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NEW TG: Hell Hath No Fury (Femdom, genetic mutation) Part 2 ========================================= (c) [email protected] 1997. Introduction from Darkside. =========================== This is the cumulation of about a years worth of effort on my part. Nine months planning the whole thing out and three months actual writing. Infinite thanks must go to Vickie Tern without who's patient re-reading and suggesting made this, my first story what it is. You are welcome to do to this what you will, repost it,store it,print it etc etc. The only thing you are NOT allowed to do is charge people money for reading it(unless you want to publish it, then we'll talk). The only price I exact for this story is that you let me know you've read it and what you thought of it(even if you think it's mindless pap). The original notes as posted to USENET are printed at the end of the story. A word From Vickie Tern without who's help I would have stopped at Fury I and never continued on. Introduction by Vickie Tern ================================== This is one of the more remarkable productions, I think, of net fiction in general and TG fiction in particular. It's an ambitious full-scale novel, with a complex plot, the narrative evolving for the reader out of various characters' distinctive points of view -- their so-called "first person" narratives. These commentaries and reports overlap and conflict with each other, leaving the reader to construct what is *really* happening as if the story were a gigantic mosaic made up of many pieces, each partial, some bewildered, many just plain wrong. Yet while individual characters may be variously misled and the reader with them, the story is never really confusing. Gradually and inexorably, as with any good detective-fantasy-mystery story, the truth emerges. The original deceptions are all part of a deliberate plot schemed by a brilliant woman scientist overwhelmed by a desire to avenge herself on a fiance who has spurned her, and they are multiplied by other characters with schemes of their own. They're further multiplied because the scientist has found ways to alter human beings, to transform them physically -- but not mentally -- into replicas of each other, so characters may not be perfectly certain, at a given moment, whether the person with them is an original or a more malevolent facsimile. This makes for considerable irony and suspense, a story taking place in a world of mirror images where nothing may be what it seems. Yet for the reader, what is happening is always clear - if not accurate -- and how a character feels and thinks about it is always what the reader knows first of all. So there's a considerable range of experience explored here, and characters who vary from bright and brassy to solemn and pompous. There is less eroticism than one might expect, but the story does crucially involve transgendered transformations and the pointed revenge of a woman scorned in love, so readers of A.S.S. won't feel disappointed. In short, in plain language, for a variety of reasons this is a good read. Most extraordinary perhaps is that this novel is a first production of a new and talented writer, one with an special gift for dialogue that sounds spoken by real people and narrative that remains economical -- there is nothing arbitrary or dithering, padded or merely amusing filling out the novel's length. It's long because it needs to be. And it's entirely the author's. At early stages I advised on routine matters like narrative format, queried conceivable contradictions, and as the story developed and his narrative strategy came clear, provided early comment. The novel's intricate plan was hatched entirely inside the author's imagination from the start, so there was little for me to do as various parts were written other than to encourage him to keep going, announce what I thought what was happening and be told "No, wait, you'll see!" What *was* happening then always turned out to be both more surprising and yet more inevitable than I'd thought. That made it a fun read too. So, this is an intricate narrative involving much deception and double-dealing, told by characters who don't themselves necessarily know what is really happening as they speak. It is best enjoyed by being read in the order intended, if at all possible with no episodes skipped. I suggest you assemble it first, then plunge into its dark transmogrifications. Part One is called "Hell Hath No Fury" and totals altogether about 124k. It sets out the first baffling consequence of the diabolical plot, as it is experienced by the main characters. Part Two is called "The Birth of Nemesis" and is about 98k. It presents some of the antecedent action to Part One, as a "Prequel," making clearer that things in Part One were not at all what they seemed (nor even some things in Part Two). Mostly it explains how things in Part One came to pass. Part Three is called "Kat O' Nine Tales" and is nearly 500k long. It continues the story from where Parts One and Two left it, and is told altogether from the alternating points of view of each of the participants. By the end of Part Three you will finally know what has *really* been happening in Parts One and Two -- and Three -- and its outcome. And you will have read an absorbing sci-fi-mystery-suspense-thriller with some memorable moments. The author ([email protected]) already has another novel in mind, and with the right encouragement will share it with us. The right encouragement comes in the form of e-mail letting him know what you really think of this. He can handle and learn from negative comment, so don't stint. Of course, praise is never inappropriate. :-) V.T. BOOK 2: The Birth Of Nemesis - Fury Part II . ================================== "I love it when a plan comes together!" Hannibal Smith - The 'A' Team The taxi slowly drew off, taking my love away. As the day died and turned into night my heart did the same. How could he do this to me? What was it about me that he hated so much as to take my heart and rip it to shreds and then leave it beating on the ground. His words 'I'm sorry Elizabeth I can't marry you. You are the most wonderful lady I have ever known, but I don't love you and I must tell you this to save our heartache later.' Embedded themselves into me forever. All I could do was sob. Me, a brilliant doctor with an IQ of 160 reduced to a humiliating heap of shattered dreams. I can usually give as good as I get, but my very weak reply, 'You will marry me, you will marry me' made me look like an imbecilic fool. His parents were there looking sad, but understanding, the guests just looked confused and my mom and dad glared at the taxi with hate. Dad came up to me, put an arm around my shoulder and said, 'Come on honey, let's go home.' 'OK,' was all I could sob. The limo took me back to mom's house. My mind was completely numb. I missed him, I missed his smile, his hair and basically everything about him. He was SUPPOSED to be here with me, SUPPOSED to go on honeymoon with me, SUPPOSED to be with me forever but now all that was gone. I took off my wedding dress, and the little 'surprises' that every bride prepares for her husband, and threw them into a corner. Why was I still crying? Why had he done this do me? Did he hate me so much? The questions kept coming but always there was 'Why?'. Around 1 am I drifted into a fitful, restless sleep, almost afraid of the dreams I would have. The next day mom came in. Her face was stained by tears, her eyes red and a distinct look of fury in her eyes. She hugged me 'All men are bastards,' she said. 'I know that now,' I replied. 'If you want to talk we're here for you,' she comforted. 'I'll be okay, I just hurt that's all. Mom, Why did he do it?' 'Sorry, I can't answer that, only he can.' She answered. 'I feel I want to rip his head off for what he's done to me,' I sobbed angrily. 'Don't worry dear, that's only natural. You'll get over it and find someone else. Just remember, we're here for you,' Mom said in her kindest tone. Mooching around the house would do me no good. I had to keep busy. 'Tell Dad I'll see him tomorrow,' I said. 'You don't have to go in, That's the good thing about working for pop,' mom said. The concern evident in her voice. 'Mom, I want to. My patients need me. Dad needs me' 'Fine I'll tell him,' she said. Dad's hospital was quite large and I enjoyed working there. I guess my natural talent was in research, but I preferred to be amongst people. After all, what good was a doctor if she couldn't heal the sick?. My fellow doctors were very sympathetic, but for all their platitudes they could not help the pain and loss that dominated my every waking moment. Even in my dreams the events of the past would not lie down. Instead of being a handsome, loving person like I knew him to be he became demonised in my dreams. His sweet face and kind eyes became those of pure evil. How I missed him. How I would wreak vengeance on him, if I could. A few weeks later, I lost a patient for the first time in months. It was a small girl who had fallen from a cliff. All my experience could not save her. As she died the life force seemed to seep out of her, leaving her small, innocent body behind. I hate it when a patient dies. It takes me ages to get over it. Combined with my failure in my relationships and now this means that everything I do is a failure. As a doctor I could get any substance I wished, but I knew the minute I prescribed myself something potentially lethal dad would find out and stop me. So I chose an easier method. I had always been wary of guns and had hated them all my life. Now dad's colt that I held in my hand was going to be my salvation. I had written a farewell note and had placed it on my small, bedside table for anyone to find. I was wearing my wedding dress again and took a last look around outside at the sun shining before I pulled the trigger. Click, Click, Click. My fingers frantically squeezed the trigger. Quick check the ammo. Hmm, all there. What about the mechanism? Seems OK. Firing pin?. Fuck, not there. At that moment both Mom and Dad rushed in. 'Thank God!' Mom said. 'Why?' Dad asked. Concern showing thru his blue/gray eyes. I broke down into tears. As I wept my parents held me close, whispering comforting nothings in my ear. As my tears mixed with the rest of my family's the sky clouded over, an omen to the passing of something. Sometime later, I couldn't say I could finally speak and asked 'How did you know?' 'Know what?' Mom said. 'That I was going to try and kill myself.' 'We didn't right away, but something told me you wasn't right' Mom said again the relief showing in her face. 'But the gun?' I asked. 'I rendered it harmless ages ago,' Dad answered. 'Your father and I have been thinking,' Mom said. 'Oh yes?' I replied. 'Well we are both about retirement age and before all this happened your dad was thinking of selling the hospital and retiring.' 'I thought you were happy?' I asked dad. 'I am but my daughters happiness comes first. I must spend more time with you to make you see that you are worth it.' Dad said. Tears began to well up again as I sniffed. 'Thanks 'old man. When are you going to sell?' 'Already done,' he answered. 'As I said I had put some plans in motion and fortunately they have matured at the right time.' 'So where does that leave us?' I asked. 'About $400 million better off.' 'What!!!!!' I had no idea dad was so rich. 'I had other fingers in many pies and your mom and I decided that we should keep hold of most of it, less about 20 million to do with as you will. The rest we will invest in some 'pies' I have left over.' 'So I am now out of a job?' 'Not really you can now do anything you want and I know how much you want to have another go at research.' Mom added. 'But I liked healing people,' I replied. 'Hear us out,' Dad said. 'OK.' I said a little suspicious as my parents had tried to rule my life before. 'One of my 'pies' was a state of the art research lab about 50 miles from here. It needs a new manager for some very special work.' 'What sort of work?' He handed me today's USA Today. Inside Page 2 was a column in highlighted pen. 'US LAB PUTS THE FINAL PIECES IN HUMAN GENOME JIGSAW The same lab which mapped out cat, dog, mouse and cod genes last year today completed the last great puzzle of human biology...' 'You did it!' I exclaimed. 'This is the holy grail of medicine and biology!' I enthused. 'Think of the possibilities. You still interested?' Dad said. 'Sign me up!' The Human gene. Mapped out! Every part which makes us human, which makes us who we are found, described and catalogued, and we, and only we, had it! A couple of months later I had finally got the hang of running the place. I liked to run things with an informal style, but with enough discipline to make the work happen. I did however beef up security, only a very few people knew the whole picture (let me see...James, Cathline, Vickie and myself). Everyone else worked in cell groups. We were concentrating our efforts in the field of stopping cancerous growths when James (one of my key researchers) came running up to me. 'Liz, look at this,' he panted as he hand me some photos. 'Nothing special about these. These are just cheek cells,' I said. 'Yes, but an hour ago these were cancerous cheek cells.' he added. 'No, There's some mistake. These have never been cancerous.' I said. 'Follow me,' he said. I followed him to Lab 192-A which was where he worked. Looking around at the excited faces I knew that this was no mistake. 'Look in here,' James said pointing me to a microscope. 'These are just cancerous cells,' I said. 'Watch.' He put a single drop of clear liquid onto the slide. Before my eyes the cells changed. The cancer was removed and the cells became healthy once more. 'Fucking incredible!' I said, beginning to share their excitement. 'There's only one problem,' James added. 'Let me guess. It's very expensive?' 'Not really. But we can't get it to work on it's own DNA. The process seems to replace whatever DNA is there in the first place with that it is given.' James explained. 'So we have a cure for cancer but it the cure will re-write the DNA of the person we give it to?' 'That's about it,' James confirmed. 'Excellent work! I'll divert all staff from their projects onto this one.' Three months later and still the side effect remained. The process just would not work unless it could re-write the DNA. Time to take stock. My professional life was great. I had the means to cure millions if only we could work around this one thing. My social life was dead, just as inside I still felt dead. My dreams began to haunt my waking hours and my heart slowly turned from love to hate as the poisonous dreams continued. Laying awake one night still thinking about our wonder cure, I began to wonder if we hadn't hit on the ultimate in plastic and reconstructive surgery as well as a cancer cure. The next day I put it to my staff. 'Great Idea, Liz!' was the general consensus. 'I have one reservation,' James said. 'What's that?' I asked. 'The cancer cure should still be number one.' 'Agreed, I'll take a couple of hundred of you off the cancer project and onto this one. James I want you to head the cancer cure and I'll take the other.' James blushed and seemed to swell with pride at his new promotion. He had earned it. Another month past. The problem with the surgery project was getting the DNA to only re-write selected parts of the body. It either worked on a small part or ran rampant thru the entire cell structure and ended destroying it totally. Two months after that we had it and were ready for a test. I managed to 'acquire' a small poodle like dog from the pound and told the rest of my staff my plan. 'You're sick!' Cathline said. 'Why? I hate dogs and this one was going to die anyway. If this works we know we have it cracked.' I injected the dog in the base of the neck and let it run around it's pen for a while. I didn't have to wait long as the dog started to yelp and whimper. We watched in amazement as the dogs nose began to flatten and it's face became rounder. The ears shrank and became pointed. Whiskers formed and the eyes changed from brown to green. Seconds after it had started the transformation was complete. The Dog (if that is what it still was) looked at us with a cat's head. It woofed a few times before resuming it's exploration of it's cage. The sight of seeing a dog walking round with a cats head was very amusing and even the prim and proper Cathline found it funny. 'We did it!' Cathline breathed. 'The Dog still thinks it's a dog which means the brain is intact. We really did it!' I said. The process was actually very easy to adapt to humans but how to make it into a product that we could sell. I employed several hundred programmers to build me a graphical interface for the production method so that it could extract certain features from a DNA strand and allow the correct sequence to be produced. It was a bit like those match the heads and bodies games from when I was a kid but much, much more complex. More trials with turning cats into dogs, bits of dog and cat mixed with mouse proved the interface worked like a dream. All that remained was to try it on a human, but who? I knew the FDA would take years to approve this process but I could not wait. By this time 18 months had passed. Around this time, James came to me with some disturbing news. He had been diagnosed as having testicular cancer. 'How far along is your cure?' I asked him. 'Not far enough to save me. We have just about cured cervical cancer but not this one. We got the fixer working just last week.' 'We could use you as our trial for the reconstructive surgery treatment. That should cure you and you are the best researcher I have known and would hate to lose you,' I said. 'Thanks, but I've seen the results of your handi-work. What do you call those thing's you've made?' 'Cogs or Dats, depending on which is most dominant.' 'Can it really work?' he asked. 'I am 98% sure it can, after all what have you got to lose.' 'OK, I'll do it!' Finding a sample of tissue was not difficult, as was tailoring the drug using the new interface so a few days later I put sample 17645554-A on the bench ready to inject into James. The next day James came in ready to try it out. 'Cathline, pass me James's sample over there.' 'What's the number,' She asked. Quickly checking my notebook I said '17645554-A.' She handed it do me. 'Sure you want to do this?' I asked. 'Go for it' He said. And I injected the liquid into him. 'Feel anything?' I asked. 'Nope, just a little warm and tingly down there.' 'I have mixed in a sedative which should help you relax and reduce any pain' As I said this James fell asleep. Two hours later, James awoke. 'Did it work?' he asked. 'You no longer have testicular cancer,' I said grimly. 'Then why so sad?' He asked. 'Reach down under your gown and tell me what you feel' I said. James was now suspicious so he did so. Twenty seconds later the scream could be heard two floors up. 'How did this happen?!' he sobbed. 'The samples got mixed up. I should have given you 17645554-A but instead I gave you 17645544-A' I said. 'Bitch!' he hissed. 'I was supposed to be getting married next year and now look at me. Am I James or Jane now?' 'Don't tell me about getting married! Look, I'm sorry about the mix-up. Having a pussy's really not so bad. At least you'll still be alive.' 'Who's was it' James/Jane asked? 'Actually sample 17645544-A was Cathline's. She had agreed to give me a sample of her vaginal tissue to give to your cervical cancer cure,' I said. 'Just leave me alone,' James/Jane said. 'OK,' I said and I left the room. Looking on the monitor I saw James/Jane put his hand under his gown again. I saw the small movements under the cloth as his fingers caressed his, or rather Cathline's, genitals. His face flushed red as the pleasure obviously began to sweep over him. I could see his pants become more regular as he reached the point of orgasm. When it came his body seemed to shake with the pleasure. When morning came I went in to see how James was doing. 'Enjoyed watching me last night did you?' He asked. 'I'm no voyeur, but you did seem to like it,' I said. 'I could get used to it in a while, but am I James Or Jane?' 'That's for you to decide. You are still male in all but one thing, but female in perhaps one of the most important.' 'Can you change me back?' 'Never tried it, but I'll have a go' 'How long will it take?' James/Jane asked. 'I've no idea. We've never tried to alter the genetic structure twice but I see no reason why it shouldn't work. I'll go and get the sample I took for you yesterday.' 'Make sure it's the right one this time. I don't want to *be* Cathline. It's bad enough having her pussy.' 'I'll be careful,' and I walked out of the door. Fortunately sample 17645554-A was still there and I injected it into him. Four hours later there was no change. 'How long before it works?' James/Jane asked. 'It should have worked by now' I said. A horrible thought struck me and I rushed out of the room. I returned an hour later and said to James/Jane. 'I'm sorry, Cathline's Sample had been treated with the fixer. There's nothing we can do.' The fixer was an protein that prevented further changes to the genetic makeup to ensure a cancer did not reappear. Once 'fixed' the genetic makeup for that particular part could not be altered. James/Jane began to sob. 'I need some time off. Time off to get used to this, time to tell my fiancee,' James/Jane explained. 'Take as long as you like,' I said. It was two weeks after James/Jane left that my world fell apart again. Just when I thought that I was getting back to myself again, fate intervened to stop all that. I was due at a conference on the West coast and was taking the opportunity to relax by driving there. At about 10pm I passed by a motel in some small non-descript Mid-West town and feeling tired I checked in. My dreams were even more vivid than normal and I found that I could not sleep. Wide awake at 1am my thoughts began to turn to HIM again. I had been so involved in my work recently especially with the plight of poor James that I only thought about HIM during the night. Unable to sleep and wanting some air I decided to go for a walk and maybe catch a late night movie. Although the town was small it did at least have a movie theatre. There was some bad movie on about Martians attacking the earth. The thing that made me look was the poster showing a girls head on a dogs body. 'At least we never did that!' I thought to myself. The movie had finished as people were streaming out. My heart stopped as I saw *him*, his arms were around tallish lady with short, raven black hair. They were laughing and were obviously very much in love. HOW COULD HE! I wanted to scream at him but something held me back. Being quite tall (5'10) I did stand out and didn't really want to be found out so I went back to my motel and made a call. 'Yes, I'd like someone followed, please.' I gave the agency the descriptions and left it to them. The nice thing about having a few million is that you can leave such things to the professionals. I lay in bed utterly feeling utterly betrayed. Yes it had been just over two years, but HOW COULD HE. I bet he was seeing her all along, just stringing me along for my money. I would make him pay. Really make him pay. What's the saying? 'Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned.' Well I was one scorned woman. Not wishing to hang around this hateful place I checked out the next day, relying on my 'friends' to keep me informed. Every day now I thought how I could get my revenge on him. My original plan was to try and split them up, but then I got a call. 'Deianeira, I have some information for you' I had always been interested in mythology and my codename was very apt. Daughter of a king who in her jealousy for another woman (called Iole) poisoned Hercules by dipping his shirt in the blood of the centaur Nessus which then killed him. 'What is it?' 'He's getting married.' 'What!'(NOOO!!) 'To a lady called Jane Norton. Aka 'Kat' to her friends.' 'You MUST be wrong!' I sobbed. 'Sorry Deianeira, but the engagement is confirmed," the voice replied. "The wedding takes place in just over nine months.' 'Keep in touch,' I just managed to say. Why did he keep punishing me? Even after he left me he kept hurting me. At night, during the day. When could I ever be free of him. Why didn't I want to be free of him? How could I have been so stupid? I have the perfect means of revenge, untested yes, but perfect. Inflict my gene altering drug on him. Force him to a point where he HAS to come back to me. But how should I do it? My thoughts of James/Jane came back to me and my perfect plan was starting to form. But first I would need a person to test it on. It should be someone who deserves my attentions, someone who had hurt another just like I had been hurt. I had no desire to kill so I had to wait patiently until I was ready to strike. I had waited for weeks for an opportunity to arise and time was running out. So I decided to force the issue. I would pick on Cathline to be my target. She was always the 'proper' one and her seemingly indestructible marriage had riled me since I first met her. Another quick phone call to my 'friends' and a hundred thousand would soon to the trick. 'This is Deianeira. I want something doing. I want to pay Jennifer Porter one hundred thousand dollars to sleep with John Richards.' As I gave my 'friends' the addresses my satisfaction grew. Now all I had to was wait. My friends were very reliable... My plan came to fruition when I caught Cathline sobbing in the corner. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged and she had obviously been crying for some time. I sat down besides her, put my arm around her shoulders and asked, 'What's up?' 'It's John,' she sobbed. 'Your husband?' 'Yes, I caught him in bed, with Jennifer Porter.' 'Jennifer?, the small blonde in Gene Splicing?' I asked. 'That's her. He said this was the first time but I think he's lying, Do you believe him?' 'Knowing men, Not really.' I admitted. 'I don't know what to do. I want to leave him now, but I can't. I still love him in spite of everything he's done. I just want to get even with him for a while. Make him feel like the fool.' Cathline sobbed some more. 'You REALLY want to get back at him?' I asked. 'Yes, make him suffer like both of us have suffered' Cathline said. 'I've an idea, It may seem wicked but it could be some fun.' I said, hardly able to keep my excitement down. Here at last was an opportunity to test out the most difficult part of my plan. But I had to keep calm. 'What's your plan?' Cathline looked a bit brighter. 'How about enhancing him a little?' I asked. 'What do you mean?' 'Let him see the other side of the fence, make him understand how a woman feels. From the inside.' I said with a glint of devilment in my eyes. 'Dr Elizabeth Bexley that is the most horrible thing I've ever heard' Cathline said, but her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. 'I think everything is in place. It's about time we had a human test don't you think?' she added. 'I think so. But I'll agree on one condition only.' 'That being?' 'He only stays like it for two or three months.' 'Why? We could 'fix' him. Really teach him a lesson' I countered. 'No, I still love him and don't want to lose him forever,' she said. 'Fine who do you want him to be. I'm sure we can get samples from anywhere' I asked. 'What about being Jennifer for a while?' She said. 'Perfect. But I have one other condition. You must keep a diary of everything that happens so we can be sure everything has worked out all right.' I said. 'Agreed. You have Jennifer's DNA already?' 'Yes, As you know all my employees had to give an AIDS test.' I said. 'Now we are both agreed, do you want to work out the details yourself, let me do it, or let us both plan?' I asked. 'You obviously have a wicked streak and I want have a say so lets meet up after work. Say about eight?' Cathline said. 'Eight it is, at my place.' I said. I had invested some of my money in a mansion, just for me. It had all the usual things associated with such a place but it was the gym, pool, and sauna that made it special. It also had a small lab which would do any research place proud. The best thing about it however was it's location, remote but on a hillside overlooking a beautiful wooded valley. I had held several parties for my staff there and the servants I employed there always did a fine job. Thinking about it, John, Cathline's husband didn't seem to like me for some reason. Oh well, he would soon have even less to like me for. 'See you later and get back to work,' I grinned. Stage 1 was now underway. Cathline came round at eight exactly, wearing what I would call a revealing outfit. Although she was somewhat shorter than me, at five seven her body was well proportioned. She looked a bit like my ex- fiancee's wife to be. She didn't seem to have Kat's panther like movements, but otherwise she was a close match. Anyway, Cathline was no bitch. She was one of us. 'Who are you dating after you have seen me?' I asked. She looked down at her short lycra skirt and halter top and said, 'No- one, but first rule of business is to dress to impress.' she said. 'I'm impressed. Now down to work,' I said. 'I've been thinking about our plan,' she said. 'Yes?' 'I don't really want him to be Jennifer anymore,' she said. My heart began to sink. 'Please don't get cold feet.' 'No I want him to be someone I don't know. If I saw him as her it would rub in what he did to me, for destroying my trust in him.' she said bitterly. 'Do you want me to handle that part. I know of a few ways to get DNA without the subject knowing. It would also have to be someone not local as that would raise too many questions.' I asked. This was getting better all the time. I had just the person in mind. Kat! I would need some of her DNA for my plan anyway. This way I could have an exact test in an controlled environment. It shouldn't take very long to get it anyway. But I won't tell Cathline who or why I choose her. 'Seems logical,' she said. Cathline moved closer to me, her legs occasionally touching mine. Was this a come on? 'So I can choose?' I asked. 'Yep,' She agreed. 'Now I think that a normal human body will die if subjected to too much change, too quickly,' I said. 'It must be given time to recover.' 'You're the doc,' Cathline said. Her hand momentarily touched my knee. What next? 'I think a day between changes should be enough, and maybe spread the doses over 10 days.' I added 'How will the doses be administered?' Cathline asked. This time her hand stayed on my knee. Should I brush it away? 'The injection method is fine in a laboratory but we could use the new powdered form we have been experimenting with. This means you can give it to him any time and any how you like,' I said. The hand was resting lightly on my thigh now! 'Once he starts to change won't he be suspicious of me?' She asked. I had expected this question and again I mentally checked off another part of my plan. Her hand was still there. Did I detect a small stroke just then??? Did I want to stop this?? 'Maybe I can tailor that narcotic you were working on before I joined. Make him lust after the thing you first put it in. I dunno put it in his coffee or something. Then he will want coffee to relieve his cravings. You can then slip it into his coffee whenever you like.' I told her. 'Speaking of lust,' Cathline said. Before I had chance to answer she had pressed her moist lips onto mine and, to my surprise, I responded. I wouldn't regard myself as a lesbian or even a little bi, but something in her kiss lit my fire. Her hand stroked my leg moving ever closer to my pussy. The sensations were unique. Part of me wanted to push her away, the other *have* her. She was supposed to be the very 'proper' Cathline, but the hands reaching up to unbutton my blouse were not doing the 'proper' thing at all. Before I could do much else a skilful hand had undid my bra and was stroking my smooth, firm breasts. I felt flushed as my arousal grew. I began to respond in kind, stroking her firm bosom over her halter top. Her nipples grew as she became aroused and from the fire that I felt inside I knew that mine had just done the same. The lust began to grow and before I knew or could control it I had removed her skimpy top exposing her heaving chest. 'Wait.. ' I panted. 'What? You don't like this?' she asked. 'YES, but we don't want to be disturbed, do we?' I said. Still not really believing what I was doing/about to do I phoned the butler and told him dinner would be late, and that Cathline and I was not to be disturbed under *any* circumstances. 'Now where were we?' Cathline said seductively. 'About here,' I said as I held her close. Our breasts heaving together as we resumed our passionate embrace. 'Lay down,' she said and I did so. Her tongue was caressing my body. It fondled my earlobes, then my neck and finally my by now very erect nipples. I began to moan, 'Yes, yes.' Electricity shot through me as her hand *finally*, but all too briefly, touched my pussy. I groped for the zip that held her skirt on and freed her of that article of clothing as she began to stroke my long, shapely legs again. 'About time I released you,' she crooned as my skirt was also removed. She stroked the curve of my waist and I did the same, feeling her smooth, unblemished skin. How different this was from making love to a man! So unhurried, so understanding, so gentle and so ummmmm. 'How about a 69?' she asked. By this time, a forest fire of passion and pleasure was burning within me and I agreed instantly. We swapped sides to form the classic shape and although I had done this with *him* this was unique and special. I was on top, looking down at her moist, open and aroused clit. I went to lick her hot, open and moist pussy, but she said 'Not yet, lover.' She reached up grasping the cheeks of my ass and began to smother my pussy with kisses. I moaned even louder and began to sweat. As her hands stroked my thighs and her tongue very delicately began to caress the lips of my cunt I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner. As I reached orgasm I heard her pant, 'Now lover.' I bent down, laying flat over her, and began to caress her pussy too. She too began to moan louder and soon we were in concert. The rhythm of our bodies, tongues and hands, adding the baseline to our sexual tune. I tasted her for the first time, her hot musk smell arousing me more than I had been for a long time. Hmm, women tasted so different. An exploratory caress with my tongue sent us both into overdrive. As I became more experienced our pleasure grew. This went on seemingly for hours. Each of us taking delight in each others bodies and sensations. We both came together, something that had happened only a few times when I was with a man. As our volcanic pleasure died down and turned into a warm, satisfied glow I really began to regret not doing this earlier. As we lay beside each other, her hand still resting on my breast, my hand gently stroking her hip, she said, 'I had no idea...' 'Neither did I. I guess we both needed each other,' It was now late and I knew we still had a lot of ground to cover. 'We have to get on, alas' I said as I got up to get dressed. Cathline, her fun for the moment gone, did the same. 'Shame,' she grinned. 'My house has plenty of space, you could always spend the night,' I told her. Had I really just invited another woman to sleep with me? I guess I had, and I certainly had no regrets. 'We only need one room, but not tonight. What would people say if they knew I was sleeping with the boss?' Cathline said grinning again. 'When do you want the package delivered?' I asked. 'I should be able to get the DNA within a few days. Say, make the doses during the following week.' I said, a bit disappointed. 'Fine, whatever you can do,' the lovely Cathline said. 'Let's call it a night,' I said. 'Sure you won't stay?' I asked. 'Hmm, very tempting, but no. I'll see you tomorrow.' With that Cathline left. My mind was in a whirl. Was I really falling for this woman or was she just some unforeseen side effect? I knew that I must keep the reason why her husband cheated on her a secret, otherwise all would be lost. I admit to feeling a little guilty for using her like that, especially as she wasn't as prim and proper as she wanted people to believe. Maybe one of the reasons she wanted this type of revenge was so that she could have her husband how she really liked them, a woman. Before I went to bed I made another call to my 'friends'. 'This is Deianeira. Status report on Jane Norton.' I asked. 'The wedding is in exactly two months.' Damn, I thought. 'Where is the honeymoon?' I asked. 'They are booked into the Luxor hotel in Cairo for three weeks right after the wedding.' the voice said. 'OK. Locate the most skilled tattoo artist in Cairo and tell him to await further instructions in around nine weeks and tell him to practice his Hydra's. Also find me the meeting places for the local slave-trade and contact names for some 'friends' in Egypt.' 'Done. Anything else?' 'Yes, I want you to obtain a sample of Jane Norton's hair or blood. I think you should be able to persuade her doctor to let you have a sample. Say that you are AIDS testing or something. When you have done that leave it in the usual place. I will call back in three days.' With that done I went to bed, my mind buzzing. Only two months to go. So much to do, but first we must attend to our friends Cathline and John Richards. The next day at work I hardly saw Cathline. I wanted to keep up the pretence of loving her so that she would not get scared off, and it would also allow me to adapt my plans to hers as they evolved. What was the saying? 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'. The next day I went to the pick up place, a small cave around 100 miles south of the lab. A sample of hair was in a polythene bag. A cursory inspection showed a few live hair follicles still attached to the hair. Perfect. I was sitting alone in the canteen (after all who wants to sit next to the boss?) when Cathline sat next to me. 'Hi,' she said. 'Hi, I've got the package if you still want it,' I said. 'Yes, I still want it. John is so apologetic but I think he enjoyed cheating on me really,' she said. 'I should have the refined version of it ready in about a week,' I mentioned. 'look I've told John I'm going away for a few days to think. I would like to spend them with you.' 'Why not? We'll need privacy. I see you tonight,' and I gave her foot an 'accidental' brush with mine. That night we didn't do much talking. Lots of doing, but not much talking. Although it was good, there was something missing. Maybe it was surprise. As we lay cuddling in my bed I asked her a $64,000 question. 'Do you want your husband to be a woman for a while so that you can enjoy her instead of me?' 'Whatever makes you say that?' Was that a guilty look!!! 'Just a thought.' 'I'll admit that I will try it on when he's your mystery girl but that's not my main reason.' 'Sure?' 'Positive' and she gave my nipple a little tweak. This prompted a response from me and soon we were at it again. This time much more frenzied but still very sensual. Why couldn't men be this sensitive? Morning came and I made my way to work, while Cathline worked from my home. I thought back to my encounters with Cathline. Why did she seduce me so? Why so keen when she had always seemed to have the perfect marriage? I reflected back again over the events of the past couple of days. Maybe she was a little too eager to have her husband transformed. Why was this? In searching for this answer my mind went back to THAT day, THAT hour, THAT second. Further back I went until I saw the same pattern forming. HIM being too willing to go along with my schemes and fantasies and then being hit with refusal. Cathline was playing me for a puppet, just as he had done. These thoughts began to blot out all others. Liz...CONCENTRATE! Tears, mood swings, why was I getting so upset? I can't let Cathline know I'm onto her. A day or so later the answer came, just in the nick of time. I had thought she was different but I could see the trap coming this time. She was just using me so that she could get what she wanted. That was it! I saw her plan instantly...Seduce me so she can turn her husband into a woman for a while. See how he likes it, drop me and go running off back to him. I would not let that happen. I began to draw up a counter to this. It was just a small diversion in the scheme of things but it would serve as another test I wanted to perform. It would also tidy up some possible loose ends and act as additional insurance should the need arise. The sample of Kat's DNA was just right and I made three copies of it. One for John, One for HIM and one for me. I had no desire to undergo the kind of traumatic change that HE would have to undergo and so I got my team to design a fast, painless version (I didn't tell them what it was really for just that if we were to produce this stuff commercially it should be painless). Once again my teams came up trumps. They did everything I asked of them and more. I had realised from the early days of my plan that I would have to change places with Kat at some point in time and that the only way to do that was to become her double. This meant that I had to store copies of my own DNA somewhere safe. I also needed a backup for the equipment at the lab and so some months previously I had purchased a small unit just outside of town. It resembled a small warehouse and had little security. Anonymity was the best security this place could have. In any case, the DNA altering traps I had set inside should prevent unauthorised tampering. The only other security measure required me to show my torso to an image recognition system before I could use the system. I called this place 'Rhamnus' after the place where Nemesis sought sanctuary. It was at 'Rhamnus' that I spliced the final versions of the drugs I was going to use. Let me see... 10 Kat Pills for HIM. With the new intelligent narcotic built in. Plus some other concoctions. 10 Doses of Kat Powder for John with the old Narcotic (but in smaller doses than those for HIM). 1 Painless presto-changeo version for me. 1 Painless back to me version. How could I have forgotten. I now had to tailor the real Kat's final form and add some fixer to make really sure. I sat down at the terminal and thought. I would tell HIM that I could not identify Kat after her change, but I had to know what she will look like in order that I can recognise her if the need arises. A few hours in front of the GUI DNA interface and all was complete. I pitied her in a way so she got a painless dose too. I hoped she likes her new body... I used the interface to design a few new faces for me, if I should need them. I now reckoned I could reduce the time it takes to change faces down to 20 seconds, and make it painless too. After this I guessed I'd be the first shapeshifter in the world. However all this depended on how well John did. It may seem forward to produce all this first before the test, but time really was short and I KNEW this would work. I came back from Rhamnus a few days later. To my chagrin I had missed being with Cathline, but this had to come first. I met Cathline around my house after about a week. Why did she have to dress so revealingly in public? I didn't want the news of our affair to get out. 'All Done,' I said and passed her John's 'Kat' Doses. 'This will really work?' she asked as she passed me a sample of John's hair. 'Don't lose it.' 'In three months he will be back to how he should be,' I said. 'Sure this will work?' Cathline asked. 'Yep. All set, apart from a couple of things.' 'Which are?' Cathline asked. 'You MUST keep a record and E-mail me every day. The detail doesn't have to be too explicit, as I don't want to get too jealous, but I must know if the drug is working OK. Also when the change is complete he/she will need some new papers in order to get around, credit cards, passports, drivers license etc. Oh and by the way I would recommend not giving him the doses for about week. just to be on the safe side.' I explained 'This is only for a couple of months,' Cathline confirmed. 'Yes, but you may want to go away. I may just be able to shout you a holiday as a thank you.' 'Wow! You sure?' 'Me? Short of money? Not likely. I guess you want the papers now, so that you can see what your husband will look like?' 'Yes please, hand them over.' I handed over the papers marvelling at the work my 'friends' had managed to achieve. All the documents were identical to the real thing. 'Jane Norton, huh?' 'Yep. Cute isn't she.' 'We look very much alike. Was that intentional?' Cathline observed. 'Kind of. I thought you will be able to share clothes rather than have to buy new outfits for her.' 'Good idea! No, Jane Norton will do just fine. I'll keep in touch when I can, but I'll tell you now that I have to be off work until this is done.' 'Fine. You're fired,' I said. 'What!!' 'Don't worry I'll take you back on as my deputy once all this is over but I need to be able to distance myself from this. I hope you understand.' 'Fine. See you in a couple of months, lover.' She said and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I went back into the house very satisfied. Laying down on my sofa, looking at the sun going down over my well kept grounds, I made a call from my special phone. 'This is Deianeira. Status report.' 'Everything is in place. The wedding takes place on the 20th of July. The honeymoon destination is confirmed as Cairo.' 'And the tattoo artist?' 'Paid and waiting for further instructions.' 'What about the other packages?' 'EVERYTHING is in place,' The voice sounded a little annoyed. 'Flights booked for all involved?' 'EVERYTHING is in place' The voice sounded even more annoyed. 'Oh and just one more thing' I outlined an additional instruction. 'Are you sure you want that done? It will cost half a million, cash.' 'Yes,' I answered. 'Consider it done, Deianeira.' 'Thank you, your payment will be in the usual place in four weeks. That will be all for now.' 'Pleasure doing business, Deianeira.' and my 'friend' hung up. My 'friends' were going to get a shock when they tried to hand out the money. I had impregnated the money with my DNA altering drug. A couple of hours after it was dished out there would be a few more cats in the world (The feline kind). The money would dissolve soon after. I do so hate loose ends. All the pawns were now in place. It would soon be time for the queen to move. I made another call. 'Hi, Terri. This is Liz. Is Vickie there?' 'Hold on, I'll get her,' my secretary said. 'Vickie, Listen I'm going on a sabbatical for about four months. Can you hold the fort while I'm away? 'Bit sudden, isn't it?' Vickie replied. 'I know it's short notice but I really NEED the time off. Unless I get a long break I'll burn up. In anycase I know you can cope.' 'I'll try,' Vickie said. 'Terri. I authorise Vickie Turner to be my deputy in all aspects of my work until my return. I'll confirm that in writing as well. Bye.' I said. 'OK, have a good one,' Terri said. I checked my mail every day for weeks until then the message 'Incoming E-Mail' appeared on my screen. A cursory check showed it to be from some spam company offering a get rich quick scheme, but the UU-encoded picture it contained soon deposited an encrypted text file on my hard disk. This told me this was no spam. I applied my private key to it and the message became clear. It read. "Change 1 "'Hi Lover It's me. If you are reading this rather than watching a jpeg of a pile of money. This means this embedded encryption system really works.' "John went ape when I told him you had fired me. He threatened to go around to your place and was saying things like 'woman or no woman no one does that to MY wife'. I managed to placate him saying that I wanted some time off. Anyway we can afford to wait for a few months before I start looking again." "'I've decided that I cannot wait ten days for him to change totally, I have calculated how much his body can really take based on the depth of changes. Hope you don't mind. I realise that you cannot reply but you have to trust me on this one." I stopped reading the message for a moment. Excellent! I will need to cater for this possibility. So, Cathline, that's fine by me. I went back to the message. "'I gave the first doses to him in some pizza last night. I wanted to start off small so I gave him her arms. Have you put in some kind of random delay? Because about an hour after he had taken then the following occurred. "'Honey? My arms feel weird,' John said. "'Pardon?' I asked. "'They feel all itchy. Have a look,' and he showed me his arms. "And lover, as I took his hands, the flesh began to ripple. His fingers reformed, smaller, and far more dainty than before. He began to scream as his normally muscular arms began to melt away. I had seen 'cogs' and 'dats' change before but this was mesmerising. His muscles seemed to flow and he grimaced in pain as I could see bone and sinew reform into some muscular but very feminine arms. "'What's happening to me?' he sobbed. He stared at his new arms for sometime, obviously unable to believe his eyes. "'I don't know, but I do know that I still love you. Besides a little workout and no-one will ever notice,' I lied. "'Sure?' "'Positive,' I said and gave him a kiss to prove it. "The next day he wanted the day off work so I called him in sick. "'Can I paint your nails?' I suggested. "'Fuck off!' he said, and that was that. No fun for Cathline this time, but just you wait. "'Well that's about it. Expect to hear from me in a day or so when I feed him some more of my special pizza. I think something fairly drastic next. Hips and body shape. You'll have to wait and see, as will I. So far Jane Norton looks a real babe. "Cathline." I stopped reading my heart filled with joy and pleasure. It works! It fucking well works! Well I sort of knew it would but now I was really ready to deal with HIM and his bitch wife. I hate waiting around for things and if I still had my 'friends' around I could have asked them to help, but I had enough cats around the place. In any case I needed to get a tan, and I thought I had underused the pool in recent weeks. Can't let this wonderful body of mine get out of shape can we, I thought. It'll need all the strength it has soon. Another message came in a day or so later. Still spam, but this time the picture was of Cindy Crawford. I applied another private key to the document and read Cathline's report with baited breath. "Changes 2 & 3 "'Hello Lover, "'I'm sorry to say I missed all the fun this time. I do wish you had told me how long it would take for him to start to change. As expected he had a real hunger for Pizza after that first dose and seemed to want it all the time. Score one for that narcotic. I fed him the body and hips dose at lunchtime hoping that he would change before my eyes. I really wanted to see that change, but I had to go out to get more Pizza. His hunger for the stuff is insatiable. Anyways I came back to find him collapsed on the floor barely breathing. I could see the curve of his hips and body under his shirt and again marvelled at your choice in body for him. His arms now flowed into his rounded shoulders forming a well muscled but very womanly shape. Whoever Jane Norton is/was, she certainly was no slouch when it came to exercise and workouts. His ass was good too. Very firm and just right for me. "'He awoke much to my relief about an hour later. "'What happened?' he asked woozily. "'I think you should see something,' I said. "'What's that?' He tentatively asked. "I gently undid his shirt showing off the full, well muscled curves he now had. Jane has very good skin you know. "I hope the neigbors didn't hear the scream. "He stood before me, naked looking very strange. His manly legs, face and dick seemed very out of place on that curved, shapely form. He was still a little taller than me at five nine but he had certainly shrunk from his normal six feet. "'How is this happening?' he sobbed. "'I don't know I've heard things about voodoo and curses placed on people. There have been several documented cases of such things,' I added. "'I think it's more likely that gene place you worked at,' he said. "I was ready for this. "'I had no access to any of that stuff, you can check with Dr Bexley if you like. Could it have been that bitch Jennifer?' I said. Jealousy gambit away, captain. "'That fucking whore!' he swore. (Well done Lover those bitch lessons from you has paid off...) "'You wait till I see her. I'll teach her to screw and then screw up my husband,' I shouted. "'How is this happening? Can I stop it?' he sobbed. "'I'm not really sure. I think the changes are genetic but reversible. Dr Bexley would have to know more. I could phone and ask her?' "'Not that spoilt whore,' he spat. "Sorry lover but you HAD just fired me. "'OK, I heard somewhere that she had gone off somewhere anyway,' I said. "'But what am I going to do now. My body now has curves that I can only describe as being dangerous. Hell even I fancy myself!' John said. "'I tell you what. How about I make you feel like a real man again?' I offered. "'Sure.' "I promised you that I wouldn't be to explicit but I have to give you some taste. He led me upstairs to bed and we rapidly stripped off. None of the gentle but erotic undressing you and I do by the way. "As his womanly arms began to stroke the curve of my spine my hands gently began to explore his firm, womanly ass. My hands traced the delicate curves of his body and I half expected him to protest but the 'Hmmm,' I got indicated otherwise. His small hands gently caressed my breasts, causing me immense pleasure. As his tongue moved to stroke my nipples, my hands also began to clutch at his rounded shoulders. By this time he was fully erect and itching to mount me. Men are so impatient! "'How about a 69 first?' I asked. "'Sure!' was his reply. "Sorry, Lover, I promised not to go into too much detail so I have cut the next hour or so out." I stopped reading at this point. How could she 69 him? I though I was the only one she 69'd. I was right not to trust them. I read on, grimly fascinated. The anger I felt at being betrayed in this way growing as I read each word. "After he had come we both lay down exhausted. The memory of his warm breath and tongue on and in me still giving me pleasure prompted me to ask. 'This isn't so bad is it? Not many men can experience life as woman. You might enjoy the other side for a while.' "'I didn't realise women's skin was so sensitive,' he said. "'If things go on as they are you may out a lot more about women. But how about it? Do you want to give being a real woman a try, if the time comes?' I asked. "'I'll think about it, but what about sex?' "'We'll let that sort itself out,' and with that we drifted off to sleep. "Sorry about that my love but I felt I had to lay some background down. I can hardly wait to give him the next slice, but I must now wait until he has recovered. What part next do you think? I'll surprise you. John has the makings of an excellent partner, but from what I've seen so far Jane Norton isn't in your league (especially in the licking department). Maybe a phone call from you to give me my new job back could be the prelude to us making a threesome? Thinking about it. Wait until my next mail before phoning. "Until then "All my love Cathline..." As the mail scrolled off the screen I began to get aroused at the thought of a threesome, but I had no time for distractions. It's a shame, dearest Cathline, that your fate had been decided in that 69 session with your husband, but I would not be betrayed a second time. Whilst I was sunning myself, in my too skimpy swimsuit, my butler came out holding the phone. 'It's for you, Madam.' he said. 'Sorry to trouble you, Liz, but I have some news on James/Jane.' Vickie said. So much had gone on, that I had forgotten about him. He was a very early part of my plan and he had been rendered harmless. Or so I thought. 'Is he/she all right?' I asked. 'I got a letter from his psychiatrist saying that he had been admitted to a sanatorium sometime ago with Gender Identity Disorder.' 'I'm not surprised.' Good that bit went just as planned. 'He's fine, but he will not be returning to work, ever.' Vickie said sadly. 'Sure, thanks for letting me know. In that case I'll give Cathline Richards his job. I regret firing her. It was a mistake on my part,' I said. 'Do you want me to tell her?' Vickie asked. 'No. I need to pop round to apologise. I'll do it.' I said. 'I never thought I'd see the day when Doctor Elizabeth Bexley made a mistake,' Vickie said. Sorry, sister, I have made no mistake, I thought. 'It comes to all of us. Now let me be, my champagne is getting warm.' I said and hung up. Perfect. I now had the excuse to contact Cathline and pay a visit. Now I had just to wait for the E-mail. I made another call. This time to my bank. I arranged for 12 million to be transferred from my vault in the US to another in New Zealand. Access was to be via safe deposit key. This was to be my nest egg if it should prove difficult or dangerous to move back to the US. I had liked New Zealand and could easily live there if I had to. Everyone needs a bolt hole if required. Three days later, and with just over a month to go, another E-mail arrived. This time as an E-mail advert for some strange cult. The picture was of a temple in the mountains and the message required private key three to decode. "Hello Again Lover "My husband is now the proud owner of two very shapely legs, and I must say that Jane's face looks very beautiful. It has this almost feline quality about it. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's how it happened. "I was in a hurry to get things moving again and so I made him another special pizza. This time with three doses in. I pushed his limits, I know, but legs count about the same as arms in change terms, so I wanted to try it out. Almost right away he screamed 'My head hurts, stop it Cath please...' "His blonde hair was turning raven black and growing rapidly. His small delicate hands clutched at his face as the bones reshaped into an oval shape. His nose changed shape until it was, well, cute and the lips reformed to become much fuller and luscious. Showing thru his now short hair, I noticed that his ears were a different shape. I could almost say elfin, but not really that much. Tears streamed down his face as his eyes seemed to go inside his head. A few seconds later they re-emerged a very feline green in color. His voice was higher too. "'Noo!' he sobbed. "Just as his strength returned and he managed to stand, he fell over again, as this time I saw the flesh begin to ripple on both of his legs. His feet seemed to shrink and his toes reshaped to form small feet. His calf muscled reshaped to form smooth curves and his once hairy legs were now smooth. His knees also reshaped as the drug worked it's way up to his thighs. His thighs too became much more curved and firm looking. Jane really has a nice pair of pins. "He looked down at his legs, attached to his shapely form and began to cry. "'I can't cope. I thought I could, but I can't!' he sobbed. "'Don't worry dear, we are stronger than this.' I said. "'Pass me a mirror,' he asked. "I went into