Genetic Transformation - Part 4

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Anne stared at the two worried-looking girls. One of them said to her, "Come on, I'll drive." Julie guided her back to her car and climbed in. Despite the fact that Jim and Julie were now physically identical, they were very easy to tell apart. Julie was very self-assured, while Jim was very demure and quiet. He also looked very embarrassed as he clambered into the back seat of Anne's car.

She went round to the far side and got in next to Julie, "What's going on?" She demanded again.

"Okay, Anne, is the virus in Jim's body still active?"

"Well, yes. That's why I can't change Jim back; his virus fights off any attempt by another DNA virus."

Julie gazed out the window, avoiding contact with Anne's eyes. "Is it possible for Jim to infect other people with the virus."

Anne thought about it, "Theoretically, yes. But it would be difficult to transmit without really intimate contact." Suddenly, it all clicked in her head. She stared open-mouthed at Jim and Julie, who both avoided her stare. "ARE YOU TELLING ME JIM HAS HAD SEX WITH SOMEONE!"

"Stop shouting. Yes, it was my fault, I set him up as a joke." She said quietly.

"A JOKE!! I brought you in to hide Jim, not to get him a date! What was her name?"

"Umm....his name actually."

"You set him up with a MAN! Are you mad?" She redirected her attention at Jim. "Why on Earth did you go along with this?"

Jim was deeply embarrassed and was blushing deeply. "It seemed like harmless fun, but this body can't hold it's drink like my old one."

"One of your friends, I suppose, Julie?"

Here we go, thought Julie. "No...It was Paul." She closed her eyes and waited for Anne to tear her head off. But nothing happened, she risked a glance at Anne. She was frozen with her mouth open and the first signs of tears in her eyes.

Slowly Anne pulled herself together, "You're right I can't drive like this. I'll give you directions, unless Jim remembers the way." She added acidly. She regretted that last remark when she heard sobbing coming from the back seat. She turned around to see tears running down Jim's face. He even looks good when he's crying she thought.

Between sobs he said, "I couldn't help it. My body seemed to want it. I couldn't stop it."

"It's not your fault, Jim." She said quietly and said little, nothing else apart from directions the rest of the short drive to Paul's house.

When they arrived, there was no indication of what strange events might be happening inside. Anne marched up to the door, closely followed by the two girls and hammered on it. There was no reply, the house seemed empty, but Paul's car was still in the drive. She pulled her keyring out of her pocket and used the key for Paul's house.

Inside it became obvious that something was going on. A hall mirror lay smashed on the floor and the phone was off the hook. Julie was about to say something when Anne shushed her. Julie strained her ears and could hear someone crying upstairs. Anne motioned them to stay where they were while she headed upstairs.

She had been in this house many times over the years and was as familiar with it as her own home. But now it felt different, she realised she was afraid of what she would find at the top of the stairs. The door to the main bedroom was ajar and Anne could see Paul's muscular body lying on it, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. She pushed open the door.

"Don't look at me." Paul cried and leapt down behind the far side of the bed. Anne was totally shocked, the body was still recognisably Paul's but the voice, if she hadn't known better she would have sworn it was Julie's!

"It's alright, darling. I think I know what's happening to you. I can help." She looked over the side of the bed and looked down at the back of Paul's head. His black hair had been replaced by long, silky blonde hair. He turned around and looked at her, his face covered with fear. But it was no longer his face, it was Julie's.

"What's happening to me?" He said in a strangled whisper. The virus had obviously got down to his throat, because he spoke in Julie's high register.

Anne thought fast, the amount of the virus he had picked up from Jim must have been very small. That was why the change had taken till this morning to become apparent to Paul. But the virus would be multiplying exponentially, and the changes would get faster and faster. She realised that to have affect him from the head first, it must have come from some juices he had licked off Jim. She knew how much he enjoyed oral sex. If she was to save his masculinity at all she had to act now. She yelled downstairs, "Julie, get the sample case out of the trunk of my car. Hurry!"

As Julie ran out to the car Anne explained to Paul what she was going to do, she told him how far her research had gone and that he had picked up the transforming virus. He seemed to pick up the basics, but how much he really understood in his distressed state she didn't know. "Most of your body is still untransformed, now if I had your DNA mixed in with my virus I could inject it into you and protect the rest of your body. But by the time I had that ready you'd be 100% female."

"NO!" Paul shrieked.

"It's okay, calm down. The virus you picked up is only one of several I developed. I took several samples from other researchers at the institute, one of them is a thirty-year-old male, a bit on the small side, but quite fit. At least this way, you'll stay male."

"But, I've got a girl's face."

"I'm working on a cure, but it might take a while. Worse comes to the worst, there is always plastic surgery." Privately she doubted anyone could make a male face out of the one Paul now had.

Julie burst into the room and almost dropped the large bag she was holding in shock. She had never seen Jim before his change and still found it hard to believe he had ever been a man. But here was a man in middle of transforming, with a large well well-developed male body, but with her face!

"Give me the bag," demanded Anne. Julie did so, never taking her eyes off Paul. Anne rummaged through her bag, finding her small sample box. In it were four samples, she checked them off in her mind to make sure she got the right one. There was Julie's sample, next to it was the last sample of Jim's DNA. The next sample was from Dr Peterson from the floor below Anne's lab. But he was black, and Anne didn't think Paul would like having a white head on a black body. That left Alan Lewis, who worked with Dr Peterson. He was barely five feet tall, but she had no other choice but to use his sample.

She began prepping a syringe. She worked as quickly as possible when she heard Julie gasp in surprise. She looked up to see what had alarmed her, it quickly became obvious Paul was growing breasts.

Paul looked down at his bare chest as it transformed, the small amount of hair vanished and his chest started to swell. They watched in awe as two magnificent breasts grew. He felt the two heavy weights on his chest, his nipples expanded into large sensitive female nipples. He reached up with his still masculine hand and caressed one of his nipples. They were very familiar tits, he had sucked on them the previous night. He had just never expected to see them from this angle.

Anne moved quickly and injected the virus into his leg. Paul fell back to the floor as the two viruses raced through his body trans- forming his body. He felt himself shrinking, the second virus raced through his groin and down his legs. Halfway to the torso it was met by Julie's virus coming the other way and just as Anne had hoped neither virus could affect a cell already transformed.

Paul struggled on to his feet, ignoring Anne and Julie, his shorts, now too large for him, fell to his ankles.He looked in the mirror and saw a stranger there. The face was horribly familiar, but his mind refused to accept that it was now his. Gone was his rugged face, to be replaced by a more rounded, far softer one. He ran one hand over his smooth cheek, he realised he would never have to shave his face again and he felt a profound loss. He pulled his hand away from his new face and examined it.

Like his face it had changed totally, instead of the wide strong hands he was use to he now had petite, slim hands with long refined fingers. Obviously as feminine as his new face. He looked in the mirror at the breasts hanging off his chest. They had finished growing and seemed far bigger than had been on the girl he had had sex with the previous night.

They seemed totally alien to him, the way they bobbed and jiggled. He held them in his feminine hands and felt their soft weight. He found the feeling of his breasts being held turning himself on, even though he was the one holding them. He felt his highly sensitive nipples spring erect. He felt an even bigger erection between his thighs.

He looked in the mirror at his groin and legs. The legs were far less muscular than the ones he was use to and far shorter, but they were still male legs, he was relieved to have a penis but he realised as he looked at it, that it wasn't his. He noticed that it was slightly bigger than his original penis, but he got no comfort from that.

He felt a much larger pang of loss. No part of his new body was familiar, he felt lost in an alien body.

He heard the door shut and turned to see Anne standing there, "I sent Julie out while I explain what happened to you." She explained.

He sat on the bed with a buzzing noise in his head as Anne explained how he had been infected by someone transformed into her niece. "If she wasn't Julie, who was she?" He asked

"She was my lab assistant, Jim." she explained

"SHE'S A MAN?" He exclaimed

"Well he was, he wasn't as lucky as you. You're still male where it counts. I am going to do everything I can to sort out this mess, but when I do, we are finished, you understand?"

"I'm sorry, Anne." He pleaded in his new girlish voice. "It won't happen again."

"Damn right, it won't. I don't think I can ever trust you again."

She pulled out a shirt from his wardrobe and a pair of running shorts. The shirt seemed to have grown into a tent since he had last worn it, he realised just how small he was now. The running shorts were also ridiculously large, but at least they would stay up with the draw string pulled as tight as possible.

He looked in the mirror, She is quite a desirable woman, he thought. But you could tell something was not right, the hips were too thin to be a woman's. And the legs which were only slightly hairy as a man, were far too hairy for a woman.

"Come on you'll have to stay at my place."

Paul realised he couldn't stay here, no one would recognise him. And Paul would be missed.

Downstairs Julie was telling Jim what had happened, "So now there are two and a half of me." She saw a small grin slip across Jim's pretty face.

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

Julie grinned openly, Jim was finally coming to terms with his body and Julie was starting to like him. The bedroom door opened and Anne and Paul appeared at the top of the stairs.

Jim had changed just as much as Paul had just done, but even he could not believe how different Paul was. He seemed much smaller than the infinitely strong man who had possessed him the night before. Jim noticed the male hips an legs Paul had, and was secretly glad that he had beautifully smooth legs and full hips.

Paul was visibly shocked by the twins sitting at the bottom of the stairs. "Which one is the one I...uh."

"Guess," said Julie. Both she and Jim grinned up at him, enjoying his discomfort.

Anne glared at them; she noticed they looked more and more like close sisters. "Paul is going to leave a note; it might hold off any investigators long enough for me to sort out this problem."

It took a few attempts for Paul to write a note with his shaking hands. Then they went back to Anne's car and all four were soon on their way back to Anne's house.

They were soon inside, and Anne went upstairs to lay on her bed. This was just getting worse and worse, how could she stop this. Was the whole country going to be overrun with Julie clones? Relentlessly her mind started work on the problem, stopping the virus from spreading should, in principle, be easier than removing it all altogether.

As she worked on the problem, Anne and Jim did the washing up after breakfast. Jim didn't enjoy doing the washing up any more than he did as a man, but as he calmed down from the events of the previous two days, he realised how much he enjoyed being with Julie. She seemed genuinely repentant over what she had done, and the offer to take Jim's place seemed real. 

Paul sat in the chair in the dining room, shaking slightly and refusing to talk to anyone. Jim knew how he felt and left him to it. In time, he would calm down, and then they could sort things out. Jim asked Julie if she was serious about taking his place.

She thought about it for a few seconds, "Yeah, for several reasons. One, I put you in a very bad situation. I just hope you're right and you aren't pregnant. Two, with both Paul and you missing, any investigation will go straight to Anne, because she is the only connection. If 'Jim' isn't missing, they won't concentrate on her, and she can get a cure. If she can't finish her research, you may be stuck that way."

"But," he persisted. "You'll be giving up your body, even your sex, I know how bad that can be."

"You're surviving, being male won't be that bad, and it won't be forever. At least I hope not. A few months at most."

Jim found tears welling up, and he hugged Julie, "Thank you," he said very emotionally.

"I'm not doing it just for you. Anne is a very good friend." Despite her words, she was touched by Jim's concern. "Anyway, you go get hairy legs in there some stuff from my suitcase, while I try and convince Anne."

Jim went into the dining room. Paul had not moved. "How are you?" He asked.

Paul looked at him, "Which one are you, the real Julie or the man?"

"I'm Jim. Come on, we'd better find you some clothes that fit you. Julie has some of her stuff upstairs."

"I'm not putting on women's clothes. I'm not a transvestite!" He virtually screamed at Jim.

"Be reasonable. Anyway, you're wearing the clothes of the opposite sex now. No way are you fully male anymore." Paul's face slumped at that, but he put up no resistance as Jim led him to the spare bedroom. As he passed the main bedroom door ,he heard an argument going on inside.

"No way am I letting you do this. We have a couple of weeks before the police will be called in about any disappearances. I have a good chance of finding the cure by then." Anne said heatedly.

"We can't take the chance, even if I become Jim, then they will probably still connect it to Paul's vanishing act. We have to do it now, while no one suspects Jim is missing!"

"NO! And that is my final word on the matter." Julie argued for several minutes more, but Anne would not budge. Finally, she stormed out of the bedroom and almost ran over Paul and Jim.

"I suppose you heard all that? I'm sorry, Jim, I tried."

Jim smiled sadly, "Don't be, none of this is your fault. There is no reason for you to ruin your life."

She nodded and headed back downstairs. Jim took Paul into the spare bedroom and pulled out Julie's suitcase. It was unlocked, and he went through it looking for something suitable. He noticed there were some jeans in there after all. Forcing him to wear a dress yesterday had just been another prank of hers. Somehow, he didn't mind; he had enjoyed the soft caress of the summer dress after all. He pulled out a tight, short leather skirt, a white, frilly blouse and some underwear.

Paul's eyes bulged at the sight of the clothes he was supposed to wear. "I am not wearing that." Jim smiled at the memory of him saying the same thing just yesterday.

"We've got one suitcase between three people; there isn't much left. Come on it won't feel so bad, just look at it as a new experience." He undid Paul's shirt and helped him take off his running shorts. There he encountered something he had forgotten about. Paul was still male from the waist down. Jim blushed and quickly handed Paul some white silk panties. Jim watched as Paul pulled them on, he felt envious that Paul was still male. At the same time he found a small level of attraction to it. He put it down to his new body, he was not as disturbed by the new desires it had. The panties didn't fit that well, the outline of Paul's cock was clearly viable through it.

Jim put Paul's arms through the straps of the bra, Paul felt a strange sense of pleasurable confinement in the bra. He looked down at them, they looked beautiful in the silk bra. Paul was surprisingly adept at putting on the pantyhose, Jim supposed it was because he'd seen women do it so often. "It feels odd." Paul said.

"It's like a second skin, isn't it. Feels a part of you. I only wore a pair for the first time yesterday, for our date." Paul's cock stirred at the memory and Jim felt oddly pleased he had caused this reaction in him.

"Yeah, they looked good on you. You were magnificent in bed. I've never met a girl who reacted so strongly, I can honestly say I've never had better sex than last night." Jim found himself starting to get turned on again, the strange tingle was starting in his breasts and pussy. He looked at Paul's cock that was straining in it's silken confines.

He found himself reaching down with his hand and stroking it through Paul's lingerie. It was as hard as an iron rod. Jim pushed Paul back onto the bed and yanked down the pantyhose and panties. He stroked Paul's cock a few times, and then he slowly bent towards it. As his face got closer to it, he smelt it's musky scent, which turned him on even more. Before he fully realised what he was doing, he had the head in his mouth.

He licked and sucked on the knob and slowly started to pump his mouth up and down on Paul's hard maleness. His hands ripped open his jeans, and he plunged one hand down to his hot pussy. While he sucked Paul's cock, he played with himself. He stroked his clit and made small thrusting motions with his wide hips. He could hear Paul gasping in his high feminine voice as he approached orgasm. Jim went over the edge and came as Paul held his head on the hard cock and climaxed deeply into Jim's throat. Jim deep in the throes of pleasure eagerly drank Paul's salty cum.

Finally Paul released his grip on Jim's head and they both slumped back exhausted by the intensity of their love making. Paul had a sudden thought, "I'm not going to transform you into a man from all that cum you swallowed?"

"If only it was that easy! If I was the real Julie I probably be half way to manhood by now. I can't control this body, it is just so different from what I'm use to. I was 100% hetrosexual before I got stuck in this body, now I'm a cocksucker." Paul hoped privately that his male half would stop his orientation from slowly changing.

Paul pulled up his underwear over his now limp dick and put on the blouse. Jim held out the leather skirt and Paul stepped into it. Jim pulled it up and zipped it closed. It felt very odd to Paul, and left him feeling half exposed. The only pair of shoes left were a pair of sandles with a two inch heel. Paul looked in the mirror, with his male half hidden he looked a complete woman.

Jim looked at him in the mirror, "You could use some makeup, but I've ever put any on myself, so you can ask Julie later."

"I'm not wearing makeup!" Paul declared hotly. Maybe not now, thought Jim, but you are half female now, you will want to eventually. He realised he wanted to put some on himself, to make himself look better. The feminine thoughts were starting not to bother him anymore.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Julie sat fuming. She had to do something to help Jim and Anne. She had hurt both of them with her prank the day before; God knows what she would do if Jim were pregnant. He only slept with Paul because he was drunk; he wouldn't do anything like that sober. Jim was hiding it well, but he must be in torment inside.

While she was thinking her eyes drifted to the bag on the table. It was Anne's sample bag! She quickly opened it and looked at the three remaining samples. She pulled out the one labelled Jim and removed the top with shaking hands and swallowed the contents with one gulp.