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ReGenesis, Inc.: As Children into the Abyss by Bill Hart Becky Phelder was stunned, as the rest of her classmates began to snicker. She'd been sitting in the front row desk of her next to last class of the day listening intently to one of her favorite teachers, when she heard the unexpected announcement crackle over the intercom. "Becky Phelder ... Please report to Mr. Wilton's office immediately." In addition to being surprised, Becky was also more than a little embarrassed at being called into the principal's office. As hard as she tried, she couldn't think of anything she could have possibly done that warranted her being called out of a class before its conclusion. She was absolutely certain she'd never be able to live this complete humiliation down; she simply _never_ got into any trouble. Without any doubts, all of her friends would give her hell for the next several weeks, at least, for getting into trouble. But for some strange and totally inexplicable reason, she _was_ now apparently in enough trouble to justify them summoning her immediately to the principal's office. Unable to determine, or guess, what she might have done, Becky walked slowly through the hall to Mr. Wilton's office. With each new step, she wondered what she could have possibly done. As soon as she arrived, Mr. Wilton's student assistant sent her directly to the principal's inner office. And almost immediately, Becky knew _she_ wasn't in trouble. Quite surprisingly, her mother and her little brother Andy were already inside, talking pleasantly with the principal Mr. Wilton. When she realized her mother had acknowledged her entrance, Becky nervously asked, "What's wrong, mom?" "Why, there's absolutely nothing wrong dear," replied her mother with an odd smile. Although Becky would never be able to explain to anyone how or why, she sensed something about her mother's peculiar smile she didn't like. "But weren't you going across town today to that place daddy's been working. I thought you were going to try and find out why daddy hasn't come around to see any of us for the past three months." "And that's exactly what I did this morning, sweetheart." Phyllis Phelder smiled at her daughter. "I went right over to that place your father works, and had a very long talk with him and his bosses. Your father is very sorry that he hasn't been able to come and visit you and Andy more often of late, but, as he explained to me, he just seems to lose all track of the passage of time whenever he's working on his project. Even Dr. Sinclair - that's your father's immediate boss - told me that is a very common attitude among all of their employees. They all seem to find their jobs so exciting and totally fascinating, that they _almost_ never want to go home." Becky frowned, unable to shake the odd feeling that something just wasn't right. Somehow, there was something about her mother's story that just didn't ring quite true with her. Not only that, but she could never remember her father _ever_ being more interested in _his_ work, regardless of how exciting or fascinating he found it, than in spending more time with Andy or her. "Is daddy alright?" "Your father is just fine dear," replied Phyllis calmly. "In fact, I believe I have some very wonderful news for both you and Andy. I was going to wait until after we got _home_ and surprise you, but I'm so excited that I think I'll just have to tell you right now." Phyllis smiled at her son and daughter. "While your father and I were talking things over today, we decided to get back together, possibly even get remarried. Isn't that wonderful news?" "Yeah, mom," said Becky, trying to sound more excited than she felt, "that's really great news." But to herself, she wondered, 'I never thought mom and dad would ever try being a couple again, especially after all those things mom told me last night. I hope they're not doing this for the wrong reasons.' "Does that mean daddy's gonna be moving back in with us again, mommy?" asked Andy hopefully. "Not exactly, honey," replied Phyllis. "Your father won't be moving in _with_ us, because we are going to be moving in with him at his new company provided place across town." "Across town?" asked Becky. "But that means we'll have to move. Andy and I will have to change schools." "Yes, dear." "But all my friends are here," moped Becky. "I don't even know anyone on the other side of town." "You'll still be able to see all your old friends; it's only across town, dear, _not_ across the country. And I'm certain you can always make lots of new friends, Becky," smiled Phyllis. "However, I was sure you'd want to move in with him as soon as it was possible. We certainly wouldn't want to disappoint your father needlessly. Now would we, Becky?" Becky shook her head. 'But why now?' she wondered. "I've already had your brother released from his school, and your principal Mr. Wilton and I have already filled out all of the requisite paperwork necessary to remove you from this school as well." "Once you get settled into your new schools," said Mr. Wilton, "then we'll have your school records transferred to your new schools. I'm sure there won't be any problems." But Becky still wasn't completely certain she wanted to move across town, and leave all of her old friends behind. But on the other hand, this chance of getting her mother and father back together again so they could be a complete and _normal_ family once again - something which only yesterday had seemed even less than impossible - was worth the possibility of losing a friend or two. "If Mr. Wilton has no additional paperwork for me to complete and sign, then I guess we're ready to go to your father's ... or rather _our_ ... new home." Phyllis extended her hand to the principal. "I want to thank you, Mr. Wilton, for all of your help today." "No trouble; it was my pleasure, Mrs. Phelder," smiled the principal, as he shook her hand. "I'm always glad when two separated spouses attempt to save their previously failed marriage, especially," he looked directly at Andy, "when there is a younger child living in the home." He turned to Becky. "But I'm really very sorry you'll be leaving us, Becky. It always make me quite sad when one of our brightest students moves away from our happy family." Becky blushed brightly. "Thank you, Mr. Wilton," she smiled. Not long after they'd left the principal's office, Becky approached her mother. "When did all of this happen, mom?" she asked curiously. "I mean, just last night you told me that daddy would probably be pissed at _you_ forever for being such a mean and heartless, non-understanding little bitch. And now - not even a day later - we are moving in with him?" "You shouldn't use crude language like that Becky," scolded her mother. "It's not very ladylike." Becky gave her mother a look of total bewilderment. Her mother had used almost the same "crude language" she now found objectionable just last night in explaining what had happened between her and her father a couple of months earlier. 'Why is it suddenly alright for _her_ to use that kind of language, but not alright for me?' And yet, Becky still couldn't help from wondering if there was still something else bothering her mother, since she'd never corrected her on something so obviously trivial before. And then, as Phyllis unlocked the rear passenger door of a very large unidentified car in the school's visitor parking lot, Becky let out a small gasp of surprise. "Where did you get this car, mom?" she asked. "Do you like it, dear? I know it's a lot bigger than what I'm used to driving, but those really nice people where your father works are so very sensitive to their employees needs and concerns; they absolutely insisted I use one of their limos to pick you and Andy up from school today." "Have you told Richard about this yet?" "No, dear," replied Phyllis. "Your father and I thought it would be best to tell the two of you before we told anyone else." Past her intuition, Becky couldn't explain why she thought her mother's answer sounded a little odd; it almost seemed as if she didn't know who Richard was. But that was silly; how could any mother forget her oldest child? But after thinking about what her mother had said, Becky decided she was probably imagining things, and that they were probably right not telling Richard yet. It might actually be a lot more fun to surprise her older brother the next time he came home from school. Becky smiled, realizing that her older brother would never believe, nor even suspect, that their mother and father might actually get married - to each other - again. "Can I call him later?" asked Becky. "Just so he'll know where we are and can find us." "Who, dear?" "Richard," replied Becky in a puzzled tone of voice. "Oh," answered Phyllis without concern, "Of course you can, dear." Becky still couldn't shake that strange feeling her mother was acting really peculiar. 'It is a good thing I don't believe all those really strange scifi movies my brothers are always watching. Otherwise, I might be tempted into thinking mom had been replaced by some pod person from outer space.' Becky shook her head. 'Now, I'm just being silly,' she thought. Becky and Andy slid into one of the back seats of the limo. As they did, both of them stared at the little refrigerator facing them. Neither of them had ever been in a car that had its own refrigerator before. Phyllis turned back to her children from the driver's seat. "There's some soda in the refrigerator for you." "But mom," replied Becky in surprise, "you've never allowed us to drink anything while we've been riding in a car before." "Be quiet, Becky," snapped Andy, who had already opened the small refrigerator to determine what kinds of soda it contained. Finding exactly what he wanted, Andy pulled out a large bottle of root beer, then easily twisted off its cap. "You don't need to worry about that now, dear," smiled Phyllis. "The people where your daddy works said it would be alright. They even bought the sodas. But just remember, this is not our car, so you must be very careful not to spill anything." Although that sounded more like her, Becky was now certain her mother hadn't told them everything. There just _had_ to be something else bothering her, or she wouldn't be acting so strangely. For a moment, she wondered if her mother had been replaced by some hostile green Martian shapeshifter, before concluding those types of silly things only happened in Andy's comic books. On the other hand, she was very thirsty. It had been a long time since lunch - and Andy had already greedily guzzled down his bottle of root beer. 'Besides, what conceivable harm could drinking a soda in this car possibly cause?' she wondered, as she looked inside the small refrigerator, and pulled out a diet cola for herself. Without much effort, she uncapped the bottle with a quick twist, then took a long drink from the plastic bottle. Andy abruptly shook his sister's shoulder. "Becky, I'm feeling really sleepy," yawned Andy. "Do you think it would be alright if I take a nap just until we get to daddy's house?" He yawned again. "Sure, Andy," replied Becky. "I'll wake you as soon as we get there." "Okay," agreed Andy drowsily. He yawned once more, then curled up on the limo's long seat. His eyes closed, and almost instantly Andy was asleep. 'Now this really _is_ getting strange,' thought Becky. 'I haven't seen Andy actually _want_ to take a nap this early in years.' As she went to take another sip of her diet cola, Becky was surprised to discover she'd already finished it. 'I must have been thirstier than I thought. But there were still plenty of sodas in the frig, so maybe I'll help myself to another one.' Suddenly, she yawned. 'This is getting really weird - now I'm sleepy too. And yet, I don't suppose a little nap will hurt me either.' She yawned again. As she looked down at her peacefully sleeping little brother, she yawned once more. Becky's eyelids grew heavy, her eyes slowly closed, and within a few moments, she was snoring lightly. Phyllis smiled as she stared into the rear view mirror that had been carefully positioned to observe her children. "It's about fucking time. I was beginning to wonder when those brats would finally nod off," she mumbled. She looked down at her watch, "I've still got plenty of time before I have to deliver these two new test subjects to Dr. Lewiston. But first, I must stop by Dr. Warner's apartment. I sure hope she _can_ completely reverse the effects of what she's done to me, just like she told me could." Phyllis cupped one of her firm breasts and smiled. "Having boobs like this is kind of nice for a while, but having them continually bouncing around while I walk gets awfully old, awfully fast. I think I'll always prefer fondling some woman's massive jugs to having my own potentially impressive rack." As Phyllis Phelder approached Dr. Warners' front door, she was surprised to hear two angry voices - both female - coming from behind it. 'Most interesting,' she thought, 'Dr. Warners and her assistant Miss Wellington always seemed so cordial and amicable to each other at the lab.' She knocked on the door, but no one answered, and the shouting from inside continued. With growing impatience, she kicked at the door, then banged on it with her fist, and shouted, "Dr. Warners! I need to speak with you!" The shouting ceased abruptly. Within moments, the doctor's extremely sexy roommate and assistant, Lexia Wellington, answered the door. For a passing moment, or possibly two, Phyllis thought she saw rage and anger burning brightly in the sensual young woman's eyes, but the look vanished so quickly that she convinced herself she'd just imagined seeing something so utterly contrary to the girl's true persona. "Are you finished so soon?" Lexia asked in a pleasing sultry tone. "We thought it might take you a little longer, Phyllis. Won't you please come in." Phyllis stared at Lexia with evident lust. "It didn't take nearly as much time as I had originally anticipated. I mean, my looking like this," she spread her arms out from her body, "cut through a hell of a lot of official red tape I would have never been able to get through otherwise." "Just like our Marlika said it would, Phyllis," replied Lexia knowingly. As she looked directly at Phyllis, she asked their guest sexily, "I hope you don't think I'm being to forward. Do you want to kiss me, Phyllis?" But the young buxom bombshell didn't hesitate a heartbeat waiting for Phyllis' obvious answer, as she quickly pulled Phyllis closer, then kissed her lustily on the lips. Wondering if Lexia would be this randy when she and the doctor hadn't been fighting about whatever they'd been arguing about, Phyllis gasped for breath as Lexia pulled away from their kiss. "I certainly hope you won't mind repeating that _after_ Dr. Warners returns me to my normal self." "Whether you're female or male, or even somewhere in between, makes absolutely no difference to me, my dear sweet Phyllis." Lexia smiled wickedly at her, then, as if to emphasize her point, kissed her again with equal passion. "Stay right here. I'll go get Marlika for you." Phyllis stared after Lexia as she walked slowly, and quite enticingly, out of the room. 'What a marvelous body she has,' she thought, knowing she'd be hard as a rock, instead of so uncomfortably wet, if only she were a man instead of a woman. 'I wonder where Dr. Warners found her,' she mused. 'But given that little miracle serum she gave me earlier that so easily transformed me physically into Phyllis Phelder's twin, I wonder if she'd be amenable to my bringing her some ancient worn out hooker to transform into Lexia's twin? That would be a very small, but quite satisfactory, payment to insure I wouldn't tell those two mad doctors all about what the things she has accomplished on her own. But before I can realistically think about something like that, I hope she wasn't lying when she told me she had something in her little bag of tricks that would completely restore me to my normal self again.' Dr. Warners entry into the room with Lexia draped on her arm interrupted Phyllis' thoughts. "Welcome back, Phyllis," she greeted her visitor warmly. "I trust everything went very well tonight." Phyllis stared at Lexia. 'If I hadn't heard them arguing earlier, I'd never guess from their current actions they'd been shouting at each other. It is almost as if one of them has multiple personalities,' she thought, before turning her attentions completely to Marlika. "It went far better than I could have possibly imagined, Dr. Warners," replied Phyllis. "Everyone I met, including those two brats, actually thought I was Phyllis Phelder." "That surprises you? After all, that _was_ the whole idea behind this little exercise of ours, _Phyllis_," smiled Marlika. "I gather you had no problems?" "None at all," replied Phyllis. "The girl, Becky, wanted to call someone named Richard - I suspect he must be her boyfriend - when they arrived at their father's new place. But that didn't sound like anything, or anyone, of great importance. When the boy doesn't hear anything from her after a few weeks, he'll just figure she's dumped him." "Very good, Phyllis." "Would you _please_ stop calling me Phyllis, doctor," snapped Phyllis in growing annoyance. "I'd really appreciate it, if you would just shitcan all this small talk and restore me to my real self, just like you said you would." "From the way you've been acting, especially around my exquisite assistant Lexia, I was beginning to think you wanted to remain Phyllis Phelder forever, _Vincent_." "You have got to be kidding?" replied Vincent scornfully. "Phyllis Phelder is a _woman_, and I'm a _man_. Even if I wanted to remain a woman, which I sure as hell don't, then remaining Phyllis Phelder would be one of stupidest things I could ever do. And I'm sure you'll agree with that assessment. Won't you, Dr. Warners? You must know that Dr. Sinclair used his mystic techniques to transform the real Phyllis Phelder into a male satyr. And there's no fucking way I can believe that showing up at ReGenesis wearing _this_ particular female form would be very bright, or overly conducive to my health," he argued. "Besides, who knows what that terrible twosome would do to _me_, if they thought I was actually her." "You've made an excellent point, Vincent." Marlika strolled casually over to to the door. "Lexia, would you come here please?" she asked her roommate. "I need you to take Vincent into one of our other rooms, and keep him _occupied_, while I prepare the serum that will restore his true form." Lexia stepped sexily through the open door. "Please, follow me, Phyllis," she requested in a sultry tone of voice. "I'm certain I have the _perfect_ way to keep you totally _occupied_, Phyllis. But I really hope you won't mind to much, if I just continue calling you Phyllis, Vincent," smiled Lexia sexily. "I mean, you just look a lot more like a _Phyllis_ to me than any old _Vincent_ I've ever seen." Vincent gave Dr. Warners a puzzled look. "Don't worry, Vincent," smiled Marlika warmly. "It won't take much time to prepare a dose of the serum I need. And afterwards, you'll still have plenty of time to deliver the two Phelder children to Dr. Lewiston before the effects of the drug you gave them in their soft drinks wears off, and they awaken again. But for right now, just go off with Lexia and relax with her for a while. Until I'm ready to begin your retransformation, I insist you should enjoy yourselves." "Take all the time you need, doc." Vincent smiled at Lexia. "I wouldn't want you making any mistakes." As Lexia eagerly returned her smile, she led Phyllis out of the living room, and, just as Marlika had expected, as well as fully intended, she led Phyllis to the door that Marlika knew opened into Lexia's bedroom. * * * * * * Marlika had known it wouldn't take long to prepare the serum she needed, because she had already prepared dosages of serums with two similar formulae, which would produce slightly different effects, while Vincent had been off snatching the Phelder children. She could have easily given him one before sending him off to Lexia's bed, but her sexy roommate always seemed extra horny whenever Kevin was allowed even the most minimal time of control over their body. She was certain the contents of the smaller vial would completely restore Vincent's previous male form, provided of course, it didn't reduce his molecular structure to an equivalent sized puddle of organic goo. This would also be her first opportunity to field test this particular _antidote_. Since it had worked successfully on rats and mice in the lab and she'd seen no logical reason to believe it wouldn't work the same way on larger animals in the field, Marlika had unilaterally decided, before Vincent's initial transformation into Phyllis, there was no real need to inform Vincent of potential difficulties that might arise, which might prevent him from changing back. If she had told him, then he might have objected, or possibly even refused, to being transformed in the first place. And besides, warning him of small and remote possibilities would have only unduly alarmed him. However, the second serum she'd prepared was even more experimental in nature. It was something completely new. If _it_ worked as she expected it to work, Vincent would not only be Vincent, but he'd also be someone else entirely. It would produce effects very similar to someone suffering from a dissociative identity disorder. The major difference was her serum would result in both mental _and_ physical manifestations. It should produce in her test subject a physically enhanced, bi-personality syndrome. Whenever Vincent's thoughts and mental processes were in control, then the body itself would be physically Vincent. But on the other hand, whenever his alternate personality assumed the same control, then the body's shape and form would become physically someone totally distinct from Vincent. And if this new personality were to be created as the controlling dominant ego, then Vincent wouldn't even be aware of the existence of his two separate and distinct personalities. Of course, she'd always known she'd have to protect herself and Lexia from Vincent. And after she slipped him just a couple of pills of that marvelous drug she'd developed, and made a few suggestions, Vincent wouldn't even remember having been Phyllis for most of the day. Even though Vincent had unknowingly been a great deal of help testing out her latest unauthorized experiment, she also realized she could never really take the chance of trusting him to remain silent. Given the right set of circumstances, he'd quickly sell her out to Sinclair or Lewiston. 'I wouldn't be overly surprised if Vincent attempted to blackmail me,' she thought. 'I couldn't help noticing that lusty gaze she gave Lexia every time she looked at her, and I can easily imagine him asking me to transform some old worn out whore he picked up in some skid row alleyway into Lexia's identical twin, as payment for his continued silence.' Marlika shook her head, knowing potential blackmail was totally unacceptable. 'No fucking way. If I give in to his blackmail once, then he'll be back again, but wanting more the next time; and he'll want even more the next time after that. But then, I suppose I could just as easily transform _him_ into another Lexia,' she mused with a wicked grin, 'but Vincent is so handy, and does so much of the grunt work around ReGenesis that he'd be quickly missed. Not only that, he also knows a great deal more about what goes on around the lab then either Sinclair or Lewiston even suspects he knows. Vincent is just too valuable a continuing source of company confidential information to be summarily, and very permanently, eliminated from ReGenesis.' But having considered Vincent's potential blackmail had greatly simplified her decision. There was only one viable option to deal with Vincent - the second serum. And if this new serum worked as she anticipated it would - and there were no doubts whatsoever in her mind about that - she had several, even more ambitious, plans in mind. This should be an interesting experiment. Her decision made, Marlika knocked on Lexia's bedroom door. And although she could hear all the commotion going on inside, she entered without waiting for Lexia's response. "Are you ready to start, Vincent?" she smiled as she looked over his and Lexia's glistening naked bodies. "Don't you believing in knocking, _doctor_," he gasped, obviously out of breath. "But she did, Phyllis sweetheart," said Lexia coyly. "I heard her, but I was having so much fun with you I just didn't want to stop what we were doing to answer her. You were so preoccupied with your lust, you probably just didn't hear her knock," she smiled sensuously. "But you must remember this is Marlika's apartment, and she may enter my room whenever she desires, regardless of if I'm by myself, or with someone else. I keep _nothing_ secret from Marlika." Vincent thought her cavalier attitude sounded a shade on the kinky side, but he'd always known Dr. Warners was a little peculiar. And he should have guessed any of her proteges would likely share a few of the doctor's peccadilloes. 'Maybe - once I get my normal body back - I'll be able to convince the good doctor to make a threesome with me and Lexia. Dr. Warners might be a little weird, but she's still a hell of a looker, and, if she made it into my bed, I'd never consider kicking her out of it.' He started to rise from Lexia's bed. "Let me get dressed first," he told the doctor. "Why?" chuckled Marlika. "I _am_ a doctor, Vincent. I've seen plenty of naked bodies before yours. And it should be very obvious to you that Lexia's seen her share of naked men and naked women quite often." "But it wouldn't be right," objected Vincent. "Who cares if its right," smiled Lexia, "or wrong, Phyllis darling?" "Being mostly naked didn't seem to bother you before. You readily stripped down to your shorts, before I transformed you into Phyllis earlier. And you never complained about your near nakedness being wrong then." "But that was different," argued Vincent. "Not really, sweetheart," smiled Lexia seductively. "Being naked is just being naked." "Oh," replied Marlika. "But I suspect I've figured out your alleged difference." She began to chuckle. "When I transformed you earlier, you continued wearing your shorts so _you_ wouldn't have to watch your penis disappear. And now, you're trying to shelter us poor _innocent_ girls from having to watch its return. How very touching!" "I think he's being very gallant," grinned Lexia. "You are - aren't you, Phyllis?" "But ..." "But nothing, Vincent," snapped Dr. Warners. "If you want to hide your returning _little_ prick, then hide it. But to do so, you'll have to wear Phyllis' panties again. They should sufficiently hide your restored cock and balls from our view." "But I never wanted to wear Phyllis' panties again," objected Vincent. "Okay. If that's what you really want, then so be it," replied Marlika. "But on the other hand, there's absolutely nothing that says I must give you any of the serum that will restore you to yourself. "Isn't that true, _Phyllis_ dear?" She turned to leave the room. "I hope you enjoy yourself, and your new life, _Phyllis_!" Lexia's eyes lit up with renewed desire. Before she'd met and moved in with Marlika, Lexia had been strictly heterosexual in her sexual relationships. But her new roomie had quickly introduced her to the joys and pleasures that could be had making love with other women. Although she still enjoyed being laid by some handsome young stud, Vincent wasn't that young, or that handsome, or anywhere near being a stud. In fact, she didn't really give a shit for Vincent as a man, and she doubted her opinion of him would have been much different had she met him before moving in with Marlika. However, as Phyllis ... she was beautiful, and she'd proven herself an exceptional lover. 'Why did I waste all my time chasing _only_ men before?' she wondered. "How am _I_ supposed to take those two brats to Dr. Lewiston?" asked Vincent. "I sure as hell can't show up at ReGenesis looking like Phyllis Phelder. Lewiston and Sinclair would take one look at this female body and, before I'd be able to say anything in my defense, they'd have me drugged and hustled off downstairs to one of their little transformation chambers. There's no telling what I'd wind up being." "Are you going to wear Phyllis' panties?" grinned Marlika wickedly. "Please wear _your_ panties, Phyllis. For me," cooed Lexia. "Seeing you in _your_ sexy panties always makes you look so incredibly hot." "It does?" asked a surprised Vincent. He looked longingly at Lexia, who was returning his gaze with a seductive smile. Never in his life had he been capable of resisting the charms of a beautiful girl, and Lexia went far beyond being just another beautiful girl. "Okay, you win. I'll wear _her_ panties," he said in resignation, "but as soon as you finish transforming me into me, I'm wearing my own clothes." "Fair enough," smiled Marlika. "_If_ that's what you want afterwards, I won't object." She turned to her roommate. "Lexia, would you fetch Vincent a glass of water, please?" While Vincent disinterestedly slipped into the silken panties he'd been wearing all day as Phyllis, Lexia left the room, then quickly returned holding a large glass of water in her hand. "You'll need to take these pills first," said the doctor, as she handed Vincent two large yellow pills covered with purple and green spots. Vincent stared suspiciously at Dr. Warners. "What are these for?" he asked nervously, staring at the odd-looking pills in his hand. "You didn't give me any pills like these when you transformed me before." "No, I didn't," agreed Marlika. "But when I transformed you earlier, you hadn't been injected with one of my other serums less than a half day earlier either. Hopefully, these pills should prevent any synergistic effects between the two serums, while allowing the full effects of the latter one to manifest, while completely superseding the former one." "Synergistic?" "That just means these two serums taken closely together might have some unexpected aggregate effects greater than the sum total of the effects caused by the serums individually. And in strict accordance with Murphy's Laws, such a combined effect would most likely manifest as something unusual and unpleasant. For example, you might wind up with your penis restored to twice the size it had been before you became Phyllis." "I can't see how _that_ could be considered unpleasant," countered Vincent with a wide grin. "Perhaps, that was not the best example for me to use in your case," replied Marlika with a grin. "The observable effect could just as easily be the shrinkage of your engorged penis to less than half its original flaccid size. Or you could find your manhood restored to normal, while your already large breasts expand by several additional inches before beginning to lactate. But I suppose you might learn to enjoy those situations as well. I've heard there are men who would treat a man with large, milk-filled breasts as a virtual goddess," smiled Marlika. "However, if you choose to ignore the risks and not take these pills, it's okay with me. After all, it is _your_ body. And I suppose studying the results of whatever happens to you might prove extremely interesting." For a moment, Vincent stared at the doctor. But without saying another word, he popped both pills into his mouth, took the glass of water from Lexia, and chugged its contents. "Okay doc, I'm ready. Give me the shot." "Sit down on the bed," ordered Dr. Warners. Vincent did as he was told, glad that he would soon be rid of this female body, as well as the constantly bouncing twin mounds of feminine flesh on his chest that came with it. Marlika swabbed his arm before injecting him with the contents of the syringe. "We should start seeing results fairly soon." "It can't be soon enough for me," snarled Vincent. But before he could say anything else, he started feeling strangely, just as he had earlier in the day, when Dr. Warners had initially transformed him into Phyllis Phelder. But unlike the last time, Vincent's eyes glazed over as the pills the doctor had given him took their real mind-numbing effect. He sat unmoving on the edge of the bed. "Let's see how well this enhanced modifier serum actually works," Marlika told Lexia with widening grin. She walked over to Vincent's immobile form. "I want you to concentrate on the sexiest _young_ girl of your wildest and fondest fantasies," she whispered in Vincent's ear. "But this dream girl of yours cannot be Lexia. You want to be your own person." As Marlika and Lexia watched, the form of Phyllis Phelder currently possessed by Vincent slowly began altering. Powered by Marlika's new formula, her body was gradually being reshaped in accordance to his own subconscious wants and desires. At first, Phyllis' light colored hair began darkening. Her hair, already several inches longer than Vincent had ever worn his, began lengthening. After several minutes had passed, her hair stopped growing, and her dark red locks sat gently across the tops of her shoulders. And while the color of her eyes shifted to a sparkling emerald green, her once straight hair became a mass of gentle curls. Even the weight the real Phyllis had been trying to lose during all those intervening years since Andy's birth, quickly melted away from her surrogate self. Her waist thinned noticeably, while what little fat had remained about her stomach melted away. Even the stretch marks from birthing her three children slowly faded away - almost as if they'd never existed - leaving her with a sleeker, and sexier, more feminine figure. Her breasts grew tauter, before swelling appreciably in size, while, at the same time, becoming firmer and more full. And then her waist contracted another inch, further enhancing her increasingly youthful feminine appearance. The excessive weight she'd long carried in her legs melted away, leaving two willowy and ultrasexy feminine appendages behind. Even her skin, which had recently begun exhibiting the earliest symptoms of Phyllis' entry into middle age, seemed to regain the flexibility of her youth. And as she continued sitting motionlessly on the bed, apparently growing younger, her face gently altered and gradually rearranged, becoming prettier than Phyllis had been at first, before blossoming into an exceptional beauty. As the changes to her face and form eventually ceased, a beautiful girl of at most seventeen summers with curly dark red shoulder length hair sat poised on the edge of Lexia's bed. And Marlika could tell from the girl's sultry look and curvaceous figure she would be guaranteed of garnering a great deal of attention from every man who saw her. Marlika smiled at the teenaged girl. Phase one, the physical stage, was now successfully completed. "Excellent," she said, looking over the young girl from head to toe. Lexia guessed that her roommate was obviously quite pleased with the initial results of her new experiment. "Come over here," she told the girl, "and stand before the mirror." "Yes," replied Vincent in an unemotional, yet surprisingly sultry soprano. After slowly rising from the bed, he swayed sexily over to the mirror. Still without visible emotion, he stared at his very youthful, very sexy, and very feminine reflection. "Do you recognize the girl in the mirror?" "No." "Do you know your name?" "Of course. Why shouldn't I?" replied the girl. "My name is Vincent Edward Martensen." "Listen to me very closely," smiled Marlika. "The name of the girl you see reflected in the mirror is Valerie Elizabeth Martin. _She_ is also _you_. "From this moment on, you shall possess two completely distinct personalities, as well as a totally distinct physical form for each of your personalities. "In one of your alternate personalities, you are Vincent Edward Martensen, just as you have always been. Whenever you are Vincent, then he, as the subordinate personality of the pair, will retain no knowledge of the controlling personality. As far as Vincent is aware, or concerned, he is your body's _only_ personality. And when your personality becomes one with Vincent, your physical body will remold itself to assume Vincent's form. "Vincent will not remember having been Phyllis Phelder today. Nor will Vincent ever recall that Dr. Marlika Warners reshaped _his_ physical aspect in any way in order to assist him with his assignment of delivering the Phelder children to Dr. Lewiston. All Vincent will remember of this task are those bits and pieces having no relevance to his being Phyllis Phelder. Other than that, Vincent will not recall how he accomplished this task, but he will unquestioningly know there are no complications from his abduction of the two Phelder children. And should _I_, or Lexia, ever ask for Vincent's assistance, then Vincent will, in the most timely manner possible, always willingly provide such help to whichever of us asked. "Your other alternate personality is that of Valerie Elizabeth Martin, the teenaged girl you currently see reflected in the mirror. When you are Valerie you will remember your _entire_ life, regardless of which of your alts lived through the experience. Since Valerie is your dominant, and controlling, persona, she will also recall having been Vincent, and retain full and complete knowledge of everything that happens while Vincent is in control. However, Valerie will remember herself as having always been a girl. And as the girl she's always been, Valerie will know she has always been sexy and feminine. "Valerie has always enjoyed being a pretty girl. _And_ you have always preferred being Valerie to being Vincent, _or_ a boy, for that matter. When your personality is that of Valerie, your body will also assume Valerie's feminine form; the sexy young girl you are currently observing in the mirror. "When you are Vincent, and hear the phrase 'double bullfeathers ice cream cone' from me or Lexia, your mind, personality, and soul will become those of Valerie Elizabeth Martin _before_ your body transforms to match hers. "Likewise, when you are Valerie, and hear the phrase 'ice cream with thick cow dung syrup' from me or Lexia, your mind, personality and soul will become those of Vincent Edward Martensen _after_ your body metamorphoses into his. "Do you understand?" "Yes, doctor." Marlika stepped back. "Let _your_ mind now become one with your body." Valerie shivered slightly. After sweeping her dark red hair out of eyes, she struck a sensual, highly suggestive feminine pose, while smiling at her reflection in the mirror. "Do you know your name, dear?" "Yes, Dr. Warners," replied the teenaged girl. "My name's Valerie Elizabeth Martin, although I also seem to recall being some completely insignificant male employee of ReGenesis, Inc., known by the name of Vincent Edward Martensen. But he's such a boring little geekoid, who really isn't overly important in the overall scheme of things. And, although sometimes I must wear Vincent's body instead of my own, I really don't like having to spend time as Vincent. I'm always a lot happier whenever I can just be myself, instead of him." "How would you like some delicious 'ice cream with thick cow dung syrup', Valerie?" asked Marlika. Valerie frowned as she felt her body quickly begin altering into Vincent's form. She hated spending time as nothing more than an invisible passenger whenever Vincent was in control of _her_ body, and someday she hoped Marlika could do something to allow her to remain herself, and be rid of _him_, forever. But until then, she realized there was little she could about the problem. Within moments, Valerie stared at what she considered Vincent's thoroughly disgusting form through her beautiful green eyes, which, being the windows into her very soul, she knew were always - had always been - the final change whenever _he_ assumed control of _her_ body. 'Why do I have to be some like him?' she wondered. But before her eyes could begin their change of coloration, she felt the prick of a needle in her newly reformed masculine ass, and then her whole world went dark. Marlika smiled at the drugged Vincent, knowing it would have been difficult to explain to him what he was doing in Lexia's bedroom, and wearing Phyllis Phelder's panties. "He was an excellent subject. Wasn't he, Lexia?" "Yes, he certainly was," agreed Lexia. "But I still like Phyllis a lot more than Vincent. Although," she smiled provocatively, "I really think young Valerie and I will quickly become very _good_ friends." "Phase two, the twin physical transformations, are now complete. And from the speed and ease of Valerie's transformation into Vincent, I believe we can view this phase of my experiment as a total success, dear Lexia." "Yes, Marlika, it certainly seems that way," replied Lexia. "But do you really believe that Vincent will change back into Valerie as easily, when one of us speaks her activation phrase?" "I don't see why not," replied the doctor. "Valerie quickly changed into him on command. I suppose we could test the reverse metamorphic coding now, but I really don't want to wear _them_ out by forcing them to undergo too many metamorphoses too soon and too quickly. For the moment, I think our best course of action will be to allow Vincent to finish his assignment for Clark before we continue with our next round of tests." "And while he's away," began Lexia in a seductive tone, "maybe we ..." Vincent woke with a sudden start. 'Where the fuck am I?' he wondered. After a quick look around, Vincent determined he was sitting behind the wheel of his car, and was parked in the front visitor lot of the ReGenesis facility. 'How the hell did I get here?' he wondered. 'Did I fall asleep? The last thing I remember,' he looked down at his watch, 'was several hours ago, when ...' With a sudden worried expression spreading across his face, he turned around and looked into his car's back seat. With a great sigh of relief, he noted that the two Phelder brats he'd been sent to retrieve were still there and "sleeping" peacefully. Somehow - although how he didn't seem to remember exactly - he had managed to convince the brats to get into his car, and come with him. But that suddenly made him very angry. If their father and mother weren't already a female centaur and a male satyr, he would have sought them out, and read them the riot act for not teaching their children how unsafe it was to accept rides from total strangers. But none of that mattered any longer, since he _knew_ without any doubts that everything had been properly taken care of at each child's school. He went inside the ReGenesis building through the small door located on the ground floor, then swiftly climbed the stairs leading up to the reception area. As he'd been expecting, Margie, the pretty mermaid receptionist, had been patiently waiting for his arrival. "Good evening, Margie," smiled Vincent. Margie smiled back at him warmly. "Hello, Vincent. Dr. Lewiston was just here. He was starting to get worried about you. Both he and Dr. Sinclair expected you would have returned before now. Did you have any problems?" Vincent shook his head. "Naw, no problems at all," he replied. "However, I'm fairly certain I'm well within the parameters of my estimated return." He knew he couldn't tell Margie about the huge gaping hole in his memory that extended back several hours. He realized a lot of what he told them would have to be made up on the fly, and he could only hope to remain consistent so he wouldn't trip himself up. "The two Phelder children are sleeping in my car out in the front visitor lot. That drug in their soda really knocked them for a loop. But I'll be needing some help getting them inside the building and up here." Without saying a word, Margie pressed one of the buttons on her phone. Almost immediately two huge brawny men appeared in the doorway behind her desk. Each of them pushed a gurney that looked like a child's toy next to them. "The two children we've been expecting are sleeping in Vincent's car, boys," said Margie to the men. "Go and get them. Then take them to the rooms that have been prepared for them." Both men grumbled, "Yes, Margie." And then, both of them, along with their respective gurneys, disappeared down one of the many well-disguised elevators located in the reception area. Vincent had watched, more or less dispassionately, while Margie had assumed complete command of the evolving situation. It wasn't really something in her job description, but the total ease with which she'd taken charge made Vincent wonder if the man she'd once been - before her own transformation - had been one of those pain-in-the-ass "take charge" kind of guys. Vincent also began idly wondering what it would be like doing it with a mermaid. Perhaps her pheromones were affecting him, but it wasn't the first time he'd thought about taking Margie to his bed, and it probably wouldn't be the last time either. But he seriously doubted it would ever be anything more than just one of those passing thoughts to him. She was certainly pretty enough to make it into his bed without risking he would later unceremoniously kick her out again. He'd never been prejudiced about her being part fish, since he'd known several girls with pleasing tails in his life. His biggest problem was knowing Margie had once been a guy herself. Maybe he was just being old-fashioned, but he preferred his bed partners to have always been girls; someone like the incredibly gorgeous and extremely sexy Lexia Wellington, who quite obviously was, and had always been, _all_ girl, would always rank higher on his list of potential bed partners than Margie. But then, Margie might turn out to be an interesting diversion sometime in the future. Fortunately for Margie, she didn't remember being a guy. No one the doctors had transformed seemed to remember who'd they'd been before. But knowledge like that would have probably killed her. However, unless someone already knew _her_ secret, the odds of anyone guessing it just from looking at her, or talking with her, were slim and none at best. And then there were her pheromones to consider, which came into play whenever she was excited. Vincent had always been of the opinion that Margie's inability to remember once being male was probably beneficial for her in the long run. But all of a sudden, he wondered what it would be like to be a male all of your life, then wake up one day an extremely sexy female, full of lust for the members of your former sex. 'I sure hope I never find out what that's like.' Vincent suddenly shivered, unexpectedly experiencing that peculiar feeling his father had always described as 'someone walking over your grave'. But that had been sobering thought. 'I don't think I could stand having big jugs like some stupid bimbo,' he thought. 'I'd much rather be a fondler of some woman's massive mammaries,' he smiled, 'then being just another brainless fondlee with big tits.' "Were there any problems at the children's schools?" asked Margie. "None ... I was really surprised they let _me_ unenroll them without asking a lot of questions," replied Vincent, even though he still couldn't actually remember _his_ experiences with either school principal. "But I would have thought one of their parents would be necessary to pull those kids out of school permanently, but obviously neither one of them were required at all. I mean, take a good look at me, Margie - there's no way in hell I could ever be mistaken for either of the Phelders." "Did you have any problems with the kids?" "No, they were as good as gold. Better even," replied Vincent. "The kids gave me absolutely no trouble whatsoever. You'd almost think the kids thought I was their mother, or something," joked Vincent. But he still had grave doubts about that odd gap in what he could recall. And there was something strangely distributing about that little joke he'd just attempted with Margie. And yet, how would it have been possible for anyone to mess with his memories so thoroughly? He hadn't seen - at least he couldn't recall having seen - either of those weird doctors today. And he'd always thought at least twice before taking anything Dr. Sinclair or Dr. Lewiston offered him. "That's good," smiled Margie. "I assume the schools will be expecting an enrollment confirmation call from their new schools before they'll transfer their records." "Exactly," answered Vincent. "The girl, Becky, wanted to call someone named Richard after they arrived at their father's place," he said, wondering how and why and from where this particular scene had suddenly popped into his mind. "I didn't know who this Richard was; he wasn't mentioned in any of my preparatory briefings. So I just assumed he must be her boyfriend, and she wanted to let him know where he could reach her later." Margie suddenly appeared worried. "You didn't let her call him? Did you, Vincent?" "Of course not. My briefing indicated there were to be no outside contacts allowed, once I had acquired the two subjects," stated Vincent, who knew the ReGenesis procedures almost as well as Margie. "No one knows the two Phelder children are here, except me, you, those two rather large goons you sent out to my car, and the two doctors Lewiston and Sinclair." "That's good." Margie relaxed and sounded relieved. "Bob and Clark wouldn't have been at all pleased, if they thought there might be a security leak here at ReGenesis." The two beefy orderlies re-entered the reception area through another of the disguised elevator shafts. Each was pushing a gurney with one of the sleeping Phelder children strapped securely to it. Without saying a single word, they quickly made their way past Margie's reception desk and into the office area behind it. "Are you going to be busy for rest of evening, Margie?" Vincent asked impulsively. "Now that the children have arrived safely," she smiled back at him, "I have the rest of the evening free. What did you have in mind, Vincent?" Knowing the excited mermaid's increasing pheromones had more than likely begun to affect him, Vincent stammered, "I ... ah ..." The phone on Margie's desk rang. And suddenly, Vincent felt his clouded senses begin to clear somewhat, as Margie, interrupted by the ringing phone, rapidly regained her professional composure, which just as swiftly reduced her pheromone production. "ReGenesis, Inc.," she said emotionlessly. "Margie speaking." ... "Yes, he's here." ... "_You_ need _his_ assistance?" ... "Then I'll send him over right away." Margie angrily slammed down the phone. 'Damn conniving little bitch!' she mentally swore. "It sounds like someone wants me to do something for them," said Vincent. "That was Dr. Warners," replied Margie icily. "What does Marlika want me to do for her?" he asked. "She _said_ she needed someone to move some heavy boxes in her apartment," answered Margie, in a tone that, quite surprisingly to Vincent, seemed to reek of jealously. "That _was_ all she said," she frowned. 'But obviously that was not all she meant,' added the mermaid to herself. Vincent smiled. 'I guess I can't blame Margie for being jealous. After all, I am an excellent catch,' thought Vincent. "It doesn't sound like what Marlika wants should take me very long. But I'd better hurry on to her place right away, so I can get done whatever it is she really wants done." "Do you need instructions to get to her apartment?" asked Margie unhappily. "No. I know how to get there." But as he left the reception area and headed for his car, Vincent wondered how he knew where Dr. Warners lived. He'd never been to Marlika's apartment before, nor had he ever had much to do with her outside their work environment. And at the same time, he wondered why he felt it so necessary to go and help her on his own time. Although ... maybe the luscious Lexia would be there tonight. 'I certainly wouldn't mind getting to know the doctor's super-sultry assistant and roommate better ... a whole lot better.' When Becky woke up, her throat was dry and her muscles ached. Finding she'd been stripped of her clothes and securely strapped to what she believed might be a hospital operating table, her fear and confusion grew without apparent bounds. 'Where am I? How did I get here? What am I doing here?' she wondered, afraid of speaking aloud, since she didn't know where she was, or who might be here with her. As she looked around nervously, She spotted two men and a woman in the room with her, but they were strangers, and she had no idea who they might be. Becky's initial thought that she might be in some hospital somewhere went up in a puff of smoke as soon as she realized that one of the men was actually dressed in nothing but animal skins, and appeared to have a fine four-point rack of antlers - _real_ antlers, not fakes. Becky tried to get off the table, but the straps that bound her held tightly and wouldn't budge an inch, making any possible escape highly unlikely. "Who are you people?" demanded Becky. "Where am I?" The man, who was, more or less, normally dressed, smiled at her in a way that made her feel self-conscious about her nakedness. "Hello, Becky," he said in a condescending manner that made Becky want to punch his face several times. "I am Dr. Clark Lewiston." Indicating the lone female, he continued, "This is my assistant Thalia. And this man," he pointed at the antlered man clad only in animal skins, "has a name that is nearly unpronouncable, we just call him Teyba. This place is called ReGenesis, Inc." "Is this the place my dad works?" Becky asked nervously. "In a manner of speaking," replied Dr. Lewiston with a wide grin that made Becky feel more nervous than before. "I guess you might say that Jerry Phelder works here." Thalia chuckled briefly, but stopped abruptly when Dr. Lewiston stared a silent warning in her direction. "I want to see my father right now," demanded Becky. "That's not possible at this exact moment," replied Clark. "_He_ is currently pre-occupied with other - vastly more important - matters." "Then I want to see my mother," insisted Becky. "I'm afraid that's not possible either." "And why not?" asked Becky indignantly. "She doesn't work for you, and therefore she can't have _more_ important things of _yours_ with which to be pre-occupied. After all, she brought my brother Andy and me here after she took us out of school this afternoon. She told us we were moving in with daddy." She wondered why the man and woman suddenly had such peculiar expressions on their faces. All she'd said was her mother had brought them here, which she was certain they must have already known. "And where's my little brother Andy?" "Andy's just fine, Becky," replied Clark. "He's being taken care of in another room." "But Clark," began his worried-sounding assistant Thalia, "her mother couldn't have brought them here after school _today_. That's just not physically possible, Clark." Clark and Thalia exchanged a few nervous and worried glances, before Dr. Lewiston picked up the notepad at the foot of the bed. "According to your admittance paperwork and your chart, Becky," said Dr. Lewiston smugly, "it was our Vincent, not your mother, who brought you and your brother in to us this evening. And our very reliable receptionist Margie was manning the reception desk when _he_ brought you in. If you'd like, I'll have her confirm that for you." "And even Ox and Bull, who didn't develop as much intelligence as we had expected during their procedures, also told us a _man_ had brought the two of you here tonight," added Thalia. "They may not be very bright, but even they can tell the difference between a man and a woman." "But _I_ don't know anyone named Vincent," objected Becky strenuously. "And neither Andy nor I are stupid enough to get into any car with some damn stranger." Becky shivered. "Can I have blanket? This place is too damn cold for someone whose clothes have been stolen by perverts." But they ignored her request. "My mom may have been acting a little weird and peculiar earlier today, but _I_ certainly know _my_ mother when _I_ see her. And _I_ really don't believe that anyone named _Vincent_ could have _ever_ convinced me, or Andy, that _he_ was our _mother_." "But what she's saying still isn't possible, Clark," repeated Thalia. "I know that, Thalia," agreed Dr. Lewiston. "We'll have to sit and talk with Vincent about this later. It might have something to do with that drug we supplied Vincent to knock out some of our less than eager _volunteers_. Have there ever been any cases of hallucinations, or other kinds of delusions like this, before?" "Not to my knowledge," replied Thalia. "But we would have never allowed him to use or supplied him with something that was a known hallucinogen." "What about the boy?" asked Clark. "He never said anything about their mother bringing them in ... but we didn't ask him many questions, and he was far more scared than talkative," responded Thalia, "before ... you know." "What the fuck did you do to my little brother?!" screamed Becky. "As I told you earlier, Becky, your brother is doing just fine. Just calm down a little," suggested Dr. Lewiston. "You'll see your brother quite soon." He turned to Thalia. "There must be something a little different, possibly some unique genetic mutation, about the girl. Take a few more blood samples from her, and use them to test and verify whether or not the drug could have had any unusual effects on her physiology. But, given how well her brother responded to what was done, I don't believe we need to delay this for the results of any of those tests." "That certainly sounds like the wisest and most prudent course of action for us to take, Clark." Dr. Lewiston motioned to the antlered man, who had been standing quietly in the corner merely observing and listening to all that transpired. The antlered man slowly approached Becky, mumbling several odd sounding words and phrases with each step nearer. As he reached the head of the bed onto which she'd been strapped, the oddly garbed man tapped her on the top of the head with a long, very thin stick he'd pulled from somewhere within one of the animal skins he was wearing. Becky soon began feeling very strangely. At first, she couldn't understand why they unfastened, then removed, the straps that held her to the bed; that is, until she attempted to stand, and get out of the bed. None of her muscles responded to her wishes, reacting differently than she wanted them to, or thought they should, react. Instead they twitched uncontrollably for several minutes, before they began moving about strangely of their own accord. Her breasts began shrinking, and soon she was as flat-chested as her brother Andy. Her arms and legs grew thinner, while her torso oddly lengthened. Becky could feel nearly every one of her bones begin changing shapes and positions - widening or narrowing, lengthening or shortening. Internally, she could feel herself being rearranged, as some of her muscles shrank, and others enlarged. She realized these monstrous people had done something that was changing her - had probably already altered Andy - into someone, or some_thing_, else. Her arms and legs began itching. As she looked at her arms that had become very thin, she saw yellowish brown hair sprouting from them that grew thicker and thicker with each passing second. Although she couldn't see her legs - she still didn't have much conscious control over her still altering muscles - she was certain they were just as thin, and just as furry, as her arms. She wondered how and why these weird people were doing this to her. 'Why would mom and dad allow them to do this to me and Andy?' she wondered to herself, until her mind jumped to the horrifying, but quite obvious, conclusion. 'Holy shit! These people must have done something similar to mom and dad too. That must be the _real_ reason they wouldn't let me see either of them when I asked,' she reasoned. 'But what about Andy? What the hell have they done to him?' Becky's thoughts were interrupted as the strange sensations she'd been feeling coursing throughout her body, suddenly re-centered on her head and face. She felt her skull, as well as the musculature and skin covering it begin changing. They both lengthened and reshaped, while concurrently, her teeth enlarged with several growing sharper. The areas around her nose and jaw slowly pushed out from her face. And then, she felt the same peculiar itchiness that had previously engulfed her arms and legs spread rapidly across her face. She no longer felt - although she didn't know exactly when it had actually happened - her own long hair swish across her back, or cover her ears. But there was apparently something new near the base of her spine that felt odd and unusual. As all sensations she associated with her forced metamorphosis began to lessen, she tried to raise one of her altered hands to her transformed face, but her fur covered arms no longer bent that way. Not familiar with how her new body moved, she expended a great deal of energy to finally manage a simple glimpse of one of her hands. Only it was quite clearly no longer a hand; it looked like a _paw_. Then suddenly, her view of the world turned black and white. And her nose was assaulted with a vast variety of new and powerful aromas. All of a sudden, she was once again in full control of her muscles. With almost practiced ease, she stood up on the table; however, she now stood on all fours. But strangely, standing on all fours felt almost normal to her, and, in her mind, it almost seemed the most natural way - in fact, the only way - for her to stand. With the control of her body's muscles came the instinctive knowledge of her bodily movements. As she turned to look herself over, Becky discovered the cause of the earlier strange feelings at the base of her spine. Along with everything else, she now had a _tail_, which had darker fur than the rest of her body, was faintly striped, and must have been at least two feet long. Becky became more confused and frightened with each new change she discovered in her body. Although, as time passed, each new change seemed more normal. She couldn't believe what these weird people had done to her. They had. for whatever their reasons, apparently changed her into some kind of large dog. But what kind of dog had such a thick tail? Or a tail with stripes? 'Why have they done this to me?' she wondered. But as the doctor and his assistant approached, and she wanted to scream and yell at them, all she managed was a quick oddly-sounding yip of warning. "Perfect," stated Dr. Lewiston. "Given her unexpected and unusual reactions to the drug, it might be prudent for us to wait a few minutes to make sure she doesn't develop any unforeseen problems," said Thalia. "Although there were none with the boy's metamorphosis, this girl has already responded differently to some of the same external stimuli. However, all things considered, the girl's transformation appears to have gone more smoothly than the boy's did earlier." Becky looked around, more angry, then confused or frightened. 'Those bastards had already changed Andy.' In addition to knowing she must