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My Name Was...
By Matthew Phillips
THE WORDS OF MATT
My name is... was... might be... Matt. I have little time
left to tell my story, but I feel that it is vital to the
survival of the human race that I let my tragedy out.
I lived as a full timed student attending a college, states
away from any family or close friends. Mostly I would spend
my time on studies or surfing the Internet. Growing up I
always wanted to make a difference in the world. I wanted
to accomplish something that would leave my name in history
books for children to learn about. I decided that science
would offer me such an opportunity, at least with all the
ground breaking work being done in genetics.
My first fours years of college went by rather fast. I took
the normal biology and chemistry classes one needs in order
to earn a proper science major. My high grades compared to
the rest of my classmates made it easy for me to find a job
working at the local institution in town called Bio-Tech.
They hired me after two interviews and although I knew they
worked on genetics, that was as far as my job description
went...
"Hello Mr. Korth." said Professor Jones to me on my first
day at Bio-Tech, "It is very exciting to have such a fresh
young mind out of school to help us on our research."
"Well, I plan to do my best sir."
"That's good son, very good. Let's quit the chitchat and
get to the details of your new assignment. Here at Bio-Tech
we work on expanding the human race's knowledge of the
human DNA..."
He continued for about 30 minutes explaining to me that I
was to test various drugs on hamsters, and recording the
various results of the experiments. He furthered the
briefing by telling me that if I was successful at this
task that I could move up to actual drug production, but
Bio-Tech was about steps. Finishing the lecture, Professor
Jones led me through a series of double doors and took me
to my new lab facility.
"This is it!" Professor remarked as we entered the door
marked Dr. Johnson.
"Why does the door say Dr. Johnson." I interrogated my
boss.
"This lab belonged to Dr. Johnson a few weeks ago but as he
showed Bio-Tech improvement in his work he was able to take
steps up the ladder."
His explanation reassured my want to work at Bio-Tech; I
knew that this was a place where I could attain my goal of
becoming famous.
Days and nights passed and I continued work on the
hamsters. I would watch some die and others would become
more energetic then a hamster should safely be. Always
looking for a way to improve my position at Bio-Tech, I
thoroughly jotted down all my observations in an on going
journal. Professor Jones would check my journal every few
weeks and tell me that my work was good and to keep it up.
This perfunctory job continued for almost half a year until
I began to notice something.
I noticed that the hamsters were beginning to act
strangely. One in particular would make strange noises
every 4 hours. As normal I would jot down these
observations in the notebook and continue my work. As the
week ended and Professor Jones came to check my journal, he
took longer reading then usual. Finally after putting the
book down he told me that tomorrow we should have a meeting
in his office and that he was quite impressed with my fast
and successful.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Korth. Today is a big day for you,
due to your successful progress on the hamsters I am
stepping you up to a new assignment. You will begin to test
on humans."
My stomach hit the ground. "What do you mean... humans?" I
asked with a lump in my throat.
"Well you have proven your trustworthiness to Bio-Tech and
it's time for you to join the rest of us on the upper
level."
"I can't do that, what about the ethics? What about the
legal issues? I'm sorry Professor Jones, but you'll have to
count me out, I refuse to work in such a manner."
"Very well Mr. Korth, we here at Bio-Tech always like to
plan ahead, let's just say our experimenting makes us good
at hypothesizing. Since we figured there would be a time
when someone refused us, we have devised a second
alternative, a 'lower' step, if you will. You had your
chance to be a part of the scientist team but now you leave
us no choice but to make you a part of the 'hamsters'."
Upon hearing such threatening words, I started for the
door. It wasn't until about 4 steps that realized I wasn't
moving any more. My body had ceased to continue moving. In
the next 30 seconds I saw Professor Jones push a button on
a remote controller, heard a beeping sound, and blacked
out.
I awoke strapped to a table in a laboratory room I had
never seen before. I tried to move but the harnesses were
too tight. After ceasing my struggle I heard a familiar
voice, it was Professor Jones talking to two men whom I had
never seen or heard before. After hearing both agree to
Professor's requests, I felt myself being transported. I
was still strapped to the table but I was being carried to
a large glass machine, which resembled an egg. The two men
who I could now see placed me, table and all, inside the
machine, which had been opened by a remote control help by
Professor Jones. With another push of the button the
machine door closed again leaving me helpless inside.
It was also at the moment in which with the door's closing
actions, I saw a glimpse of a hamster cage. It wouldn't
have drawn my attention, but it was not a normal one.
Inside I saw not hamsters but some sort of creature with a
skin tone color fabric hanging from its rear end. As I
tried to understand my observations I heard the beep of the
Professor's remote and a white gas quickly filled the
machine.
"This is it my friends, this is moment we have all been
waiting for. It is time to see whether our hard work has
paid off and if this is finally the right mixture."
"What are you doing to me!" I cried out as I began to get
woozy from the gas.
"Ah Yes! Mr. Korth I forgot you could still hear me while
in that contraption. This is my life's work. You are being
treated with a chemical similar to that you were inducing
into the hamsters except this gas form will act twice as
fast. It will alter your DNA by transforming you into first
a mannequin and then a hose form. As you can see you never
let me finish telling you yesterday that Bio-Tech really is
B.I.O. Tech, which stands for Building Inanimate Objects.
The hamsters that you administered the drug to were
unfortunately too small for the effects of the drug and
only received half of the side effects. You on the other
hand will hopefully turn out successful and end my life's
attempt to make 'live' models."
***
It has been almost 3 months now and I know that the
hamsters took 6 months to start reacting. I have been
placed in a cell inside the laboratory and I live with
Frank, another human hamster. Frank was treated with a
similar gas but the effects did not work. Because he could
not be allowed to roam free, he has been kept in the
prison. Franks says that he has been here for years and
plans to die in the cell.
"Ohh... my stomach hurts Frank, I think it's time."
"I'm sorry man, I'm here for you if you need my support,
I'll walk you through the process side by side. Is there
anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes... you must finish... my journal... Jones never knew I
still had it... you must get it to the public and... oww it
hurts... make sure no one else... su... ff... er...
sssssss."
FRANK
What could I do, he was my friend for 3 months. I had to
continue his quest, besides the fact that I had my own
motives for revenge.
I sat there in the cell and watched my friend suffer in
pain. He rolled around like a squealing pig. He grabbed his
stomach and suddenly began to shake violently. I knew that
Jones would be coming soon to see this horrible deed so I
quickly hid the journal.
When Jones entered, Matt had already begun to gain a shiny
texture to his skin. His eyes rolled back into his head and
his clothes melted away. His penis shriveled up and entered
his body to leave nothing in it's place. His body hair fell
off and slowly the mannequin slowly showed resemblance.
Matt, who Jones now referred to as Matilda, began to grow
breasts and a vagina to accompany his new female
appearance. Matt's short black hair was falling out and new
long blonde strands were climbing down the back of neck. I
tried to talk to him but his new red lips were sealed shut
by the plastic they were made of.
Soon Matt lay on the ground shaped as new perfect female
mannequin. Prof. Jones seemed pleased but a look of
disappoint still remained on his face.
"I don't understand why the rest didn't finish?" the mad
man proclaimed.
All of a sudden the mannequin began to shake again and the
professor regained his smile. Soon the mannequin's body
collapsed, deflating similarly like a balloon. Then within
a few minutes the top half of the object shriveled up into
the lower half and the shape of panty hose began to form. I
felt the material and the nylon made my body shiver.
Finally, the hose puffed back up into a mannequin shape to
finalize the panty hose form.
I figured that the doctor would be disappointed at the
finish of the actions but he turned to me and said. "My
friend Matt has finished his fate of saying no to me but I
must express my deepest apologies to you because by
touching the hose form you have allowed the chemicals put
into Matt, to be released inside your own body. In time
this will allow you to suffer the same fate as he did. I'll
be seeing you around..."
My stomach sank in those words but I knew the Professor
wasn't lying. As he left I took out the journal, finished
it off as Matt had asked, and flushed it down the cell
toilet in hopes that it will some day be found by the right
person, as I sit here and await my destiny...
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