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			  TG: DNA II (5/10)

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			   DNA II part 5
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 9

	"Hurry up!" Mandy shouted from outside Paul's bedroom.

	"I'll be ready in a minute!" Paul replied, and turned back to the
mirror. The girl that stared back at him no longer startled him as much
as she used to, but he was still far from comfortable with his new form.

	He was wearing a flowing long skirt which covered his legs. He
would have preferred to have worn jeans, but they just made his masculine
lower half too obvious for his liking. Paul fiddled with the buttons on
his white blouse. He had never really noticed that woman's blouses had
the buttons on the other side from those of men's shirts. Finally he had
it done up. The blouse covered his large breasts, but couldn't really
hide them. Well, it would have to do. To finish up, he slipped on a black
jacket. It was obviously feminine, but was far better than some of the
items Mandy had tried to get him to buy when they had gone shopping the
previous weekend.

	Paul checked his face in the mirror. His experiments in make-up
hadn't been very successful, but he felt he had mastered the basics of
lipstick. He went to the door and slipped on his shoes. The two-inch heel
had made him a little unsteady at first, but at least they restored some
of his lost height.

	Mandy was waiting for him outside his door. "At last! What have
you been up to in there?"

	"Sorry. I'm a bit tired tonight."

	"Oh no! You're not getting out of it tonight. You've locked
yourself in here every evening. Well tonight, we are going out."

	Paul knew better than to argue with Mandy. She could be very
stubborn when she felt like it. "Okay, okay. Where are we going?"

	"The Roxy. One of the best clubs around." She looked Paul up and
down. "Don't you think your outfit is a little conservative?"

	Paul looked at Mandy's short, tight pink dress. "It's what I
like."

	"You've got a good body. You should show it off more. Next payday
you and me are going to go and get something that'll have all the boys
drooling on the floor."

	"Terrific," said Paul unable to disguise his lack of enthusiasm.

	It was still fairly early when they arrived at the club, and the
queue wasn't very long. Soon they were inside.

	The music was being pumped out at a loud level, and the dance
floor was heaving with people. Paul felt even more out of place than
normal. Virtually everyone there was half his age. He turned to see Mandy
heading over to the bar. He hurried to catch up.

	She ordered a couple of cocktails, and they settled down at an
empty table. After a while, Paul started to relax and enjoy himself. They
talked about the people they worked with at the fast food joint, and
cracked jokes at their boss's expense.

	Almost before he knew it, he had knocked back several drinks and
they were starting to go to his head. Mandy had gone back to the bar to
get some more and Paul caught himself admiring her curves. Her tight
dress left little to the imagination on her petite frame. It was the one
frustration with living with Mandy. Paul could never have her, and even
if he did, Mandy would run the risk of contracting the DNA-altering
virus.

	Paul was a little concerned to notice two men walk up to Mandy as
she was making her way back to the table. She said little, and though
Paul wasn't certain under the club's lighting, she seemed to be blushing.

	As Mandy sat down, the two men joined her and Paul at the table.
They were in their late teens, and were fairly fit-looking. They
introduced themselves as Bruce and Steven and it was obvious what they
were after.

	Paul was fairly surprised that Mandy didn't tell them where to
go. He glanced over and saw she was definitely embarrassed. He was quite
surprised. This was a side of her he hadn't seen before. Paul kept the
conversation going while he tried to work out how to get rid of them.

	The two boys had obviously decided which girl each of them
wanted, and Paul ended up talking to Steven. It was rather odd and a bit
exciting to be pursued by someone, even a boy. Bruce had his arm around
Mandy already and it was clear she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't
seem to be doing anything about it.

	Paul looked across the dance floor looking for an escape route.
Then he saw the entrance to the toilets. He turned to Steven, "You'll
have to excuse me for a few minutes. I have to visit the little girl's
room. Coming Mandy?"

	Mandy extricated herself from Bruce and gladly followed Paul to
the women's toilets. Paul guessed that the two boys were asking
themselves why women always go to the bathroom in pairs. Inside, several
other women were standing around chatting. Paul turned to Mandy. "You
okay?"

	Mandy smiled weakly. "Yeah, sorry about that. I get shy around
boys. I don't want to spoil it for you."

	Paul laughed. "Don't worry. I don't think much of mine either."

	Mandy was getting her old confidence back. "Shall we go somewhere
else?"

	Paul nodded. He didn't want to spend another second with Steven
and Bruce if he could help it. Several minutes later they slipped out of
the toilets and made it to the exit without being seen by the two boys.

	They made their way through several streets trying to decide
where to go next. "What about that club over there?" Paul asked.

	"It's a gay and lesbian night-club." Mandy replied.

	"Oh." Was all that Paul could say in reply.

	Mandy stopped. "Actually, it's not a bad idea. Come on."

	Paul called after her, but Mandy had already disappeared inside.
Cursing under his breath, he followed her.

	Inside the club was like another world, there were men dancing
with other men and drag queens. There were also quite a few women. Paul
went over to Mandy, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye.

	Mandy smiled at his discomfort. "Relax. Many hetero friends of
mine go here. The big advantage is that the men here are only interested
in other men. We can have a quiet drink in peace."

	"I see what you mean." said Paul. He wondered if the men would
be interested in him if they knew what he had in his panties.

	Paul soon grew accustomed to seeing people of the same sex
kissing, and it was nice not to be eyed up by predatory males all the
time. He did get propositioned at the bar by a very stunning woman in
her early thirties. It was the first time any woman had shown any
interest in him sexually since his change.

	"Uhh...thanks, but I'm with the girl in the pink over there."
Paul replied.

	The woman smiled. "No harm in asking. She is cute, though, isn't
she?"

	"Yeah," said Paul, smiling.

	The woman smiled, "Well, if you two ever want a third partner,
let me know."

	"I'll do that." Paul wore a big grin all the way back to Mandy.

	"Who was that?" asked Mandy as Paul brought the drinks back to
the table.

	"My secret admirer. I only got rid of her my saying you were my
lover."

	Mandy laughed. "What did she say?"

	"She said you were very cute and sexy."

	They were both giggling uncontrollably by this point. They were
more than slightly drunk by now. Mandy knocked back her drink in
one go. "Fancy a dance?"

	"Are you serious?" Paul said. He wanted nothing more than to
dance with this sensuous creature.

	"Yeah. Go on. There's no harm in it."

	Paul smiled. "Why not."

	The dance floor was fairly packed, and Paul and Mandy were fairly
close together. The music was fast and furious. Paul had no idea what the
type of music was called. He had never really kept up with young people's
music culture. Dancing seemed to involve throwing yourself around vaguely
in tune to the beat, and there was little or no contact between the
dancers.

	After a couple of indistinguishable tracks a slower love song was
put on, and the various couples started to move together. He turned to
Mandy to see her advancing with a wide drunken grin on her face. Paul
knew that this wasn't really a good idea, but she was so sexy he couldn't
resist her.

	Mandy wrapped her arms around Paul and pulled him to her. He
could feel their breasts touching. Paul put his own arms around Mandy
and held her soft body. Was she really a lesbian or was this just her
idea of a joke? Paul couldn't decide, and eventually gave up and enjoyed
the feel of a woman in his arms.

	As the song continued, Mandy and Paul moved closer together. He
realised with a start that one of his hands had drifted down to Mandy's
rounded ass and he was stroking the rounded flesh through the thin dress.
Paul didn't know what to do. Then he felt Mandy clasp his own ass in
response.

	Paul looked down at her in surprise to see her looking at him
with lust in her eyes. Their faces got closer and closer together, and
then they were kissing. Deeply and lovingly. At last Paul was doing what
he had been fantasising about for over a week. He could feel his cock
straining in his panties and his nipples were tingling in arousal.

	Several songs later they left the floor arm in arm and headed
back to the bar. Paul didn't know what to say and Mandy seemed content
to gaze lovingly at Paul with a little smile on her face. After several
more drinks Paul realised hazily that he was getting very drunk.

	Together, they made their way unsteadily home. Whenever Paul
would try and discuss what had just happened Mandy would kiss him. Paul
couldn't see a way out. He had made several advances to Mandy, and she
had responded. It wouldn't be so bad if he was completely female. At
least then he could have sex with her.

	Back at the apartment Paul was getting worried. What was she
going to do if she discovered Paul's masculinity? How could he let her
down without hurting her?

	"So," Mandy said with a sly smile. "Are you ready for bed yet?"

	"I think I'll stay up for a bit. You go off to bed."

	Mandy walked carefully into her room and closed the door. Paul
breathed a sign of relief. For the first time in his life he had had to
persuade a woman NOT to sleep with him.

	Just as he was preparing to head off to his own room. Mandy
reappeared with some cans of beer. She gave one to Paul and popped
another open. "You're still drinking?" Asked Paul in disbelief.

	"Hey, when I party. I really PARTY!"

	They sat drinking for a few minutes. Then Mandy moved closer to
Paul. He was just trying to think of an excuse to get rid of her when
she thrust her hand into Paul's groin.

	The unexpected move brought a shriek from Paul. He could feel
her hand wrapped around his cock. Oh hell, he thought.

	Mandy sat back and took a swig of her beer. "I thought so," she
said.

	Paul was surprised to hear no anger in her voice. In fact she was
smiling. "How...?"

	"When we were dancing you had a raging hard-on. How could I fail
to notice that thing prodding into me?"

	"I'm sorry about this, Mandy. I should have explained." he said.
Paul was desperately trying to get his drink-addled brain into gear.

	Mandy put down her drink and leaned over to Paul. "Shut up and
kiss me."

	It took several seconds for Paul to understand what Mandy had
said, and then he did as he was told. He felt himself surrendering to the
inevitable. His hand caressed Mandy's breast. Her own hands were running
along the length of his stocking-clad thigh.

	They stood and gripped each other in a passionate embrace. He
wanted her so badly. He wanted to be her man. They made their way into
Mandy's bedroom. It took some effort in their drunk state to get
undressed, but after some stumbling around they managed it, and for the
first time, Mandy stood naked in front of him.

	She truly was beautiful. Her breasts were topped with aroused and
very inviting nipples. Her body was soft and erotic. Mandy, in turn,
gazed in amazement and hunger at Paul's erect cock and sensuous breasts.

	They fell onto the bed together and started an extended bout of
foreplay. They sucked and teased each others breasts. The feeling of
Mandy's tongue on his own excited nipples was exquisite. He just wanted
to hold her head to his breast so she could nurse. He caught himself
wondering what it would be like to breastfeed.

	After many long minutes, Paul swung around and began lapping at
Mandy's aroused cunt. Mandy responded with a series of yelps each time
his tongue ran over her clitoris. He felt some pulling and tugging at his
own almost painfully hard cock, and he knew he could hold himself back no
longer.

	Mandy released his cock, and he turned around on the bed and
slipped between her legs. Mandy reached up and grasped Paul's heavy
breasts, and breathed, "Fill me up, Paula. Now!"

	Paul couldn't refuse her. He sank his prick in one smooth
motion deep into her eager pussy. Mandy arched her back and moaned as
Paul started to thrust into her.

	Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Paul's breasts. It hurt,
but Paul was finding almost every sensation a turn on. Paul was lost for
a time, and then he felt Mandy wrap her legs around him, stopping his
thrusting. Smiling she pushed him over onto his back.

	"Spread your legs," she said in a breathless, excited voice. Paul
complied, and Mandy lay between his thighs, still locked together. They
were still in the missionary position, but now Paul was underneath.

	Mandy started thrusting. Paul wrapped his own arms and legs
around her and drew her down with each thrust. The feeling of her hot,
young body against pushed him to new erotic heights. He wondered what it
would be like to have a vagina and to be penetrated so intimately.

	He could feel a familiar feeling building in his balls. "I'm
coming." he said in a voice very similar to Mandy's, and as equally
excited.

	In response, Mandy rode his cock at an even faster rate. She was
almost at the edge herself. Paul eyes were fixed on Mandy's pert breasts,
which were now covered by a sheen of sweat. Paul felt himself about to
orgasm and he wrapped his legs around her, drawing her body tight against
his, as he climaxed strongly into her. Mandy was in the throes of her own
orgasm as she felt Paul's cock pulsing inside her.

	They collapsed together and held each other, saying nothing. Paul
wasn't sure if Mandy finding out was a good thing, but at least much of
the tension he had been feeling had been released.

	Soon they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Paul had a
nagging doubt he had forgotten something, but in his inebriated state he
couldn't remember what it was.

CHAPTER 10

	Michael Kingston had never been invited out to Quince's house
before. It wasn't a large house, but being well out of the city, it had a
fair-sized field which contained several expensive horses. Apart from his
company, they were the only thing Quince showed any real interest in.

	It had taken Michael over an hour and a half to get there. He
hoped he wouldn't be delayed here long by whatever Quince wanted. He had
hit a brick wall in his research of the DNA-altering virus. He had been
working on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn't see any way
to reverse the process without a great deal of danger to the subject.
Nearly every day, Paul would journey to his lab to see if any progress
had been made. Paul could never quite hide his disappointment when
Michael told him he hadn't made the breakthrough that day.

	As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses. He turned as
Michael approached. "There you are, Doctor. I need you to do a little job
for me."

	"Of course, Mr Quince." Michael wondered what it was this time.
Quince said he was as interested as Michael in unlocking all the secrets
of the virus. However, Quince had made Michael produce 'samples' of the
virus based on over twenty different people, most of whom Michael hadn't
even met. Quince, or his lackey, Simonds, would bring a sample of blood
and tell him to produce a virus based on it. 

	He knew better than to question Quince, but he had a feeling that
however bad the situation was, before Paul arrived, it had gotten worse.

	"These are top breeding stock. It's taken me years to get horses
this good. Now, this virus of yours will work on any animal?"

	"Yes. As long as the as the subject and the design that the virus
is carrying is of the same mass I see no problem. You want me to produce
a virus based on these horses, don't you?"

	Quince smiled. "Yes. I know you don't like me or what I do for a
living, but in a few weeks I plan to move on. If you want to leave then,
that's fine by me."

	Michael didn't believe Quince for a second. It had taken a few
weeks to discover what really went on at Quince Biochemicals, after
Michael had started working there. Under the cover of the company, Quince
had been distributing stolen drugs and chemicals around the country.
Quince avoided illegal drugs like cocaine, and concentrated on
controlled, but legal, substances. When Michael had made the mistake of
confronting Quince, he had been threatened. Quince had said that if he
tried to involve the police he would be in very great danger.

	Since then, Quince had been reasonably civil, but Michael knew
not to cross him. The chance to finally get away from him seemed too good
to be true, and it probably was. "I'm working flat out, but the chances
of me being able to find a cure in that time are fairly low."

	Quince nodded, still watching the horses. "Just do your best,
Doctor." He climbed through the fence, "I'll help you get the samples
you need."

	Michael followed Quince. He still couldn't see any way out of the
predicament he had been stuck in for the last few years. He had been a
fool to tell Quince about the virus, but he had been too excited to think
straight at the time.

	Quince calmed the horses while Michael struggled to extract some
blood samples from them. They had the greatest difficulty in
calming the young horse, which couldn't have been more than a few months
old. After he had got enough blood from them, Quince sent him back to the
lab to produce the samples.

	When he finally got back to the lab, it was fairly easy to
produce the three horse-based viruses. After delivering them to Simonds,
Michael decided to call it a day and headed home. In his pocket he had
four vials.

	He didn't really know why he had taken them from the lab. But he
would spend most of the night thinking about the vials and their
contents.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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