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DNA: Snapshots,
or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Virus
By Stephanie
"Martha, willya look at this crap!"
"What is it, Wilbur? I'm busy in the kitchen."
"You gotta see this. Some quack has found a way to change people
with some drug."
"Oh, that. Sounds too good to be true if you ask me."
"Just think of what you could do with it. You could get a new
body which wasn't so saggy!"
"Yeah? Well you could get one that wasn't hung like a chipmunk!"
***
"Do you think she's ready for that?" Lucy's mother asked. "I
don't want to be one of those parents that push their kids too
far too fast."
The instructor nodded. "I wouldn't suggest it unless she really
was ready, but she has a level of control over that horse that is
almost uncanny. I've never seen a twelve-year-old with her innate
ability. You've seen the way she tackles out courses. It's
almost as if her and the horse are one being."
***
The audience applauded as Alisha turned to the camera. "Welcome
back! Today subject's is 'I'm having an affair with a woman half
my age and I'm proud'. She turned to the stage where a fifty year
old balding man sat with a twenty-year-old, very well-endowed
woman. "Bill, you left your wife of thirty years to be with
Shelly. Do you really think your betrayal is something to be
proud of?"
"I don't see it as betrayal," Bill replied. "My wife and I
drifted apart to the point where we fought all the time. She
hates me and I hate her. I'm better off without her. If she was
here today, I'd tell her to get a toyboy of her own and leave me
the hell alone."
The audience booed happily. Alisha smiled, "Well, you can tell
her yourself! Anna, come on in!"
The audience roared it's approval as an overweight and clearly
very angry middle aged woman marched on stage and lunged straight
for her husband. She was quickly pulled off him by security, but
she was laughing rather than angry as she was held by them.
Bill looked down to see a small syringe sticking out of his chest.
"What the hell is this?"
"You made a vow to spend the rest of your life with me," his wife
shouted at him. "I'm just making sure you will."
The audience quietened down as they saw Bill's shirt start to
expand. He was one of the last to realize and by the time he
looked down his shirt was already tight from the large breasts
growing underneath. His body started to swell as the virus ran
through his system. One by one his shirt buttons failed under the
strain and his massive, flabby cleavage was revealed to all.
His shaking hands touched his new mammaries in fear. Then they
dived between his legs as he felt his crotch pull in on
itself. "No!" he screamed, his voice already an exact duplicate
of his wife's.
***
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***
"Wilbur? I don't feel so good."
"You feel a sorta churning in your stomach, Martha?
"Y-Yeah, how did you know?
"The guy I got the DNA stuff off said it'd feel odd at first."
"DNA! Wilbur, what have you done!?"
"Calm down, for christsakes! You should be thanking me. This'll
add years to your life and give you a sexy, tight, young body
again. Just like when I first met you."
"My body, my body!"
"There, that's it. Almost done! Dear God, Martha. You are one
sexy chick!"
"M-my skin. It's different."
"Here have a look at your new self in the mirror. It's a vast
improvement."
"Oh God! I-I'm Chinese!"
"Korean actually. I got the sample off of an illegal immigrant.
You really are very hot. Let's give that new body of yours a good
try out."
***
"Okay," the police detective said slowly, "lets just go through
this again."
The black hooker sitting across the table from him nodded
hesitantly.
"Your real name is Jesus Martinez, not Trixie and you're an
illegal immigrant from Mexico."
"Si, that's right," the woman replied, "they told me that if I
gave them all my money they'd give me the body change virus for a
legal US citizen."
The policeman laughed, "Well, they _did_ actually do that."
"Yes, but they didn't tell me it was a woman's! Then when they
got me here they wouldn't let me go and made me work in... that
place. You can change me back into a man? I don't care about
being deported, just change me back!"
"Ah, well, you see it isn't as easy as that." The policeman tried
to work out how to tell the transformed man that the stronger,
and more dangerous, form of the virus had been used on him/her
and he was stuck that way.
***
"Lucy, I can't believe you are thinking about this...
abomination!"
"You've seen how good I am with horses, becoming a centaur is the
next step! I'm eighteen, I know what I'm doing."
"I did not go through all the effort of raising a daughter simply
to let her turn herself into an animal!"
"Mom! A centaur is not an animal! They are a people with all the
intelligence and beauty of humans combined with the strength and
power of a horse!"
"You do this... thing and you're not my daughter! Understood?"
"Totally."
***
"There you are. One vial of Cindy Crawford."
"This had better be genuine!"
"Relax, I wouldn't stay in business long if I cheated my
clients."
"How did you get hold of her DNA?"
"We picked hair samples out of a hotel she was staying in. No
matter how thoroughly they try to clean up after a star,
something always get left behind."
"It's for a friend of mine you understand, not me."
"Hey, buddy. How you use it is totally up to you."
"But how would my friend explain becoming Cindy Crawford?"
"Just tell them you were attacked by a gang of kids who did it to
you, I mean your friend. The police might not believe you, but
how can they prove you're lying?"
***
"I think it's totally reasonable. In this country we lose
millions of working days every year due to illness. If the
workers at our plants were given bodies that were not prone to
illness then they could work harder and advance up the
promotional ladder faster. Of course it's not compulsory, but
someone that shows that level of commitment to their job will
naturally rise faster."
***
"Today on Alisha we'll be meeting some guests from the past. You
can't have forgotten Bill, who became the first person to be
transformed by the DNA Virus live on air."
Alisha turned to the stage. "So, Bill, has been turned into a
duplicate of your wife affected your relationship with Shelly?"
"No, it hasn't," said the middle-aged woman on the stage. She had
lost some weight since she had been transformed, but was still
far heavier than her younger girlfriend.
"If anything," added Shelly, "it's made our love stronger. I love
the person inside, the exterior doesn't matter to me."
"Since I've become a woman, Shelly says I've become a better
lover."
"He knows how a woman feels." Shelly blushed. "You know? What
feels _good_."
***
"I want a divorce, Wilbur. I can't go on like this. I've tried to
make this work, but I just can't get used to seeing a foreign
girl staring back at me from the mirror."
"Don't be stupid, Martha. You can't divorce me. Your DNA was from
an illegal immigrant remember? Try to leave me and I'll have you
deported so fast you won't know what happened."
"Wilbur, you wouldn't?! I'll tell them the truth!"
"Yeah, but would they believe you? What if they didn't? Do you
want to risk that? You could end up deported halfway round the
planet."
***
"Steady, Lucy! Don't rush it! It'll take you quite a time to get
used to having four legs instead of two."
Lucy looked back at the sleek, powerful horses body that she now
possessed from the waist down. She ran a hand across her flanks
and was thrilled to feel her hand brushing over her. This was all
part of her! "This is fantastic!" she told her counsellor. "It's
way better than I expected."
Her counsellor laughed, "Just wait until you're co-ordinated
enough to run. There's nothing like it on Earth."
She leaned forward hesitantly, and looked at the hooves she now
possessed instead of feet. It was real. After all these years of
hopeless dreaming she had finally become what she always known
she should have been.
The counsellor made her practice walking slowly at first. He
understood Lucy's desire to break into a gallop, but he knew she
wasn't ready for it just yet. Finally he led her outside for the
first time since her transformation.
There were over forty centaurs outside the building waiting for
them. Lucy had never seen so many centaurs in one place in her
life, and they were all there waiting for her. It had become an
unofficial ritual for all the centaurs that could get to the
institute to be there when someone joined their community.
As she met each one in turn she felt a kinship she had never
experienced before. One family had turned their back on her, but
a new one was welcoming her into their arms.
***
"And we go over to Stacey Sams for an update on the attack on
ex-president Bill Clinton."
"Thanks Bob, for five hours we've been camped outside Mercy
General waiting for news of Bill Clinton's condition. Initial
reports that he had been shot have proved to be false.
"In the last few minutes we've been told that he was attacked by
a woman armed with a dart. In the attack he sustained a puncture
wound to the arm and was taken here to Mercy General. The wound
was not serious, but it has apparently become obvious that the
dart tip was coated in DNA Virus."
"Stacey, do we know whose DNA was on the dart?"
"We don't as of this time. Rumors that it belonged to Monica
Lewinsky have neither been confirmed or denied."
"Thank you, Stacey. We will of course keep you updated with this
breaking news story."
***
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury. The defendant stands accused
of a terrible crime, but you must not let the horrific charges
blind you to the lack of facts in the case. Yes, the pigs he kept
on his farm were infected with the DNA Virus, but what does that
prove? What farmer hasn't used the DNA Virus to replicate the
best of his animals. With the new fixing agent devised by
Professor Chamberlain there is no possibility of these viruses
transforming humans.
"What we have here is a police force with an embarrassingly large
file of unsolved disappearances of young women. Naturally they
want to clear it up, but rather than solving the case they've
just picked on my client as a convenient scapegoat. There is no
evidence that any of the women went on his farm and the only
reason the police picked on him is the last disappearance was of
a woman who lived ten miles from him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you can't let the police get away with
such an injustice. The real reason for the disappearance of those
women is still out there and if you find my client guilty then it
will still keep on happening and an innocent man will lose his
liberty and, perhaps, his life.
***
"Wilbur, please lets go to the police! You can say I was attacked
by an intruder, no one will have to know it was you! I won't
tell!"
"Martha, I'd like to believe you, but I remember the way you were
before. You always had to get the last word. You always had to
mock anything I ever did. Now stop whining and give me the damn
beer!"
"Here you are, Wilbur. I'm sorry, I had to try."
"You're getting good at pouring these things, just the right
temperature, not too much head. Urrp!"
"What's up, Wilbur? Indigestion?"
"Just some trapped wind, woman."
"Really? A sorta churning in your stomach?"
"Yeah. Why are you smiling? Oh God, no! What the fuck have you
done to me!"
***
"You stay away from those loonies, Tom." his father shouted after
him.
Tom waved back but carried on going. His father worried too much.
He said the new neighbors were members of a weird new cult, but
he often used stronger language. Tom didn't care about that, he
just wanted to look at them.
The first thing he had noticed when they had moved into the large
house next door was that they were all identical, they even
dressed the same and wore their blonde hair the same way. The
second thing he noticed almost immediately was how stunningly
beautiful they were. All women, all identical, but most
importantly to Tom's seventeen year old mind, all with big tits.
There was this tree almost in the center of the field at the back
of their house that allowed him to see right into the cult
members house without being seen himself. They wore tight
revealing clothes when outside, but when inside they would often
go topless, much to Tom's delight. It was inevitable that the
more attention he paid to the women, the less he would pay to the
tree he was hiding in. And so, on a summer's afternoon two months
after the women moved in, he slipped and crashed to the ground.
The ground was still swaying from side to side as he tried to sit
up. He'd scraped his arm badly on the way down, but nothing
seemed to be broken.
"Are you alright?" asked one of the women, in a very sexy voice,
who had hurried out when Tom had fallen noisily to the ground.
"Yeah, I think so," Tom replied. His father was going to kill him
when he found out what he had been up to.
"What were you doing in the tree?"
"Just climbing." It sounded incredibly false to his own ears, but
the woman seemed to accept it. "I better be getting back. Dad
doesn't want me to talk to you."
"I won't tell him if you don't want me to. Just sit still until
the shock passes."
So they talked. He talked about his favourite football team, she
talked about her past life and her religion. She said they were
more a commune than a cult. She said her name was Sophie and Tom
found himself asking if he could come back and talk to her again.
***
Lucy screamed and gripped the vertical bars in front of her. "I
thought childbirth was supposed to be easier for horses!" She
said for the hundredth time.
"It is," said Brian, "but centaurs are a little more complicated,
my love." Brian, like any expectant father was close to panic,
but Lucy was impressed by the way he almost hid it all.
The doctor looked up from Lucy's rear. "We're almost there," she
said. "Now I just need one more push."
Lucy pushed again and felt a movement.
"That's it," the doctor cried. Lucy carefully turned around as
her baby started crying. Sucking air into his lungs for the first
time.
Lucy and Brian held each other as the cord was cut and the baby
was dried and weighed. After what seemed like an eternity the
doctor handed the baby over to Lucy.
Lucy's son's human half looked like it was almost a year-old
already. She had been told to expect this, but she still found it
a surprise.
Centaur births were still rare so she and her son were kept under
constant care for several days. Aaron, as Lucy and Brian had
decided to call him, quickly started trying to stand up. His legs
were very unsteady and he had very little co-ordination to speak
of, but the floor was cushioned and absorbed his frequent falls.
Within 48 hours though, he was taking his first steps.
***
"S-so, you believe me, officer?"
"Yes, we do, Martha. This sort of thing happens far too
frequently and its the job of me and the team to sift the real
cases from the fakes and frauds. It's not usually this clear cut,
but I'm confidant you are who you say you are."
"Oh, thank God! My husband had me convinced you'd deport me on
the spot."
"Talking of which, do you have any idea where he might be?"
"No, if he's not with any of his friends I don't know where he
went. When he accidentally caught my DNA Virus he just got out of
the house as quickly as possible. All I can tell you is that he
looks exactly the same as I do now."
***
The young centaur wrestled with the older woman's leg. He found
an unchanged human leg absolutely fascinating. Especially the
flexible foot with the small toes.
"Aaron, leave your Grandma's leg alone." Lucy said from the wide
doorway to the kitchen.
"It's alright," Lucy's mother said. "He's a lovely kid."
"To be honest I never thought I'd see you again."
"I read every one of the letters you sent. I kept them all in
fact. It was only when you said you had a child of your own that
it finally dawned on me that I had made a bad mistake. You might
be half- horse now, but you're still my daughter."
"You still don't like the idea?" Lucy said.
"No, but what sort of parent would turn their own flesh and blood
away because they've done something stupid like getting their
navel pierced or--"
"--or turned themselves into a monster?"
"Ah, yeah I did say that, didn't I?"
"It happens a lot for centaurs," Lucy said. "Many of the people
here don't talk to their families anymore. Some prefer it that
way, though I don't think it's a good idea to cut ourselves off
from non- centaurs."
Aaron ran around the room and then looked up at his grandmother.
"Why don't you fall over when you stand? Did you lose your other
legs? Why are your feet so funny?"
"Sorry, Mom." Lucy said. "He's only used to being around other
centaurs."
"It's okay." She looked down at her grandson. "You'll have to
take him round the rest of the family so he can get more used to
us."
"Let's go see them right now!" Lucy said suddenly.
"What, now?"
"Why not. No time like the present!"
Lucy's mom smiled, "I suppose not."
***
"Now are you sure you understand everything we have told you?"
Sophie asked Tom. "To undo what you are about to do could be very
dangerous."
"I understand," Tom replied, his mouth dry.
"Here you are then," Sophie replied handing over a small vial
containing a clear liquid.
Tom had thought long and hard about what he was about to do. He
decided that he done all the thinking he could possibly do on the
subject so he uncorked the vial and quickly downed the contents.
He felt his stomach start to writhe as the virus got immediately
to work. He tried to imagine the virus spreading through his body
rebuilding him cell by cell, but he found the idea almost
impossible to believe. The results of their work quickly became
apparent. The virus reached his skin and he felt his chest start
to blossom into two large, but firm, breasts; exactly the same as
Sophie's.
Tom cupped them in his still-male hands and laughed. "This is
fantastic," he whispered. His Adam's apple had melted away
leaving him with the sultry voice all the women had there.
Sophie grinned as she took one of his hands and held it in her
own. "This is just the start, believe me."
Tom felt the virus move down through his hips which widened. He
shifted to get comfortable and waited for his crotch to be
changed as well. His arousal was clearly obvious to Sophie, but
she had told him not to be worried about that. It was natural to
be extremely turned on by the idea of being transformed into the
ideal shape. She had been exactly the same.
Now that erection died away as the entire penis was drawn back
into Tom's body. This was the moment he had been waiting months
to experience; ever since he had first talked to Sophie. He was
now a she. A woman. Perfect in every way!
The strange feeling of change rippled past her vision and then
her soft new hair was falling down her back.
Sophie was still holding her hand; a much more refined and
feminine hand than it had been a few moments before.
"Do you want to see yourself?" Sophie asked.
"Of course I do!" Tom laughed in her sexy new voice.
Sophie helped her to her feet and walked her to the mirror. Tom
luxuriated in the feeling of his breasts bobbing and pulling as
she took each step. The long, blonde hair swished across her bare
back.
Looking in the mirror, Tom could see two twins staring back. The
one wearing clothes looked delighted while the naked one looked
dumbstruck. Then the second one started to laugh.
***
"So you're the chick who used to be a guy?"
"I'm still a man, even if I have a woman's body!"
"Whatever... Wilbur, right?"
"Yeah."
"So you can't go to the authorities you say. You're in some sort
of trouble?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"I bet you wouldn't, but I need to know exactly what trouble
you're in. So I know how badly they're looking for you. Unless
you don't want my help."
"No, no I do! I got the DNA Virus and used it on my wife."
"So she looks like you do now? But apart from that she's okay?"
"Yeah, she passed the virus on to me."
"Thought so, well I have a supply of 'fixer' that will stop you
passing the virus on so easily then you can work for me."
"W-where do you want me to work?"
"I have this bar nearby. Men come in and buy you drinks, then
after a little while they buy you for an hour or two and, well,
you can guess the rest."
"You mean I have to... to..."
"Let them fuck you? Yeah. You wouldn't believe the number of men
who like to fuck women who used to be men. It gives them an added
thrill."
"I-I can't do that!"
"You only have to ask yourself one simple question: 'Do I want to
eat?' At least this way you get your own room. Now, what do you
say?"
"Alright, I'll do it."
"That's my girl. Come on then. I don't think we'll bother
changing your name. Having a hot chick called Wilbur will only
turn them on more."
***
And so it goes on...
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