when they had first made love.

	Relations between them had been a little rocky since Paul had
arrived at Anne's house. She was trying hard to get things back to normal
between them, but both of them were finding it difficult.

	After a romantic dinner, they had made their way to Anne's bed.
Paul and Anne had spent many nights together this way in the past, but
this was the first time with Paul in a woman's body.

	By now, Anne was starting to thrust with her hips as she
approached orgasm. He ran a hand around her thigh, stroking her soft
flesh. Anne was giving large animalistic grunts of pleasure as her climax
washed over her. Paul could feel his own pussy growing wet as he listened
to her. He loved the way she was able to let go completely during sex.

	He licked her to two more powerful orgasms before he moved up her
body. He kissed her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her thin,
delicate neck, before reaching her mouth. Anne's eyes were closed, as she
enjoyed the feelings of being loved. Paul kissed her, softly at first,
and then with increasing passion. His hands cupped her breasts and
massaged her stiff nipples.

	Anne wrapped her legs around him and rolled on top of him in one
sudden movement. This was the part of their lovemaking where Anne would
usually take control. Anne reached down between Paul's legs, searching
for something that was no longer there. She opened her eyes and looked
down.

	Paul could tell from the look on her face that her mood had been
broken. She kissed him chastely on the lips and rolled off of him.

	They held hands and finally Anne spoke. "I'm sorry, Paul. I
thought that I had could get used to it." She was filled with a sense
that she had let Paul down. While he had been eating her pussy she had
been able to imagine it was the old male Paul down there. When she had
climbed on top of him and looked down, however, she had been confronted
with a very beautiful and a very female young woman. No part of Paul was
unchanged. He even had a feminine scent. She knew that it was her Paul
inside, but she still felt she was trying to make love to another woman.

	"It's alright," Paul whispered, "Inhibitions are hard to break."

	Later that night, Paul awoke with a pressure in his bladder.
Still half asleep, he stumbled into the bathroom. He stood stupidly in
front of the toilet before remembering that he had to sit down now. Even
after a month as a woman, he was still forgetting that. After he had
finished and cleaned himself, he stood in front of the full-length
mirror.

	Even half-asleep and with hair unkempt, he still looked
beautiful. He wasn't surprised that Anne had been put off. She didn't
have that many inhibitions, but she wasn't really a lesbian. Over the
last week, things had been strained between them. Perhaps the spark
between them had died out. It hadn't exactly been that strong during the
months before Paul had first caught the DNA virus. At least he didn't
have to worry that Anne would catch the virus. She had found a way to
make it much less infectious just a day after he had run away from her
lab.

	Quietly, he slipped back into Anne's bedroom and carefully
climbed back into the large bed.

	He was almost fully asleep when he felt the hand on his thigh. He
came slightly more awake as he wondered what Anne was up to. The hand
slid slowly over and down between Paul's legs. She ran her fingertips
along his lower lips very lightly at first, until they reached the nub of
his clitoris.

	Then, slowly but deliberately, she slipped a finger inside him.
Paul couldn't contain the breathy gasp that escaped from him. She knew he
was awake now. She withdrew from his aroused pussy and turned her
attention to his breasts.

	First she caressed them with her hand, teasing his already-aroused
nipples. Then she lowered her head to them. Paul shivered in anticipation
as he felt the first hesitant touches of her tongue. With each passing
second, her tongue grew bolder, and soon she had sucked the whole of his
engorged and supersensitive nipple into her hot, eager mouth.

	Paul surrendered to the waves of pleasure running through him. He
was still surprised by how sensitive his breasts could be. He ran his
hands down Anne's back and cupped her ass. Then he edged his hand
underneath her and slid a finger into a vagina. She was just as wet and
turned on as he was.

	Soon, Paul was working all four fingers of his hand in Anne's
pussy. He found himself approaching orgasm just from having his breasts
played with. Before he could reach that point, however, Anne pulled away
from his nipple. He was briefly worried that she had decided to stop
again. Then she turned around on the bed and kneeled over his head. She
dropped her head between his soft thighs and kissed his eager pussy.

	Paul lifted his knees and spread his legs so that Anne could get
at his pussy more easily. He had always loved oral sex with women, and he
found himself dying to find out what it would be on the other end. He
felt Anne's hot breath wash over his pussy and then her tongue was
running over his aroused clit.

	As she started lapping at his pussy, Paul felt erotic shocks leap
through his body. This was his third bout of intercourse since becoming
female. The first time had been with Bill, something that still disgusted
him. The second time had been with Anne earlier that evening, which had
ended in frustration. Now, at last, he was about to be fulfilled.

	He looked up to see Anne's pelvis gyrating above his head. He
gently eased her rear down until her pussy was mere inches from his face.
Paul started running his tongue around Anne's lower lips. Then he ran his
tongue over her clit and began to bring Anne to her first explosive
orgasm.

	Anne moaned, but didn't stop licking and nibbling at Paul's
aroused pussy. Paul was almost unconsciously thrusting his hips and
spreading his legs. He wanted to feel more than just Anne's tongue inside
him. Paul was the first to reach orgasm and he gave a low and extremely
sexy moan as he came as a woman for only the second time. It seemed to
him as if a fire was rushing through his body from his pussy and his
breasts. As it coursed through him it seemed every nerve ending was in
ecstasy. It seemed to last forever.

	When he finally came back to his senses, he set about bringing
Anne to her own climax. She was already highly aroused. It wasn't long
before she reached her orgasm and shrieked her pleasure to the world.

	Later, as Anne slept in his arms, Paul thought about his new
anatomy. While he had been in the hospital he had done his best to ignore
his rearranged plumbing. He missed his manhood, and he felt uneasy about
what had replaced it. It did feel very different to make love as a woman.
Maybe women did have the best of it.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Anne finished checking Paul's outfit, finally nodding her
approval. They had woken late, and had had to rush to be ready for the
press conference later that morning.

	"Yeah, you'll do." Anne said before she rushed off to finish her
make-up.

	It wasn't until they were in Anne's car, on their way to the
institute, that Paul asked her about the previous night.

	"I was awake for a couple of hours trying to work out why I was
unable to make love with you," she said, "I decided that trying to
pretend that you were in your male body, and then suddenly being
presented with the fact that you weren't, was what was turning me off. So
I decided to try and tackle your new body full-on."

	"How do you feel about it now?" Paul asked.

	"Very odd," she replied, "I'd be lying if I said I felt fine
about it. I've always thought of lesbianism as something taboo and
embarrassing."

	Paul smiled slightly. "I understand. Do you feel like repeating
the experience?"

	"Hell, yes!" she said, grinning. "The first time was the most
difficult. I know you're Paul inside, and I can adjust. Just give me a
little time."

	"No problem," said Paul, "Let's just take everything one day at a
time."

	"This is going to be a testing time for both of us. When I
announce the existence of the DNA-altering, virus the world's press is
going to descend on us. It'll only get worse when you reveal what
happened to you." She glanced quickly at Paul. "Are you sure you still
want to go through with that?"

	Paul shrugged. "I want to carry on my job. We both know any cure
is way off. I have to get on with my life. Believe me, if I could avoid
this, I would."

	"The papers will have a field day with you," warned Anne.

	"I don't care. I'll sue 'em if they go too far."

	"What about your job? Do you still have one?"

	"The DEA guys told my boss that I was in the hospital. He held my
position open."

	"And when he finds out how you've changed?"

	Paul smiled, "If he doesn't give me my job back, I'll have him
prosecuted for racism AND sexism."

	Anne glanced at Paul and saw the familiar grin on Paul's new
face. "I know we have had a really bad time lately, but despite
everything, I still love you and I do want to be with you."

	"I love you, too." Paul said and he could feel tears in his eyes.

	"Don't start crying, or you'll smudge your make-up!" said Anne in
a mock-stern voice.

	Then the institute came into, view and they started to prepare
for the upcoming news release.

CHAPTER 22

	The actual announcement was fairly low-key. Anne submitted papers
to the more respected science journals, and forwarded copies to various
research groups working in the same field as herself. At the same time,
she held a small press conference.

	For the first few days she was deluged by phone calls, faxes and
e-mails asking all sorts of questions about the DNA virus. Most of the
researchers contacting her from around the world couldn't believe her
claims.

	By the second week, the mainstream press had noticed something
was going on, and had produced a series of ill-informed scare stories.
Anne embarked on a series of interviews to state the facts about the
DNA-altering virus.

	At the end of the week, Paul drove into the Institute. Anne had
been living there for the last week since the security was better.

	Paul had moved back to his own home for awhile. It had been odd.
When he had first opened his wardrobe, he had breathed in the male smell
that had used to belong to him. He had found the scent to be slightly
erotic. He had found himself feeling a little alone in the house, and he
had spent his time sorting out all his clothes. He decided he could keep
a few odd shirts and most of his jumpers, but the rest were of no use to
him any more. 

	After the press conference today, he would be moving into the
institute with Anne. When the Press found out about him, they were going
to go absolutely mad trying to get to him. It took him the better part of
half an hour to get through the reporters camped outside.

	Inside her lab, Anne was talking with Jim and Julie. She turned
as Paul entered. "Hi Paul! Any trouble getting through?"

	"It took me ages to reach the gate. I think there are even more
out there than there were yesterday. Have you heard what the government
is going to do?"

	"I think some of them want it banned, but most of them realize
that it's better to regulate it rather than push it underground. Anyway,
now that we know that it's possible to do, other countries will develop
it."

	"Have you decided what you're going to tell the world?" Paul
asked Jim.

	"About us?" the pregnant girl asked. "We're not saying anything.
No one needs to know that Julie and I used to be each other, so it's for
the best if the Press doesn't find out. I don't think we could handle
that level of attention. The Press is bad enough now, and that's just
because I, well Julie now, work for Anne." Jim smiled sadly. She knew
that Paul didn't have that option. "It's going to be very difficult for
you."

	"Only for the first year or so." Paul replied with a grin. "This
is something I have to do. Either I stand my ground and try to regain my
life, or I'll spend the rest of my days running from it. How are you two
and the baby holding up?"

	Julie answered for them. "We're doing fine, but this kid is going
to have a strange life. Both her mother and father are women who used to
be men, and her stepdad used to be a woman."

	Paul had been surprised at how relieved he had been when he had
found out that neither Jim nor Julie held any ill feelings to him over
what had happened. They wanted their unborn daughter to grow up knowing
her father, even if he was now a young woman. "She's going to grow up in
a new world. Perhaps it won't seem strange to her." Paul said.

	"Are you ready for the press conference?" Anne asked him.

	"No, but let's get it over with." The next few weeks and months
were going to be hell. The Press would pry into every aspect of the life
of the first known person to be transformed by the DNA virus.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"There has been a sensational development in the story of the new
miracle DNA virus. It has now been revealed that a man has already been
exposed to it. For more on this story we go over live to Lynn Hong, who
was at this morning's press conference."

	"Thank you, Tom. Dr. Anne Chamberlain made the sensational claim
today that a lawyer, Paul Roberts, had been transformed from a white man
in his forties into a black woman with a physical age of twenty by the
DNA virus."

	"Dr. Chamberlain, did you deliberately expose Paul Roberts to the
virus?"

	"Certainly not. I can't give you details at this time, but Mr
Roberts was instrumental in stopping an attempt to steal the DNA virus.
He was exposed to the virus during this attempt."

	"If I could turn to you Mister...uh Miss... Roberts. Which do you
prefer?"

	"Well as you can imagine, this is a very strange situation. I'm
not really a Mister anymore, but I find it very odd to be called Miss."

	"Has this change altered the way that you think in any way?"

	"Not at all. Inside, I'm still me."

	"You were a lawyer before your sex-change. What are you going to
do now?"

	"I'm still a lawyer, Lynn. I've already been told by my firm that
they will be happy to have me back."

	"This is a delicate question, but has your sexual orientation
altered with your body?"

	"No. I still fancy women just as much as I did before."

	"What does the future hold?"

	"Who knows? Being a pioneer, even an accidental one like me, is
never easy, but I've made a promise to myself not to give up."

	"Thank you, and now back to Tom in the studio."

	"And in other news, The White House has dismissed the claims of
New York stripper Kirstie Lander. Lander claimed yesterday that she was,
in fact, President Clinton, who had been transformed by the DNA virus.
She is currently demanding several hundred million dollars in
compensation.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	It was several long hours before the reporters were escorted from
the building. Anne and Paul were back in the lab, where she had developed
the virus.

	Paul slumped into a chair and enjoyed the silence. "God, I'm glad
that's over."

	"For today, anyway," Anne replied. "Did your boss really give you
your job back?"

	"Yeah. I went around to his place yesterday with some guys from
the government. He was convinced it was a wind-up. It took videos of the
tests the government scientists have been working on and my knowledge of
things that only he and I could know before he believed me."

	"What things?"

	"Ah, I can't say. Client confidentiality you see." He watched
Anne pour out two mugs of coffee. "Uh... I have a confession to make."

	"Oh?" she said as she handed him the coffee.

	"Well, when I was staying with Mandy, we...sort of slept
together."

	"Oh, that." replied Anne in a relaxed voice.

	Paul stared at her in utter surprise. "You knew!?"

	"Mandy told me in the hospital while you were recovering." Anne
said.

	Paul couldn't hear any animosity in her voice. "I... I'm sorry
you had to find out that way."

	"When I first found out you had slept with Jim, I was absolutely
furious. She wasn't the only one you've been with since we've been
together?"

	"No, there were two others. No one you know."

	"Well, I can't pretend I'm very happy with the situation, but
according to Mandy, you were very drunk."

	"Ummm...yeah." he replied, fairly embarrassed.

	"Look, as I see it, you've more than paid for your sins over the
last month or so. Lets just wipe the slate clean and start again. We've
got a strong base to carry on from. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but I'm
not willing to give up on us yet."

	Paul could feel tears welling up inside him, and he fought to
hold them back as he hugged Anne. "You were always too good for me."

	"Yeah, I know." She replied softly.

	After a few minutes, Paul regained control and, together they
went and peeked through the blinds at the Press camped outside the gates.

	"Are you sure that revealing yourself to the world was a good
idea?" Asked Anne.

	"What choice did I have?" he said, "I had to stop running. Look
where it got me last time. If I had run away from this, I'd have spent
the rest of my life in fear of discovery. I had to do this."

	Anne nodded. She looked at him, smiling. "You'll be okay. I think
you've come through all this a better person."

	"We'll be all over the papers tomorrow as the weird, lesbian sex
couple."

	"Fuck 'em." Anne said.

	"What?" Paul was surprised to hear that sort of language from
Anne.

	"Fuck 'em," she repeated, "All that matters is that we have each
other."

	Paul could feel the tears escaping now, but he didn't care. They
embraced again. He knew then that he would never do anything stupid to
jeopardize their relationship again.

	The road ahead would be long and hard for both of them, but they
had rekindled their love for each other. Soon they were kissing, and for
a long while they cared only for each other's needs, while the world
outside was forgotten.

THE END OF DNA II

	I will return to the DNA universe and Anne, Paul, Jeff, Jim,
Julie, Michael and Mandy at some point in the future (probably early
'98). DNA III will be about the problems Jeff and Paul will have in
adjusting to their new lives.

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