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                  TG: Closing Pandora's Box (2/2)

	I've had quite a few e-mails asking me what happened to this 

second part of my story. The truth is, I've been really, REALLY busy 
and I went two weeks without any time to spend in front of a computer.
Anyway, here is the second part of my story.

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.

	This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights 
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long 
as the work is not altered or charged for.

	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.


                  Closing Pandora's Box Part Two
                               by
                            Stephanie

	Alan's worst fears were realized as he reached the door. Inside
was a small bedroom with a bathroom beyond it. Yates had almost finished
stripping and he looked up at Alan and nodded. "Right, on all fours on
the bed."

	"What?"

	"That's where I want you," Yates explained slowly. "I haven't
destroyed your intelligence yet, you know what I want."

	Alan quickly scanned the room for the box, but it was nowhere to
be seen. He had no choice, he had to do as he was told. Unsteadily, he
crossed over to the bed and climbed on it. He could feel his breasts
hanging off his chest like two large weights. He had to struggle hard
against the urge to flee as he heard Yates move up behind him.

	He couldn't help flinching as he felt Yates' fingers return to
his strange new crotch. They quickly parted his lower lips and slipped
inside him. Alan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore what was
being done to him.

	The strange penetration was having an effect on him, however.
His crotch was beginning to tingle. His vagina was growing heavy with
arousal. On his chest, his large nipples quickly grew erect. Despite
himself, Alan found himself wishing it wasn't Yates' fingers working
inside him, but his cock. His willpower quickly ebbed away as his new
body overwhelmed him.

	Alan started to pump his hips, trying to impale himself on Yates'
hand. Trying to increase the utterly strange, yet erotic, sensation of
penetration that had robbed him of all conscious thought. Yates shifted
his attention to Alan's clitoris. Alan was now in such a high state of
arousal that this almost sent him straight into his first female orgasm.
His nipples had become aroused spikes, itching to be grasped and
manipulated.

	He knew he had to fight this. Yates had designed this body with
a lot of thought, but he had to resist the feelings radiating from it. He
had to stop himself from climaxing. He refused to give Yates the
satisfaction.

	But it was no good. His hands were dug deep into the bedcovers
and he was unable to stop himself giving small gasps and groans of
pleasure. His new body had been built for one thing, and it had been
built very well.

	The sensuous feelings rose quickly into a crescendo. Alan
instinctively clamped down on Yates' hand with his vagina as his climax
exploded through his body.

	Alan's arms gave way and he pitched forward onto the bed. His
nipples pushing against the sheets only heightening the after effects of
his orgasm. Maybe it was the way Yates had built the body, but he found
that this orgasm lasted longer and seemed more intense than his male
ones.

	Yates had not finished yet, however. Alan felt firm hands grip
his hips and hold them in place. Something hot and firm was nudging the
sensitive flesh between his legs. Before Alan could do anything to
resist, Yates had thrust himself deep into Alan's wet vagina.

	Alan tried to shout 'no', but it turned into an inarticulate cry
of lust. His body had had no time to come down from the erotic heights it
had just reached. Now it was being pushed to even greater extremes. All
of Alan's resistance was washed away by his body's enormous desire.
There was nothing else he wanted than to be possessed and used by Yates.

	Yates reached forward and grabbed a handful of Alan's bountiful
breasts in each hand. His fingers dug cruelly into Alan's soft flesh, but
the newly made woman was passed caring. Alan gave a long primal scream
and climaxed again. He found he could heighten the sensations by
squeezing Yates' cock with his vagina. The demands of Alan's new body
totally dominated him and by now and he was actively co-operating with
Yates.

	Yates continued to pound into the transformed man, enjoying the
feeling of dominance and power he wielded. For him, this was more than
just sex - he could have that anytime he wanted - but the great rush he
got from transforming Alan and getting him to submit to his every whim
was fantastic.

	Alan was driven to two more orgasms before he felt Yates tense
with his own climax. As soon as Yates was finished, he pulled out and
stepped away from Alan.

	Slowly, Alan regained control. His body was shivering from the
intense sensations it had experienced. He could feel Yates' seed slowly
dripping out of him. Alan didn't want to think about the sperm that was
inside him and swimming into his womb. He didn't put it past Yates to
have made him a woman at the most fertile part of her menstrual cycle.

	Yates was insatiable and he had sex with Alan all night. After
each round, he'd make Alan lick and caress his penis until he was ready
to go again.

	Alan was horrified by what he was being forced to do, but he was
even more disgusted by the way his body was making him like it. If he
had to go through this for several more nights he realized he might start
craving it.

	Eventually, Yates left him alone. Alan had to share the bed with
his boss after they had finished. As he rested on the damp patch he tried
to think up a plan. But what could he do? Even if he had got the box,
the chance of him getting outside and away were very small. Also, the
penalty of getting caught didn't bare thinking about.

	Despite the exertions of the previous night, Yates was up early
the next morning. He washed and dressed before he woke Alan up.

	Alan stared blearily at Yates wondering what his boss was doing
in his bedroom. Then he remembered he was in Yates' bedroom, not his own.
He sat up and tried to ignore the shifting weights on his chest.

	"Put this on," Yates ordered as he threw a dressing gown on Alan.

	Alan scrambled off the bed and wrapped the dressing gown around
him as best he could. It wasn't big enough to stop him revealing his
large cleavage.

	"Come on," Yates told him. "Today is going to be a busy one. I
arranged for the senator to visit before your little piece of sabotage."

	Alan scurried after Yates, acutely aware of his new body. As he
travelled down in the elevator, he realized that Yates hadn't asked
whether he'd help to remove the virus on the computer system.

	It was as if Yates knew that Alan would do anything he was told.
Alan knew that he would. He wasn't a coward, but the fear of button four
kept him under control. He would do what he was told.

	Yates led them through, thankfully, almost deserted corridors to
the main computer room. Several computer technicians were hard at work.
They looked nervously at Yates as he came in. They also snatched quick
glimpses of Alan's body.

	Alan wondered if they knew he had been a man. Either way, he was
disturbed to see the light of desire in their eyes.

	"Have you made any progress?" Yates asked.

	"We've managed to extract the virus. We're just checking the
vital data files, but everything seems to be intact."

	"Excellent, good work." The technicians visibly relaxed when
they heard their boss' approval. "Make sure everything is ready by noon."

	Yates firmly gripped Alan's arm and led him out into the
corridor. Alan was shaking now. He had nothing left to bargain with.
Yates was utterly ruthless and nothing would stop him using button four
on Alan and removing the last potential threat he offered. After the
final nanomech program had finished with him, Alan's language skills
would be totally gone and he'd be so stupid he'd be unable to tie his
own shoelaces.

	Yates led him down to his own lab. It was in a secure part of the
building and it only had one way in or out. Yates had two security guards
come and watch Alan. They were the same two that had caught him the night
before when he had just been a man with breasts. They obviously knew who
he really was, but that didn't stop them ogling his new, curvier body.

	Yates ran some tests on the nanomechs Alan had produced the
previous day. Finally, when he was satisfied that they were working
properly, he quickly injected one set into himself and then downloaded
his own set of controlling programs to another box. This box was white
whereas the one that controlled Alan's nanomechs was black.

	With no apparent trepidation, Yates triggered the second button
on his box and his body subtly changed. It was still recognizably Yates,
but a slightly taller, slightly fitter version.

	Without warning, he threw the white box to Alan who caught it by
reflex. After being stunned for a second, Alan frantically pressed each
of the four buttons on the box. As he had expected, nothing happened.
Obviously the only program the box contained was for the modified version
of Yates' body.

	Yates laughed. "I don't blame you for trying." His mobile phone
bleeped and he answered it. "Already? Well, no problem. I'll be right
down." He shut the phone and turned to the two guards. "It looks like the
senator is early. I know what you two are like. You can guard her just as
effectively from outside this lab in the corridor. If I find out you've
decided to molest her, and if you do I will, then you'll end up as her
twin sisters. Understand?"

	The guards nodded reluctantly and followed their boss from the
room. Alan listened dejectedly as he heard the lab doors being locked.
Maybe he could act like the good, little whore for Yates and do
everything he wanted. That way he would keep his intellect. However, he
knew it would only be a matter of time before Yates got bored of him and
used button four.

	He held the dressing gown tight around him and moved over to the
computer console. He switched it on and waited while it swiftly booted
up. It still looked like gibberish, though. He couldn't make sense of it
at all. Even when he had been able to read and write he had been unable
to destroy Yates' computer system. What chance did he have now?

	He looked over at the table. The white box that controlled Yates'
nanomechs was there, as well as Alan's black box! He rushed over to the
box and stabbed at the first button.

	Nothing happened. Alan tried the second button, which also did
nothing. The third button seemed to do nothing, but that was probably
because he was in the shape designated by the third program. He didn't
risk trying the fourth button. It almost certainly still had the fourth
program in it that Alan feared so much.

	Alan placed the box on the table and slumped to the floor in
despair. Yates had probably deliberately left the boxes there as a sick
joke. Alan was stuck. Without the ability to read or write, what could he
do?

	Yates spent several long hours escorting Senator Hamilton around
his building. He actually got what he wanted from the Senator just twenty
minutes into the tour. Hamilton was persuaded to be scanned by what he
thought was a new type of body sensor. Its true purpose was to obtain a
sample of Hamilton's DNA and precise measurements of every part of his
body.

	It was important not to alert Hamilton to what was really going
on, so Yates continued the tour. It wouldn't be until later that night
that Hamilton would discover the true significance of this trip. Yates
wondered how Hamilton would react to finding someone else wearing his
body, and then his own body turning into that of a stupid and illiterate
hooker? He thought he might even fuck the new girl before he/she was
disposed of. No-one would really care when a dead hooker turned up.

	Finally, the Senator left and Yates was able to return to the
beautiful creature he had made out of one of his employees.

	Alan looked up and shuddered as Yates entered the lab.

	"You'll be pleased to know," Yates announced to the transformed
man, "that everything is going according to plan." His eyes skated over
Alan's body. "Now, we have a few minutes to ourselves..."

	Alan scrambled off the chair he was sitting on and retreated.
"No!" he whimpered. "Not again. Never again!"

	"Think rationally," Yates said sternly as he quickly undressed.
"You know that there is only one reason I haven't pressed the fourth
button. I prefer you this way, with your intellect intact, offering
yourself to me willingly to save yourself from a terrible fate."

	"I won't do it!" Alan nearly screamed at him. "You can't make
me!"

	"Oh, but I can." Yates stated simply. He walked over to the two
control boxes and picked up Alan's. "Last chance."

	Alan said nothing in reply and just glared at him.

	Yates shrugged and pushed the fourth button on Alan's box.

	Alan smiled. Yates was beginning to wonder why when a strange
sensation overcame him. It was similar to when the nanomechs had changed
him into the more idealized version of his own body, but far more
intense.

	The feeling increased and he lost control over his muscles,
falling to the floor. He looked up to see Alan walking over to him.

	"I did say 'never again'," Alan told him.

	Yates felt a tightness in his chest. Then it started to expand
into two large breasts. The program he had intended to work on Alan's
nanomechs was altering his instead. "How?" he demanded in a voice that
was already cracking and rising in pitch.

	"I might not be able to read and write, Yates, but I am still
capable of swapping the transmitter circuits in those two boxes. You
transmitted the right program, but on the wrong frequency. So your
nanomechs were activated, not mine."

	Yates realized he had scant seconds to alert his guards outside,
but his body was still transforming and he couldn't regain control of
it. Desperately, he tried to crawl to the door. He watched in horror as
the hands pulling him along the floor became smaller and more refined.

	In a sudden spasm, his hips widened and a terrible, pulling
sensation in his groin told him he was now physically a woman. The
changes started to subside as his body attained the programmed form. He
could make it! With one final effort, he lurched to the door and through
it.

	The two security guards quickly caught him before he could do
anything more. They looked down at him with broad grins on their faces.
They thought he was Alan. He had to tell them who he really was. He
opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly found he couldn't work out how to
form the words.

	It's too late, he realized. The nanny- nani- small machines have
changed my brain!

	It was becoming much harder for Yates to think. He knew his IQ
was dropping radically, but he no longer really understood what that
meant. He heard a masculine voice behind him and turned to see who it
was.

	Yates was shocked and utterly confused by what he saw. It was
himself! His male body was standing there, wearing just shorts, talking
with the two guards. Try as he might, Yates couldn't understand a word
of what they were saying.

	If his body was over there, was he really who he thought he was?
His thoughts were hard to form and sluggish. Try as he might he couldn't
work out what had happened.

	Alan breathed a sigh of relief. The guards had accepted him as
Yates with no problems. As far as they were concerned there was nothing
wrong. He had them bring his confused former boss back into the lab and
then ordered them back into the corridor.

	He locked the door and looked back at Yates. The new woman was
exploring her new anatomy with a mixture of fear and awe. Alan felt a
little guilty at what had happened to Yates. He managed to salve his
conscience by pointing out that Yates had really done it himself.

	Alan's own body was male again, but it was Yates' body, not his.
He knew that it would be many months until he could safely return to his
own form. First, he had to dismantle Yates' organisation and neutralize
anyone who had known about the remotely controlled nanomech program.

	Eventually, someone else would stumble across the secret of
remote nanomech manipulation, but the longer the secret could be kept
the better. The potential for abuse of the invention was horrifying.

	He looked over at Yates. She was sitting on the floor with a
befuddled look on her beautiful face. Alan wondered what he should do
with her. He felt a familiar stiffening between his legs. She _was_ an
exceptionally good looking woman, and, anyway, he felt it was only fair
Yates should feel what he had the previous night.

THE END

...of book one, anyway. The plot of this story is too close to my DNA
stories, but I've thought of a new direction book two would take, if I
get around to doing it. I'll have to finish 'It's Hard to be a Man' first
and then do 'DNA III' so it'll be some time before I do.


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