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The Fairy Godmother Device: Cinderella's Slippers Part III By Dee Dee Perri CHAPTER 1 The young woman's figure was nearly hidden by the cascade of golden-red hair that fell across her shoulders and down her chest and back. However as she moved, proud, pointed breasts intermittently peeked through the silky mantle exposing soft, pink nipples to the cool ocean breeze that surged through the open patio door. And as she approached the bed that dominated the room, her lush hips swayed invitingly as if a lover lay there waiting for her, but she was alone with her thoughts and desires. At the edge of the bed she stopped to re-arrange her hair. As she moved the errant strands so that they fell behind her shoulders and down her back once more, her small waist came into view. In a single liquid movement she threw back the sheets and climbed onto the bed. For a moment she lay there quietly on her back looking up at the mirror mounted directly above her. Her hair formed a golden-red halo that contrasted vividly with the forest green silk sheets. Against this background, her pale, white skin took on a distinct pink tint that suggested both softness and warmth. Her wide blue eyes alertly examined the reflection as her hands began to explore the contours of her own body. As one hand descended to her genitals, a flush began to appear on her chest. Now alternately rubbing her clitoris and vagina with one hand, she began to rub her breasts with the other. Very slowly her breathing began to change, eventually becoming ragged and labored. As her hips began to rock, she continued to twist and pull at her nipples but with increasing vigor. Her eyes became glazed just before she began to moan, a sound which seemed to issue from deep in her throat. Eventually her eyes closed entirely as her full lips opened, exposing a pink tongue that flicked excitedly across her own lips. Finally with a long, drawn out primitive groan, she began to climax. It was a solution of sorts, thought Don, as he lay looking up at his own reflection, the sheen of perspiration making his all too perfect, completely feminine image even more sensuous if such were possible. Waves of erotic sensations continued to move through his body like an echo of the orgasm he had just experienced. As a man trapped inside this female body for the last two and a half years, he had not been able to over come his psychological, almost pathological, aversion of having sex with a man, not that he hadn't tried a few times. And this body seemed to have the same aversion to sex with a woman. So he had been reduced to masturbation. Just looking at this bountiful body and beautiful face was enough to excite his male mind and the female body didn't seem to mind the self stimulation. Yet this solution could not be maintained forever. Dr. Donald Arnold was lonely, almost desperately lonely. Somehow he had to find a way through this impasse between her body and his mind and soon! The sounds of the surf just below brought back memories of a time when he had shared this very room with a beautiful woman... He could still see his Frankie, her dark brown hair and mysterious almond shaped eyes formed a vivid image in his brain. Gone! But not, he thought rudely, before she had done THIS to me! Beautiful Frankie had been Dr. Frank Penner, a professor at U.C.L.A., that is before he had been utterly transformed into the most beautiful woman that Don had ever known. How could Frankie not have understood that he, Don Arnold, needed her as she was not re-converted into her old middle-aged male body! And then to apply the process to ME! But Frankie was gone now, maybe forever. And my transformation into a fairy- princess forever unless...unless the principle of the process could be understood. Unconsciously, Don's small, feminine hands formed into fists as a look of defiance came over his delicate features. His introspection was interrupted by the phone. "Arnold here." He said. The femininity of his voice was still distracting a constant reminder of his condition. It was Brian Anderson. "Don, we're ready to run the first live test. I knew you wouldn't want us to start without you." "Already?" "Yes, we found the problem, a ground loop. Something to do with the fact that the facility was built on a land fill. Anyhow, we're ready when you are." Excitement flared in Don's eyes. "I'll be there immediately! To the untrained eye there was nothing exciting about the laboratory. No whizzing arcs of lightning like in the '30s Frankenstein movies. There weren't even any computers visible though Don knew that about a quarter of a mile away existed one of the most powerful systems that Cray had ever devised, easily able to handle the 10 to the 15th bytes per second through-put that would be required when the device was operated. Indeed, there were absolutely no machines that would generate significant extraneous electromagnetic fields in the building. A multitude of solid state transducers would feed their weak signals down state-of-the-art optical channels, but nothing impressive to the eye. "Hard to believe," he said to his colleague, "that my brother and I have invested over 60 million in this facility. What do you think Brian, is it going to work?" The tall, thin physicist just shrugged his shoulders. A technician bustled in carrying a small metal cage. "Here's the subject Doc." Said Brian. "A white rat that's in perfect health." Dr. Anderson looked over at the young red head, the feminine face bright with excitement. "Don, " he said softly so that the technician who was already on the platform wouldn't hear. "it's only a preliminary test. Don't get your hopes up too much. Are you ready to leave the building?" "I told you before Bri!" Retorted Don angrily, his lust lips slipping into a pout. "I want to see it with my own two eyes. I want to be here, not a mile away watching a monitor." Dr. Anderson just gritted his teeth. He had been through all the arguments with his Boss months before. How it might be dangerous or his presence might disrupt the process. But hey, Dr. Donald Arnold and his brother Howard owned the place. Finally he said quietly, "If you're staying, then so am I Don." The small white rat was lying on the raised platform, drugged. The technician picked up the carrying case and quickly left the room. As soon as the electromagnetic isolation was re-established, Dr. Anderson nodded his head toward Don. "You can bring the platform in contact with the device any time now Boss. All systems are on line for the event." The platform would fall precisely 1 centimeter, not much of a displacement but once contact was established with the silicone surface, the device, all hell should break loose, at least on the electromagnetic continuum. "Now!" Said the slender redhead as he released the platform. "Not much of a show." Don whispered nervously. The laboratory was as quiet as a tomb and the rat remained motionless for the next several seconds. Then suddenly, as if the drug had worn off, the rat began to twitch and squirm. But it was not movements of the limbs or head that a rat might make, rather the whole figure seemed to be changing. As the two scientists finally let out their breaths in a collective sigh of relief, the figure began to rapidly expand. Almost instantly the much larger, ill defined formed coalesced into recognizable shape: a slender young woman was now lying on the platform. Her nude body was precisely the type of figure that they had expected, a fairy prototype of extraordinary beauty. "WE DID IT!" Exclaimed Don. Brian said nothing. But his eyes showed astonishment for although he had been working on this project from the beginning, this was the first time that he had actually witnessed one of the transformations. Indeed, he mused, there were no existing models in physics that could account for the event that he had just observed. As he looked up at a monitor to obtained some of the preliminary results of the event he immediately noted that the maximum amplitude of the local field had peaked at under 70 micro volts, a level one would normally associate with a neurological event and hardly compatible with the transfer of a mass in excess of 40 kilograms! The figure had begun to move in an uncoordinated fashion as three white coated technicians entered the room. Brian recognized the large, bulky figure of Ralph Gordon, one of engineers in his division. The man grabbed one arm of the creature as his partner reached for the second. In a blur of movement, the rat-now-woman reacted to the touch by launching a savage attack. In an instant the creature had turned and grabbed Ralph's ear in her mouth. The sound of teeth tearing cartilage was clearly audible even to Brian standing at the opposite end of the laboratory. Pandemonium erupted. The large man and the creature each began too shriek, though in different keys. The second technician was ineffectually attempting to break the rat- woman's hold on Ralph when the sound of the tranquilizer gun's discharge intervened. The drama actually seemed to increase for the next few moments for the drug had no immediate impact on the creature and the sting of the dart seemed only increased its madness. And then, all in an instant, she began to collapse. The thing slid off the platform, as if boneless, and onto the floor. The blood smeared face appeared to be in perfect agreement with the insane expression on the rat woman's otherwise attractive face. "GRAB HIM!" Yelled Brian. Ralph Gordon had just pulled a bloody hand away from his destroyed ear. His eyes had a glazed look as if he were going into shock. He made two staggering steps away from the platform and toward the medical team that was just now rushing into the room when suddenly he lurched backward stiff legged. On the third stagger he hit the edge of the platform and began to fall. In a reflexive act, he swung his bloody hand out to stay his fall. The moment it made contact with the surface of the platform, an expression came over his face, the meaning of which was all too apparent. In spite of his disorientation, pain and developing shock, his face said only one thing: OH SHIT! As if he had touched a hot stove, Ralph jerked his hand away but it was clear that the process had been initiated. He slowly slid to the floor, the pain of his injury now clearly out of his mind, as a strange feeling began to envelop his entire body. He looked straight across to his supervisor. "Dr. Anderson! Help me!" Except for the attendants removing the unconscious "ratty-Jane" as she would be called, everyone else in the room was staring at the transformation in progress beside the platform. Ralph remained conscious throughout the event though his ability to move seemed impaired. He was staring down at his body as the lab coat appeared to grow in relative size. The bald dome of his head suddenly darkened as a rich crop of brown hair emerged; simultaneously, his face melted into a new configuration. A hush had fallen over the room; all seemed to be frozen in place. Finally the transformed figure looked up once again toward his boss and called out in a plaintive voice, "Dr. Anderson?" They had planned on a double shift today since it was clear that much would be happening. But the second shift of workers had begun to arrive several hours earlier than expected and the first shift had generally hung around after their obligation had been met, such was the excitement generated by the experiments at the Cedar facility. The press of personnel had driven Don Arnold to seek the quiet of his office atop the building. By six- thirty that evening, a flood of preliminary reports were already on his desk. The physical examination of the "ratty-Jane" indicated a normal human female in both body and brain. The staff psychologist had already presented a request to keep the creature for extended study. Apparently the idea of a woman with the intellectual history of a white rat was something exciting to him, something about the "nature-nurture" problem he had written. However, Don had found the video tape made this afternoon of the creature to be quite unsettling. The expression on the face and the eyes, especially the eyes, was frankly frightening. A rat trapped in a human body was not a pretty sight. He wrote on the folder that the request was under review and place it in the out box. After a cursory knock at the door, Brian let himself into the office. "Don, I've got some very interesting results to show you." Sliding the thick folder onto Don's desk he continued. "The lab results indicate that Ralph and the animal subject have EXACTLY THE SAME GENETIC STRUCTURE! They are identical twins." Don's wide blue eyes grew wider still. "EXACTLY THE SAME! With the artifacts the subjects have always been DIFFERENT! Bri, what that means is..." "Yes!" Interrupted Brian. The Fairy Transmutation Device accepted our interface as a fixed instruction a new program! Don you were right. No variation in the molecular arrangement of our Transmitter are read as a request for the same product." "AND VARIATIONS IN THE PATTERN..." yelped Don excitedly for at that moment he knew that the solution to his personal problem, that is continuing as a man in a woman's body, was at hand well almost. The small red head leaped up from his chair and flung himself onto Brian. The close contact caused the shy physicist to blush. "You've made my day!" Gushed Don. Two floors below things were not going nearly so well. Ralph was setting on a chair in front of Dr. Klosky, the staff psychologist. The small female figure was wringing her hands as the psychologist spoke. "Ralph, we'll need to confront this situation head on. It would be unwise for me to give you any false hopes. You know as well as I do that the research has just started and it could be months or even years before a readjustment of your form might be possible. And remember that a return to your original body might never be possible. My staff and I will help you made the necessary ah adjustments. "Besides, more than half of the people in this world are female and most of them seem to do just fine. "DOCTOR!" Wailed Ralph. A thick strand of hair abruptly fell over his right eye which he nervously pushed back across his slender shoulders. "My wife and kids?" "Yes," Said Dr. Klosky solemnly. "This accident will be most difficult to explain ah to them. You understand that the Cedar family would not like this ahsituation to be generally known. If the news media were to get a hold of this well Ralph, the operation might have to be shut down and with that, well your chance to a normal life would be gone." "My kids?" "We're not that cruel Ralph. Arrangements will be made to re-unite you with your family and the sooner the better. Your wife has already been told the facts, or at least some of them already. She will be going through therapy as well, you can trust me on that. All of you will be housed here, at Cedar-Death Valley. And in time, you'll be able to go back to your work." "My kids?" Ralph repeated. "Ah!" Mused Dr. Klosky. "They will be told that their father is on a trip, at least at first. But you will join them, never fear as your wife's cousin or some such." Ralph's expression, however, was anything but satisfied. "You mean as a woman?" "Of course Ralph. Don't worry, we know what were doing trust me!" Brian Anderson didn't go home until late that night but none the less he went directly to his study to continue his work for the events of this day had left his mind far too aroused to allow sleep. The accident involving Ralph had been a blessing in disguise. Now they had the signature of two entirely different organisms transmuted into exactly the same configuration. Disparities between the electromagnetic events should at least indicated how the initial atomic structures of the target is represented. Yet a sense of disquiet hung over the physicist. The radiation that originated from their mechanism was simply too weak. How could the Transmutation device located thousands of mile away and buried deep within the earth detect such a slight flux in the admittedly complex electromagnetic field that now existed on earth? Was it possible that the radiation that they were examining was only an incidental by product of the process, possibly uncorrelated to the actual causal signal? Only trial and error experiments would resolve these questions. The latter thought bothered Brian greatly. Working in the absence of a formal model with clear mathematical rules was unnerving. Tomorrow they would try another animal subject. How many creatures would they eventually create until they mastered the process? How long would it take? There were literally 2 raised to the 48th power possible configurations that their device could assume. How many were valid patterns? And then the situation with Ralph. It would be easy enough to keep the man on the project. He was, after all a dedicated member of the team and, if he wanted to regain his male form? Well here was the only facility which had that potential. No the man wasn't the problem. But his wife! Cedar Inc. could hardly afford to have the media get wind of what they were doing and if she were to leave? Brian's face paled at the thought. An angry, frightened woman suddenly cut off from her mate. It was easy to imagine her seeking out the media out of anger or even just for the money. NO! He had already made it clear to the Psychological team that HER continued presence at Cedar-Death Valley was imperative to the security of the operation. Hopefully they would be able to find a way to make her want to remain. In his gut, Brian knew that Don Arnold might agree to a forced retention of the woman so intense was the man's commitment to the project. Brian wanted no part in such a solution. Fortunately Dr. Klosky was good at his profession. Surely he could find a humane solution to this problem. It had taken most of the previous day and all of the night for the Psychological Services Group to agree on an approach to the problem of Ralph Gordon. The organization's needs were quite clear, the accident must be kept from outside eyes. Yet these were humane people, how could they make the unfortunate subject of the transformation comfortable? "Kirk, the test scores?" Asked Dr. Klosky. The young Ph.D. began fumbling through the sizable mound of print outs before him. "Just the summary Kirk, we'll consider the details later." Pausing, the young man sat up straight in his chair and looked around at the group assembled. "Well" He began in a halting voice. The profiles on both subjects are ah not good. Not good at all! Mr. Gordon is your typical engineer. Little evidence of feminine aspects, in fact, rather extreme on the Taylor M-F Scale. Rigid, concrete and not at all spontaneous. Strong, outward focused, you knowah typical." He began rubbing his hands together. "Prognosis he's not likely to adopt a feminine orientation." "And his wife?" Interrupted Dr. Klosky. The young man shrugged his shoulders. "No evidence of homosexual tendencies, if that is what you are looking for Doctor. Prolonged close contact between these two under the circumstances will not be satisfactory..." "Mary?" Interrupted Dr. Klosky. The woman looked as if she would shit-a-brick if she didn't have a chance to speak right now. "Kirk is ignoring what I believe are significant facts." "Go on Mary." "First, Mr. Gordon's strong male orientation isn't a liability. It's his wife's heterosexual orientation that will tend to be disruptive, at least in terms of maintaining the relationship and we're all agreed that their relationship is the key right? And second, on the Stanford Suggestibility Scale well Mrs. Gordon is VERY suggestible." "You mean hypnotize her and exactly to what purpose?" Interrupted Kirk. "No! It's not necessary. In fact it would be unreliable." Continued the woman. It's just that we can manipulate her expectations regarding the consequences of the transformation and...well, Mrs. Gordon is decidedly a dependent personality. I believe with a little help, Mrs. Gordon's sexual orientation can be adjusted slightly and" "That would be MOST UNETHICAL!" Interrupted Kirk. "Of course!" Dr. Klosky's face was beaming. "Kirk, I'll take full responsibility. And now what about the MMPI, Harold?" Chapter 2 Unlike the rest of the Psychological Services Group, Dr. Mary A. Brown did not go to bed that night. The first meeting in the morning was with Mr. Ralph Gordon. It was obvious that he was still under the influence of the medication he had received earlier in the evening to help him sleep and she had counted on that fact. Groggy and disorientated he sat in the chair before her. With her best concerned look, Mary began the first stage of the manipulation that the group had agreed upon. "Mr. Gordon. Our tests show that there were substantial alterations in your brain." "Huh!" Responded the subject. Alarm was clearly evident on his-her face. "Do you remember the tests we conducted yesterday?" His face was a blank as he nodded his head. Dr. Brown gritted her teeth before continuing for she found it uncomfortable to lie. But it was important that she gain the man's full cooperation in the matter at hand. The threat that he might lose his identity would surely suffice, it would work for her if she were faced with that possibility. "Of the tests you completed yesterday Mr. Gordon, one measured your ah sexual attitudes, fundamental characteristics on the male-female dimension and well..." She paused to give her words greater impact on the subject. "It showed a 33 percent shift toward the feminine pole. I wouldn't be surprised if by now, you more than half way toward a full female identity. Mr. Gordon, in a few hours or at most a couple of days, your mind will conform to the body you possess unless we take decisive action now!. You will be female. Your male identity will be destroyed!" Now the subject was sitting up in the chair, his eyes expressed horror. "Mr. Gordon, it is not a question of what you will become, simply of how soon the process will be completed unless we get your full cooperation." "My wife?" He said with anguish in his-her voice. "I think," She said, pausing to hold her chin in her hand while staring at him carefully. "If you really want to maintain that relationship..." "But I do!" He broke in. "You'll have to get her to accept you as you now appear. "But Matty, well Doc, I just don't think she'll go for that you know. She's well traditional ah-" Looking down at his obviously female body. "It'd be like a homosexual." "Ralph, there's more at stake here than just maintaining your relationship with your wife. If she leaves, she'll take the kids as well probably." "Yea, she would." Said Ralph with his face showing his anguish. "And in time, left on your own, well it is likely that you will begin to have sexual relations with men." "I wouldn't do that Doctor Brown." He said with disgust. "As I said, you have a lot riding on getting your wife comfortable with the idea of living with a man in a woman's body. But if you're willing to work at it Ralph." He interrupted her with a vigorous nod of his head. "My team will work closely on this problem with you. you are not alone we'll save your male identity." "What'll I have to do?" Dr. Anderson had wanted to make a very small adjustment in the magnetic field that defined the "code" of the Cedar-Death Valley Laboratory device before testing the next animal subject. Dr. Arnold had argued vociferously for a large variation in the same field, indeed a 170 degree reversal. His logic was reasonable enough, if the initial setting created a female possibly the reversal of the field would result in a male. The latter out come was of considerable value to the small man-woman. Of course, Dr. Anderson gave in to the demands of his employer. It was with considerable disquiet however that Brian finally ordered the drugged subject placed on the platform. What would they create today? The same procedure was used today as yesterday. Brian and his boss remained in the room with the subject, a white rat. Seconds after the platform descended onto the device the animal began to change in form and size. The now amorphous mass had grown to humanoid bulk and then suddenly both Brian and Don knew they had come upon a new phenomena. The mass continued to expand: first doubling and then doubling again in extent, it soon covered the whole platform. If it continued growing much longer, Brian planned to force his employer from the laboratory. Finally, as if in response to Brian's concerns, the growth ceased and the form coalesced. "A tree or at least a very large bush!" Gaped Don. Both were struck by the alien appearance of the "tree". A myriad of branches sprung from the short, thick center trunk. The profusion of limbs of ever decreasing diameter terminated in twigs so small as to mimic mammalian hair. And the whole creature was gray and leafless. "GOD! The smell!" Exclaimed Brian. It had to be the "tree" for the chamber had remained closed during the test. "It smells like rotting meat." Three white coated technicians entered, as they did yesterday, but they remained rooted near the exit. It was obvious that they weren't prepared to move such a large object and the dart gun carried by one of them was clearly out of place. "A damned TREE!" Grumbled one. "What do they expect us to do now?" Answered another. But Brian was clearly fascinated by the alien looking plant. "Not just Fairy Princesses now Boss. Just imagine the billions of entities that are possible and this-" He pointed at the tree, "This isn't like any plant that I have ever seen." He touched the trunk. "It feels like flesh..." Suddenly the branches engulfed the tall, thin physicist. The thousands of tiny hair like ending didn't just touch Brian's skin, they began to sink into him. It was like being stung buy thousands of wasps. The sudden screech of pain that leaped from this throat was almost instantly cut off. His eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out. "ITS KILLING HIM!" Screamed Don. "DO SOMETHING!" Several security personnel charged into the room on command but they stood there with stupid terrified looks on their faces looking at the plant that was killing Dr. Anderson. Some how their hand guns seemed totally inappropriate. The tree had already grabbed onto one of the technicians who had courageously reached in to help the entrapped scientist and so now there were two unconscious forms embedded in the whirling mass of fiber. A sudden glob of blood bubbled from Brian's mouth. At last Don began to take action. He reset the mechanism to the initial configuration. For several seconds, the two men and the plant creature formed a frozen tableau. And then all three forms began to change. Moments later, three identical brunets lay scattered about the platform. Not wanting to repeat the mistake made yesterday, Don yelled out. "NOBODY APPROACH THE PLATFORM UNTIL ITS RAISED OFF THE DEVICE!" "Which one's Dr. Anderson?" Called out one of the medical staff now in the laboratory. "Or Tom Scott?" Asked another. Finally The platform was disconnected from the device. "Take them all to the infirmary." Ordered Don. "And put a guard on all three of them until we sort this out." The small red head buried his face in his hands. The near death of his colleague had shaken him to his core. Anything might emerge from this device. For the first time he realized that serious precautions would have to be taken for monsters lurked within the code. Who knows, maybe the next time a dragon? When Brian Anderson regained consciousness the first thing he saw was his diminutive boss, Don, staring down at him. "Sorry." Said the red head in a halting voice. "It was the only thing I could think of at the time." Brian looked down and saw what could only be breasts that swelled beneath the sheet covering him. "So that's how you did it." He said in a strangled voice. "Yea, I reset the field to the configuration we employed yesterday. You look exactly like Ralph now." Brian suddenly felt giddy. He'd never been comfortable around women never in his whole life. Which was one good reason that he had never married. And now? "He was afraid to look at what had happened to him but morbid curiosity finally got the better of him. I need to see myself." He said breathlessly. He was startled by his rising anxiety. As he sat up in the bed, the sheet slipped down. He was naked. Small, but well formed breasts wiggled from the movement. He had an almost over powering urge to touch them to ascertain their reality but he was embarrassed to do so in front of Don. He simply let out a sigh when the fact of his transformation was visibly evident. "Don," And then he self- consciously covered himself once again with the sheet. "I think I'll need a few days off to adjust..." His pretty feminine features took on a far away look. "You'll want professional help Brian, I'll have..." "No Don. No shrinks please. Maybe, if someone can get me some clothes, I'll go home now." Embarrassment was written over his womanly features. "Sure Bri." Don said quietly. "I'll have my driver take you home. OK?" "Look Dr. Arnold. Yesterday's assignments we could handle, what with Mr. and Mrs. Gordon and the animal subject, we were running at maximum. Mary hasn't even gone to bed yet but we were still on top of things. But three more patients today?" Dr. Samuel Klosky's face was a mask of concern. "Only two Sam. Brian wants to work this out on his own." "Still..." "What are you asking for Sam?" "More latitude. The Gordon woman for example is proving intractable. Unless you want her to go to the authorities, well forced detention until we can shape her behavior." Power corrupts, thought Don and absolute power, that's what they have now, absolute power. But a prison? The facility was designed to keep people out, not in. "Sam, you read the report on Frank Penner and Sara Bixenstein." "Yes, of course." "We'll try to re-create the same scenario on the Gordon woman and then expose her to the transmutation devise. OK?" That evening, after most of the staff had been sent home, a few carefully chosen technicians were preparing the laboratory for a new experiment. The rage of the Gordon woman could be heard throughout the building as she was dragged kicking and screaming on to the platform. The brutal treatment that she was receiving interacted with the drugs she had been forced to take. When she had been securely chained in place, her husband, entered. Slowly the slender brunet approached his wife. He was filled with self-loathing for he knew the role that he would have to perform. "WHAT'S HAPPENING RALPH! WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS?" Without answering, he began to slap her face and scream meaningless curses. Her eyes were filled with terror as the platform descended onto the device. It was a calculated risk but Don had adjusted the pattern, less than a 1.0 percent variation. Both would be transformed, but into what? Ralph's rage was fake but his wife's stress was real enough. Could they replicate the Penner- Bixenstein effect? The answer would be revealed soon enough for both figures had begun to change. Tiny, like children. Small even by the standards created by earlier transformations for Don was only 4' 9" tall. "Raise the platform!" Called out Don. Unlike the earlier experiments, he was safely back at the main control room some 1000' away. "And get security in as soon as the platform is disconnected!" As he ran down the corridor toward the laboratory all that Don could think of was that they were not human! It wasn't just their small size, surely less than 20 pounds, or the green tint of their skin or the pointed ears, no. It was the WINGS that sprouted from their back! Small, almost transparent WINGS! Part of the Penner-Bixenstein effect had been achieved for the two of them were totally absorbed in each other. They were excitedly chattering away in very high pitched voices. Had there been any question of their alien nature, their eyes would have been the final proof. No sclera at all, just golden orbs. "Ralph?" One of the creatures turned and in a little voice said, "Dr. Arnold?" "Sorry again Ralph. I made what I thought would be a very small adjustment but..." "It really is incredible. Matty's just been blown away by this but I think she'll be OK Doc. Do you think we can really fly?" Don was nonplus and shrugged his shoulders. Later when the two of them were taken to the infirmary, Don turned to one of the technicians. "Shut it down for the night Tony. And cancel tomorrow's experiment. We have plenty of data to examine." Don was stunned. Even a small change in the code could have dramatic effects. The tree this morning and the fairy, for what else could they be, this evening. Just flicking through the available patterns would never do. I need to meet with Brian he concluded. Don was surprised at Brian's appearance. The slender brunet was wearing a dress that effectively displayed his attractive figure and he wore makeup, just a touch. "Don, I heard. How could you do that to the Gordons? You had no right!" Don's expression showed his guilt. "They can fly you know." "What?" "Hollow bones and impressive muscles in those tiny bodies." "Theory?" "Empirical! Just before I left they displayed their new found talent. Both were flying around the room. They seemed to be having a hell of a good time. But you're right Brian, I had no right to authorize their transformation." Brian suddenly looked very uncomfortable. "Not to change the subject," He began. "But I got a confession to make Don." He averted his gaze from his boss. "I don't know how to begin, ah do you like my outfit?" "Yea, Brian. I was surprised to see you dressed like this. The makeup and all." Brian's face was beet red now. "I ah Hell! Don, I like it." His voice had died away into a faint whisper. A stunned expression covered Don's face. "It's weird but, but sexy." The normally shy scientist slowly ran his hand down the side of the dress. "Almost from the first moment that I was conscious after the change, well, I was turned on! Sexually excited. Don, I've never told anyone this...I'm a virgin. I've never in my 50 odd years ever been close to a woman. And now, well you can't get much closer." He said the last with a self-conscious smile on his face. Don was nonplus. He just stood there with a blank expression on his face. "The reason that I'm telling you all of this boss, "Began Brian. "Well I want off the project for aha few weeks. I'm so confused. I'm an old man in a young, attractive body and, well there's a lot for me to work through. I'd like to get out of this desolate place for awhile." As the surprise finally wore off, Don finally said, "That shouldn't be any problem Brian, taking time off that is. I've been having second thoughts about the feasibility of discovering the grammar of this code using a direct empirical approach. Christ! I only made a 1.0 percent change in the field and look what happened." "Random samples will never work Don, I tried to tell you that this morning. There must be over a billion possible combinations and maybe more than that. Even if we explored one combination every minute, it'd take over 1900 years to do an exhaustive test and that's my minimum estimate. I recommend that we terminate all testing until we have completed the analysis of the existing data." "Fine, then we are agreed!" Don flipped his long red hair back with a well practice movement of his hand. As he stood up to leave he paused. "But Brian, I can't authorize your departure from the facility." "WHAT!" Yelled the startled brunet. "After all these years together you don't trust me?" His face grew darker as his anger mounted. "As you said so your self Brian, you're confused, disorientated by the transformation. It's for your own good." And with that, the red head turned his back and left. Brian was a proud man that had given much of his considerable talents to Cedar Inc. and, more specifically to Don Arnold for most of his career. He had thought that theirs had been a special relationship based upon mutual respect and now suddenly he knew. "I'm nothing but a specimen NOW!" Snarled the slender brunette to the empty room. "How dare he do this to ME!" Matty and Ralph made an interesting discovery that night as they lay together. They had become quite aroused as they explored each other's body. Each had a vagina, a fact that had been evident from the onset of the transformation, but as their excitement increased, both discovered a second organ, penis like, which began to emerge from the right side of the vagina cavity. After a little trial and error, they discovered they were fully capable of entering each other at the same time. It was like having sex as a man and as a woman at the same time. Indeed, as they were to discover, both organs were fully functional. With a grin on her pixy face Matty said to Ralph, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?' "SHIT! Matty, do you think I can get pregnant?" "Well sweetheart, having never cum as a man before, I can't be sure. But it felt like I put a gallon of something into your little valley." "Gosh, what if we both get pregnant!" CHAPTER 3 It had been nearly three weeks since the device had last been employed. But the activity in the data analysis section had been frantic; Dr. Anderson had reversed his position. If he couldn't leave the Death Valley facility, well he would throw himself into the work. And the new she had been driving the staff to their maximum effort ever since. The slender brunet looked up from the terminal as Don entered the room. Hostility flared in his eyes but he quickly gained control of himself and hid his true feelings. Finally with a forced smile he stood up and began walking toward his boss.. Every time Don saw his colleague he couldn't help but notice the continuing evolution in the personality. Whereas Brian had been quiet and reserved, in this new body "she" projected a gregarious charm, a self confidence in his interpersonal relations with the other staff that was almost infectious. In manner, dress and language he appeared to be at ease with nearly everyone yet somehow she still managed to project a commanding professional presence. Who knows, mused Don, the woman that Brian had become might even be sexually active now. A fine mixture of intelligence, focus and sensuality, Don thought, as Brian worked his way through the room. Although he never took his eyes off of his goal, he managed to touch everyone in the room that crossed his path. Affectionate contacts that brought instant smiles on her co-workers' faces, a queen bee in a busy hive. Not at all like the cool, reserved Brian Anderson I knew before he mused. "Dr. Anderson." Don said with a formal nod of his head. "Lets go to your office." Brian said. The bubble in his now more nurturing personality faded whenever he was close to Don. Now he was all business. "I know how uncomfortable crowds make you." He said with a grunt. "We can access the charts I want to show you from there." "Sorry, I can't take the time." Don interrupted. "I just wanted you to know that I'll be gone for a few days. Seems that my brother is concerned about the operation." He paused to get and hold the brunet's gaze. "How are you doing Brian?" "Fine!" No thanks to you, Brian thought to himself. "We should be able to resume testing in a few days Boss." And with that, Brian turned away. Brian could feel Don's eyes on his back as he swept back through the room. Don's departure, even for a few days, was a relief for Brian had just made several significant discoveries that needed his immediate attention. In the old days, before the transformation, there would have been no thought of hiding such information from his colleague-friend, but now... The forced imprisonment had broken the contract. In the basement of his home already existed a new device. Once you begin to understand the basic principles, and he smiled to himself, no massive facility was necessary. The whine of the motor on Howard's wheel chair jarred Don from his reverie. While his brother was only 9 years older than he, that is before Don's transformation, there had always been a great gap in their apparent age. While Don had played at his science, his older brother had worked tirelessly at building the family wealth. And the effort had been performed at great cost to Howard's body. Since last year's stroke, his brother had been confined to the wheel chair. His florid face gave full testimony to the still rampant hypertension and his thin white hair his age. Howard's willingness to expend substantial family funds on the Fairy Godmother Project was based, in no small part, upon his desire to have a new, young body. Like Don. However, he was unwilling to give up his manhood, at least not yet. "Howie." Began Don with concern in both his voice and face. "We could safely run you through the device now." "I've read the reports Don and well not yet. But that brings me to the real reason I needed to see you. We have a major problem developing. It's your ex- wife." Don's mouth twisted into a grimace. "How so?" "She's making a run to take over the business, all of it. And before you say that it's impossible, let me explain. She plans to have you declared dead. In fact, her lawyers have already gotten an injunction which has tied my hands for the time being in certain sensitive areas. Don, legally, I can't prove that you're alive! With 30 percent of a multi- billion dollar enterprise in free fall..." "Howie, she's got no rights to my share even if I were declared dead!" "But your daughter does! And it will be three more years before she reaches her majority. Claudia will have full legal control until then." "Still, it's only 30 percent." "You're forgetting about our minor partners. Between the five of them there's another 25 percent. Combined, well it's a majority Don. And that brings me to the second point. Our partners and your EX have already concluded a tentative agreement." "That BITCH! She knows that I'm alive. I mean, I see my daughter every chance I get. Damn!" "And those five old men, as you always called them, were on a witch hunt anyway Don, even before your EX got involved. Too many of their assets were going into that rat-hole you've been operating in Death Valley. To make a long story short, they're planning a visit at the facility next weekend. Under the circumstances Don, we need their support. Just thought you should know." "If you don't mind Howie, I think I'll not stay the night. I'm not sure of what I can do but they must not be allowed to terminate the operation." "Keep me informed!" "Of course." "Excuse my English, but Doc why in the Hell do ya want a new floor in the laboratory, I mean, the present structure..." With a wave of his hand, the red head dismissed him. "Just see that it's done by this weekend. The whole floor at precisely the same level as the platform. And take down those rails." Tony was muttering to himself as he walked away. "The whole idea of the raised platform and the new rails was to avoid accidents like what happened to Gordon. I don't understand." As Tony left the office he encountered his immediate supervisor, the woman that used to be a man. "Doc Anderson?" He said, nodding his head toward the office door behind him. "The Boss wants to bring up the floor to the same level as the platform. Could you talk to her, I mean him, please. I mean, well its not safe, that's what I think." As the unhappy technician walked away, Brian finally resolved that something had to be done. Don's treatment of the Gordons may have been only poor judgment but He had an idea of what Don was going to do, though why was a mystery. Why create an opportunity for an accident with the device? "Problem?" Called out Don as Brian entered the room. "More like worried. The laboratory modification Don, you seem to be inviting a problem. Don stiffened noticeably. "Its NOTHING for you to be concerned about." "Don, your lack of perspective, your neurotic need to recover your manhood, has put the whole project in danger. Either you should terminate your direct involvement in the project or solve your attitude problem..." Don interrupted Brian impatiently. "NEUROTIC! There's a lot more going on than your aware of Bri." "Be patient, it might take years to solve your problem Don." "I just wish I could be as comfortable with my change as you seem to be but that's not really the issue NOW!" Don answered curtly. He was becoming increasingly angry at Brian's tone of voice. "Maybe you can be." "Huh?" "Maybe it would help to run you through the device at our baseline setting." "WHAT!..." "Don, you have been miserable for what, two and a half years. With a little adjustment of your attitude..." "Brian, I want to be a man again, not a well adjusted woman!" Disgust registered on his face. "While I APPRECIATE your CONCERN, Dr. Anderson-" And the small woman glared at Brian, "You are over stepping your bounds! NOW if you have NOTHING more to contribute..." Brian left the office none the wiser regarding Don's motives. It was clear that Don was out of control. Considering the power at Don's fingertips, the situation was turning ghastly. Weekends were generally indistinguishable from week days at the Cedar-Death Valley Research Center but this weekend would be different. Don had essentially ordered the entire site shut down. In the guise of a holiday for his hard working employees, all were enjoying a weekend in Los Vegas at corporate expense, except the converted ones and the security personnel, after all, the visit was supposed to be a surprise. Ha! There were twenty of them in the party that suddenly descended upon the Center. The five old, wealthy men, required an extensive staff. "Miss," George Koss was acting as the spokesperson for the group. It was obvious that he wasn't pleased to be told that a young woman who couldn't be more than 17 was in charge. "I find it totally impossible to accept the fact that a multi-million dollar facility, some of which is OUR MONEY, rests in the hands of one SO YOUNG!" He was stunning in the golden-red dress that exactly matched his hair. There was no evidence of his normal "masculine" manner in this "chance" meeting. "OH!" He gushed in an exaggerate feminine manner. "Everyone is gone Sir. The staff is on a holiday weekend. I was just ready to leave myself when you arrived." Freddy Grimes poked his associate in the ribs and whispered. "This is a perfect opportunity to check this place out. No "planned tour". Things look as bad here as Claudia said. What a waste of money." "If you don't mind Miss, as owners of this place, we demand to be shown around!" "Oh! But of course." Simpered Don. His eyes widened. "You must see the laboratory." And then he whispered in a conspiratory voice. "They say that they can turn lead into gold there! Really!" "Lead on girl." Ordered Mr. Koss. The gaggle of men followed the gently swaying figure down the hall and into an impressively large but generally vacant room. "Some bod!" Someone commented behind her. "Thank you!" He called out gaily over his shoulder. "But Gentlemen, you haven't seen anything yet." Feminine laughter filled his voice. "We can make ANYTHING in this room. Now if you will simply step to the rear I'll show you." Freddy groused to the assembled group. "There's nothing here girlie." "Now you just wait a second Sir, I think you'll change your mind when you see the bevy of beauties..." "What?" "Chicks, gentlemen:" Don allowed his voice to grow more harsh, maidens, women, girls, what ever you want to call them." He continued to talk even after he has triggered the release of the platform. "Birds, skirts, babes, cunts the labels are endless!" Even as she spoke, the transformation was in progress. Several pitched over while others simply sat down. George Koss somehow remained standing as the transformation progressed. On cue, the security personnel arrived. The sweet, feminine charm has vanished from his voice and manner. "Take them to the holding cells down stairs. One to a room! Harry?" "Yes Dr. Arnold?" His security chief looked alarmed. "They're to remain under CONSTANT observation until the choppers arrive. Jake, order the aircraft in NOW!" "Howie?" Don's voice revealed his excitement. "I just wanted you to know that I've got a short term solution to our problem. Right! Two can play that game. Oh God no! I didn't kill them. I just had them transformed into women...Yea! all of them. Just declare them dead like Claudia is trying to do to me. Yea! It could take years to get this straightened out. Yes, yes, I didn't know that. Sorry Howie, I'll get back to you later. I'm going to join our converts. The Laguna Beach facility, that's right. Keep them locked up? No way. I'll set them free in swim suits. Ha! You want to see Koss in a swim suit? Thanks, we'll talk later. Bye!" Don hung up the phone and went to his helicopter for the short ride to Laguna. Under the current circumstances, the Laguna Beach facility was ideal for the handling of the large group of unwilling subjects. Although the compound itself was both smaller and much closer to civilization, only three mile from the Pacific Coast Highway, the fact that most of Don's staff were now located at the Cedar-Death Valley plant meant that there were ample accommodations for the twenty "newies". Indeed, for the first several days, while they were "getting acquainted" with their new bodies, Don wanted them isolated, especially from each other. To be transformed, suddenly, into a young person of the opposite sex was one thing. But to "continue" to be that way, day-after- day, alone without social support, a "burning-in" of the reality of the transformation, concluded Don, was essential. They must know that this change was no trick, no drug induced illusion but a total and potentially permanent alteration of their physical aspect. Once Don was sure that this "lesson" had been learned, he had hoped to meet with each in turn to resolve their individual destinies. In some cases, that process might take several weeks. Unfortunately, Don' plan was coming apart at the seams. Time was something he was not going to be given enough of...his administrative staff at the Cedar- Death Valley site were being swamped by requests-no demands from civil authorities family members business associates regarding the disposition of the "missing party". The level of the pressure was substantially higher than even Don had expected. Kidnapping, of course, was a serious offense. The authorities were demanding to be admitted to the Cedar-Death Valley facility. In spite of the dangers inherent in such an action, he authorized full and free access. Thank God, he thought, most of the staff had been in Los Vegas. And the staff that had participated in the removal of the "clients" were here in Laguna. It was up to Brian to keep the hounds away from the Laguna Beach Facility, at least for a few days. Don's ill conceived entrapment of the party of twenty merely confirmed Brian's assessment of the situation. Don's compulsion to find a solution for his situation, a need that seemed to escalate rather than decline with time, had clouded his judgment. He was no longer fit to direct a scientific study of this phenomenon. Indeed, his lack of objectivity as reflected in the insane events of the last twenty four hours threatened the whole enterprise. If, or rather when, the real purpose of the Cedar-Death Valley facility became known...When the public became aware of what had been happening...Brian decided that it was time to leave. His continued affiliation with the Cedar-Death Valley facility would serve no useful purpose and his personal contract with Dr. Donald Arnold was clearly at an end. The slender brunet was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and matching work shirt. His long dark, hair spilled across his shoulders like a cape. This casual disarray accentuated rather than distracted from the youthful features unmarked by makeup. The child, for "she" looked no more than 17 years old, and her blue sun bleached Toyota was waved through the blockade set up by the local police, without incident. As Brian turned his car toward the interstate and freedom, the muscles on his small, feminine body finally began to relax. He had one last glimpse of the site of his transformation from the rear-view mirror but his mind was already focused upon the future. Chapter 4 Harry Beckman, chief of security at the Cedar-Death Valley Research Center, was on the phone with his boss. "Dr. Arnold? I don't know how to say this...Dr. Anderson's gone. No, he just split. Yes, his car too. Dr. Arnold. We got every kind of law enforcement here you can imagine. And the media..." His voice trailed off, anguish was evident in the man's voice. "Boss I don't have any control over the facility now. Those bastards from the FBI...they're in everybody's face...Shit! I'll talk to you later if I can...Tony just told me the S.O.B.s have broken into the Translation Chamber." Special Agent Paul Williams was a tall, powerfully built black man. As he entered the chamber, his partner, already standing in the middle of the empty space said, "So what's the big deal? Those Stoops out there acted like this was the Holy-of-Holy. I mean, there's nothing here!" His voice range harshly in the chamber. Special Agent Williams hadn't come this far in an agency that was less than sympathetic with affirmative action by being casual. Unlike his partner he had already spotted several interesting features of this laboratory. The slight change in the reflections off the floor caught his eye. The rear of the room was...and he was still assessing this fact as he crossed on to the now lowered platform. "Something's not right here." He said as he pointed down toward the floor. Even as he reached down to touch the surface with his bare hands his partner cautioned him. "Maybe we should wait until some of the lab boys get here?" At the instant Paul touched the surface, he felt a queer, though not painful, sensation pass through his body. "OOPS!" He exclaimed. At the sound of his partners voice, the older man jerked about, "OOPS?" He echoed. "OOPS what?" His eyes grew big as he watched the rapid transformation of his powerfully built partner into a slender brunet. "Something's wrong Jake!" Mewed the small female. "Damn! Something's terribly wrong!" The child was staring at the slender, white hand that was squeezing one small but well defined breast. His partner froze in position. Ignoring the plaintive cries, he pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Herman, this is Blake! Contact Washington!" Then in a slow, measured voice he continued, "Seal this place off from EVERYONE! NOW!" He listened for a few moments and then added. "Yes, National Security. They'll need to assemble the best damn team they can find. And damn it get the civilians off this site! Of course! Especially the MEDIA!" George Koss, 73 years old, was wealthy by all standards, except in health. A bad heart, liver and advanced arthritis, ensured that he was constantly aware of his own mortality, was staring, with rapt fascination, at the young woman in the mirror. She mimicked perfectly his every movement. Tight fitting white short-shorts hung desperately low on her slender hips. The gap between the pants and the vivid pink halter top which barely covered her erect and pointy tits, was accentuated by a most charming navel. He turned so as to be able to look over his shoulder. As nice a rear-end as he had ever seen, he mused. And the legs... At that moment, the door to his room was opened. Startled, his generous brown eyes widened as he turned to face his unexpected visitor. A young man, obviously one of the employees by his uniform, greeted him nervously. "Dr. Arnold has instructed me to tell you that you are free to go. Ah-" He paused. "If you wish, there will be a bus that will take you and the rest of your group into town Laguna Beach. We'll be unable to return you directly to Cedar-Death Valley Sir..." "George Ross is the name!" Interrupted the slender girl. "Damn it! MR. GEORGE ROSS! And I want to KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" He ended in a shriek. But the young man had already fled the room. George's new, young body had plenty of vocal power. A fact that the he-she displayed more than adequately, but as he stepped out in to the hallway, there was nobody there. At last, quietly, he began his hurried walk to freedom. Dr. Donald Arnold watched from his office high above the parking area at the side of the building as the girls, all 20 of them, assembled by the bus. Their shrill voices cut the clear marine air like a flock of seagulls descending upon a feast. Twenty sets of white shorts and pink halters, scurrying around frantically was almost comical. And then, much to Don's surprise, a sense of order was quickly restored. The girl in the middle must be Koss, Don muttered to himself. The masters were identified and their underlings formed into protective clots around their respective leaders. In a few moments, the last of this gaggle entered the waiting bus. Now standing alone, her small face turned up toward the window where Don stood watching, the small woman made a defiant gesture: she gave him the finger. How ironic, thought Don. Fuck you indeed! The Laguna Beach facility was closed down on his orders as it had never been before. In a few minutes, Don would be completely alone. Should he attempt to return to the Cedar- Death Valley facility or simply wait here until...What? Brian Anderson reached Las Vegas without incident. His car, which he perceived had became a liability (he had to assume that the authorities were or would be looking for him), was abandoned near the bus station. But he had no plans to use the bus. In fact, Las Vegas was the perfect hide-out for a young, attractive woman who wanted to disappear for awhile. He traveled light, for now. In a small bag he carried a change of clothing and something else, something special. A few minutes shopping, the brunet had bought everything that she would need for her first of several transformations. In a run down motel just off the strip, she cut and colored her hair a bright red. It took Brian at least eight attempts before he had successfully created the look that he wanted with the makeup, loose but naive. More important, it made him look younger, if that were possible. And then the clothes. In spite of the fact that he had been a female for several weeks, he had yet to seriously experiment with high heels. Walking in them, especially with the tight skirt which restricted his stride in an unfamiliar fashion, was difficult. Worse, as he watched himself in the mirror, the image he projected was decidedly unfeminine. That evening, fully dressed and made up, Brian left the safety of the room to cruise the strip. With his heart in his throat and full knowledge that at any moment he could be faced with disaster, he began his search. Good looks, if not feminine grace, and a generous application of money eventually led Brian to the man he wanted. Fully conscious for the first time just how vulnerable a woman can be especially if that woman looked like a girl child runaway, Brian entered the small shop at the end of a side street, ironically it was but a few feet from the room he had exited long hours before. "Mr. Smith," he said after wetting his lips grown dry from nervousness. The grizzled man nodded his head but said nothing. A tough character, his eyes focused briefly upon Brian's cleavage and then slid slowly down the figure before returning to Brian's face. It was obvious he liked what he saw. Finally, a small smile flickered across his face. "How can I do ya babe?" "I was told that you might be able to help me. I need new identification papers." He squinted at the driver's license. Obviously this child was not the middle aged man pictured. "Hump Brian Anderson, where ya get it?" He grunted. "Old Man?" "Yea! My old man. Pretty bad know. Had to get away from home. Any-how the bastard..." "Cool-it Kid. This ain't no charity no how. Run away? OK. You want to be say 21? Maybe so you can work in a club? OK? I can do it. No problem! But its going to cost ya. What-you-got besides that pussy?" "Twenty bucks mister?" "Kid we're talking color pictures, talking lamination, we're talking lots of trouble know? Three hundred and fifty bucks and something on the side if ya get my message." He was now looking unabashedly at her tits. "When?" "Tonight I take your picture, tomorrow morning..." "Done!" "Sit here!" He ordered. Within a few seconds he had taken Brian's picture, finding time and opportunity to slide his hand across Brian's ass and then tweaking "her" right breast as he lined "her" up with a neutral back-screen. Brian had never been touched before in this fashion, neither as a man, nor certainly, as a woman. He felt violated, threatened and yet, surprisingly, titillated. Being a sex object was a novel experience but something he would have to learn to live with. It was all an act, a part to play, rationalized Brian. Having watched countless women control and manipulate men, Brian had some idea of what to do but still his heart was hammering with anxiety when he reached up and let his finger tips slide down the side of the man's face, his nails digging ever so slightly into the man's flesh. "Yea!" Growled Mr. Smith. "What's your name honey?" "Betty. Betty Marie Smith." He grinned. If it was good enough for him, it would do me just fine. "Well Ms. Smith, if you can make me real happy, ya know, I can make you a couple of more documents. Useful things, ya know, like the state health certificates the clubs require." But even as the man was speaking, his hand, now sliding down Brian's back first caught and then pulled at the zipper of Brian's dress. The sound of the zipper, the sudden reduction in the tension of the fabric