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President Gerald R. Ford sat at his desk in the Oval Office at the address of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D.C. The cameras of three major T.V. Networks were pointed at him and running. When the light blinked from red to green President Ford spoke, "My fellow Americans, good evening. Last night, as we all slept and dreamt of the holiday season and the joys of being with our families, our nation, our planet, was attacked. We were the target of a diabolical biological weapon launched by an enemy that my administration has confirmed comes from beyond our solar system. This enemy struck with neither remorse, nor regret and now tens of thousands of men in our nation and hundreds of thousands of men around our planet have changed. By the power of this terrible weapon, these unfortunates have been transformed from their former sex, to their current feminine gender. Revealing their identities is not in the national interest for they carry no contagion nor do they represent any danger. They are our kith and kin and we MUST treat them as such. The enemy, however, are NOT our kin, nor are they any ally of ours. They do NOT come in peace. They, by their actions have shown us that the petty squabbles and differences that we were so concerned with just months ago mean nothing. Now we are one race, one planet and we are besieged, the enemy stands off from us with their fleet and their power in a camp they have made in the Jupiter system. We have learned that they are a race of humanoid titanthropes. Their biology is not male or female, but both, in one gender. They have come here because they believe we have advanced too quickly, and that our tools and technologies are the product of others and not ourselves. They attribute human genius and ingenuity to the interference of another and so they have come to make themselves our masters in all but name. As your President, I promise you that our answer will be the same as it always has been, weather a would be tyrant comes from our own shores or a world beyond the stars. We will resist, we will defy them, and we will remain free. They condemn our genius as the product of another. We will show them that it comes only from ourselves. They will learn this as we make of it a weapon with witch we shall strike back at them and drive them from our star system. Would be tyrants and world beaters have learned this lesson before. We will teach it to them AGAIN. From now, until the end of time, we will be FREE! May god be with you all, Good night." The post-broadcast analysis of the President's speech took up the rest of the hour and Michelle and Schtopaugh had no interest in it. She turned off the television and looked at Joanne telling her, "Well, now the word is out. That means that if you asked, the government might release your identity and let you tell your family." Joanne shook her head, telling Michelle, "No way, not now, they buried their husband and father. They made their peace with what happened and so did I. trying to go back would be absurd, and even cruel. Schtopaugh chose that moment to point out, "Now things are going to get interesting. The public knows. That means we're going to have three , maybe four reactions." Michelle held up a finger each time she numbered one of the factions of reaction, "One, Holy shit, followed by what happens now?' Two, 'The government/Americans are making it up.' That one will be ameliorated by the Soviet Union's corroboration of this, so you'll just have the nuts going in for it. Three, 'The warmongering government is lying and the aliens want to be friends.' That one won't last as the victims of Transformation night tell their stories. Men, boys, and even the parents of male babies who testify to their very unwilling transformations into women and girls. Four, 'I don't care who they are of where they're from they can kiss our freckled human butts.' The last reaction is going to be the most prevalent and vehement." Joanne pointed out, "One thing is sure; our generation has just seen the last of human on human wars." Schtopaugh cautioned her, "Maybe so, maybe not, don't speak too soon, Iosef, If I know one thing it is that humans are capable of amazing acts of self obsessed stupidity and arrogance. Right now, the place to watch is the third world The Middle East and South America particularly. China and the U.S.S.R. will manage Asia, By the way, I hear the American ambassador to China is telling their Premier now, and the Soviet Ambassador will be there to corroborate the evidence. You can count on China to add a third Orion to the Human Alliance fleet. The next morning as Michelle and Schtopaugh reported to work at Hanger Alpha 01, they were told of the protestors outside of the Wyoming gate of the base. They knew Sandia labs was here and they didn't have to think very hard to guess there was an Anti alien effort here. There were a round seven dozen men and women many of whom held signs that said among other things, "What did you know and when did you know it?" "They came in peace, don't blow them to pieces" "The Aliens are our friends, the GOVERNMENT is our enemy " In reference to the victims of the bio assault, their signs said the following, "Womanhood won't kill them" "Less men, less war" "Now, THEY'LL see how it tastes!" Michelle stared at the photos and video of the protestors in stark amazement. They had no idea. Tens of thousands of American men and boys had just had their lives changed forever in a deeply cutting and violating manner and without their consent. If this was not rape, Michelle did not know what else to call it. These people were behaving as if it were nothing. Michelle shook her head to clear it and asked Media director powers, "So what else is going on?" Powers queued up more news footage, this time of North Korean Troops slugging it out with South Korean and American Troops on the Demilitarized zone. As she displayed the footage, she told the assembled commanders, "Well, there are several battles going on, the biggest and nastiest is a run and gun fight between the People's Revolutionary Army of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea and the Republic of Korea Army and American allied forces. That one will not last long as the DPRK forces are getting the worst of it and are even now trying to disengage. The second is a short but nasty slugfest between the Israeli Defense Force and the Egyptian army, that one didn't last more than the time it took for an IDF tank battalion to cut the other guy's supply line. We have news from the People's Republic of Vietnam, if the Republic of Vietnam surrenders; they say they'll join us in our war effort against the aliens. Saigon is expected to heave in the towel on condition of guarantees of amnesty for the Government and ARVN personnel. Hanoi has already sent us the message that they consider the war between the U.S. and their government to be the result of, heh, you love this, 'hooliganism and hucksterism against the American Proletariat by reactionary imperialist French agents.'" General Ballard piped up then, "I am guessing that is NOT due to a rash of sweet loving kindness on their parts." Powers grinned ruefully and said, "You would be correct, their attack of the sugars is due to the U.S.S.R. standing behind them and reminding them where their weapons and money came from during the war and telling them that if the Kremlin wants a thing, Hanoi had better want it too. You'd better believe they're paying for all that Soviet military aid in spades now." Schtopaugh nodded and smirked, "What, did they think all those tanks, and planes, and rifles and S.A.M.s and ammo came for free?" That got a grim chuckle from all present. It seemed that both American and Soviet personnel were most amused at Hanoi's expectation of a 'free lunch'. Michelle took that time to mention, "It took the United States over a century to get out from under our favor-debt to France, and they're STILL necking on us like a New Jersey Fishwife." Colonel Tereshkova asked, "Is that all?" Media director Powers smirked and answered, "Nope, we've got confirmed violence against Change victims in Saudi Arabia, Syria, Jordan, Egypt, Belize, Brazil, Honduras, Nicaragua, pretty much any country where the dicks rule the chicks. Even here at home, we've had a few changees getting lynched in the Deep South. We can thank the almost cockroach-like KKK for that." Michelle came back to the subject that would not leave her mind, "How about the changes, have they stopped?' "Powers turned serious and told her, "No, Captain, they haven't. RH negative blood might be the rarest blood factor on Earth, but there are still a LOT of male human beings of all ages that have it. As near, as we can tell anyone with any other blood type is safe. Anyone with RH neg and a penis won't have that penis for very long." "Captain Michelle Strelnikova shouted out, "GOD DAMN IT TO HELL!" and stormed out. Colonel Tereshkova nodded at Schtopaugh and Ballard confirmed permission. Schtopaugh left to go and talk to Michelle Schtopaugh went to her and tried to put a hand on her shoulder. She recoiled from him and told him, "No, Schtopaugh, no, I get that you just want to help and I understand, but no, not right now, I have to, ...think, I have to try and process this,.. SHIT! Right now, all those guys men and boys who never hurt a fly are losing everything, just EVERYTHING, and,....We, we're supposed to protect them, we're we,. Our whole job was to, protect, and keep them safe and us, we failed. I failed, I could not even protect myself, or Joe or anyone, so just don't. I,...I need to go, I'll come back but,..Damn it!" Michelle walked to the Project break room and sat in one of the hard plastic orange chairs. As she did so, she thought. The Raianna virus was going to hang in the atmosphere of the planet Earth, spreading and multiplying and infecting any man boy or male infant with the rare royal blood of Romeo Hotel minus sign. This would happen from then on. Any baby born with that dominant blood type would change almost as soon as they recovered from being born and those evil little microbes or nanites, or whatever they were, found him. When Captain Strelnikova returned, she seemed different. Darker, more serious. She looked at General Mason Ballard and told him, "Sir, you have to let me command the 'John Paul Jones'. That is my ship, my mission. I have the rank, I have the space hours, and I am the only American who has ever seen and spoken to a dickgirl. If you give anyone else command of this mission it will be the height of colossal stupidity." General Ballard was working to keep his voice from becoming an angry bellow as he responded. "I have been in this man's Air force for thirty years, man, and boy, so excuse me while I work to keep my temper in the presence of a subordinate officer who, for the moment seems to have lost her god damned mind. Now having established that, do you suppose you could tell me why in the name of holy hell I should acquiesce to the petulant demands of said officer and place a woman who is with child in deliberate mortal danger?" "Sir, forgive my imprudence, I apologize for my manner and insubordination. " "Captain, you are forgiven, now would you please explain you position to me in a way that doesn't make you sound as if you think you're the C.O. of this base." "Yes, Sir, If the general pleases, my position is as follows. This battle will quite literally be for the survival of the human race as a free species. If we loose this battle out in space, we will soon be fighting on our planet's surface, and under those strategic conditions, the enemy will enjoy total air and space superiority. That being so we need our most battle experienced space worthy commander as master of the John Paul Jones. In other words, Sir, regardless of my condition we need me. The reality is if we lose this fight, it isn't going to matter whether or not my child is born, because I won't have him or her growing up as the Raianna's serf." General Mason Ballard looked as if he was choosing what he minded more, her impudence or her being essentially correct. He found himself looking at Colonel Tereshkova and that officer told him, "Captain Strelnikova's manner is a bit unorthodox, but her logic is sound. If humanity loses this battle, we have lost the war, and if we fight this battle with an inexperienced and unaware commander at the helm of one of our two lead ships, we WILL lose this battle. In addition I consider it vital that I command the Alexander Nevski for the same reason Captain Strelnikova should command the John Paul Jones." The General asked, "And what of the Ship from the People's Republic of China?" Tereshkova told the man, "If they are at all intelligent they will appoint People's Air group Marshall Deng Xiaoping." Michelle piped up again. "The ships launch in 28 to 60 days, which is still the first and second trimester. I would not be at risk for serious miscarriage during combat operations until the third trimester. In addition, sir, many modern obstetricians tell us that too much pampering is actually BAD for mother and baby. With all due respect General Ballard, you need me up there conning this ship and putting my foot up their ass, not down here in a maternity dress sticking pickles and ice cream in my face and feeling useless." The General rubbed his hands over his face and said as an observation, "You know, just once, I wish someone would follow the phrase 'with all due respect' with a statement that was actually respectful. All right, Captain Strelnikova, I'll throw in a good word, and see if we can't put our two most experience alien fighters on the point on this one. The next thirty days were a whirlwind of frenetic activity as two superpowers and one up-and-comer devoted the full brunt of their national muscle to building three nuclear powered pulse ships. The U.S.S. John Paul Jones, the P.W.S. Alexander Nevski and the P.S.S. Revolutionary Guard. Construction of the 'John Paul Jones took place 24 hours a day and seven days a week. No time off and twelve hour shifts. Her hull was massive and the fuel charge magazine alone dwarfed any human space ship ever built. The construction and fueling and arming of the three ships was gutting the nuclear arsenals of three countries. The crew of the John Paul Jones consisted of the best and brightest from the American astronaut program. Even at that, the size of the program had to triple to equal the 100- person crew. Michelle travelled to Point Barrow, Alaska to meet her prospective crew, and to see the ship herself. The work was constant and noisy and, surprisingly there were almost no sluggards or discipline problems. Even so, there were posters scattered around the quarters and the work site. A poster of a tall imperious looking woman with a bulge in her crotch glowering down at the viewer. The caption said, 'SHE thinks you could use some time off.' Another poster showed a woman in an American uniform, a man in a Soviet Uniform and another woman with oriental features in a P.R.C. Air Force uniform standing shoulder to shoulder. The caption read, 'For all mankind' A third poster displayed an apparent woman with very short hair wearing badly fitting men's clothing and looking sorrowful, that caption read simply, 'WHY?' Posters like those and variations on those themes were appearing all over the country. One poster showed a Raianna dressed as an old style accountant working an adding machine and looking at the viewer craftily 'I think you could take another tax deduction, it won't do any harm.' Michelle caught a look at one poster showing a religiously themed anti education anti tech 'Equal time for Yahweh' style protest. In the back, several VERY tall beautiful women with obvious crotch bulges looked on approvingly. The caption, "THEY don't like science based education either." The construction/launch complex itself was in a deep tunnel in the Alaskan tundra that had once been a dugout for the Alaskan National Guard during World War Two. All the D.O.D> had to do was deepen it a bit and add a few more rooms for quarters. Captain Michelle Strelnikova followed General Harland Pucket to the main silo. When they reached it, Michelle was awestruck. The bare frame of the ship became less bare by the day, nearly by the hour, and Michelle's hardhat and safety goggles were issued to her before she was allowed in. General Pucket was talking. He had to speak loudly because of the noise of rivets hammering home and machines working hard and men and women shouting instructions to each other. "See. We already got the Fuel magazine built down below the crew line we' gonna be ready to stock it up nex' week and' nen we gonna bring in tha COM- Pewter fer tha mainframe and get the quarters and control deck. We stay on Schedule, Yoo gonna be able ta take 'er up 'round about the firs' week uh Feb'yary!" Michelle questioned the two-month deadline when she had heard one month. "I thought it was 30 days, not sixty!" "Well now, it's them damn rail cannons holdin' us up, Ma'am if'n yooo wanted to skip 'em we could launch in a monf, but I reckon you'll be damn glad ta have 'em when the slugging starts with them Dickgirls!" "How about Armor, what are we working with?" "We got an alloy called Tribinium what's a mix of titanium and platinum whut'll be damnd good fer ya, and plus we gonna give you these panels called Chobham, they're reactive see, when a round or a shot hits they detonate outward to destroy the round before it can penetrate!" "General, that sounds damned good, sir." "Aw, hell yoo aint seen tha bes' part, come on along. See, we already got our 'pewters hardened agin' our own Eeee Emmm Peee, so our nukes aint gonna phase us but lookit here.,-" "I thought our fuel charges were too small for a dangerous E.M.P.?" "They Are, but the Nukes we gonna be throwin' are the big bitches." "Ah, I see." "So, like I wuz sayin' We got these little boys, we call 'em Darts. One pilot per dart, ten darts to your ship. Each dart armed with a ten megaton nuk'lar warhead. The pilot flies on in and looks fer an enemy ship and latches on magnetically, then BOOM!" "SO how does the pilot get back to the J.P.J." General Pucket spoke with finality, "They don't." Michelle thought and wondered where the pilots were going to come from, then it hit her and she said it almost as soon as she realized it, "You already have them, don't you?" "We do. seven Air Force and three Navy all with RH negative blood. When they changed, they decided that this was better than trying to live as women. Some guys can do it, like you, but some guys just aint that strong, Captain." When Michelle reached the heated trailer that passed for her quarters/office, she found a surfeit of papers and statistics waiting for her. One envelope contained the papers certifying her as the master and commander of the U.S.S. John Paul Jones (NPB-01) The rest were the latest relevant figures on the Bioweapon's effects and casualties. Michelle was receiving them because she had specifically asked for them. Every adult man with dominant RH negative blood factor regardless of advanced age was transformed into a woman of roughly 18 to 22 years of age biologically. Every RH negative blooded boy under 18 lost anywhere from five to ten years with no loss of memory or awareness going as far down as ten years old. That seemed to be the lower limit. Any boy younger than six or seven suffered no regression, but boys of ten and up were waking up with physical regressions as young as five years old. The number of transformees was bottoming out at 200,000 male to female of varying ages. The younger they were the less likely to suffer deep psychological trauma. That was not the worst part. In some cases, wives and mothers rejected their own husbands and children. In some cases neighbors killed changees. Things were getting pretty dark. President Ford sent a bill to Congress mandating the Creation of a "Bureau of Gender Adjustment and location. (BGAL) Michelle laughed grimly at the acronym and hoped it was not deliberate. Six members of Congress had not been seen since the Bomb dropped. Most people expected the bill to take a rocky trip through committee then on to the floors of first the House, then the Senate, followed by the journey back to the President's desk for his signature signing it into law. The bill mandated the creation of the department and the establishment of an open ended discretionary fund that would help pay for identity confirmation, gender rehabilitation, and if need be, relocation and counseling for the victims of what was now termed, Hostile Overwriting Transformation Syndrome. Michelle frowned at that, 'H.O.T.S' one more and the WAG in the acronym department would officially have to be shot. What it boiled down to was that any man or boy that found himself transformed into herself would receive federal assistance in establishing their identity, relocating if they had to and restarting the life they lost. Michelle was all for it. There would be a lot of hurting people out there. Many of them would have no idea what to do and just talking them down from a metaphorical and in some cases not so metaphorical ledge would only be the beginning. The construction and military personnel at Point Barrow received no mail that was not censored, nor did they take calls or do anything else to indicate that there was anything of great import here. Even their supplies were being brought in via boomer nuclear subs gutted and refitted as cargo carriers to bring everything in under the ice. When the John Paul Jones launched, she would do so as a complete surprise. The Raianna would never see it coming. Michelle spent most of the day in her office before getting up and walking the ten feet in her trailer from 'office' to 'home'. Adding to the disorientation was the fact that it was still nighttime. It had been all day and for the past several days since her arrival. This far north and close to the pole, day and night were measured in months, not hours. Daybreak would not happen until sometime in March. Michelle took off her uniform and skinned down to her underwear, then skinned out of that and put on the set of thick wool/cotton blend pajamas that Schtopaugh bought for her. The heater in her trailer did it's best, but she still got cold in the night. That was one of the many things that perplexed Michelle even after all this time. The bizarre cold flashes she sometimes got. It was why she had to wear the matching footie socks as well. It explained why natural born women were always on the hunt for 'Mr. Right" they weren't looking for a man, they just wanted a giant water bottle they could hug. Michelle had to admit that right now, one of the reasons she missed Schtopaugh was that he was a six foot four inch tall 198 pound 98 degree temperature bed heater, among his other good qualities. In among the papers and files was a letter postmarked Star City, U.S.S.R. from Lt. Colonel Schtopaugh Dumovich Strelnikov, addressed to Captain Michelle Gabrielle Strelnikova, Care of P,O, Box 714, K.A.F.B. ALB, New Mexico, U.S.A. Michelle waved the letter over her tummy and said, "Hey, look, a letter from yer ole' man." Michelle opened the letter and saw the crazy quilt pattern of rectangular gaps that meant the wartime censors got to the letter first. This one was not too bad as Schtopaugh always kept his letter personal and circumspect. Most of it was he telling her that the cold chill of (Somewhere) was all that much colder because she was not there. He missed her and was having to resort to forlorn self-pleasure in lieu of her body and her love. He actually wrote that he was 'Beating it like it owes me money' Michelle chuckled at that and it reminded her of her own sexual frustrations. Michelle read the rest of Schtopaugh's letter thinking about him writing it. It told of the Soviet Union's response to the transformees. Given that the primary airburst was over north America there were very few soviet men and boys being transformed. Nothing like the hundreds of thousands of victims in the U.S., Canada, and Mexico. This left the Soviet Politburo with a much less severe logistical problem. It also meant that they had a much lower urgency to solve the problem. More and more, the rest of the world viewed the Changees as 'An American problem." That was where most of the victims of it lived. Michelle hoped they would never have to pay for their nationalist close mindedness. If it got that far, everyone would suffer. The total number of changees was small by percentage, but would never stop. This was because the RH negative blood factor could be found in many blood types as a recessive trait, only activating and attracting the nanobots if it was dominant. (Both parents having the factor and passing it on to their male children. This accounted for cases where the father had it as a recessive and the mother had it as a recessive, but the male children had it as a dominant trait, and were therefore changed. In other words, it was a crapshoot that could not be stopped. It might have seemed like an 'American' problem now, but that would change most likely in short order. They could not be detected by the present state of the art. They could not be stopped by the current state of the art. They would use terran materials to endlessly replicate themselves and target any human male with the dominant RH blood factor and transform him into a healthy biologically fit physically attractive woman. Michelle was not horny anymore and tried her best to get some sleep. She would need it after this revelation. However long it took to defeat the enemy, it might not matter in the end. This could well finish the human race, one way, or the other. Michelle felt lost and alone and Schtopaugh was not here to hold her and help her feel better. How was humankind going to fight the Raianna, even if the three ship flotilla fought off/scared off the present fleet, they WOULD be back. These, creatures had a star spanning empire of protectorate worlds and subordinate colonies. It was very likely that they would return probably in force after a battle that they would rate as a mere skirmish. In another vein, all they really had to do was wait while as much as a fourth of the men on Earth were transformed into women and watch the many first and second world civilizations, just implode. Out of any country in the first world, the United States had the best chance to weather this, and realistically, that was not very good. This mass gender crisis might be the worst national crucible since the American War Between the States. Michelle spent the rest of her time talking with her crew. Many of them were new to the Astronaut program but all were military veterans from Either the Navy or Marine Corps. It was 20 days to launch when the ten Dart pilots showed up. They were kept under guard and several of them were clear suicide risks. Michelle looked at them as she watched them in the med bay being checked out. They reminded her of how she had been at first. Sad, and afraid and noncomprehending. For them however, it was worse. For these ten men turned women it was as if they were already dead. They could not comprehend living this way and the Psychologist in charge of them was Dr. Hadley Stivic. Michelle looked at the woman who was now a Lt Commander and greeted her, "Dr. Stivic, hello again, it's been a while. How have you been keeping?" "Well, Captain, as you can imagine, I have been busy. Those ten girls are not the only cases and I have had to invent a whole new branch of the science to deal with the victims of this attack." "I can imagine. It must be hard dealing with all these guys." "Captain, I don't think you can. Furthermore, I don't think you realize how special you are." Michelle was perplexed. "What do you mean, special?" "Captain Strelnikova, you're one of the toughest and most tough minded people I have ever seen. You had a bad spot after your change, but you stayed functional. Even at your worst, you could imagine a life after your change and now look at you. Stable, happy highly functional and determined. You won't give up and you won't let this stop you, so you change and adapt. That is exactly what healthy stable people do. These ten men, all they care about is dying in such a way as to take some of their victimizers with them, and I don't know how to help them." "What do you mean; you helped me, didn't you?" "No, Captain, YOU helped you. Schtopaugh helped you. You met him and now your life is about being together with him and raising your children and living happy in a future you can easily visualize." "But these guys, can't you talk to them, can't you, reach them,...?" Stivic looked dispirited as she answered, "Captain, I wish I knew how?" "You'll figure it out, Dr. Maybe not in time to help these guys, but in time to help the thousand, and probably hundreds of thousand of men that will be victimized by this thing in the times to come. In the meantime my prime crew and I need to train some more. As it is, when my Weapons officer gets gas, I break wind, but you never can train too much." The time passed, the world waited and suffered as men and boy continued to suffer changes in little dribs and drabs and finally, on March the First, 1975, The U.S. S. John Paul Jones was ready. The ship was stocked, fueled, crewed and ready to launched. In the Gobi Desert, the People's guard was ready to launch and in the wastes of Siberia, the Alexander Nevski was ready. The word was given and the Captain of the John Paul Jones ordered her engine master to fire the series of charges that would launch the massive ship. This launch was like nothing Michelle had ever felt. It was massive and almost backbreaking but the ship catapulted into the sky far faster and harder than any chemical rocket. The John Paul Jones lifted off and flew with tremendous speed and force into space. The Nevski and the Guard joined her and Colonel Tereshkova and Air Marshall Xiaoping sent their greetings. The three ships then boomed with nuclear force forward to meet the enemy. The Raianna had launched their attack on humanity, now they would get humanity's answer.