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Here is the third installment of Genetic Influences. The fourth
Installment will be completed soon.
Chapter Four: News from Jeannie
My three roomies had all gone off in different directions to take care of
errands, leaving me at my desk with my laptop before me. Lines of text
scrolled down the screen as I read through articles from various journals
of psychological research. I had decided to scrap my senior project and
start all over again from scratch. I figured that, with my new and
improved brain, I could produce a much better product. I wouldn't be
able to finish it before Monday evening, of course; but I could get a
good start. I could research my new topic and probably produce a
detailed outline, which I could continue working off of when I had been
returned to my normal self.
How I wished I could hold onto my new mental abilities. With the poor
focus that came with my old genetic blueprint, it would be harder to
organize myself to finish the project. And, without an eidetic memory, I
would have to spend time going back and referencing my sources.
At around three or so, my work was interrupted by a soft knock on the
door. "Excuse me," I heard a familiar sounding voice say. I turned to
see a face I knew well. It was Jeannie. "I'm sorry," she said,
chagrined by my response. I had left the door open and she was standing
at the threshold, peering into the room. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"That's okay," I said, regrouping after the initial surprise of seeing
her. "What can I do for you?"
"I was looking for Dee," she explained. "Is she around?"
It was strange?very strange?looking at Jeannie with female eyes. I saw
her so differently now. My perceptions were no longer colored by a
strong romantic attraction. Those feelings had been utterly dispelled,
by the dramatic change I had undergone. Where I used to see a face that
seemed to glow with an angelic aura, I now saw only angular features. I
noticed the evenness of her eyebrows. The tightness of her smile. She
wore a well-honed air of perfection that made her seem like a mannequin.
"Dee stepped out," I told her, getting up from my desk chair and moving
towards her. "She'll be back dinner time."
"Oh," she replied. "I guess I'll just come back then."
As she turned to leave, curiosity seized me. "Can I give her a message?"
I asked.
"Just tell her I need to talk to her," she said, looking back at me over
her shoulder. "It's important."
"Something's wrong," I observed, recognizing the telltale signs.
"Something's worrying you."
She turned back around, looking at me strangely. "Do I know you?" she
asked. Her eyes seemed to be studying mine intently. It was as though
she thought she saw something she recognized reflected in their depths.
"I don't think we've met," I said.
"There's something very familiar about you."
"Of course I seem familiar," I thought. "Our souls once mingled, and
there were times we thought we could read each other's minds."
"Probably just have seen each other around the dorm," I offered.
"That must be it," she agreed?though she didn't seem completely satisfied
with that explanation.
"So what's worrying you?" I pried, intuiting that it was something to do
with me. I was right.
"Some men came to ask me questions about someone Dee and I both know."
"Jack," I blurted.
"Yes?do you know Jack?"
"Were the men from the IGC?" I pressed urgently.
She shook her head. "They were federal agents. They said that Jack's
university ID has been read entering this dorm frequently during the last
couple days, and they wanted to know if he'd been coming to see me. He
hasn't, though, and I couldn't tell them anything about where he might
be. Has he been over here?"
"Not exactly," I said absently.
This news worried me. Now I had both the IGC and Federal Agents looking
for me.
"What do you mean by ?not exactly'? Have you heard from him? Is he
okay? It scared me when those agents started asking questions about him.
What do they want with Jack?"
Something in her tone jerked me back into the present moment. She was
really scared for me. "So you still have feelings for m?uh?him then?" I
prodded.
Her eyes narrowed. "You still haven't told me how you know Jack," she
said stiffly.
"We're close," I said. "Very close in fact."
Yes, I was trying to see if I could make her jealous. You've caught me.
I know it wasn't very nice, especially since she had come here out of
concern for me. She had broken my heart just three days earlier, though.
It was recent enough that I could still remember that painful feeling,
and part of me was still angry with the person who had inflicted it.
"Really?" she replied, suddenly appraising me as one appraises a
competitor.
I felt a sharp pang of guilt after she left. It had not been right to
play with her mind in that way. She had been worried about me, and I had
returned the favor by acting small and childish. I had the strong urge
to go after her and apologize. But what would I say? "I'm not Jack's
new girlfriend. I'm really Jack." She'd just think I was psychotic.
And while I was feeling guilt, I was also wondering what glue had held us
together for so long. How could an animated mannequin such as she have
been attracted to Jack?a guy who seemed always to have his life piled up
in a precariously teetering stack?
I guess it is useless to puzzle over such questions. The whys and the
wherefores of romantic attraction are not important. What is important
is how two people nurture the precious gift of love, once it is bestowed
upon them. Had I done my part in that endeavor?
I would have to sort all that out later, of course. The more pressing
worry was the fact that federal agents were now looking for me. I pulled
out my netstream phone and called Javier. "We need to meet somewhere," I
told him. I figured it would be unwise to say more over the netstream,
where anyone might be listening in.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting perched on the low brick wall around
Javier's back patio. "This is troubling news," Javier said. "Have the
agents been to talk to any of your other friends?"
"Hayden called me just before I left to come here. It seems the agents
headed over there just after talking to Jeannie. Hayden told them that I
was taking a road trip to Roswell for the weekend with some new girl I'd
just met. He was calling me to warn me to avoid carrying my ID anywhere
on campus where it might be read. That would blow the story.
"That will put them off your trail for awhile," Javier said.
"Do you think that the NAF government is involved with this project?" I
asked. "Are they contracting with NGI to produce this nanobotic
technology?"
"If they are," Javier said, "then those agents are a danger to you. We
can't be certain that this is the case however."
"So now I've got two agencies trying to track me down. If either one of
them discovers that Jaclyn Fox is really Jack Finch, I'm screwed. I'll
be arrested. Then the best case scenario will be going to jail and spend
the rest of my life stuck in this body. The worst case will be being
quietly disposed of by an agency that wants to keep me from telling what
I know."
"I don't think that will happen," Javier said. "Hayden's lie has bought
us the time we need to change you back. As long as you are careful not
to leave any electronic footprints that reveal you are really in Sierra
Vista, the agents will believe you're in Roswell."
"I think you're downplaying the danger for my benefit," I said. "We
can't be certain that the federal agents won't figure out that he lied to
them somehow. If they look hard enough, I'm sure they could find
evidence that I have not left campus. I wish I had a clearer idea of
what the score is. I wish I knew what the chances of them discovering my
true identity before Monday night. I don't want you to risk bringing me
into the lab only to find federal agents there waiting to take us into
custody."
Javier considered the situation briefly. "We might have an opportunity
to do a little reconnaissance that will help us learn the risks," he said
at last. "There is a corporate event over at NGI headquarters in Tucson
tonight. Krieger and Creighton will both be there. I have also been
invited. You could join me as my date. Then, once the party gets going
and Creighton has had a few drinks, you could?well?persuade him to spill
information."
I glared at Javier. "And just how am I going to be doing this
persuading?" I demanded, "on my back?"
"You needn't have a sexual encounter," he said waving his hands back and
forth before him. "I would not ask you to do something like that. You
need only act interested in him like you did this morning. Then start to
pump him for information." Then the young professor smirked, despite
himself, and added; "figuratively of course."
"Not funny!" I shrilled.
~
That evening, I walked to Krieger's front door on Javier's arm. I was
wearing a silken cocktail dress with a pair of pumps that I was just
starting to get the hang of walking on. My jacket was clone arctic fox
fur. Javier had depleted most of his savings buying these items for me.
"My, don't you look glamorous," Deirdre had said when she saw me in the
dress. She had come over to Javier's house to help me get ready.
"It's a formal affair," I told her?explaining my attire. "We're going
there in a flying limo and everything."
Deirdre smiled at me, as she brushed blush on my face. "You've got a
crush on him, don't you?"
"On who?"
"You know who?on young Dr. Del Garza."
"What makes you think I have a crush on him?"
"The way your face glows when you are near him."
"I don't have a crush on him," I said.
"C'mon Jackie, fess up," Deirdre demanded. "Don't get all techie on me
and deny what you're feeling."
"I'm not a techie," I objected. "I'm green as pine."
"If you're green, then open yourself to the gifts that body is giving
you. Admit what you're feeling to me and to yourself."
"This isn't the time to be exploring the sexuality of this body," I told
her. "I'm not going out on a date. I'm trying to get information that
will tell me whether it will be safe to enter the lab Monday night."
"You're here, Del Garza," the gray haired Krieger observed. He was a
heavyset man with sharp eyes and a prominent hooked nose. A tall and
thin woman who appeared to be his wife stood beside him. "The limos are
waiting for us," he continued, "so let's get going."
"Who is this lovely young lady, Javier," the woman asked.
"This is Ms. Jaclyn Fox," he replied.
"I am Lorna Krieger," the woman told me.
There were a few other couples gathered there as well. All of them were
either project team members or their dates. Creighton and his wife were
among them. Yes, that's right, the bastard was married. His spouse was
an attractive red-haired woman.
We all walked out to the two limos in the semi-circle driveway. They
were long a sleek looking black vehicles, resting on retractable wheels.
If the circumstances had been different, I might have been excited about
my first (and likely only) chance to travel in such a luxurious vehicle.
Javier and I ended up in the limo that Krieger and his wife had boarded.
When we were seated inside, Lorna reached over and rubbed the sleeve of
my jacket, admiringly. "This is a lovely fur, dear."
"Thank you," I said, shyly. She was a wealthy woman who bore herself
with great confidence. I found myself feeling a little intimidated by
her.
"Can hardly tell it was grown in a factory. It feels so much like the
furs I remember from my youth. That was before the greenies got real fur
clothing banned, you know."
She seemed to have little love for the green party.
When the limo was in the air, Krieger offered us all drinks. "It's a
choice between scotch, brandy or cosmos," he said as he peered into the
small fridge.
I found myself following suit with the females in the car and choosing a
cosmo. It was always easier just to conform. Krieger poured the drink
into a plastic cup with some ice and handed it to me. I put my cup to my
lips and sipped it slowly, enjoying the smooth sweetness. By the time I
was finishing it, the limo was pulling into the NGI corporate hangar.
Acting the part of Javier's date, I hooked my arm around his as we strode
off the elevator into a large room where tables and a dance floor had
been set up. We had to sit through a speech given by the CEO of Nanogen,
before our food was brought out.
The dinner was worth waiting for, though. The clone pheasant was
delicious. There were peas and sweet potatoes on the side?real sweet
potatoes and not the canned stuff I usually ate on thanksgiving.
Clearly, the NGI hierarchy had a lot of money to throw around. I enjoyed
my meal sipping my wine and keeping an eye on Creighton all the while.
He was playing it cool, talking to his wife and the people sitting next
to him. Then at one point, when his wife wasn't looking, he gave me a
wink.
Javier leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Soon, he will find an
excuse to leave his wife to go schmoozing," he said, "That will be your
opportunity."
Once again, his predictions abut Creighton's behavior turned out to be
right on. He had apparently worked with the man long enough to know his
patterns pretty well. Creighton leaned over and said something to his
wife. By his expression and body language, I guessed it was something
like: sorry, honey, but you know I gotta play politics at these things.
Javier gave me a slight nod, and I got up and discretely followed
Creighton, as he headed towards the bar. Moments later, I was at the bar
with him and he was ordering me a drink. "Here you go, Ms. Fox," he
said. "Let this be my way of officially welcoming you to our team."
"Why thank you," I said, giving him a smile that I hoped was seductive.
We bantered back and forth for a while as we sipped our drinks. Then he
ordered me a second one. The alcohol was going to my head, I noted.
This body had a lower tolerance that was plain. I decided I had better
start to probe him for information, before I was too buzzed to think
straight. I maneuvered him into a discussion of security protocols at
the lab. "The top secret nature of this project excites me," I told him
in a voice that made me sound like a girl on one of those sex lines.
"Don't over do it, idiot," I chided myself. Then I continued talking,
"It makes me think this project must be very important."
"It is," he bragged.
"I bet a lot of people would like to get their hands on the technology
you're working on," I said?trying to cue him to talk about the incident
involving my brother.
An hour later, I was definitely tipsy. As I walked back to the table, I
slipped off my heel once but recovered my balance quickly and didn't land
on the floor. A band had started to play. I could hear the piping of
wooden flutes and the gentle beating of drums, as I wove through clumps
of people. Then I heard the sound of the long elegant wind instrument
designed to sound like a humpbacked whale. A lot of the currently
popular pieces called for use of the instrument, so it was a standard
fixture in most bands.
Someone had sat down next to Javier and struck up a conversation with
him. The technical nature of their discourse suggested that he was a
colleague. I was eager to tell Javier what I had just learned, which
meant I would have to get him away from this guy. So I put my hand on
his shoulder and said, "Let's dance, handsome."
Javier stood up and gave me a smile, recognizing my ploy. "You will have
to excuse me, my friend," he told the man he'd been talking to.
"By all means," the man answered with a smile.
"Did you find anything out from Creighton, or did you just get drunk?"
Javier asked me in a low tone as we headed towards the floor.
"I'm not drunk," I protested. "Okay maybe a little. But, yes; I was
able to get some information, and it seems as though my identity is safe
for the time being."
We found an open spot on the floor, and we began dancing to the soft beat
of the drums. My hand felt small and delicate as Javier's fingers
wrapped around it. His other hand snaked around to the small of my back.
As we touched, I could feel the chemistry occurring between our disparate
male and female physiologies. An electricity shot through me.
"At least it seems it is safe from what information I was able to get out
of Creighton," I continued. "I had to read between the lines of his
self-serving diatribe about how Krieger is an incompetent figurehead of
the project, and he is the actual brains of the operation."
"There is a kernel of truth to what Creighton says," Javier told me
soberly, "Krieger is primarily an academic and is disinterested in the
daily workings of the lab or with politicking with NGI hierarchy. Since
Creighton is skilled in these areas, he ends up handling most of the
situations that comes up on a day-to-day basis. It is an exaggeration,
however, to say that Krieger is simply a figurehead. It is Krieger's
technical genius that has driven this project forward."
"Hmm," I said. "Creighton is more competent than I judged him to be
then. But at least he's stupid enough to spill his guts when a woman
bats her eyelashes at him. He let quite a bit of information slip. He
told me that they initially sent NGI operatives after my brother. The
operatives tracked him as he fled north, then Drew evaded them."
"Did he say anything about the federal agents?"
"He said that after Drew evaded the NGI operatives they called in the
federal agents. The feds have been busy looking for leads regarding
where my brother might be hiding, but have not had success in finding him
either. They are waiting to question me until Monday when they expect me
to return from Roswell."
"The fact that Creighton has talked to the federal agents, confirms that
Nanogen Industries is under contract with the government of the North
American Federation," Javier said. "He would not be coordinating with
them otherwise."
"True," I agreed. "Creighton was careful not to say anything that would
reveal this, however. He said that my brother was trying to sell off NGI
technology and that's why the feds were brought in. We, of course, know
that this is just a cover story."
Javier nodded. "He is not about to tell you that he's helping the
federal government violate international law."
"So the IGC agents that came to my place the other day were trying to get
information about this project," I said. "They were trying to uncover a
NAF conspiracy to develop illegal technology. Maybe I should contact
them. They might be willing to help us in return for information about
this project."
"The most they could do at this point is provide us safe passage out of
the country," Javier said.
"Couldn't they get a warrant or something and get us into the lab so that
you could change me back."
"The NAF would have the right to appeal any move on the part of the
Intergovernmental council to get such a warrant. Doubtless, the
equipment we need would be long gone by the time the appeal was
overturned."
We danced for a while after we finished talking. Then the song ended.
We stood there for an awkward moment looking at each other. The feel of
his gentle embrace had triggered a warm sense of security, and there was
something within me that wanted to ask him to continue dancing with me.
But we left the dance floor before the next song began, neither of us
able to think of an excuse to stay.
~
Javier pulled up alongside the curb outside the girls' dormitory. It was
late and all the windows were dark. I would have to use my netstream
phone to call Deirdre, waking her up to get in. But I couldn't use my
phone, I realized. Hayden had told the government agents that I was in
Roswell. If they checked my netstream records and saw that I had used my
phone in Sierra Vista, well, I'd have more than a little explaining to
do.
When I turned to Javier to ask him to borrow his phone I found him moving
in to kiss me. I'm sorry he said, chagrined after he drew back and saw
my stunned response. "I should not have done that. It's just that I
thought you were sending me signals tonight."
Slowly my lips formed a smile as he apologized. I moved in and returned
the kiss. Deirdre's words were echoing in my head. "If you are green,
you'll be open to the gifts that body has to offer."
Then one thing led to another and we began to make out. Javier's hands
moved under my clothing. "Be," Deirdre had told me
"Perhaps you would you like to go to my place instead?" Javier whispered.
I nodded.
~
I woke late the next morning in Javier's bed. Stripes of light lay
across the sheets as the sun beamed in through the gaps around the edges
of the window shades. For a brief time, it seemed to my half-awake mind
that my life as Jack Finch had been a dream I'd once had. The memories
seemed a distant and foggy.
I slipped out of the covers and got up out of bed. I could hear Javier
in the kitchen, clinking pots and pans. He was making us breakfast, I
assumed.
I pulled on the shirt he'd worn the night before and buttoned it up. The
smell of his cologne still hung on the fabric. I located my panties on
the floor near the bed and put them on, pulling them up under the shirt
tales.
For the first time since my transformation, I did not have an odd
reaction at seeing myself in the bathroom mirror in the morning. I had
finally grown used to wearing this face, I realized. I'd also gotten
used to moving around in my new body and no longer had the sensation of
constantly being off balance. It had taken me just a little over fort-
eight hours to acclimate to my new skin.
Just because I had grown more comfortable within them did not mean I had
not lost my desire to shuffle off these pretty coils, however. I still
wanted to return to my life as Jack. As imperfect as that life might
have been?still?it was my life. I was now living the life of a stranger.
I left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen where I could now hear
the sizzling sound of food cooking. "I'm making you breakfast from my
native Peru," Javier told me with a broad smile when I came up along side
him and slipped my arm around his waist. He was wearing only a pair of
shorts. "I hope you do not mind a little chili pepper in the morning."
"Mmm," I said, "smells good." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then
rested my head on his shoulder contentedly. As my skin contacted his, I
recalled vividly the pleasures of the night before. It had been unlike
anything I had ever felt. As a male, I had had basically one pleasure
point in my body. This body had several pleasure points that all seemed
connected.
After breakfast, Javier took me back to the dorm. I had the strong urge
to tell him I'd be coming back to his place later to spend my last night
as a woman with him. But I decided that that would not be wise. It was
better that what happened between us remain a one night thing. It was
better that I did not make ties that would be hard to break. In roughly
thirty-six hours, I would be Jack Finch again after all. Then Jaclyn Fox
would be gone forever. It was quite likely that my memory of all this
would be like a strange dream. Just as my memories of being Jack were
now beginning to seem like a dream.
The rest of that day passed rather slowly and uneventfully. I was
nervous, however. The following evening I would be entering the lab with
Javier. I went over the plans we had laid out in my head, worrying about
all the things that might go wrong.
I eventually decided to work on my senior project to distract myself. I
managed to finished off an outline, which I sent to my advisor.
That evening, after dinner, I found myself down in the laundry room,
talking to Deirdre as we waited for her clothes to dry. My shoulders
were bowed towards her as we talked, and her shoulders were bowed towards
me. We were locked in that sort of circle that to females often seen to
form when they talk.
"I'm going to miss having you as a girlfriend after you change back," she
said after a while.
"Really?" I said?surprised by this revelation.
"Yes," she confirmed. "Of course."
She was about to say more when she noticed someone new entering the
laundry room, toting a full basket of clothes. It was Jeannie. When she
saw me, she gave me a glare. "Yikes," said Deirdre. "If looks could
kill? Did something go on between you and little miss perfect over there
the other day?"
"I'm afraid I was a little mean to her," I confessed. "I suppose I
should try and make amends."
I stood up and approached Jeannie tentatively, as she set down her basket
and began sorting her clothes. "Uh?hi," I said.
"What can I do for you?" she asked. Her tone was crisp and cold.
"Well," I began uneasily, "I just wanted to apologize."
"Apologize?" she said tightly. "What for? I don't see that you've done
anything wrong. I broke up with Jack, and you are free to go out with
him. I hope the two of you are hap?"
"I'm not going out with Jack," I interrupted.
"Oh," she said?stopped short. "Then I must have misunderstood."
"I sort of led you to misunderstand. That's why I'm apologizing. It was
not a nice thing to do. You see, I'm Jack's cousin, and I guess I felt a
little bitter at how much the breakup hurt him. So I thought I'd get a
little revenge. Then I felt guilty afterwards. I hope you can forgive
me."
She digested my words for a moment. "I guess I can understand why you
would have been bitter towards me," she said at last. "And it took
courage for you to come up to me and apologize like this."
"I felt bad making you think that Jack could just move on to another
relationship. The truth is: he was real wrapped up in you."
She dropped her eyes, and I heard her sniffle. She was crying. "Oh
geez," I thought. "I've made her cry." I had wanted to offer up my
apology and then bid a hasty retreat. Now I was stuck.
"Look," I said softly, coming around beside her. "I didn't want to make
you upset like this."
"I?I've been wanting to call him," she told me. "To tell him I want to
be back with him. I?I just don't know if it's the right thing to do."
"What made you decide you needed to break up with him?" I asked. This
was a rare opportunity. Perhaps she would tell me things she would have
been afraid to tell me as Jack. Perhaps she would be more comfortable
talking to another girl.
"I'm not sure really," she said at first. Then, looking at me and
seeming to think she could talk to me, she said, "I think it's just that
he would get defensive whenever I tried to bring up a problem?you
know?with something he did that I didn't like. Don't get me wrong?he was
a real sweet guy. And he was pretty sensitive. But no guy is perfect.
Jack would always forget things. Things that I would ask him to do for
me. When he did something a little insensitive like this, and I tried to
tell him about it?he would just try to convince me that I was making a
big deal over nothing. He would never hear me out."
"I see," I replied. That was a bit more honesty than I wanted. I had
done that. I had done that and been unaware of how much it was bothering
her.
"Why do guys do stuff like that anyway?" she implored. "Why are they so
afraid to talk about problems in a relationship?"
Her question hung there in the space between us for what seemed like an
endless march of moments. "I think that maybe?" I began haltingly. "I
think that, in Jack's case, it was insecurity. I?uh?I mean?he is pretty
sensitive about his trouble with forgetting important details. He always
got a lot of grief over it from his family. When you said those things I
guess he would hear his family berating him. That's why he reacted the
way he did."
It was painful pulling those last few revelations out of me. I found my
eyes stinging with hot tears. I fought them down, as I talked and. I
tried to hide the personal intensity of the moment for me. Why hadn't I
ever talked to her about this before?
"Yah," she said, drying her own tears and looking back up at me. "That
fits. I'm not sure why I didn't see that before myself."
"I'm not sure he was completely aware of it himself."
"You seem to know Jack pretty well. The two of you must be really close.
I'm surprised that he never mentioned you before."
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