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BIOCHEMISTRY 0: Elaine's Story By JRD Nathan Mallone waited in the waiting room for his new doctor's office, doctor Jane Sloane. He hoped that this new psychiatrist could help him. The others he had gone to all had given him a diagnosis and some suggestions about what to do about it, but he was still depressed most of the time, still wanted his life to be something different from what he was getting, from what he was. After a long wait (did any doctor ever manage to meet scheduled appointments?) the receptionist sent him into the back office. It was another ten minutes before a rather plain looking woman in a business suit came in. "Good day, mister Mallone. What can I do for you today?" "I hope you can help me. I've been to other doctors and although what they suggest I do seems to help, but it's..." "Yes?" "It's not enough." "How so?" "Have you seen my records? Seen how my last doc described me?" "Yes, I have. His description of you is," she checked his file, "'an androgynous personality whose female aspects, lacking proper expression, has come to attempt to supplant the male aspects of his psyche.'" "A fancy way of saying that since I wasn't letting my female side out enough, my female side was taking over." "And what did he suggest?" "He suggested that I try transvestitism. That I get dressed as a woman and go out and be a woman publicly for a while." "And did you?" "Doctor, I didn't tell him, but I've been dressing as a woman in private for a while. And, if anything, it makes it worse." "How so?" "When I put on my clothes, my women's clothes, I feel more comfortable. I used to get dressed in women's clothes when I got off work on Friday, and stayed in one outfit or another until Monday morning. And I definitely preferred it, but when I got into my outfits, I wanted more. I didn't just want to wear a bra, I wanted to NEED a bra. When I put on make-up, I wanted it to be because, and only because, I wanted to look prettier, not because I was trying to hide harsh male lines in my face." "It doesn't sound like a standard case of transvestitism. Tell me, mister Mallone, why did you start dressing up in the first place?" "I always felt... out of place in male clothes. For that matter, in the male world. Women's clothes just felt... right." "Was there ever anything... sexual about it?" "You mean do I get an erection from slipping on a pair of panties? No. Although I am far easier to excite when I'm in a dress, it was never really about the sex. I just... like women's clothes." "You said you used to dress up on weekends. I assume you don't do it anymore?" "No." "Any particular reason?" "I've got a girlfriend, and I haven't told her about my private life, yet." "Why not? If she loves you-" "It's not about love, doc. We both admit that. It's about the sex. I mean, she's my friend, someone I can talk to for long hours about nothing in particular. But it's definitely not going to turn into a lifelong relationship or anything like that." "But if she's your friend, and the sex is, well, just sex, then that's all the more reason why she'd be a safe person to confide in." "Well, the reason I don't tell her is really the same reason I don't go out in drag. When I get dressed up, I want to be as feminine as possible. But even at my best, and even with professional help, I still can't make myself look like anything other than a man in drag. And part of me hates that, so I don't go out and I don't tell anyone, so that I'm not reminded of it." The doctor considered his words, and said, "Well, I think I know what the problem is. Mister Mallone, I believe you are, and realize this is only a preliminary diagnosis, a transsexual. A woman trapped in a man's body." "I considered that and suggested it to my last doctor, but he explained why it couldn't be that." "This should be good. Why?" "Well, I'm not attracted to men, at least not sexually. If I were a woman inside then I'd have at least some attraction to men. I also don't hate my genitals. Admittedly, I think I'd prefer a vagina, but if I had to live with my current organs for the rest of my life, I could do that. The doctor explained how many transsexuals hate their testicles so much that they've actually gone so far as to mangle their bodies in an attempt to get rid of them." "Mister Mallone, your previous doctor, doctor Hall, is one of the oldest, most experienced psychiatrists in the city. But it is that very experience that can interfere with his diagnosis, particularly in cases of Gender Identity problems." "What do you mean?" "When Doctor Hall was trained, homosexuality was still considered by psychiatrists as something that needed to be cured, and Gender Identity Disorders weren't even widely recognized as existing, much less well defined. I'm afraid with doctor Hall, if you don't use certain phrases and buzz words, then you're not a transsexual. "As for the issues he mentioned, the first is just laughable. I don't have exact statistics, but I believe almost half of all transsexuals could be considered homosexuals only after you consider their internal gender. Many transsexual male to females never express an interest in having sex with anything other than other women. "And although the second is true, many transsexuals have mutilated themselves in an effort to be what they want, many transsexuals hate their genitals only because it's a constant reminder of what they aren't. "Besides, if you were totally satisfied with his analysis of your condition, you wouldn't be here." "I... I think you're right, doctor. I've always wanted to be a woman, for as long as I can remember. I just wanted to be... my own woman, and not what kind of woman everyone else told me to be." "Sounds like I'm right." "So now what?" "Now, you have to make a decision. If you really want this, and we need to make sure it is what you not only want, but need, then we start you on a program to becoming the woman you really are. That will be incredibly hard on you. It starts with a year of being a woman in all public things. You will need to live as a woman. Dress, appearance, regardless of how effeminate you look in drag, you must act, to all external appearances, as a woman. "After that year, we can start you on H.R.T., hormone replacement therapy. The hormones will help your body develop secondary female characteristics, breasts most notably, as well as some reduction of body hair, softer skin, and some other benefits. After a certain level of development, we can discuss sexual reassignment surgery. Having your genitalia removed and replaced with a constructed vagina." Nathan barely heard her description of what he'd have to live through for the next couple years. He realized that, as a Ph.D. and scientist, he had given too much credence to the "educated" doctor who had told him that he wasn't a woman simply because he didn't fit into some preset mold the doctor had of femininity. But now that he thought about it, he, no she realized it was what she always wanted. ************ TWO MONTHS LATER... Today was the big day. Elaine, as Nathan had now decided to call himself, had called Susan, his lover and secretary, last night, and had rather cryptically warned her not to be surprised at anything "he" did today. And today was the day everyone who knew her met Elaine. Everyone but her doctor and lawyer, who already knew. She had been worried that her job would be at risk, but she and her lawyer had checked her contract letter by letter. According to her contract, she couldn't be fired for a medical problem unless it interfered with the commission of her duties, and her transsexuality was considered a medical problem. Besides, wasn't she the scientist who had developed the cures for Syphilis and Herpes? The bosses would have to be idiots to fire her. She was far more worried about how the girls at work would react. She had always had more women friends at work. Her natural but repressed femininity combined with the constant secrecy and drive between the male scientists for the next big success to isolate her from her male colleagues. But the doctor had warned her that many people, including the women, would now view her as a freak. But she had to do this. Nathan, in her private life, was nothing more than a dim memory. It was now time to make it so in her public life. She went through her closet and chose a simple, blue dress. No sense antagonizing the bosses any more than she had to by choosing one of her more risque outfits. She still didn't feel comfortable going out in public, but this day had been a long time in coming. She put on her breastforms, lingerie, and stockings, then slipped the dress on. She had gone to a salon on Saturday and gotten her hair and nails professionally done, so all she needed was a quick brush out and new polish and make-up and she was ready to go. She stepped into a pair of low heels (high heels were for personal entertainment, not for work) and smiled. At 6 foot, she already towered over most of the other girls. The heels added another inch and a half, making her a giant amongst women. She left her apartment and drove to work. When she walked into work, the silence could be cut with a knife. Taking the doctor's advice, she went to her office as though nothing were going on. After sitting at her desk, it was only a couple minutes before she heard a knock on her door. Susan poked her head in and said, "Mister Mallone, can we talk?" "Yes, but it's Miss now." Susan stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Nathan, what-" Elaine held up her hand. "It's Elaine now. And, as for explanation, it always should've been Elaine. Susie, I'm a transsexual, a woman inside. It just took me a while to realize it. Now I'm making it real." "I... see." The silence between them was awkward and finally, Elaine broke it by asking, "Susie, do you still want to be my friend and lover?" "Do you still want me to be?" "I'd hate to lose you as a lover, but I'd hate even more losing you as my friend." "Nate... Elaine, I was kind of worried about whether you still wanted me with your new outlook on life. But as long as you want me, I'll be there for you." Elaine stood up and the two hugged. Susan asked, "Do you want to have a little tryst right now?" "Yes, but I think we'd better wait." "Why?" The intercom buzzed. "Unless I seriously miss my guess, that's why." Susan depressed the button and reflexively said, "Nathan Mallone's office." "Susie, this is Lucy." Lucy was the C.E.O.'s executive secretary. "What's up, Luce?" "The big boss wants Nate up here right now." "What for?" "Uhm, well, is it true Nate came into the office today in a dress?" Elaine said, "Like I thought. Nothing moves faster than the corporate rumor mill." Lucy said, "Oh, Nate, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there!" "No problem, Lucy. And just to quell the rumors, yes, I came into work in a dress. And, for the record, my name is now Elaine, so, unless you have no other option, please use that." "Well, Elaine, the boss is a little perturbed and wants to speak to you. You need to get up here, post haste." "Okay." Elaine gave Susie a quick kiss and said, "Be back in a few." After Elaine had left, Lucy, still on the box, asked, "Okay, Susie, what's the 4-1-1 on your boss?" "Well, I don't want to gossip, but..." Elaine walked to the elevator, making a conscious effort to avoid the stares she was getting. She took a deep breath after the doors closed and wondered if she was going to make it through this first week. The doors opened on the executive office where Lucy worked. Lucy said, "Go right in, he's expecting you." Elaine walked into the office of Jason D. Irons, CEO, and chairman of the board of the company. He was the single most important man in the company, and, from the look on his face, he was none too happy. He waved at the chair across the desk from him. After Elaine sat down, he said, "Mister Mallone, what is the meaning of," he waved his hands at Elaine's dress, "this?" "In the first place, it's Miss Mallone. And that is what this," she waved her hands down her body, "is about. Mister Irons, I was born into the wrong body. I am a female, at least my soul is. I am now simply taking the proper steps to cause my outer body to reflect that fact." "Surely you cannot expect this company to tolerate your sexual lark- " "Sexual lark?! Are you insane?! Do you have any idea what I'm going through?! What I've been through?! What I'm going to go through?! I suppose if you did, you might want it to continue. After all, it was this very problem that drove me to withdraw from others and become the greatest in my field. But I am not going to tolerate this anymore. I am a woman inside and intend to make it so to everyone else." "Well, couldn't you do this in your off time? Just come to work in your regular suit for a while longer?" Elaine stared at him angrily. "Mister Irons, in the first place, I don't have regular suits anymore. I gave them all to charity. And, in the second place, this isn't some... thing I'm doing. I am a woman. Period. Do you require any of your other female employees to come to work dressed in men's clothing?" "But... you don't really look like a woman." Elaine glared at him. Angrily, she growled, "Thank you for pointing that out." Before he could protest any further, she stood up. "Mister Irons, the terms of my contract are very clear. I cannot be terminated for a medical condition, unless said medical condition interferes with the commission of my duties. And my transsexuality is a medical condition. I will come to work in dresses, because I am a woman and the company dress code allows it. I will, as per company requirements, remove any make-up or jewelry when working in the lab so as to not risk myself or lab experiments, but except during those times I will wear an appropriate amount of both. Good day, mister Irons." And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office. As soon as she left, and the door was closed behind her, she breathed a deep sigh of relief. That was one more hurdle behind her. Lucy said, "Hey, hun, can I make a suggestion?" Elaine tensed up. What now? "I guess so." "The dress you've got on is great, but I think you'd look better in the hotter colors, reds, oranges, and yellows." Elaine smiled and hugged Lucy. "Thanks, hun, I needed that." "Don't worry about it, hun. The girls in the secretarial pool have been talking about it and we're behind you. We always knew there was something different about you." "Really? Like what?" "Well, I guess the biggest difference was that you were never as overtly sexual as most men. When most men hug a woman, there's usually at least a small component of sex somewhere in it. But with you, a hug was rarely anything more than a hug. And you were always just, I don't know, I guess friendlier was the word for it." "Thanks, Luce." "Anytime, Elaine. And welcome to womanhood." Elaine gave Lucy the biggest hug she could. ************ FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER... One year of being in dresses and three months of hormone therapy hadn't resulted in a body much different than the one she had before. Her breasts were still barely noticeable and her appearance still hadn't changed much. The doctor told her that it was because she had an unusually high amount of testosterone in her system. The doctor had recommended removal of her testicles to reduce the amount of testosterone, but Elaine had a nasty allergy to anesthetics of all kinds, so she had to be very careful about any kind of surgery. Even over the counter pain killers could make her violently ill. One benefit (at least as far as Susie was concerned) was that her sexual performance in bed was still the same as ever. But for Elaine, it was only one more reminder of her body's betrayal of her soul. Just once, she'd like her penis not to spring to attention at Susan's lightest touch. She'd like it to take a while. She'd like proof that the hormones were having a significant effect on her body. Her friends had been great all throughout her time. All the girls in the secretarial pool had, as Lucy had said, been there for her. Ironically, it had been the women executives she had gotten the most flak from. The male execs and the other scientists (she was the only female scientist on staff) mostly treated her with casual indifference. But the two women executives treated her as though she were encroaching on private territory. They were, at best of times, catty, at worst, outright nasty towards her. She had heard that after her confrontation with Mister Irons, there had been a board meeting to discuss her, but she had heard nothing more one way or the other. She had been working on a new cure for cancer when she had gotten a message from Jason Irons, asking her to come up to his office. She went straight up there. Lucy was gone for lunch, and Elaine knocked on the door. She heard mister Irons say, "Come in," and opened the door. Peeking her head in, she said, "You called for me?" "Yes, Miss Mallone. Please come in." Elaine came in. Mister Irons was by the mini-bar, and said, "Have a seat." Elaine sat down. "Would you care for a drink?" "No, thanks." "As you wish. Do you mind if I?" "Go ahead." Elaine waited for Mister Irons to pour himself a drink then asked, "Excuse me, mister Irons, but why did you ask me to come up here?" "Please, call me Jason." "Okay, Jason, why did you ask me to come up here?" Jason came over and sat on the edge of his desk, clearly a position of dominance. "I actually wanted to apologize for how I reacted on that day when you first came in in a dress. I've had a chance to do some research on transsexuals and I underestimated how severe a problem you faced." "That's very... open-minded of you." Elaine couldn't help but feel a little strange. Call it feminine intuition, but, despite how nicey-nice Jason was acting, something in her was telling her that she was in a bad situation and that she needed to get the hell out of there. "Thanks." Jason got up and walked around behind her. He started rubbing her shoulders. "I also wanted to apologize for that crack about you not looking very feminine. You make a fine woman." Elaine's feminine vanity was pleased, but she was still too much the practical scientist to fail to notice the sexual implications of how he was rubbing her shoulders. She said, "Thanks, but I think I should get back to my work," and tried to stand up. He pressed her back into the seat. "Relax, where's the fire?" He leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. She stood up quickly, managing to slip out from under his grip. "Really, mister Irons! I hardly think this is appropriate!" She turned and started walking from the room. Before she was half way to the door, Jason said, "Hardly the attitude you should be taking to the man who saved your job." She stopped. "What do you mean?" "I assume you heard of the board meeting to discuss your tenure with this company? Well, at this meeting, the general consensus was that you were too much of an embarrassment to be allowed to continue to work here. As much as I wasn't sure, personally, about your dressing up, I realized you were of far too much benefit to the company to be let go. So I used my executive privilege to table the discussion indefinitely. If it weren't for me, you'd be out on the street right now, a business pariah who couldn't get a job at any decent company in the business." He walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders again. "Now all I'm asking in return is for you to show me a little kindness." He started unzipping her dress. "And, if you're unwilling, I might just have to recall that vote to the floor. Then where would you be?" "You... You can't fire me. I have a contract." "Don't be naive, Elaine. Officially, we can't fire you for your Gender Identity problems, but I'm sure we could find something. And you could certainly try to file a grievance or a lawsuit, but even if the courts didn't dismiss you, unofficially, of course, for their prejudice against transsexuals, our lawyers could keep you tied up long past your ability to afford to keep going." Elaine felt tears coming to her eyes as Jason pulled her dress from his shoulders. He undid her bra and pulled it from her. Dropping it to the ground, he pulled her to him and started fondling her small breasts. He bent her over and removed a hand from her breast. She felt her panties being pulled down and a smooth substance being rubbed on her ass. She heard a click and a T.V. on the side wall turned on. Playing on it was one of those porno films with a she- male getting fucked doggie style by some big dicked man. Elaine felt Jason press his dick into her ass. She almost broke down in tears and he started humping into her ass like an animal in heat. She held off, neither helping nor hindering nor crying until she felt her ass filled with a warm fluid. He pulled out of her and said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She held her tongue, afraid if she said anything, she might try to claw his eyes out. "I'm sure you'll grow to love it as much as I did." She almost screamed. But when Jason returned to his desk, saying nothing more, she knew when she was being dismissed. She pulled her dress back on, zipping it up as she left the office. She ran to the nearest bathroom and cried her eyes out. When she got finished, she looked at the mess she had made of her face. She was going to have to be careful in order to avoid being seen before she could get back to her office and fix her make-up. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she realized Jason had been right. Prejudice against homosexuals and transsexuals was a daily routine in the courts. Furthermore, most of her money had been consumed with the bills in becoming Elaine. There was no way she could afford a protracted court battle with a large corporation. But she swore, with every fiber of her woman's soul, someday she would find a way to make Jason Irons pay for what he had done to her. ************ TWO MONTHS LATER... Every week Jason had summoned her to his office and forced her to undergo whatever sex acts he desired. Most often he just fucked her, but she had also been forced to give him blow jobs, and also to service a couple of his friends. Weekends were her only respite. Two days where she could get together with friends and forget about the office. Her breasts were still small and had only grown to an A cup, even after five months of hormone treatment. Her dick had started slowing down in its response to sexual stimuli, but was still a rampant monster with small incentive. Susie tried to be sympathetic, but Elaine could tell she really enjoyed the sex. Elaine and Susie were alone in her apartment on a Sunday night watching a romantic movie Elaine had rented when she heard a knock on her door. She got up and opened the door, shocked at who she saw. She stood there dumbfounded until Susie came over and asked, "Who is it, hun?" "Susie, meet Lily, my sister." Susie saw a medium height woman with dark brown hair and large breasts. Susan didn't miss a beat. She said, "Why don't you come on in, Lily?" Lily cautiously stepped inside, unable to tear her eyes from the person she knew only as her brother. "We're watching a movie. Why don't we finish it together?" They sat down together, the silence palpable between them. Finally, Lily said, "Nathan, what is this?" Trying to avoid the issue, Elaine said, "The movie? 'A Love Affair'." "That's not what I mean and you know it! What are you doing in a skirt and blouse?" Susie said, "I take it you haven't informed your family of your personal discovery?" Elaine remained silent for a while before saying, "Lily, I've made certain discoveries about myself." "Like what? You're some kind of sexual freak who likes dressing up as a girl?" "It's not like that." "Then what's going on, Nate? Help me understand." "Lily,... It's not Nathan anymore." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that after a long journey of self-discovery I realized that inside, in my heart, I was a woman. I call myself Elaine, now." "Why didn't you discuss this with us? Your family? Ask us if this is okay?" "Because if it's okay with you isn't really relevant. This is who I am, Lily. I have to do this." Lily just stared for a while before saying, "Fine," and storming out of the apartment. Elaine cried through the rest of the movie. ************ FOUR MONTHS LATER... A week after Lily's surprise visit, Elaine had tried to call home to discuss things with her family, but they refused her calls. She realized that she was now without a family and dropped her family name, deciding she was now Elaine, and only Elaine. Officially she was still Miss Mallone, but to all her friends, she was just Elaine. After four more months, she had been told she was now as developed as she was going to get without surgery, but her allergy to anesthetics still scared her senseless. So she had decided to take matters into her own hands. In her research for a cure to certain types of cancer, a rare type of plant matter had been found that could be made to migrate to specific points in the body. Elaine had felt that if she could combine it with a way to cause localized growth or shrinkage of the tissues, she could get a way to cause rapid body changes in a short span of time, getting no muss, no fuss plastic surgery. It was while working up the preliminary work in the new system that she suffered a loss to her life. Theresa, one of the girls in her transgender support group, was beaten to death by a skinhead. Elaine chose her best black dress and went to pay her respects at the funeral. While things were breaking up, Elaine felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw a handsome, young man. "Excuse me," he asked, "but would you happen to be Elaine?" "Yes, I am." "My name is Jim. Theresa was my sister." "Oh, yes, she talked about you a lot. She mentioned how supportive you were of helping her through her change." "It wasn't that big a deal. The family realized that she was different from an early age. It took us a while to figure out how, but once we did, we tried to do all we could to make it as easy as possible. Look, I'm inviting the girls from the group to a get together later to reminisce about her. Could you possibly make it?" "Sure, I've got the day cleared." "It's at our house uptown. Do you know where it is?" "Unfortunately, no. I never got a chance to visit with the other girls socially." "Do you want directions or to just follow me?" "I can follow you." Elaine went to her car and followed Jim to the house he shared with his sister. She was amazed at where they went. She knew Theresa came from wealth, but had no idea how wealthy. The house was in the wealthiest part of town. There had even been some rumors flying about that the residents would be placing a proposition on the next ballot to surround the area with a fence and hire a private security firm in response to recent rising violence in the city. She followed him up to a rather large mansion. She parked in a line with the other cars and went in with the others. The rest of the day was spent discussing everybody's memories of Theresa. The good. The bad. And the funny. Eventually everybody left until Elaine was left alone with Jim and one other girl. Finally, the other girl left and Elaine said, "I guess I better go, too." "Actually, I wanted to speak to you alone." Images of the times where Jason wanted to speak to her alone flashed through her head. "Oh?" "I wanted to thank you." "For what?" "For being there for Theresa. You were a real help to her." Elaine was shocked and a little intrigued. "How so? I don't recall ever really talking to her, much less helping her." "You were a sterling example of womanhood to her. Theresa always doubted herself, doubted whether she was really achieving her own innate femininity. Then you came along. She said you always knew what you were and expressed yourself as the consummate woman. She followed your example, saying that if she could just become half the woman you were, she'd be more than enough woman for any man." "You're kidding. Look at me. I'm not exactly all woman. Even after months of intensive hormone therapy, I still look very much the man." "Looks are not everything. Wait here." Elaine waited patiently as Jim left the room. About twenty minutes later, the door he went through opened, and Elaine saw a young woman in the entryway. At least she thought it was a woman, until "she" strode into the room. It took only a couple seconds for Elaine to identify "her" as Jim in a dress. "Is this supposed to prove a point?" she asked. "Yes. How long did it take you to identify this as me?" "A couple of seconds." "Exactly. I can make myself look as female as any person can be without actually being a woman. But the minute I walk, talk, or do anything really, there's always a glimmer of male that shows through. But with you, it's the other way around. Sure, on first look, you appear masculine, but with every action you undertake from that point forward, you make people doubt that you're not a woman." "Thanks. But sometimes I wonder if that's enough." "That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. Whether you realize it or not, you were a big help to Theresa. I'd like to thank you. If there's any surgery you want, any medical procedure at all, I will pay for it." "Thanks, but I can't do surgery. I have a severe allergy to anesthesia." "Isn't there anything you can do?" "I'm working on a possible solution, but I'm not sure when or even if I'll be able to create it." "Why?" "The assholes at work are rather bottom line on things. I think I've worked out all the problems with my new concoction, and it looks like the costs will be far too great for it to give any serious profit." "Then let me fund you." "Thanks, but that won't work either. One of the key components is a product that my company has an exclusive market on. Without it, the whole thing falls apart." "You got the name of the material you need?" "Sure." "Then you let me worry about that. You just give me a list of everything you need, and I'll tell you when you can start working on it." Elaine was curious, but did as he asked. At work, she put all her notes away. When Susie asked why she had given up, Elaine lied and said that she had proposed it to the board, but they had rejected her request. Two weeks later, Jim called her and told her to come on over. When she arrived, he led her to a room in the basement, and surprised the hell out of her. He had created a private laboratory that was better stocked than her own lab at work. But the real surprise was when he gave her a small box that was full of the rare plant that she needed! When she asked him about it, he simply said, "Let's just say that money can buy its way past a lot of barriers," refusing to explain any further. Elaine didn't press too much, because it gave her a way to work on her project in a totally private place. If she succeeded, it would give her a way to get out from under Jason Irons once and for all. ************ A MONTH LATER... "You can't do this to me!" she yelled. "I'm sorry, Miss Mallone, but I can," replied Brighton Davis, the firm's head accountant. "To all appearances the cost overruns on your cancer cure will make any potential profit negligible. So I'm pulling the plug." "What about all the people this could help?" "This won't help that many people, Miss Mallone. The resultant cost for getting the cure will be so exorbitant that only the richest will be able to afford it." Angrily she asked, "So it's just about the bottom line with you?" Shamelessly, he looked at her and said, "Yes, it is. Good day, Miss Mallone." She glared at him angrily, but realized that further argument would get no result, and stormed from the office. Outside, with Jenny, Mister Davis's secretary, she fumed, "That stupid, callous, uncaring bean-counter!" "That he is," she replied, "but you're lucky he is so bottom-line oriented." "What do you mean?" "If it weren't for him, the board would've pitched you out on your ear after you came in the first time as Elaine." The shock of what she had said mellowed Elaine instantly. "What are you talking about?" "Didn't you know? At the board meeting that was convened after your confrontation with mister Irons, mister Davis was the only one willing to stand up to Old Metal Head," the company's nickname for the boss. "The only one? What was Metal Head's role in that board meeting?" "Metal Head called it. From what I hear, he raged about you being 'an insult to the company' and 'a blight on their old and established name.' But Brighton stood up for you. He pointed out that between losing your considerable talents and the inevitable ACLU lawsuits, wrongful termination would cost the company far more than keeping you on." Elaine was stunned. "I... see. Thanks, Jenny." She barely heard Jenny's reply as she walked from the room. She drove to Jim's mansion, growing more enraged by the second. Jason had lied to her! He hadn't been her savior at that board meeting; he had been her Judas! Then when he failed to get her dismissed, he eventually wound up turning her into his little plaything! She stormed into the mansion, bitching out loud. When Jim pressed her for details, she told him the whole story. After she finished, he said, "I'm calling my lawyer." "Don't bother. There's no evidence. It's my word against his." "That's good enough for me." "But not good enough for a court of law. Besides I've got a better idea." "What?" "Do you know anybody who we could contact to have that scum kidnapped and brought here?" "Officially? No." "No more playing around, Jim. I am anything but an idiot. I know you've got certain 'less than scrupulous' contacts, even if you've never admitted it." "And not admitting it officially keeps you safe in case something goes wrong." "No more games, Jim. In for a penny, in for a pound. What I'm planning for Jason D. Irons makes accomplice to kidnapping a minor offense in comparison. I want to be in on all stages of this." "What are you planning?" Elaine grinned evilly. "Did I tell you that I'm ready to test my new 'Aggressive Protein Strings?' I figure that since Jason is so enamored of sex with she-males, maybe he'd like to try it from the other side. Can you think of a better first test subject?" Jim smiled. "No, I can't." ************ THREE DAYS LATER... Jason Irons woke up with a throbbing headache. He had been getting into his limo to go out on a night on the town, when someone had konked him on the back of his head. Now he was naked and strapped to a table. He heard a door open and looked over, seeing Elaine stride purposefully into the room. "Elaine, what's going on here? Release me at once!" He was shocked when she said, "Shut up before I gag you." He said nothing as she strode to a medical cabinet and retrieved a vial of some kind. "I bet you're wondering what you're doing here. Well, I heard about your real position during the meeting of my fate. You lied to me, Jason, then used me for your sexual gratification. I'm going to punish you, Jason." "Wh- What are you going to do to me?" She filled a syringe with the mixture from the vial. "Make you into your sexual fantasy." He complained loudly as she jammed the syringe into his arm and depressed the plunger. Suddenly his body tensed up and he screamed in pain. She took a small micro-cassette recorder and said into it, "Note: Include, when possible, a pain killer and/or sedative to compensate for pain experienced due to rapid tissue readjustment." He passed out after only a few seconds, but Elaine watched with scientific fascination as he changed. Jason's body trembled all over then his body's tissue began to flow like water. The most noticeable change was in his chest. His nipples started to swell then his chest grew a pair of sizable breasts. His waist shrunk in and his hips rounded out and grew a bit. His arms and legs slimmed and his face took on a more feminine cast. When the transformation was finished, except for his hair, Jason had an entirely new body. She looked him up and down, evaluating him from a scientific viewpoint. The first thing she noticed was that his arms and legs were still covered in his normal manly hair. Immediately, thoughts of making him get rid of it came to mind, and she considered ways of permanently getting rid of hair with her compounds came to mind (She hated having to shave her legs). She could have the APS system grow tight around the roots of the hair, strangling it to death. In much the same manner, she could have the APS's clear up any follicle problems, promoting healthy hair growth, all but eliminating any baldness. Thinking about it, she realized that killing the hair would work for the face, but killing the hair on the arms and legs probably wouldn't be the best idea. Better instead to have the APS saturate the follicles and change the pigmentation and structure, making the hair on the limbs lighter and thinner. She got out a tape measure and checked his dimensions. His dimensions were exactly as she had set when she mixed the compounds, 38-30-36 with a D cup. There were some other things she had to test, but she couldn't do them with him unconscious, so she got out some smelling salts and woke him up. He staggered to consciousness, stuttering, "Wh- What's going on? What did you do to me?" She pressed a lever on the base of the table and tilted it so he was facing a mirror. "I gave you a fantastic body." "But... it's a girl's body." "Yes, it is." She reached up and stroked his new breast. His dick grew almost instantly at her touch. "The real trick was giving you breasts as sensitive as a woman's. Growth was easy, but getting the nerves to have increased responsiveness was the real trick." Jason couldn't help but moan at the pleasure his new breasts were giving him. "Oh, lookie, our new little girl likes her breasts." "I'm not a girl," he said through panting breath. "You are as long as I want you to be." "You can't keep me here forever." "I don't have to. Just another 24 hours." "What happens in 24 hours?" "What I just injected into you will permanently bond to your body, and you'll look like this forever." "I... I can get surgery. Reverse this process." "And how are you going to pay for it? Use your credit cards? You sure don't look like a Jason Irons now." "I can explain what you did to me." "What are you going to explain? You were kidnapped and injected with a drug, and when you woke up you had a girl's body? People saw you yesterday as Jason. No one's going to believe that in one day you turned into this." "They can test me. They'll find your chemicals in my body." "To quote you, 'Don't be naive.' You may only be a petty little bureaucrat, but even you must realize that a new drug can be discovered on current drug tests only if it bears a strong resemblance to current drugs. New designer drugs are almost impossible to detect. And my new drugs are like NOTHING ever before created." "So what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to keep you here until you've worked off your debt." "What debt?" "The costs involved in creating this marvelous concoction." "You expect me to pay you for turning me into a bitch?!" "If you ever want to return to manhood, you will." "You can reverse this? I thought you said it became permanent in 24 hours." "And it will. IF I don't give you a specially designed agent that will keep that from happening. I've also got an agent that will reverse the process entirely, restoring you to your former self." "What do I have to do to get it?" "It'll just cost you a half million dollars." "I'll have to be changed back before I can get a hold of that kind of money." "What? Do I look like I'm stupid? You have to get the money, as is." "How?" "We'll put you to work as a maid here. You won't have to pay social security or taxes, so all your wages are pure profit. At a fair wage of $10/hour, working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, it'll only take you 4,167 days or roughly 11.4 years." "Eleven years! I'll be ruined!" "Well, there is a way for you to make more money, but I'm not sure you'll be willing." "I'll do anything!" "Anything?" "Anything." "Then we can rent you out as a prostitute. $50 a blowjob, $80 for you to fuck them, and $100 bucks for them to fuck you. If you're good, and you'll have to be good for us to charge those prices, you could make up to a thousand a night." "That's still over a year." "It'll have to do. Now let's see if you're worth the price." "What do you mean?" Elaine pointed to her crotch. "Time for your first blowjob." Jason gulped. Elaine used a remote and the restraints holding Jason in place popped loose. He went to his knees before her and pulled her dress up. He took her panties and pulled them down from around her crotch. He leaned forward and took her dick into his mouth gently sucking and licking at it. She was amazed at how good he was and soon was spraying deep into his mouth. After he was finished, she asked, "Done this before?" He looked down shamefully. "So you have. I guess the big, manly boss didn't want anyone to know he was a cocksucking fag." "Now are you going to fuck me?" "No, I don't think so. I've never fucked a she-male before, so I can't be a proper judge of your ability. So I've got another guy in mind." Elaine departed from the room, and went to the mansion's security office where she could observe the room on hidden cameras. Jim was there and signaled the man they had as soon as she walked in. A couple seconds later, a man that looked like a walking stereotype of an Italian mobster, minus the clothes. The man took Jason, turned him around, bent him over and fucked him. After he was finished, he tilted the table flat and put Jason on his back atop it. Jason had yet to cum, so the man simply straddled his legs, slipped Jason's cock into his ass bouncing up and down on him until they both came. Afterwards, he left and came up to the security room. Elaine asked, "So how was he?" "Not bad at fucking, but only okay at being fucked. I'd suggest charging equal amounts for both until he gets better." "Thanks." "There's another thing." "What?" "My fee for what you eventually have planned for him. I've decided to change it." Jim said, "Trying to stiff us? Want more money?" "No. My boyfriend has recently started taking hormones without a prescription. He wants to grow breasts without going through the medical rigmarole." Elaine said, "That's really dangerous." "I know. So in return for giving him a fantastic body like that," he nodded to the screen, "I'll take care of Miss Irons." Elaine thought about it. "I'll do it on one condition. We inform your boyfriend of everything. This is still experimental. It's one thing to use a piece of trash like Metal Head unwillingly, but unless your boyfriend is an exploitive bastard, he shouldn't go into this blind." "Okay. And if he says no, I'll take the original fee." "Deal." ************ THREE DAYS LATER... Jason came up to Elaine in her bedroom. He was dressed in a slinky little French Maid's uniform. "Mistress?" He had started to call her that after that first day, and Elaine had to admit she got a kick out of it. "Yes?" "I... don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be a maid, I don't want to be a prostitute. I want to go back to normal." "And how would you suggest paying me back?" "I... have some foreign bank accounts where I've got almost five million dollars in funds I embezzled from the company. I'll give you the access codes if you just return me to normal and let me go." Elaine stared at him for a bit before saying, "Come with me." He followed her down to the room with the table. She pointed at the table and he got up on it. She strapped him down, and went to the cabinet and got out a vial. "What's that?" he asked. "A truth serum. It's a combination of sodium pentathol and my new creation. Much more effective. I don't want you withholding anything." Jason grumbled a bit, but lay back as she injected him. After the drug kicked in, she quizzed him on the money he had stolen (almost 10 million) and all the access codes. When she finished, she unstrapped him and left him to sleep it off. She went to the parlor where her thug for hire and his boyfriend were looking at a tape, watching Jason's transformation. The boyfriend was dressed in a beautiful evening gown, looking very much the beautiful girl. Elaine felt a pang of jealousy at how feminine this boy looked. Well, after the tests were finished, she could use the compound and she'd have a fantastic body of her own and no one would ever doubt her femininity again. When she entered the room, the young boy-girl asked, "You can do this for me? Give me a real girl's body?" "Yes. And unlike hormones your penis will remain fully functional afterwards." "What do you mean?" "Didn't you know? Intensive hormone treatment can result in a loss of function of your penis." From the shocked look on his face, it was clear he had had no idea. "Consider it a lesson in why you don't take medication without a doctor's supervision." "But you can give me big breasts without surgery or losing my dick?" "Yes." "Okay, but can I ask for a request?" "What?" "Can you give me a pill instead of a shot? I hate shots." "It'll take some work to come up with a concoction capable of surviving the digestion process intact, but I think I can." "Thanks." Elaine left, went to the security office, gave Jim the info on the Swiss Bank accounts, and then went to her lab. Three hours later she returned to the parlor with a beaker full of bubbling green ooze. "Is that it?" the youth asked. "Yes." "It seems like a lot more than you gave that other guy." "It is. You need more since you're taking it orally rather than intravenously." She handed him the beaker. He took the beaker and drank it down. "Hmm, kind of nice. Minty." "I included a peppermint oil for taste." "It's," he started before growing woozy. "Woah. Feeling... dizzy." Elaine took him and set him on the couch. He was asleep before she let him go. "Why the sedative?" his thug boyfriend asked. "Remember how much pain Jason went through? I didn't want him going through that." "Thanks." The thug quickly pulled the breastforms from his boyfriend's bra. They then sat back and watched as the boy's body shifted and flowed into a form much more suited to his clothing. "How long till he wakes up?" "The sedative was real mild. I figure about an hour." "Thanks." Elaine went to the security office. "You get all Jason's money?" "Transferred to other accounts." He handed a list to her. "What's this?" "The accounts and their access codes. I took enough to recoup what I spent plus a tidy profit. The other 9.5 million is yours." Elaine was stunned. Never in all her plotting had she expected to ever get so much for herself. "So what's the plan with Jason?" "Same as before, just moved up since we've been paid." ************ THE NEXT MORNING... Jason woke up and got out of his nightie (Elaine insisted he always be dressed in something feminine). He went to the closet to get a dress when his entire body started to tremble. He froze in place and was unable to move as his breasts actually grew! After he could move again, he ran to the door, prepared to throttle Elaine to find out what happened, but the door was locked. He pounded on the door, not even hearing the low hiss of released gas that knocked him unconscious. ************ Elaine was with her hired thug and his "girl"friend watching the tape of Jason's further transformation. Finally, Melody (as the boy-girl was calling himself now) said, "And this could happen to me now?" "I don't know. This occurred 25 1/2 hours after his last dose. Exactly when I predicted the agent would permanently bond with his system. If you want I'll give you a reversal agent right now." "No. I can handle huge breasts. Will I get as much growth as him?" "I have no idea. Jason grew from a D cup to a double E and I don't even know why." "Well, we'll find out what happens to me in a couple hours." "I guess so." She turned to the nameless thug. "So will this make Jason impossible to sell on the slave market?" "Are you kidding? This'll make him even more valuable. I know a few middle east sheiks who'll pay big bucks for a big breasted she- male to enslave." "Good. I'd hate to see him escape his fate." They waited patiently for a couple hours until Melody's body absorbed the APS's. She froze in place and her body trembled like Jason's. Then it stopped and she could move again. "Nothing happened," Elaine said. "Not exactly," Melody replied. She reached under her dress and freed her dick, a rampant monster growing hard. The thug said, "Holy crap, you've grown!" Elaine asked, "How much? How big was he before?" Melody said proudly, "I was barely 4 inches when erect. Now look at me!" To the thug, Elaine said, "Can you get her hard? I'd like to measure her fully erect." The thug reached out and started massaging Melody's dick. Soon Melody was fully erect and measured out at 14 inches. "Three and a half times as long," Elaine commented. "And if you don't mind," the thug commented, "I'd like to take Melody upstairs and give it a try." "Go ahead." After they left, Jim asked, "What are you thinking about?" "I was just thinking about my dick. I've got ten inches when erect, and although I've never hated my dick, it's always been a reminder of what I'm not. Even with the entire rest of my body becoming all woman, I don't think I could stand having a three foot reminder jutting from my loins." ************ FOUR DAYS LATER... Jim walked into the lab. "Old Metal Head is now on his way to the middle east. Have you figured out what causes that growth?" "Yes, I have." "What causes it?" "A necessary evil. In order for the system to truly work, it needs to bond with and become a part of the system. But when the body stops getting new stuff and starts producing new Strings of its own, a swelling occurs in the tissues where the greatest concentrations of Strings exist." "Okay, then I can understand the growth in the breasts, it's where the greatest growth occurs. But why the penile growth?" "The APS system needs male hormones, so they bond with the testicles in order to get that. In certain blood types, most of the APS's Strings get shunted to the testicles. Near as I can figure, an O blood type or an A or B positive blood type will experience breast growth. An A or B negative or an AB positive blood type gets the penile growth." "And an AB negative blood type?" "An AB negative blood type will inevitably reject the APS's and revert to the body they had before being exposed. Further, if they don't get a new dose quickly after reverting, their body will develop an immunity to the system making further changes impossible." "And your blood type?" Elaine took a beaker and threw it against the wall. "AB negative. If, after the first dose, I don't get daily doses of the medication, I'll revert to Nathan. It may even destroy what little effects I've gotten from the hormones." "I'm sorry. But I'm sure you'll eventually solve this." "I hope so, but I hate this. I either continue through life looking like a half-man, half-girl freak, or I become chained to getting a daily dose of hard to create, very expensive medication." "Well, you've got 9 plus million to work with." "Yeah, and how long is that going to last? I've created two doses of the medication, and have enough material for three more doses. That cost a quarter million. I figure once I get into mass production, I can cut the cost by a fifth, but that's still $10,000 a dose. 9.5 million will last me about 2 1/2 years, then what?" "You'll make more money." "At $10,000 a day, that's 3.65 million a year. How am I going to make that? Now I'm beginning to see why Brighton pulled the plug on my cancer cure, despite the good it could do. It was just too expensive." "Well, how'd you like to double your current resources, as well as get a small collection of businesses to work with? Between business income and investing the 19 million, you'll easily make that 3.65 mill, plus enough to live very well for the rest of your life." "What do you have in mind?" Jim sighed. "I'm a little tired of this life. I think I've done everything, at least everything I wanted. I want something new. And what can be more new than to try being a girl?" "Are you sure? You've seen what happens." "Yes, and with A positive blood, I get breast growth. Besides, you need more test subjects, don't you?" "Yes, but what about you? You won't have your money anymore." Jim laughed. "I have plenty squirreled away in foreign accounts I can access by number. I can easily afford enough to buy a whole new identity. So I'll give you my life in return for a new one." "Are you sure? Once you do this, there's no going back." "I'm sure." Elaine mixed up a dose of the medication and fed it to him. His body trembled and slowly flowed into its new shape. When he was finished, he said, "I didn't pass out." "With the data I got from Jason and Melody, I was able to create a solution with a localized pain suppressor. Only radical changes will need a knockout drug." "And my breasts are small, only B cup." "That's because unless I specifically change the formula, you wind up getting the breasts you'd get if you had been born female. And don't forget, in 25 1/2 hours, they'll swell another 3-5 cups. So what are you going to call yourself?" "Theresa." "After your sister?" Jim nodded, then they both broke down in tears. ************ THREE DAYS LATER... Elaine stared at the phone, still wondering if she should make the call to Susie. She hadn't seen her lover since before she had taken Jason hostage. She had planned to call her once everything was straightened out, but now wasn't sure that was a good idea. Two days ago, Melody called and told her that Lawrence (the thug) had been arrested and it looked like a slam dunk case. Since Larry's life was going to be watched for the next decade or two, Melody was going to have to leave Elaine's life so she wouldn't be at risk for investigation by the police. And the more Elaine thought about it, the more she realized that much the same thing was going on between her and Susie. Elaine was now a felon, even if the police had no idea of what felony had occurred. Elaine was now guilty of kidnapping, assault, illegal administration of a potentially dangerous substance, slavery, and god knew what else. If something went wrong, could she really put Susie at risk as an accomplice after the fact? But part of her didn't want to let go. Jim a.k.a. Theresa had disappeared after getting her breast growth. Before Elaine had even started all this he had dismissed his staff (with sizable pensions) so they wouldn't be at risk for knowing anything about what they were planning, and, even though Elaine had other seedy contacts for necessary dirty work, with Larry and Melody gone, she was now very alone. Finally she decided she wouldn't contact Susie. It wouldn't be fair to expect her to give up her life just so Elaine could have a friend. She'd just have to do the rest of this alone. She went to the lab. She had just received a new shipment of the crucial plant that made her APS system possible, enough for a whole year, so now it was time to make Elaine into the girl she was always meant to be. She mixed up a new batch of APS, minus any pain killer. With her allergy, she'd just have to suffer through what Jason had. A kind of penance, she guessed. She filled a syringe and went upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed and injected herself. A burning sensation immediately started in her arm and spread to the rest of her arm like wildfire. She screamed in pain and passed out. When she awoke, she was on the floor. She climbed on to the bed and sat up. She looked into the mirror and saw... a woman. The harsh, male lines in her face were gone, replaced by smooth, rounded ones. She saw definite similarities between her and her sister and mother. Her bosom was now a large D cup. She had to laugh at that. She still had the smallest chest in the family. But with her height, her breasts seemed almost normal, where mom, Lily, and her other sister, Edie, all appeared to have freakishly large bosoms. She got up and her dress pulled tight across her chest. She smiled. She still fit all her old clothes, but a new wardrobe would fit so much better. Besides shopping always did cheer her up. ************ FIVE YEARS LATER... Elaine looked in pride as the sign was put on the front of her new, commercial lab. "Biotech Industries" it read. It was a small sign, barely readable unless you knew where to look, but that was how her neighbors wanted it. It had been hard enough getting a special dispensation for a private business in a residential neighborhood. But, with her money wisely invested, she was now one of the richest people in this part of town. And in a part of town where no one was worth less than 7 figures that was saying something. But now she needed an accountant, someone with a cool business mind who could look after her business interests so she could finally find the much needed component that would free her from her daily chemical chain. Investing wasn't as hard as it looked, but it was time consuming. So she needed a business accountant, and she knew just the man. And the irony was it would be the final blow against the company that had so used her before. After she had left her old company, and after its CEO had just disappeared, the business had almost folded. The ironic thing was that since both she and Jason had disappeared at the same time, the police had assumed they were both kidnapped by the same person or persons, most likely a rival company. Now, only the expert work of Brighton Davis was keeping the company alive, and even with him it was only a matter of time. She was sure she could convince him to join her new company, particularly with the incentive package she had for him. She walked into the bar where her investigators told her that Brighton hung out after he got off work. It was a comfortable, leisurely bar designed after that old TV show, "Cheers". He was at the end of the bar where "Norm" used to sit. She went over and sat in "Cliff's" seat. "Mister Davis?" "Yes?" "My name is Elaine." "Elaine...?" "Just Elaine. I've recently started a new medical research firm and I'd like the opportunity to try to convince you to join me." "I have a lucrative contract with my current firm. Why would I want to leave it for your firm, a totally untested firm?" "Because you are a very bottom line man. I happen to know your current firm is dying and your contract with them ends today. You have a three year option, but we both know your company will not survive to the end of that three years. That is why you have yet to exercise that option." "You know quite a bit, Miss Elaine." "Money buys a lot of information." "That it does. Now let me tell you what I know about you. Two years ago, you appeared on the scene, the purchaser of a small group of businesses that were sold to you just before their owner disappeared on an international trip. You've kept your businesses small but profitable, but you've sunk a good sized amount of money into your new business, and everything you have rests on it. Now why would I want to get involved in so risky a proposition? Particularly since I already have many offers from other companies?" "Because I have certain resources that will guarantee my business's survival." "Like what?" "Mister Davis, surely you can't expect me to discuss that in an open bar? But if you're willing to go with me back to my mansion, I will show you a sample of what will make my company the company to run with." Brighton stared at her for a bit before saying, "I knew an Elaine once. She was about your height, too. Almost the same hair color, too." Elaine remained stony faced, but inside was terrified. Did he know? Did he even suspect? She almost breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "But other than that, you two look nothing alike." "So?" "Alright, Miss Elaine, I'll give you a chance. But understand, this is just business, so don't try to use your body to entice me." "No risk there, Mister Davis. I'm a devout lesbian." As he extended his arm in a gentlemanly way, he said, "Strange, the Elaine I knew was a lesbian, too." "What are the odds?" Elaine drove the two of them out to her mansion. As they passed the perimeter of her part of town, Brighton commented, "So they're finally building that fence." "Yup. Part of me regrets its necessity, but part of me is glad for the protection." They drove up to her mansion, and walked up to the door. As they went inside, Brighton asked, "No servants?" "I live alone. I don't really need them." "Most people in this part of town don't need them. That doesn't stop them from hiring them." "I'm not most people. Care for a drink?" "Have any Creme de Menthe?" "I do." Elaine had bought a small supply when her agents had informed her it was Brighton's favorite liqueur. She mixed up a drink with a little extra and handed it to him. He drank it down and asked, "You had some evidence o