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Author's note: Author's note: Okay... there are a variety of things I want to say before you start reading this story. Firstly, this story is set in the near future, contains elements of satire and might not be seen as some to be particularly realistic on a few levels though the characters are generally representatives of particular types of people that exist in reality. Bear with this and consider the story set in an alternate reality if you have to. For my money Christopher Leeson's 'Prisoners of Tireisias' wasn't particularly realistic either and at least one of his main predictions didn't come true. One heck of a lot of predictions in George Orwell's '1984' didn't come true but they're still seen as classics in their respective genre. With any luck the predictions in this story won't come true either. Author's further note: Okay...as I mentioned on the FM hyperboard last week, I had this story on ice for a while as I wondered if/how the scenario might still be workable given the Al Queda bombing of three Tube stations and a bus in London on 7th July 2005. I have found a way to possibly still make the basic story work though it means adjusting a few details. Here goes. *** Jack Quinn heard a parcel arrive with a thump. He'd been eating his 18th birthday breakfast, reading about the US Presidential election campaign of that year - the election itself was a couple of months away. His parents gave him an odd look, neither had been willing to buy him this birthday present so he had ordered it for himself. It was something that he felt he'd needed. Jack was a Londoner born and raised but he'd never really been able to fit in socially anywhere. He had a few friends but had never been particularly popular and was still a virgin. With Uni coming up in a few weeks now, he felt that he needed some kind of edge socially. Inside the parcel was a syringe filled with the green liquid that he hoped would give him that edge. He'd first heard about the technology two years previously - an anonymous scientist had been offering it out over the Internet to people who had previously been using cruder methods to fill a certain hole in their lives. Jack had never seen himself as one of those people, but then other rumours started coming in. The product was starting to catch on more, it had always been given out at a reasonable price but now he'd heard that it was becoming more widespread. For about a year now, he'd started to feel that maybe this solution was for him. The only people he'd told about this wish were his parents and Claire, a not-quite-girlfriend that he had. Claire had been more supportive of him on this than his parents, which he was thankful for. She'd already given him a week's supply of lingerie and other feminine garments and had insisted on visiting to see how "he" turned out. And before he showed his new self off to Claire, he wanted to just do a dry run alone in his room. So he injected the liquid into his arm-he would only need to inject it once for it to work for as long as he wanted, whenever he wanted. After that he stripped naked, closed his eyes and concentrated, wondering whether this would work. *** The grave read: Mike Quinn. Born 1954. Died 2005 'He shouldn't have died' thought Jack as he visited his father's grave. But a further thought was also coming to mind, 'Why can't Stein, Massini and all those other bastards work it out?' It had been over a year since the attacks on London's transport network, back on July 7th 2005. His dad had been on the way to a meeting, going through Kings Cross station when the bomb hit. The loss of his father was bad enough. What he hadn't really been prepared for was the outright dancing on the graves of those that died by the group that called themselves Respect for Unity. Their take on the attack had been simple but outright insulting to Jack's ears. It was their position that all those who had died had died either because they hadn't done enough to prevent US-led acts of aggresion that the UK had supported,Iran...Iraq...Afghanistan...apparently everyone's lives were supposed to go on hold to stop these acts from happening...'not that such efforts would have been of any use in terms of preventing the actual attacks' Jack felt. Mike Quinn been a pretty good father, all things considered. He had no criminal record whatsoever-he was a pacifist if anything-the Bob Dylan track 'Hard Rain' had played at his funeral. That wasn't the way RU had seen it though, of course. As far as they were concerned, it was every civilsed person's moral duty to stop the aggressive force of America - the bringer of destruction to Afghanistan, Iraq and Iran. The perpetrator of atrocities at Camp X Ray and Abu Girab. It was the most ignorant and introverted country that existed... whatever! It was thanks to RU that the Al Queda attacks on London had been effectivly forgotten already. The group had started out as an element within a leftwing Labour party 'campaign group' that started giving the previous Prime Minister heat since not long after the original bombings - the heat turned up after the Iran campaign later that year and Blair was forced to resign - after that, RU began to assert it's dominance over the party, and thus the country. The line was 'Break away from America and there will be peace'. It was a line that helped to cool the interacial tensions that had been slowly rising in the UK ever since the bombings. Those who didn't agree with it just got their heads down and made no noise. Shane Michaels, Jack's best mate since his school days, had gone over to a couple of RU nut heads to stick up for him during a street party, and complained about what their group had done, back in May that year. It got the crap beaten out of him for his trouble and he never recovered from his injuries. Jack was hoping that Shane was up with his Dad in Heaven. Jack had gone to the police but could tell in the officer's eyes that no one wanted to rock the newly built boat to peace for all humanity. The investigation into Shane's death was supposed to be on going. Nowadays, six months after RU had taken over, with Jeff Stein now serving as Prime Minister, Jack had few comforts in life. He'd graduated from University with a degree in Internet Computing in '03 and had soon gotten a job asa website analyst and designer. But his workplace, seemingly like everywhere else right now, just felt alien to him. When he got back to his flat, Jack planned to get online and relax with the only people that he felt he could really relax with - the people at Gendermorphs International. On his 18th birthday Jack had injected himself with a batch of dormant DNA. This stuff allowed him to morph between genders pretty much at will and it hadn't taken long to have an affect on his social life at Uni. Admittedly, Jack had to give part of the credit to Claire for that. Hanging out with her a lot 'en femme' on weekends during that first year of Uni had really helped to make sure that Gina didn't stand out like a sore thumb (at least not for the wrong reasons) and as she became a more distinct individual with very much her own interests her relationship with Claire evolved to that of best girlfriend-they still hung out together even now-letting himself get lost in Gina for a night sometimes stopped him from completely losing it. But Gina still saw Mike Quinn as her father (though he'd taken a year or two to fully accept her) and so she wasn't immune from grief herself-and even she'd seen through the paradisiacal facade of RU, but out of her and Jack, she'd always been the more self confident of the two and was able to act like it didn't affect her. It wasn't like Jack didn't have a social life after Gina came on the scene, but she was certainly the more attention grabbing. It was hard not to be with her long black hair combined with a smooth sexy body that curved in all the right places-as she liked to boast proudly. Claire's first piece of advice to her had pretty much been 'If you've got it, flaunt it' for good reason. Though Claire was a fit bird in her own right, even she admitted that Gina had her beat in that department. Jack entered his house and went online. To check his email, he had to go via a news site. The headline he caught out of the corner of his eye did not make for good reading. 'US plans to break away from the Internet?' breathed Jack in disbelief. 'What good will that do?' He could guess the reason for this idiotic-like many made by the current US administration in the past few years-action. Americans still cared about the embassy attack in London. In protest to the removal of the memorial plaque to those killed in the attack, a relatively small obelisk had been built next to the WTC Memorial Spire in New York-memories of the two attacks seemingly living side by side. Jack had flown to New York that summer to visit the memorial himself for the first anniversary of his father's death - and got roasted by some out of townies from down South concerning RU - any non-American of course had to be a supporter of RU according to these morons. Jack gave as well as he got in verbal self-defence and was soon backed up by locals. After a bit, the fight got physical and the police got involved. Jack himself got arrested for 'breach of the peace', though he was out of custody by the end of the day thanks to local efforts, and flew back home the next morning. The bottom line was, if the US was cutting itself off from the Internet then Gendermorphs International was toast! Jack had first heard of Gendermorphs International (or GI for short as it was usually known) round about the time he'd decided to get himself injected with dormant DNA. It was THE big social group for gendermorphs and it was mainly based online, hidden from public view with the help of someone who'd previously worked on encyption for the US MILNET. It was run by Max Winter, the first guy who'd been injected with dormant DNA in 1997, and who was now in his mid 30s-the inventor of dormant DNA had been a personal friend of his - since then, information on the new transformation technique had been spread by word of mouth. GI did sometimes hold real-life meetings or 'conventions'-based on the traditional gatherings of science fiction fans. The two major convention spots were San Francisco (usually called 'Max's Party') and London. These were pretty hush-hush due to GI protocol-no one really knew how conventional society would react if it learned of the existence of 'morphs. Jack had done meets in London every year since '00, as well as one in San Francisco in '02. Generally, they were events where the usually secretive 'morphs laughed, chatted, danced and generally had a blast, both as guys and girls-in fact it was commonplace fortransformations to happen on the dance floor. Just for the hell of it. More recently however, GI had been the one group that had kept Jack halfway sane since RU and the events that surrounded it with their moral support, the one place where he didn't feel alone. Before he could feel too depressed a web cam image popped up. It was from Ollie Johnston, a Philadelphian 'morph with a tanned blonde femside called Olivia. He was a great friend of Jack's from both online and GI meets. "So you heard the news huh?" he asked Jack "Yeah!" "Look on the bright side dude - we've still got a week before this 'USNet' gets started up" "Then what?" "Hey - I know this is gonna be hard for you given all the shit that's gone down over the last year, but GI can be rebuilt-it will be rebuilt, though the San Fran won't happen-but Max can probably set up something new in Vancouver, as he's already told me he'll be moving up there. Hell, if the Prez is going to cut us off from the Internet then I might as well move to Canada anyway. It'll take a while but I've got friends in Toronto, so it should be cool." Jack wasn't sure how to respond for a bit. Ollie added more in. "Ah, come on... we may have rallied round you quite a bit, but you have to admit that things haven't all been sweetness and light recently" "I guess so" There had been some pretty heated threads on GI recently,though Jack had avoided them for the most part. Not everyone would be complaining about USNet at any rate. "Look, some of the old regulars may wind up out of the loop but GI isn't going to die anytime soon. Worst case scenario, you've still got the Brit morphs. Anyway, I've got an idea that might stop you from doing anything stupid" "I wasn't planning on doing anything stupid" 'Not entirely the truth', Jack admitted to himself "What's your plan, anyway?" he added. "How does you, me, Gina and Olivia hanging out in a beach resort in Antigua over Christmas and New Year sound?" "Can't do Christmas. Mum's insisted that I do Christmas dinner with her. New Year sounds cool if you could give me an idea how you're going to book the four of us" "No worries. You know Reggie?" It took Jack a second to remember the guy-a Caribbean 'morph who was only really a semi regular on the GI online forums and had never made any of the conventions. "I think so. Don't tell me he works at this resort?" "Yeah, and he thinks he can fiddle it for the four of us to be registered in two cottages. You and Gina in one, me and Olivia in the other." "Sounds wicked, mate!" Jack then logged on to GI and sure enough, found that along with the regular chat concerning everything from gym routines, make up, relationships, music, films... the usual seemingly banal stuff that made the scene such a laugh... there was a already fast growing thread concerning the President's decision. Views ranged from bummed out to making the best of it with a few that thought it was actually a good thing-mainly Americans who'd fallen into the recent wave of paranoia. After that, Jack decided on the one thing he felt like doing on this Saturday night. The same thing he did on most Saturday nights. Saturday was for stripping. Going into Gina's underwear drawer to start with, he found a matching bra and panty set-dark blue this time out. On went the panties, followed by the bra with a click. Then it was just case of closing his eyes and letting himself get washed away. *** Jack was sitting in a British West Indies airlines plane waiting for the transatlantic flight to take off from Heathrow. It was 27th December and about 11:20am. It would be an 8 hour flight and there'd be a 4 hour time difference between the UK and Antigua. Ollie had already flown to the Caribbean from Philly, and would probably be having breakfast in his hotel in the Dutch Antilles at the moment before getting a island hopper to Antigua at around about lunchtime-in theory, they'd both arrive at roughly the same time. Jack definitely needed this holiday. It had given him something to look forward to over the last couple of months. Having said that, things hadn't been all bad. There had been other 'morphs in London, for starters. The most supportive of these had been Alan Brent. Alan was 30 and had previously been in the SAS as a Sergeant. A veteran of the Afghanistan and Iraq conflicts a few years previously, Alan had quit the SAS after RU came into power, and turned to drink as a result, having been previously talked out of machine gunning the RU hierarchy by Jack of all people. Alan had ordered up his batch of dormant DNA as a laugh in '02. In his SAS days, he'd spent all his leave as the cheeky redhead Elaine, thus keeping work and play totally separate. However, he'd rightly assumed that Jack needed some male company right now, so had started inviting him to Friday night heavy booze sessions. The hangovers were rough, but for Jack it was another way to melt away. More recently, Christmas hadn't been the smoothest. *** Jack had arrived at his mother's on Christmas Eve. The only steadfast rule that Jack knew there would be for this visit was: no Gina. Gill Quinn had wanted Christmas to be between her and her son, who she'd been particularly worried about. It was Christmas Day afternoon when she decided to have the big talk. "Jack... just why did you just walk out of Nick's office like that? You and I both know that you still have issues over your father's death. I had to talk the clinic out of having you sectioned after that episode. I'm currently in their debt as a result." Nick had been the psychiatrist that Jack had decided to go and see that summer. The reason for Jack storming out had been pretty clear. "The guy was blatantly on RU's payroll. His idea of helping me 'get over' Dad's death was to try and brainwash me into becoming another one of RU's minions. The reason why they wanted me sectioned was to get a better chance of doing the job" "You could have just played along" his Mum responded "So, I start faking that I'm getting better-and it would have been 'getting better' on RU's terms, just like I used to fake that I was Okay with the guys at work. Like that would do me any favours" "And joining your friend on the road to alcoholism? What does that do exactly?" Jack had to admit, she had a point. "Okay, what do you suggest?" Gill's own experience suggested that Jack would have the same problem if he tried seeing another 'shrink'. It was possible that he might find someone more reasonable in the US, but getting over there would be easier said than done due to the EU's soon-to-be-implemented travel restrictions to that country. "I don't know" she admitted "But stop destroying yourself like you're doing. I don't want to lose you as well" *** "Hey man, what's up?" It was the fifth time that Jack and Ollie had met in 'RL'. The first time had been 'Max's Party' of '02. Jack and Gina had then put Ollie and Olivia up for the night for the London meet in '03. Ollie had returned the favour for a weekend in Philly in '05, a month before the bomings, and Ollie had accompanied Jack to New York the summer just gone. "I'm cool... well you know..." "Yeah. Don't worry" Ollie slapped a hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack picked up his bags (both Jack's and Gina's) and the pair walked out of the colonial looking airport. The 'taxi' for the journey to the resort was more of a minibus in terms of practicality. Ollie was the only American on a coach that was mainly made up of people who'd been on Jack's flight from London. It was about 3:45pm local time by the time the pair arrived at Hawksbill. The new arrivals got offered champagne at a reception and told that there would be a cocktail party that evening. "I might give that a miss" Jack joked quietly "Gina's more of a cocktail drinker than I am" "I'll join you on that" Ollie responded in a similar vein. The pair made up a story about Gina and Olivia being their sisters who were on later flights. Reggie had previously told them that a new batch of visitors would come in an hour later and he'd add the two femside's bookings to that group. After the pair arrived in their adjacent sea view cottages, they debated whether they'd morph before a swim in the Caribbean or afterwards-and decided afterwards. The girls would be able to have some fun tonight, anyway. The swim lasted about an hour. It was 5:15 by the time Jack got dried off and the cocktail party was at 7. Jack relaxed in his shorts on the porch for a bit, as the sun started to set-unsure if Gina would be at a loose end if he morphed at this time. He also wanted to co-ordinate things with Ollie-it was a protocol between the pair that they didn't do what was known as a 'mixed double', one morph's male side hanging out with another morph's femside. Most 'morphs that did 'mixed doubles' usually wound up becoming 'mutuals', which basically meant, the relationship between the two 'morphs gradually became sexual whenever they were in appropriate forms. It wasn't an idea that either guy was comfortable with-as a result the pair had developed this seemingly psychic relationship as to when the other was planning to morph. Jack made his move at half past, he could feel Gina getting impatient anyway. Jack stripped and delved into Gina's bag. Going for light bright clothing in the Caribbean sun, he soon donned some lime green lingerie, following up with a dress that artistically depicted a deep blue and white edged sea wave. Gina had thought it looked gorgeous when she first saw it during one Saturday afternoon mall raid with Claire. The sounds of the real Caribbean waves were in the background as Jack laid down and relaxed on the bed, letting Gina come to the fore. He barely felt his whole body become smoother and hairless as he lost a few inches in height. He felt his lips become fuller and soon felt his waist starting to curve inwards, his hips start to broaden and his butt start to swell. You'd have been able to sense the new presence that took over, as Jack's penis disappeared into Gina's opening vagina. Her sense of general contentedness soon suddenly erupted into a burst of confident happiness as her nipples started to swell and become the head of a fine pair of C cup tits that complemented her curves perfectly. The pleasure simmered for a while as her face became smoother, and she sat up and leaned her head back as the hair on her head gradually became darker before it started flowing past her neck, then down to her lower back. As always, Gina finished her transformation on a high. She bounced up off the bed and strode to the bathroom mirror, giggling ecstatically as she saw herself in her new dress for the first time outside a changing cubicle. She'd bought it a couple of weeks previously but had been saving it for this holiday. A hip hugger that just about touched her thighs. It looked magical. Chucking the door key into her handbag and slipping on some sandals, she strolled out into the still-warm air pretty much simultaneously with Olivia. Both girls squealed greetings at each other before hugging. "Where... did you get THAT?" Olivia exclaimed at her friend's new outfit, feeling distinctly outgunned in an all-white number. "Ah... just something I spotted on a shopping trip. Cool isn't it?" "MORE than cool, girl" "Okay" Gina laughed "more than cool" The pair headed on down to the beach for a quick walk. "So, how are things with you?" Olivia asked "Generally good" Gina replied "The way my deal with Jack works, I'm usually a night owl-the guy's been leaning on me a bit more regularly recently to stop himself going nutso, though." "Ah" replied Olivia "Is that a problem?" "No... not really." Gina sighed, "We effectively share the same family anyway so I can't claim to be cool with what's happened in the past couple of years either. In some ways I get off pretty lightly as I'm able to get better chemistry with people in general, therefore if I can pick up good vibes from someone, this shit can be like water of a duck's back... but he's just so... lost... he's... he's mentally in freefall" Olivia had to give Gina a squeeze before her friend broke down completely. "Is it THAT bad?" she asked with concern, knowing full well that her friend knew what 'THAT' meant. Both she and Ollie had suspected something like this was a possibility. "Yeah" Gina admitted. Olivia knew that this could be a tricky week. *** It was 2nd January 2007, and the two 'morphs' last night in the Caribbean. The pair had been sunbathing, swimming, dancing and finding more earthly pleasures both en homme and en femme. The guys had been sailing and snorkelling for one day at sea, while the girls had hit the island's capital St John's the next day for an interesting shopping experience before returning to the resort for massages and a night out clubbing at the place the female Reggie worked at as a dancer. The conversation between the two had been light over the week. Ollie had been hoping that Jack would open up at some point, but he'd been out of luck. Jack, for his part, wasn't looking forward to going home and was fast feeling that though this had been a brilliant week, he didn't expect it to take long once back in the UK for him to hit rock bottom and join his father and Shane... After the pair had finished their steak, Ollie decided to take the bull by the horns and grabbed a couple of bottles of local beer as the pair went into his cottage. After opening the beers and asking that Jack sit down on the bed, he asked "On our first evening here, Gina implied to Olivia that you were liable to commit suicide, is that true?" Jack sighed but the look in his eyes told Ollie enough. "I don't know mate, I definitely don't think it'll be long once I get home before I start running out of reasons to live" "You serious?" replied Ollie, his eyes wide "Well let me see..." Jack adopted a sardonic tone "...my Dad got killed by terrorists; if he'd died on 9/11 then the military would have gone after the bastards responsible! But no... after a few months I get told that it's better to not care about my Dad's death. For the good of humanity, you see, the cycle of violence MUST be stopped so if we leave Bin Laden be and realize that people like my Dad were deficient in their 'duties to humanity' then everything will be nice and rosy again. And OF COURSE, Bin Laden, saint that he is, is now happy to let us live in peace. Please don't mind while he blows up a few casinos in Vegas!" Jack was referring to the Al Queda attack on the gambling fortress on September 16th 2006. The RU-run media had pretty much buried the story behind various examples of 'good work' in Africa and Asia that day. Jack had only gotten the details out of the guys at GI. "And if you think about it" Jack continued, "It seems that your Pres has done everything possible to piss such arseholes off! Kyoto was just for starters. Then comes Iraq, no WMDs and no Al Queda. D'oh! Then you've got Iran, which the local dissidents were taking care of anyway but oh no...apparently they'd found Al Queda there and they have to try out an oh-so-great bunker-busting nuke, which Okay, hit a bunker... belonging to the dissidents who were supposed to be our allies - and still no Bin Laden! You've got a superpower run by a man who acts like the rest of the world doesn't exist - which, though not evil a la Bin Laden is fucking moronic! Topped up by the the USNet bullshit. RU are just lapping this all up, making the necessary amount of noise so that their shit don't smell. They wouldn't have gotten away with it had your commander in chief not been such a bozo!" "Is that why you've got will-to-live problems?" asked Ollie straightforwardly. "Okay, yeah. I seem to be the only guy that isn't either eating bullshit or able to live with it. I'm feeling like the Invisible Man for fuck's sake!" Jack was raising his voice now. "Let's face it, I don't belong in this world anymore" "I don't believe that" Ollie responded firmly. "For starters, since you injected a certain green liquid into your system over six years ago, there have been two of you around. What happens to Gina? If you kill yourself, you take her along with you. And she's seems relatively happy. What right have you to end that?" "She's hurting as well!" Jack protested. "So why can she handle the hurt but you can't?" "She..." Jack couldn't think up a decent response. "Look" Ollie stepped back in "I don't want to lose you. Olivia doesn't want to lose Gina. No one at GI wants to lose EITHER of you and I seriously doubt your Mom does either" "Okay" replied Jack in a bored tone of voice. He wasn't surprised the Ollie was trying to talk him out of suicide "So what's your suggestion" "I don't know" Ollie admitted "Move to Canada with me? Become a permamorph?" "Maybe" "To which one?" "Either" "I want you to promise right now that you won't kill yourself over this" Jack thought about it for a minute, looked his friend in the eyes and said, "I promise" "Good" *** Jack was in the departure lounge of Antigua airport waiting for his flight home. Ollie was probably already back in Philadelphia even allowing for the four hour stop over in the Dutch Antilles. In the meantime, Jack had toured the island by cab for the day and now it was 7pm and he was munching on a hot dog. His flight wasn't due for another hour. He'd been thinking about his conversation with Ollie the previous night. He'd already decided that he was probably going to keep his promise to stay alive for at least a little while. The big question was, what was he going to do with his life in 2007? The first option he discounted was Ollie's invitation to move to Canada with him. Having kept an eye on the political scene ever since the the bombings, Jack didn't believe that to be a good long-term option. Ever since the start-up of USNet, RU had gained an increasing presence in Canadian politics. While Ollie was willing to take his chances, Jack didn't want to move across the Atlantic only to find the same problems that he faced at 'home' down the line. The second option was to become a 'permamorph' aka, to allow himself to fade away and let Gina live 24/7. There were some that became permamorphs from the start, but they tended to have few dealings with GI (though they were always welcome) as they saw themselves as fully functioning (physically and mentally) women rather than 'morphs, though they still had their male memories to remind them how they started. Others started out as regular 'morphs but became permamorphs due to a late feeling that they'd be happier as full time females. They tended to hang around GI a bit to keep up old friendships (which Gina would probably do if/when GI was up and running again) but still tended to drift away slightly from that scene. Theoretically, it was a workable option-Gina was certainly more stable mentally than he was at the moment. However, there were other factors to take into account. The first concerns were practical. Gina had no qualifications of her own and only a driver's license in her name. Jack's bank account was only unofficially a joint one with her. The bank records would need to be altered, she'd have to be set up with appropriate fake qualifications for a woman of her age... in what, Jack wasn't sure. Computers weren't an interest that she shared with him so just changing the name on 'his' degree certificate was realistically out. Her social skills could be of use, though. Maybe she could get a job as a tour guide; she was a pretty good mover as well so a job as a pro dancer might be workable. Really, it would be her life, her call. When she'd made her decision he could fix up whatever was necessary, then after a couple of months she'd just be left to get on with her life,get married, have kids... whatever! That option would, all things considered, be pretty easy to set up. Whatever Gina decided she wanted to do, Jack would make sure she could do authentically. The real problem might come down the line. Could Gina really handle living in the fucked up world of the early 21st century 24/7 for the long term? Or would she be in the same place as he was now this time next year? That was not something that he was willing to take a chance on. For a minute, he felt that he might be out of options after all. But then a memory of that summer came into his head. Marie Andrews. She'd been an older woman, and she'd pretty much been in charge of the group of New Yorkers that had gotten him out of police custody. She'd been a long time activist for the Democrat party, had been part of various campaigns against the Bush administration but had barely gotten a break. It was one favour that he still owed. A plan started forming in his mind. It would not be an easy plan but it was a plan. And if it worked then Marie would be paid back in full. And even better, none of the big political players would have a clue what had hit them! Getting Alan and himself off the booze would be a help, though. *** It was now April 10th and Gina was in the departure lounge of Toronto Pearson airport waiting for the 1:10 pm flight to Boston. The passport she was carrying said that it was her hometown. But that passport was in the name of Brenda Green. She was wearing a straight t- shirt and jeans, and had blonde streaks in her hair... She had never felt so dirty. Jack had flown here from Heathrow the previous evening with his laptop and booked himself into a hotel in the city. He'd only just morphed into her that morning. She knew her part of the plan, she understood what Jack was trying to achieve with this and his current plan was a lot better than what he'd been planning over Christmas. However, she still felt uncomfortable in using some of her... more basic attributes... for this job. She had considered turning back to the city and finding a psychiatrist. Though RU influence was increasing in this country, she still felt she could have found someone clean to help Jack deal with his mental pain. Realistically though, she knew that was too risky. For the past six years, she and Jack had lived with each other and had always worked with each other. He needed her for this, and they both knew it. If she tugged in a different direction now, she wasn't sure what the result would be, and was worried about what it could be. Anyway, if this task achieved the desired result then it would be no bad thing, she thought with a smile. She couldn't help thinking of more innocent times, though. *** To start off with, Gina had been little more than Jack in a girl's body. Under Claire's tutelage she learned how to act like a girl, gained some kind of feminine clothes sense, had initiated her first orgasm and started to separate herself from Jack mentally. You could chat to her and have no idea that she was anything other than a content normal young female. Which was fine by Jack. As she could then do some favours for him,specifically play the perfect wingwoman. The routine usually went like this. Jack would be chatting with his all-guy crew in the Student Union bar and start falling for some girl. He then made his excuses and left, headed back to his flat and morphed into Gina, who then headed to the bar to chat with said girl and get to know her without any sexual tension getting in the way. Armed with knowledge on his target, Jack would try his hand and getting things going with the girl. For a while this trick didn't work, for a variety of reasons. Sometimes Jack would move too fast and take himself out of the picture. Sometimes the girl just wasn't interested in seeing him in that way. And other times, the girl had gone elsewhere by the time Gina had made her appearance. The latter happening made things very interesting indeed. For it freed Gina up to do whatever she pleased. To start with it was just to girl talk without any obligations to Jack. But after a few weeks at Uni, she started to get genuine deep stirrings when catching sight of an attractive member of the opposite sex, starting with Tom Cruise and moving on to the hotter male bar regulars, who she began flirting with as a result. Flirting soon progressed to kissing and tonguing after a few drinks and Claire was encouraging her to go all the way with any of the many guys who would happily jump at the chance to bed her. Jack was the one force holding her back. Both he and Gina knew that it was the male ego talking, but he didn't want Gina to lose her virginity before him However, in late January 2001, Gina fulfilled her matchmaker obligations by helping Jack hit the target with a cute blonde called Liz Reilly. With that relationship solidifying after a couple of weeks, Gina decided that it was high time she got a guy inside of her. Valentine's Day had just past but the Uni's men's basketball team were celebrating a major win and the delectable looking brunette heading their way in a halter-and-mini combo soon got their attention. By this point Gina knew full well how to wrap any guy around her finger and within an hour she was effectively able to have her pick of the team. She went for 6ft 10 well-muscled center Scott Wilson. The pair was soon back at her flat, and Gina was starting to feel nervous about what was about to happen. Scott took the opportunity to make the first move, grabbing her and sticking his tongue down her throat. Gina reciprocated, allowing him to free up his hand to remove her top and bra. Gina giggled slightly as she become aware of her topless state before she got carried on to the bed, her nerves loosening along with her private juices. Scott then stripped himself and with one look at his naked body, Gina knew that he couldn't get down to business fast enough. The wait while he took a condom from his wallet was torture. He started by jumping on her and massaging her tits and soon their tongues were duelling frantically. Gina could already feel electricity build up through every cell in her body, Jack seemingly fading into non-existence. This was a woman's moment, and Gina was enjoying it very much. "Just get inside me." she practically demanded, in a voice not far off primitivism. Her right hand started to reach down towards her skirt, but Scott got there first, whipping her skirt and panties off in one quick move. He pulled her tits into his chest. She pressed his back down and in,squealing slightly as he made his entry. He started pumping, she started bucking, and gradually the pair's rhythm built up the tension in both their bodies. Gina wasn't sure how much more of this she could take... and then an explosion of pleasure ripped through her body, causing her to cock back her head and scream. For his part, Scott just increased the intensity of his pumping, the energy started building up in Gina's body once again as she wondered if she'd have another orgasm before the session was out. It was not to be though. She soon felt Scott's cock tense before spewing out its load. The pair shared a few loving kisses in the afterglow before Gina relaxed and allowed him to lie on her smooth body. *** The following morning, Gina rang Claire up. Jack had done the same to Shane after his first session with Liz. "Hello?" Claire answered the phone "Guess what? I've done it!" Gina squealed. Claire didn't need to ask any more questions. "Really!? Congratulations!" The pair shared some high-pitched laughter before Gina started giving her friend the details. *** Gina remembered Jack sticking with Liz till graduation, when she decided to return to Ireland and start afresh. She and Scott had never exchanged numbers, though she was always able to get a lot of action, she'd never had a 'steady' boyfriend, per se. And so here she was, six years after that first night, lying on a hotel bed in Washington DC, in circumstances that she could not have imagined on that night with Scott. Upon landing in Boston, 'Brenda Green' had quickly gotten a connecting flight to Dulles. It had been her only option. Even in Canada there were now limited flights to the US-you could only get to Boston and New York from Toronto. Upon booking herself into a hotel room, she'd stripped to her underwear and crashed out. But now she knew that she had to get ready. The setting would be a lot more formal than the SU bar so she'd gotten a deep blue long gown before she'd left the UK-the first time she'd been shopping without Claire for ages - which she felt slightly guilty about. Add on some heels, bit of jewellery, bit of makeup... she was as set as she was going to be. Cutting up her chicken Kiev in the hotel restaurant, Gina had never felt so unreal. It was unlike anything she'd ever done before. It was a hunt. And though some primal part of her felt some pleasure at the idea, pretty much the whole of her felt she should be somewhere else. A few hours later and she was at the party at the Israeli embassy. She didn't have anyone in particular in mind for her target but she did have a pretty good idea what sort of person she was looking for. Pale skinned, nervy, out of his depth, easy money. It took a while to cruise and find such people. It took over half an hour. But eventually, she found a suitable target. Short dark hair, rough skin, blatantly didn't belong in a suit and he had to pinch himself when the beautiful women strolled in his direction. Bit of small talk, the guy's name was Mitch Reynolds, out of Virginia, wouldn't say what he was doing at this party to start with, about an hour in she invited him back to her hotel room, the guy was too giddy to think that this was too good to be true. So they went into her hotel room, she stripped off her dress and sat by him on the bed. "So handsome, what do you do?" "Me..." Mitch replied nervously "I'm into computers, but weren't we..." "Oh... yes" Gina undid her bra with a feral grin before straddling him "but I like to talk" "Okay..." wondered Mitch nervously "what about?" "What do you do with computers?" she started kissing. "Stuff that's none of your... oh." he noted as the increasingly mysterious woman had soon shifted her body lower and had his cock in her mouth. "Like it?" she asked cheekily, coming up for air. "Oh yes." "Then could you just keep talking and I'll keep..." She laughed "Doing this in silence is boooring!" She resumed her sucking, putting the onus on Mitch to keep up his part of the bargain. Which he decided to do. "Well... I'm in account monitoring if... that means anything to you, in a joint team with the Israelis actually. We send a load of cash there on a regular basis, pretty boring work but it's somewhere to start!" She continued sucking "That's all I can really say with getting arrested" She removed both of their remaining undergarments and stuck her tongue down his throat as the real sex started. "I hope you're not expecting account passwords" he joked. "No" she replied softly, happy to be patient. The pair fucked for a few hours more before seemingly both heading for sleep. Gina stayed awake though, hoping that this act just passed hadn't been for nothing. And sure enough, she soon heard mutterings in Mitch's sleep-they started as though he was still high from the sex, but then they started to calm-maybe it was some kind of subconscious relaxant. A completely random group of letters and numbers, that Gina decided was worth remembering. *** The following evening, Jack was back in his hotel room in Toronto. In theory, he was able to access the USNet from here. He did know that you could sometimes access the USNet from Canada. The White House website came up smoothly. Next stop was the State Department site. Next task, finding back doors into the accounts system. Alan had got him in touch with an old friend called Clive who'd gone into hacking to tutor him on some of this stuff but, hadn't fancied the trip across the Atlantic that this would involve It took ten minutes to try various tricks out, but the accounts system login screen was soon up. Clive had been done hacks into US government systems before USNet so had a pretty good idea about the username system. The digits that Gina remembered were accepted as a password. In the account was a month's worth of US-Israel aid-US$140 million, about 100 million Euros, the currency which the UK had now adopted. Jack set up a transfer to a Swiss account he'd set up a couple of weeks earlier He wolf whistled as the transaction took place. *** July 7th 2007. It had been a busy year so far for Jack (and Gina).The first thing Jack had done as soon as he got back from Antigua was to contact Alan and explain his plan to him. Alan was more than happy to be involved in his scheme and soon got him in contact with Clive and started tracking down some ex-SAS mates as well as cutting back on the booze. Jack then moved to a new place out in Chessington, a town just south of London. It was officially owned in the name of a Pete Harris, Jack would have to commute into London by train now but with RU having lowered the cost of train travel, that wasn't a big deal. He also got a new mobile phone in the name of a Paul Hartson. He then flew to Zurich to set up his new bank account, he had to confess his plan to the bankers but the Swiss hadn't taken sides in the noise between the US and EU and were certain to keep their mouths shut, whatever happened. Then came his and Gina's trip across the Atlantic, then a similar trip to Brussels to grab a similar amount of cash from a joint EU-OPEC fund for Palestine. That conflict was still nowhere near settled and Jack had learned enough that in practicality the money was going down the drain anyway - a large chunk of it was probably funding suicide bombers on the sly. By that point Jack had 200 million Euros in a Swiss bank account. He then set up a second account and transferred 180 million of those Euros into there. The money in the second account was dispersed in various directions. 15 million Euros were sent to Max Winter to be split evenly among every member of GI as a gift. Another 30 million Euros went to Marie Andrews, they shared an enemy and it would be good to have her and her crew onside. Another 30 million was split amongst the relatives of the victims of the London bombings. Another 15 million was going to make up for a dumb decision he'd made a few months previously. His father had spent a lot of time in Africa shortly after he left University and donated on a regular basis to a charity that helped aid the villages he'd visited. His last request to Jack had been that he carried on this donation - and for the first year or so after his death, Jack donated ?100 then 100 Euros a month. But a few months later, the RU crowd had decided that all third world charities had to send their donations via Brussels. In theory, it was so they could look saintly and match the public's individual funding, and therefore use it as a propaganda coup. Jack didn't want anything to do with it and cancelled his donation in protest. But about a month ago, he's bumped into one of his Dad's old contacts at the charity, a woman called Liz Shalton and was embarrassed when he had to admit why he'd cancelled his donation when he could have done a deal with Liz on this issue earlier for his cash to not go via government - and the amount of cash he'd just pumped in would more than make up for his earlier screw up. The remaining 90 million would be used to pay (and pay well) the cobbled together security force-eight in all, and all ex-SAS-led by Alan. He didn't know how long this fight would last but Jack knew that he'd almost certainly be in need of this sort of backup if the major players decided to get dirty. Last but not least Clive had set up a way of hacking both EU and US satellites simultaneously-something he'd been doing since the early 1990s. The whole thing reminded Jack of the TV show from earlier that decade called Dark Angel, and he allowed himself a quick chuckle. After that, though, he had to be all business. The hack was on. *** The South Bank Student Union bar was screening a UEFA Cup quarterfinal tie between Tottenem Hotspur and Paris St Germain. It was 15 minutes into the match, and the place was packed with Spurs fans, still waiting for the first goal. *** The Spurs-PSG match was background noise in the Hotel Residence Bassano in Paris with its view of the Eiffel Tower. Multilingual chatter filled the air from various high-class tourists. *** Leroy's, a coffee bar near the Statue of Liberty in New York was a busy as usual with the mid-afternoon mix of students and office workers taking a time out. A CNN finance report was blaring on the overhead TV *** Suddenly in all of these places-and many more in Europe, Canada and the US-a new image filled the TV screen. A golden mythical looking bird strode across the middle of the screen with blocks of black and red to the left and right of it. A calm sounding voice came over the speakers in English: "It is noon in San Francisco. It is 3pm in New York. It is 8pm in London. It is 10pm in Athens. This broadcast is being received in all of these cities and many others in what used to be known as the western world. I am the Phoenix" *** In his pad, Jack was speaking into a microphone and continuing his broadcast. "Two years ago today, Islamist terrorists stuck three Tube stations and a bus,murdering 60 people that should not have been killed. Regular people going to work Their stories have been partly forgotten and partly used to fuel political hatred, allowing current European and US governments to gain and retain power by manipulating this event to their advantage. I wish to change this situation, to end the paranoia that has been built up. To this end I have taken month's worth of US government aid money to Israel and a month's worth of aid money from the Palestine Fund. The money from both these funds is being used either directly or indirectly to fuel the seemingly eternal conflict in the Israel- Palestine region. It was European and American money that was being useless to Europeans and Americans, and I have redistributed most of it at my discretion. However, as I know that both the EU and US governments value this region, I have left some of it untouched. If either the EU or US Presidents wish to see any of thismoney back in their hands, I have the following demands. All travel restrictions between the US and Europe will hereafter be removed. A new memorial will be built on outside London Kings Cross station to commemorate that attack. The US government will sign the Kyoto treaty, or suggest serious alternative environmental protection options and the recently set up USNet will be dismantled as gestures of goodwill towards a planet that has largely grown to fear it. These are straightforward demands. Unlike the suicide bombers, they should not harm any regular human being going about their business. If the consequences of this broadcast do so then I will do whatever I can to rectify the situation. That is all for now" 'The Phoenix' stayed on the air to repeat his broadcast in French, German and Spanish. Jack then ended the hack and returned everyone watching to their regular programming. He had made his first move. To be continued