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A Second Chance By Mister Double-U Howard Elton sat in his prison cell as he had for the past 30 years. The face of the young girl he brutally murdered stared from his mind's eye. Her delicate features; bright blue eyes, short brown hair, and angelic face. Then the look as he sliced her throat; those blue eyes filling with tears, her short brown hair covered in blood and her angelic face frozen in a mask of horror. Howard Elton cried at this thought from 30 years ago. He cried often now. He contemplated suicide, but knew that would mean he would be tormented for all eternity in the fiery pit of hell. There was nothing he could do. The door opened on that morning and a large guard walked in. "Warden wants to see you, Elton." He said, his voice gruff. Elton got off his bunk and followed the guard out of his cell and down the long corridor into the Warden's office. He had long since stopped disobeying the guard's orders. Three broken ribs, a busted nose and numerous other injuries made sure of that. The Warden's office was a large room. He had pictures and citations on his wall from his 15 years of service to the state. There was an oak desk, surrounded by three well- padded chairs. The guard knocked and the two men entered. The warden looked up. He was a chubby man, with frameless glasses and a large receding hairline. He took a puff of his cigarette, picked up a file and leaned back in his leather chair. "Sit down, Mr. Elton." He said. He walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. The Warden nodded at the guard and he left, closing the door behind him. The Warden flipped through the file. "Certainly was a shame what happened to that girl, wasn't it?" he said, taking another drag of his cigarette. Elton looked down, ashamed. "15 years old. Raped, beaten and murdered. Tsk, tsk." He continued. "Such a waste." Elton looked up. Tears were in his eyes. The Warden threw the file on his desk and leaned in. "That's not why I called you here." He continued. "According to your file, you've been here 30 years in a life sentence, is that right?" "Yes, sir." Elton replied. "And for the last 25 you've been an exemplary prisoner. No fights. No escape attempts. Absolutely no trouble at all." "Thank you, sir." He replied. "So I'm going to give you an opportunity to correct your past mistakes." The Warden got up from his chair and walked to the other side of the desk. "Have you ever heard of the Time Ship project?" Elton's face lit up. Of course he'd heard about it. Every convict in the entire country has heard of it. "I have sir." He replied again. "But I didn't think it actually existed." "Oh, it does Mr. Elton." The Warden continued. "Let me give you a little history." He got up and walked back to the other side of his desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out another file. He opened it and began to flip through the pages. "Five years ago, a crazy Japanese scientist named Yamato developed the technology to travel in time. The machine was completely unreliable, so it was decided to use convicts to test it. The system worked perfectly." He threw a photo of Yamato in front of Elton. He looked at it. "Based on your exception record here, we're putting you into the Time Ship project. I must warn you, Mr. Elton, that if you screw this up, you will be immediately terminated. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Yes, sir." Elton replied, happily. The Warden walked back to his chair and sat down. He pushed a button on his desk and the door opened. "You will report to the Time Ship tomorrow at 8:00. Good day and good luck." Elton got up and walked out the door. Back at his cell, he began to pack his few belongings into a small bag. The next morning, Elton was taken by the guards and put aboard a small ship that took him to the Time Ship. He was very excited. A chance to correct his mistakes and to change his life. Elton was happier than he'd been in years. The ship docked and two more guards entered and took him to a large room in the front of the ship. A man in a lab coat sat there. The guard cleared his throat and the man looked up. "Dr. Yamato, this is prisoner number 6848954. Howard Elton." The guard said. Yamato stood up and walked eagerly to Elton. He held out his hand and shook his excitedly. "I am so glad that you are here, Mr. Elton." The doctor said. "Please sit down." Elton walked to one of the chairs and sat down. He placed a piece of paper in front of him. "This is a standard contract, Mr. Elton. Please read it over and sign the bottom." Elton read the contract over carefully. It stated that he would not use this opportunity for financial rewards and any breach of this contract would result in immediate termination. He shrugged his shoulders and signed the bottom. He had nothing to lose, after all. Dr. Yamato took the contract, witnessed it and placed it in a drawer in his desk. "Very good." He continued. "Do you have any questions for me?" "Well, how does all this work?" Elton asked. Yamato smiled. "The concept of time travel is way too complicated to explain. Let me just say that we will send you back to the point where your crime was about to be committed. You have the opportunity to stop what is about to happen. We can monitor your activity through newspaper and television reports and computer records on file at various municipal offices." He leaned in close. "You wouldn't believe what you can find out about someone through the computer." He sat back and continued. "Once the crime has been averted, you can go on with a normal life. If not, well then, you're no worse off then you are now." "What's the termination clause?" Elton asked. "We implant a chip into your neck under the skin." Yamato said. "If you break the contract rules, you die. That simple." "Oh." Elton replied. "Are you ready to get started?" he asked. Elton shook his head. Yamato smiled and the two men walked out the door and into a large laboratory. In the back, was the time travel device; a large glass booth with a chair. Elton looked curiously at it? "That's it?" he asked. Yamato nodded. "Not exactly what I expected." "Yeah." Yamato replied. "I get that a lot. Please sit down, Mr. Elton." He sat in a large dentist's chair. Two of Yamato's assistants strapped his arms and legs down and placed a pacifier into his mouth. "These are so you do not hurt yourself. Please sit perfectly still." Yamato walked over carrying a large needle. Elton pushed himself into the chair. "The mixture in this needle is to alter your DNA. If we do not, your current self will die when you arrive. I am not sure what this will do to you, though." Yamato pushed the needle into Elton's arm and emptied the fluid into him. The three of them stepped back just as Elton went into convulsions. His entire body shook and jerked violently as he struggled against the straps holding him down. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. He felt his body changing. Elton closed his eyes and prayed for this to end. A moment later, Dr. Yamato spoke. "It's all finished, Mr. Elton. Would you like to see the results?" He felt the straps being removed from his legs and arms and the pacifier being taken out of his mouth. He sat up and he felt hair falling down around his shoulders. He moved his arm to touch it and noticed that he had longer fingernails; not very long, but longer than they have been. He took the mirror and looked at himself. He did indeed have long black hair, but he also had deep green eyes and a small nose. His complexion was perfect, flawless. He saw full lips and a slim neck. Elton got out of the chair to see the rest of him. He touched around his chest and noticed breasts. He quickly removed his clothes to find perfect breasts. His pants were too big for him and that, along with his underwear were already on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes and clothes and stood naked in front of the doctor. "Doctor, where did you get this DNA sample?" Elton asked. His voice had also changed. "We picked a random sample from the specimens we have collected." He replied. "Do you not like it?" Elton found a mirror and began looking at his body. "It's not what I would have expected. I thought maybe you'd change a small part of my DNA, not my entire body." "I did not know what the change would be until it was actually completed." Yamato replied. "We must do a bit of retraining before we can send you back." He called to two ladies and they walked over. "These women will take you back to your room. They will spend the next few weeks helping you to adjust to your new body." He spoke to them again and they led Elton back to his room. "First thing we should do is get you some new clothes." One of the girls said. She walked to the closet and pulled out a top and a pair of shorts. The other went to the drawers and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties. "Let us show you how to put this on." She continued. For the next two weeks, the girls showed up every day and trained Elton how to act and respond as a woman would. They taught him about clothes and makeup as well. He worked very hard and did exactly as he was told. Each night, when he slept, the same nightmares haunted his dreams. He still saw her face, but now he knew he could correct what he had done. At the end of the training, Elton was given a suitcase filled with girl's clothes. His hair had been styled and fell in waves down his back. He wore a cute little pink sweater and black short skirt. Dr. Yamato walked up to him. "Here." He said, handing Elton a wallet. "You'll need this." Elton opened the wallet. Inside was a driver's license, a few credit cards and about $1000 in cash. The license and cards were in the name of Jennifer McDonald; a 24-year-old college graduate from New Jersey. "We will transport you to whatever location you wish." Yamato said. Elton nodded. "Please send me to the Feldport Diner on July 17, 1999. The night before the robbery. Make it about 10:00." He said. Yamato walked over to the controls and turned a few knobs. The machine began to hum. Elton walked over to the large booth. "Remember, if you fail, you will be terminated Mr. Elton." He said as Elton sat down. Yamato pressed a few buttons and threw a large switch. Light surrounded Elton. He covered his eyes. When he reopened them a minute later, he was standing in front of the Feldport Diner just as he asked. The place was just as he remembered it. The parking lot was full of cars and people were standing around talking. Elton put down his suitcase. A car peeled around the corner and stopped with a thud against the curb of the diner. Three men in black leather jackets piled out of the car. Elton recognized himself from 30 years earlier. Young, tall with shocking red hair and an almost scary confidence in his walk. He and his two associates, Johnny and Franco headed for the stairs and the door. "Here goes nothing." The older Elton said, heading for the door. He purposely bumped into himself, dropping his suitcase down the stairs. The two others laughed. "Way to go, lady." Johnny said, laughing. The younger Elton turned and helped pick up the suitcase. He handed it to his older self. "Here you are." He said. The older Elton smiled at him. "Thank you so much." He said. "I'm just so clumsy." He giggled and made a mental note not to do that anymore. "No problem. Did you just come into town?" The older Elton thought for a moment. He had the whole plan in his head. But he was drawing a blank. "Uh, yes." He finally said. "The bus dropped me off here a few minutes ago." "Oh." He replied. "Well, good luck." He turned and followed his two friends into the diner. "Shit!" the older Elton replied. He took the suitcase and walked inside. The three had just gotten a table and sat down. She walked over to them. "You've been so nice to me. Can I buy you some coffee?" He asked. The three men looked at each other. "Uh, no. Actually." The younger Elton responded. "We have some... uh... business to discuss." "Yeah! Get lost!" Franco yelled. He threw a couple of wet naps at him. The older Elton turned and took a seat at the counter. This was where the three of them discussed their plans for the robbery. He had to think of a way to stop them. "It's a brilliant plan, Howie!" Johnny said. "No one's ever at home. The place'll be disserted. It's easy pickings." "Sounds great!" the younger Elton replied. "How do we get in?" Franco opened up his napkin and drew a layout of the house. "I've been checking it out over the last few days. There's what used to be a servants entrance here." He pointed to a small door at the back of the house. "It's all boarded up and unalarmed." He turned to Johnny. "I checked that out last week." Franco smiled. "It's a piece of cake. We go in. Grab all the old ladies' jewelry and the cash and head out." "I like it." The younger Elton said. "I like it a lot." The older Elton shuddered. He remembered the plan: The three walked through the trees behind the house and jumped the fence. It was an easy stroll to the boarded up back door. Franco took a hammer and removed the boards from the door. We found it was still locked and Johnny broke a window to get in. We thought the house was disserted. The breaking glass woke up the little girl who was upstairs sleeping. As we headed for the stairs, she saw us. Elton grabbed her and held her mouth closed. Johnny and Franco headed upstairs. The girl was squirming. Trying to escape. Elton slapped her, hard. She hit her head on the ground, knocking her out. The small nightgown she wore rode up and Elton could see her white panties. Something overtook him. He pulled down her panties revealing her shaved pussy. He started to drool as he undid his belt and dropped his pants. Elton lifted her legs and shoved his cock into her. The movement caused her to wake up and she started screaming. Elton slapped her a few times to get her to shut up. He kept punching her and hitting her. Once he came, he stood up and put his pants back on. She stood there, in shock and frightened. "You don't look so good." Elton whispered as he took out a large knife. Her face became a mask of fear. He reached over and grabbed her long brown hair and slowly ran the knife across her throat. He turned her around and just as he remembered; her bright blue eyes filling with tears, her short brown hair covered in blood and her angelic face frozen in a mask of horror. She dropped just as Johnny and Franco ran down the stairs. Sirens wailed as the three ran out the door. The police burst in. All Elton remembered after that was hearing shots and screams as Johnny and Franco lay dead on the ground. The older Elton fought back tears as he watched the three men get up from the booth. He jumped up with his suitcase and ran after them. He grabbed his younger self by the sleeve to stop him. "I wonder if you can help me." The older Elton said. His younger self stopped. "I'm looking for a place to stay. See, I just came into town and I have no where to go." "Look, buzz off will ya?" Johnny yelled. "This ain't a charity. Shit, man. Let's go!" Franco made his way to the car. The older Elton held on to his younger self's sleeve. "I'm really sorry about this, but you were so nice before." He said. The older Elton thought about this kid spending the rest of his life in jail. He began to cry. "Please?" He must have felt sorry for him. "You two go ahead. I'll catch up with you tomorrow." The younger Elton said. He picked up the suitcase. "Come on." He walked his older self to the corner where they caught the Number 16 bus. "Tell me about yourself. I don't even know your name." The older Elton said. "Oh me." He laughed. "I'm Howard Elton." "I'm How..." He stopped himself. "How about that?" he replied quickly, smiling. "I'm Jennifer McDonald." The older Elton said. "You can call me Jenny." "What brings you here, Jenny?" he asked. He actually never thought of that. "Just another place to go, I guess." The younger Elton laughed. "This place?" He leaned in. "There is nothing to do here, girl." The older Elton smiled. He knew that and that's why he turned to crime. "There must be something. Bowling? Movies?" The younger Elton shook his head. "Nope. Well, maybe for the squares. But not for us." "Why not?" It was actually a really good question. One that no one had ever asked him when he was younger. The younger Elton shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It just is." The bus stopped in front of a small hotel. The Feldport Hotel was a fleabag place where most of the transients in town stayed. They rented rooms by the hour. The younger Elton took his older self by the hand and walked him into the hotel lobby. Behind the desk was a large hairy man with no shirt on. The thick hair covered his chest, arms and back. Elton smiled. He remembered this guy. They used to call him Hairball. "Hey Hairball." The younger Elton said. The large man turned around, a scowl on his face. He took the small stubby cigar out of his mouth and walked over to them. "I told you punk kids to stop calling me that." He replied. He breathed so heavy that it sounded like he was snorting. "We need a room." The younger Elton said. The big man leaned forward and looked at the older Elton. He smiled. "It's five bucks per hour and you'll have to supply your own sheets." He said. "I need it for the night." The older Elton said. "Whatever." He replied. "Hundred for the night." The older Elton opened his purse and took out a credit card. He handed it to Hairball. He laughed. "Uh, sorry Miss. We don't take no credit cards. Cash Only!" The older Elton smiled and pulled two fifties out of the purse and handed it to him. He held it up to the light and checked them out. He then folded it and put it down the front of his pants. He turned and handed a key to them. "Room 4. You kids have fun." He smiled again. "Thanks... Hairball." The younger Elton yelled as they ran down the hall. They both laughed as they reached the door. Room 4 was the second on the left. The younger Elton took the key out and opened the lock. The bed was just a mattress on top of a box spring. The only light was right above the "bed" and a string turned it on and off. The lights from the outside poured in. The younger Elton put the suitcase down on the floor and turned to go. "Take it easy." He said. "Wait!" the older Elton replied. He grabbed his sleeve and smiled. "You really can't expect me to stay in a rat trap like this all alone." The younger Elton sighed. "Girl, you're really cramping my style." He slumped on the edge of the "bed" and took off his shoes. The older Elton smiled. He leaned over and opened the suitcase. He took out a small nightgown. "Turn around please." He said. The younger Elton sighed again. The older Elton took off his clothes and stood, naked, for a moment in the corner. He turned his head around and saw his younger self taking off his pants and shirt. He put on the nightgown and turned back around. "You can look now." He said. The younger was down to his underwear. He rolled over on the bed and closed his eyes. The older Elton walked over and lay down on the bed, his back to his younger self. He felt a hand around his waist and another under his neck. The older Elton lay there stunned for a moment. The hand moved up his stomach and rested on the elder's breast. He was making circles around his nipple and tracing the outline of the breast over the nightgown. The older Elton fought the urge to run. He knew he couldn't upset him or he wouldn't stay away from the house tomorrow night. The older Elton could feel the younger's hard cock pressing against his asshole, searching for an opening. The hand that was previously on his breast moved back down the stomach and reached under the nightgown. It began fingering his pussy, trying to make him wet. The elder Elton wasn't sure what to do. This had to be the weirdest thing he'd ever done. He decided to make the best of it and lifted his nightgown over his waist and spread his legs. "Oh baby!" the younger one said. He maneuvered himself and slowly placed his dick into his pussy. The older Elton held his breath as the cock went in and out of his pussy. He moved slowly, taking long strokes each time. The other hand had moved under the nightgown and continued to play with his breast. He felt the younger tense up and cum all inside his pussy. It was warm and made him feel warm all over his body. His body responded by tingling and cumming all over his cock and balls. The younger Elton made grunting noises as he came and the older moaned slightly. When they finished, they fell asleep. The sun woke the older Elton out of a sound sleep. His nightgown was still over his waist and he could feel the cum in him from last night. He made a face and rolled over. The younger Elton was gone. "Shit!" he said. "Must have skipped out in the night." He walked over to the purse and looked inside. The wallet with the credit cards and cash were also gone. "Damn it! Can't even trust yourself anymore." He walked over to the suitcase and pulled out some clean clothes, took a shower and headed out the door to his old house. Elton marveled as he looked out the window of the bus. All the things he remembered were there again. There was Whitman's hardware store, where he and his dad bought that swing set years before. There was Fleischmann's Deli and the Old Olympic Movie Theater. He sighed as the bus rolled into Citrus Avenue. He got out and walked down to house number 403. He knocked loudly on the door. After a minute, he knocked again. The window shade parted and the young Elton peeked through. He quickly closed it and slowly opened the door. "What do you want?" he asked. "How did you find me?" The older Elton stood there, his arms crossed over his breasts. "I'd like my wallet back." He put his hand out. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied, trying to close the door. A foot stopped it. "Look. I'm not looking for any trouble. I think you're a nice guy and I just want my wallet back." He sighed and closed the door. He opened it a minute later and pushed the wallet through the opening. The older Elton took it and opened it up. The credit cards were there but about $100 was missing. "Where's the rest of it?" he asked. "Oh shit!" he replied. He reached into his pants pocket and slipped the money through the door. The older Elton put his hand up. "Save it. You can use it to take me out tonight." "Huh?" Younger Elton replied. "You're taking me to the movies tonight." "Why should I take you to the movies?" he asked. "Because if you don't, I'll tell the cops about the stolen wallet." He replied. "You don't need them busting your ass about something else, right?" The younger Elton scratched his head and sighed heavily. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "I'll be here at..." He thought for a moment. They're supposed to meet at the house at Midnight. "8:00. We'll have dinner out first." "Sure. Whatever." He said, slamming the door. Elton smiled. "This will work out great." He said to himself. After running a few errands and having a late lunch, he went back to the hotel and looked through all the clothes. He picked out a short flowered skirt and light blue top with nude stockings. It was only 5:00. Elton smiled to himself again. The nightmares would soon be over. The image of the young murdered girl went through his mind again. He forced her to go away. "It will all be over soon. I promise." He replied. She almost smiled at him. At 9:30, the younger Elton still hadn't shown up at the hotel. The older Elton paced nervously. He walked down the hall and dropped money into the payphone. The answering machine picked up. He decided not to leave a message. Elton hailed a cab and quickly rode to the house. "Stay here." He said to the cab driver. He got out and ran to the door. Elton pounded loudly on the door. There was no answer. "Shit." He said. "Think. Think. Day of the murder. Where was I?" He smiled. "Got it!" He ran back to the cab and had him drive back to the Diner. The cab stopped and Elton saw Johnny's beat up car outside in the parking lot. He paid the driver and ran into the lobby of the diner. The three were sitting there, drawing plans on a napkin. Elton ran over and stood next to his younger self. "Hi!" he said, smiling. The younger Elton looked up. "Uh, yeah?" "We had a date tonight. Remember?" He looked back down at the paper. "Not tonight. I've got something really important going on." "It's got to be tonight." The older Elton replied, nervously. "I'm... uh, planning on leaving town early tomorrow morning and would really like spending time with you." "Look, bitch!" Franco said, standing up. "We don't want you here! We got better things to do." He pushed Elton against the wall. "So fuck off!" The older Elton started panicking. "How about if I help?" he asked. "Uh, I don't think you really..." The younger Elton said. Johnny stopped him. "Yeah. You can help." He said. "We have this big thing to do tonight and we need a few supplies." He took another napkin and started writing a list of items down. "Why don't you go out and get these and we'll meet back here at Midnight. Okay?" He handed the list to the older Elton. He knew the list was complete bullshit. It was just a way of getting him away so they could do the job at Midnight. But he couldn't tell them that. He took the list. "Okay. I'll get these and meet you here at Midnight, right?" Johnny shook his head. "Great. Thanks." He went back to the plans with the others. Elton left the diner and sat on the step. The house they were going to rob was only a few blocks away. He got up and walked over there. It was 10:30. Elton had hidden in the bushes for the last hour and a half. He was cold and his feet were wet from the damp grass. The three men arrived at the house at exactly 11:55. They had walked from the diner, just as Elton had done. They jumped the fence and headed for the boarded up servant's door. Elton ran from the bushes and met them just as they reached the door. "Hi guys." He said. He shook from the cold. "What's happening?" "What the fuck are you doing here?" The younger Elton asked. "Get out of here." It was time to put his cards on the table. He grabbed the younger Elton's hand and walked over to the bushes. "Don't do this." He said. "It'll be the biggest mistake of your life. The cops will be here soon anyway. Please, just go away now." "You called the cops on us?" He screamed. The older Elton put his hands up. "No, honestly I didn't." He seemed to believe him. "This job is a piece of cake. Nothing's going to happen." He smiled. "Yes, it will. You have to believe me." Johnny and Franco walked over to them. "Come on, man." Johnny said. "We gotta go now!" The younger Elton turned to his friends. "Get lost, bitch." He said and headed back to the house. The older Elton ran after them. "Please don't. You have to believe me!" he yelled. The younger Elton pulled out his knife and jabbed it deep into the older Elton's stomach. He smiled evilly as he pulled the knife up, almost slicing him in two. He reached down and held his stomach as the knife left his body. Blood poured out of his mouth and nose. He fell to his knees. His younger self was standing over him, grinning. His vision blurred and he passed out. *** Howard Elton sat in his prison cell as he had for the past 30 years. The face of the young girls he brutally murdered stared from his mind's eye, their delicate features; bright eyes and angelic faces. Then the look as he killed them; those eyes filling with tears, hair covered in blood and angelic faces frozen in a mask of horror. Howard Elton cried at this thought from 30 years ago. He cried often now. "Warden wants to see you, Elton." He said, his voice gruff. Howard Elton got off his bunk and followed the guard out of his cell and down the long corridor into the Warden's office. "I'm going to give you an opportunity to correct your past mistakes." The Warden got up from his chair and walked to the other side of the desk. "Have you ever heard of the Time Ship project?" "You will report to the Time Ship tomorrow at 8:00. Good day and good luck." Elton got up and walked out the door. Back at his cell, he began to pack his few belongings into a small bag. "Dr. Yamato, this is prisoner number 6848954. Howard Elton." The guard said. Yamato stood up and walked eagerly to Elton. He held out his hand and shook his excitedly. "I am so glad that you are here, Mr. Elton." The doctor said. "Please sit down." "Are you ready to get started?" he asked. Elton shook his head. Yamato smiled and the two men walked out the door and into a large laboratory. In the back, was the time travel device; a large glass booth with a chair. Elton looked curiously at it? "That's it?" he asked. Yamato nodded. "Not exactly what I expected." "Yeah." Yamato replied. "I get that a lot. Please sit down, Mr. Elton." He sat in a large dentist's chair. Two of Yamato's assistants strapped his arms and legs down and placed a pacifier into his mouth. "These are so you do not hurt yourself. Please sit perfectly still." Yamato walked over carrying a large needle. Elton pushed himself into the chair. "I am sorry about this. The mixture in here is to alter your DNA. If we do not, your current self will die when you arrive. I am not sure what this will do to you, though." Yamato pushed the needle into Elton's arm and emptied the fluid into him. The three of them stepped back just as Elton went into convulsions. His entire body shook and jerked violently as he struggled against the straps holding him down. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. He felt his body changing. Elton closed his eyes and prayed for this to end. A moment later, Dr. Yamato spoke. "It's all finished, Mr. Elton. Would you like to see the results?" He felt the straps being removed from his legs and arms and the pacifier being taken out of his mouth. He sat up and he felt hair falling down around his shoulders. He moved his arm to touch it and noticed that he had longer fingernails; not very long, but longer than they have been. He took the mirror and looked at himself. He did indeed have long black hair, but he also had deep green eyes and a small nose. His complexion was perfect, flawless. He saw full lips and a slim neck. Elton got out of the chair to see the rest of him. He touched around his chest and noticed breasts. He quickly removed his clothes to find small perky boobs, his pants were too big for him and that, along with his underwear were already on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes and clothes and stood naked in front of the doctor. "Doctor, where did you get this DNA sample?" Elton asked. His voice had also changed. "We picked a random sample from the specimens we have collected." He replied. "Do you not like it?" Elton looked closely in the mirror. "It's her. It's one of the girls that I killed that night." He turned to the doctor. "Do you know what this means? I'm doomed to repeat this forever!" He fell to his knees and began to cry.