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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."