Genetic Transformation - Part 1

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It was over five hours before Jim finally awoke. He yawned and slowly opened his eyes. His first thought was Why is the ceiling a different color? He realised he must be in someone else's bedroom. How did he get here? He had a vague memory of a car journey and something about having tits. Some dream, except...

THAT WAS NO DREAM!!

Suddenly, he was totally awake and sat up. The first thing he saw was an extremely well-endowed girl in her late teens sitting on a bed opposite, it was, of course, the dressing table mirror.

He looked down to see his two large breasts straining the fabric of Anne's jumper. He slid off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. So this is what Anne's niece looks like, he thought. I could really go for her. Except he was her.

He raised his hands in front of his face and studied them. They were refined and seemed impossibly small compared to his broad, callused hands, which he was used to. The nails were long and carefully manicured. He ran his hands over his hips; they seemed huge, childbearing hips, he realised. The idea that he could now get pregnant and give birth filled him with fear. He suddenly felt hot, and he reached down to pull off his jumper. He reached down and pulled it up It caught on his huge breasts, and he had to ease each one out before he could remove the jumper.

Now for the first time, he had a clear view of his large mammaries; the size of his nipples surprised him; they were dark brown and very inviting. He cupped a breast in each hand and felt its heavy weight with a queasy feeling. The pressure of his dainty hands on his large nipples caused them to become aroused again. A wave of sexual arousal swept through his body. 

He looked in the mirror and watched the young woman slowly rub her huge nipples. He trapped his nipples between his fingers and moaned from the feeling. He imagined himself with this girl, feeling her breasts until she begged to be fucked. A small part of his mind reminded him that he was now the girl, but he was past caring. He felt his groin become aroused, but instead of his usual pumping hardness, he felt a dampness. He undid his jeans and pushed them off his hips; they and his underpants fell to the floor, and Jim was revealed in all his feminine glory.

God, I'm beautiful, he thought, staring at the angel in the mirror. Hesitantly, he moved his hand to his strange new equipment. He ran his fingers over his silky lips and slipped one finger into his vagina. The feeling was utterly alien and totally erotic. He pushed his finger in up to his knuckle and gasped again. He began to caress his clitoris, and his knees almost gave way from the assault of pleasure.

He collapsed on the bed and began working his cunt with gusto. He brought one hand back to his breasts and began to knead them in his desperate need for release. Suddenly it broke over him like a huge tidal wave and he screamed his shear delight as he had his best orgasm of his life.

It reached an intensity he could not believe and did not die away as quickly as his male orgasms used to. He lay there on the bed and gently rubbed his clit and his nipples. Maybe being a woman for a day wouldn't be so bad. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and when Anne turned him back tomorrow, he might have learned how to please his girlfriend more.

There was a gentle knock on the door, "Jim? Are you all right?"

Jim couldn't help laughing quietly, though it came out as giggles. Anne had obviously thought he'd scream at waking up in a girl's body. At least that's what he hoped Anne thought. " Yeah, I'm fine, just wasn't expecting what I saw when I woke up." Dear God, he thought, how am I going to get used to this voice?

"Can I come in?"

He quickly scrambled into his jeans and jumper. He didn't bother with the underpants and kicked them under the bed out of the way. Jim opened the door and looked at Anne's concerned face. He smiled, "It still feels very odd. My hips seem massive, and these move at the slightest movement." He glanced down.

"I might be able to help there." She said and handed him a small bag. He looked inside and pulled out a small mass of white satin and lace. He untangled it, and his jaw dropped. "A BRA!"

"Well, you do need it, if only for today. Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Jim was still shocked, as a man, he wouldn't mind going topless, but he didn't want to show his breasts even to another woman. He noticed he had thought 'another woman' and thought I'm glad I'll be out of this body tomorrow, or I might start fancying men. "Well.... I don't know"

"Don't worry, Jim. It's not like I haven't seen a pair of breasts before, is it?" She led him back into her bedroom and helped him off with his jumper. She slid his arms into the straps and made him lean forward so his breasts fell into the cups, then she fastened the bra, and Jim stood up.

He stared at his reflection open-mouthed. The bra was beautiful, and they held and cosseted his breasts perfectly. He tried to analyse his feelings. he was in his boss's bedroom wearing a bra and it felt..... wonderful. He felt uncomfortable with the thought and pushed it out of his mind. Where had she got the bra? Anne didn't have small breasts, but they were nowhere near the size of his. He asked her.

"Well, I thought you'd feel better if they weren't flopping about all over the place. And I felt guilty for what happened to you, so I went out and got it. It might feel odd for you to wear a bra, but it helps, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, thanks. It's beautiful." Anne thought that was a bit odd coming from a man. Perhaps his female chemistry was affecting his mind in subtle ways. She longed to study Jim's behavior more closely, but the first priority was to find a way to reverse the transformation. Then she could research it at her leisure.

"Look, I'm going to have to pull an all-nighter at the lab to produce a virus capable of reversing this. Will you be alright on your own?" She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of her own jeans and a loose blouse she guessed might be able to contain Jim's breasts. "If your jeans aren't comfortable, try these on. We're about the same size now. There's plenty of food in the fridge. Don't answer the door, I'll put the answer phone on, so listen in case I phone you."

"Don't worry, there is no way I'm answering the door looking like this."

"Alright, I should be back sometime early tomorrow, so relax, we'll soon have you back to your normal self."

Jim smiled back, and before he knew it, Anne was out the door and down the street in her car.

He slipped out of his jeans and stood just wearing his bra. He buttoned the blouse. Slightly confused at first because the buttons were on the other side of the blouse than on his shirts. It fitted, just.

He was about to slip on his jeans when a mischievous thought crossed his mind. He smiled and started going through Anne's drawers. He quickly found her lingerie drawer and sorted out a pair of white panties. He chose a frilly pair similar in design to his bra. 

He slowly drew them up his satiny smooth legs, and they fitted snugly around his new crotch. He looked in the mirror and saw the slight female bulge under his panties that always turned him on. He found it almost impossible to believe it now belonged to him.

Finally, he put on Anne's jeans, which were very tight, and Jim admired the way they showed off his cute butt and wide hips. He looked in the mirror and realised he was one sexy woman. The thought made him feel odd. He hunted around for some shoes and found a pair of trainers, which seemed impossibly small but would easily fit his small, dainty feet. 

He was about to put them on when he noticed some high-heeled shoes. He had always admired the wiggle they gave a woman and couldn't resist trying them on. He slipped them on and tried to do the sexy walk he saw women do every day. 

His first attempt almost broke his ankles, and after five minutes, the best he had managed was a drunken waddle. Maybe it wasn't as easy as it looked, so he switched back to his trainers and wandered downstairs for something to eat.

As Anne drove back to the research institute, she had the nagging feeling she had forgotten something important. She racked her brains for a few minutes but couldn't remember. Jim's problems kept intruding, and she soon became involved in trying to solve them.

Jim was in the process of putting together a sandwich when he heard a key in the front door. Anne must have forgotten her laptop or something. He heard the door open and a male voice call out, "Are you ready yet, Anne? The film starts in half an hour."

Jim was terrified, that's Paul, her boyfriend! She forgot a date!

There was no way he could get upstairs without Paul seeing him. He would just have to face him and explain his presence.

Gathering up his nerves, he stepped into the hall.

Jim had never been so terrified. He had always prided himself on being able to face any situation, but for some reason, having to face Anne's boyfriend in this body was far worse than the time he had been drawn into a brawl at a bar years before.

As he rounded the corner into the hall, Paul looked up, obviously expecting Anne; his momentary surprise was replaced with a broad smile. "Hello, you're Julie, right? We met briefly at your parents' place last Christmas."

"Uh... that's right," what the hell am I going to say, he thought frantically. "Anne had to work late; one of her projects was at a critical stage." 

Jim watched horrified as Paul's eyes flicked over her breasts, before looking at her again. Jim realised Paul probably was not even aware he was doing it. It's almost an instinctive reaction in men to girls like me, he thought.

"Typical, it's not the first time she has forgotten me for her research. That's what I get for dating a career woman like Anne." He smiled ruefully.

He's got a cute smile, thought Jim. He suddenly realised what he had thought, and shock ran through his mind. This body is affecting me more than I thought. "She said she would be working through the night and won't be back till tomorrow morning," Jim blurted out.

Paul looked at her askance. She's attracted to me, he thought. Why else the shy, nervous glances? He watched Jim bite his lower lip in apprehension. Dear God, she is so sexy, Paul thought. 

His eyes flicked across her breasts, which were stretching a blouse just too small for them, and he felt his cock stir in his trousers. The last couple of weeks had seen Anne cancelling dates; she always did this when she reached a major point in her research. When he had arrived and seen Anne's car gone, he realised he would almost certainly have another frustrated evening.

Now? Well, maybe not. "It's a shame I came all this way for nothing. Never mind, so you're staying with your aunt?"

"Yeah, just a day or so." Jim searched his mind for something to say. The words, "Would you like a drink?" popped out of his mouth. No! You idiot! You want to get rid of him, not give him a reason to stay.

"Thanks, just a Coke, I'm driving." He smiled and followed Jim to the kitchen.

Jim was uncomfortably aware of Paul standing right behind him as he got the Coke out of the refrigerator. He tried to stop his hands from trembling as he poured the drink into a glass and handed it to Paul. 

As Paul took the glass, their fingers touched. Paul maintained the contact longer than necessary, then took the glass. "You have very nice hands," he said. Jim didn't know how to reply to this and just managed a shaky smile, a part of his mind preened at the obviously genuine compliment, however.

"So you'll be starting college after the holidays, I suppose. What do you want to do?"

Jim thought frantically, "I want to follow my Aunt; what she's doing is so important."

Fortunately, Paul didn't know Julie at all, so Jim could make up most of his background as he went along. Half an hour passed, and Paul was showing no sign of leaving. Jim was becoming frantic; he wanted me, he thought. 

Several times, he caught himself wondering what it would be like to be on the other side during sex. To be the one to lie back and open his legs, to feel a hard cock inside him. Once he caught himself looking at Paul's crotch, he suddenly realised the direction his thoughts were going and firmly shoved them out of his mind.

Jim could tell from the look in his eyes that Paul had seen him trying to size up his cock, he had to get rid of him fast before Paul tried something. Jim made some excuse about having to get ready to go out with some friends.

As Paul was reluctantly leaving, he asked if Jim had a boyfriend.

"No! uhh no, not at the moment." Jim cursed silently. I should have said yes; now Paul would be after me. Jim recognized the look on Paul's face, the predatory look, he'd had it often enough when after a pretty girl.

On the doorstep, Paul suddenly turned around and kissed Jim on the lips. Jim was totally surprised as Paul held him in a strong embrace. Jim opened his mouth to protest, but realised his mistake when he felt Paul's tongue in his mouth. Part of Jim wanted to thrust him away, but somehow he could not find the willpower to do it. 

Despite himself, he enjoyed the kiss; he loved the feeling of protection the strong arm around him gave. He found himself responding, kissing Paul passionately. He felt his nipples start to tingle and the strange wetness at the crotch he had felt that afternoon when playing with himself. He realised how it could end up, and he did not want to go to bed with Paul despite the responses of his treacherous body.

Finally, he found the strength to pull back from the abyss. Paul smiled at Jim's flushed face and heaving breasts, "Well, I'll see you around before you go back home." And then he was gone into the twilight, leaving Jim stunned on the doorstep.

Back inside, Jim slumped heavily in an armchair, making his heavy breasts jostle, but he was too preoccupied to notice. A man had kissed him. A man who quite obviously jumps into bed with him at the slightest invitation. 

He could feel Paul's strong lips on his, the rasp of stubble against his soft face. And the smell of a brand of aftershave he had used himself just this morning. Paul's reaction was a perfectly normal one when confronted with such a sexy young woman, Jim theorised. It was his own reaction that disturbed him; he had been almost ready to give that invitation to Jim.

A sudden image of a naked Paul leaning over him flashed through his mind. Jim thrust the mental picture; it's just this body's hormones, just relax. Tomorrow, Anne will have worked up an antidote, and all this will just have been a bad dream.

It had only been a couple of hours since Anne went back to the labs, but Jim decided to phone her anyway to see how she was getting on. He sighed with relief when Anne answered the phone. 

"Anne, it's me, Jim. How is it going?"

There was a slight pause at the other end of the phone, then Anne said, "It's going slowly, you can't rush these things, just relax."

"Paul came over a while back."

"OH HELL!! I forgot all about him. We were supposed to see a movie tonight. Did he see you?"

"Yeah, but I managed to convince him I was Julie, visiting you. It was a bit hair-raising, I can tell you."

"Why, did he try anything?"

"No, no. Nothing like that." Best not to tell her, "I just feel very odd in this body."

"Look Jim, you might not like this suggestion, but I'd like to call someone in to look after you while I work.

Jim certainly didn't like this idea at all, but at least it would stop incidents like what happened with Paul. "Who?" he asked.

"Julie"

"What! Your niece! How is she going to react when she hears there is a man running around with her body!"

"She's quite level-headed, and she is the only family member who is really interested in what I do. She knows about the gene therapy work I'm doing, and she is open-minded. I can't tell anyone here because I'd get fired by the board for your accident."

Jim thought about it for a bit, "Alright."

"It'll take her about two hours to get over, go get some sleep. Julie will let herself in."

He reluctantly agreed and hung up, he was very uneasy about revealing his predicament to anyone, and surely he didn't need someone to help him for one more day before Anne worked up an antidote. But Anne probably just doesn't want me left alone to worry, he thought. I wonder how Julie will react to me?

Jim realised he was exhausted after the evening's excitement, and he was soon stripping off in Anne's room. He had some trouble removing the bra, but finally he managed to get it off, and his magnificent breasts swung free. He searched for some pyjamas, but it soon became obvious Anne only had frilly nighties. The night wasn't that cold, so he decided to not wear anything.

His body was still fairly tired from the transformation, and it was not long before he was fast asleep.

Anne hung up and rubbed her bleary eyes. She was getting nowhere. The DNA-altering virus she had injected Jim with had resisted all her attempts to remove it. If she increased the potency of the virus any more, it would destroy his entire genetic makeup, and Jim would literally dissolve.

A more worrying fact was that the small supply of Jim's blood was fast running out. It was the only remaining stock of Jim's male DNA, and when it was gon,e Anne would have no way to turn him back into his old self. But it was vital she used his blood to confirm it worked.

There was one way to get a new supply of Jim's male DNA, and that was to inject someone with a virus containing Jim's DNA, but that would only result in another person being landed in the same problem. 

In other words, Anne had hit a brick wall in her research. It often went like this: a breakthrough would come, and then nothing but careful experiments for years with no results. Jim's problem couldn't wait a week, let alone years; eventually, his family or girlfriend would report him missing. And the last reported sighting of him would be entering the institute.

That was why it was vital to bring Julie in on it now. A second Julie running around would be noticed sooner or later, and only Anne's niece could cover for him. 

Only Julie could keep Jim from coming to the notice of the authorities. Which was worrying because while Julie was intelligent, she tended to have a very mischievous personality, and she got up to a lot of things her parents would never believe she was capable of. Julie and Anne were fairly friendly, partly because Anne was easygoing and partly because of their shared interest in medicine.

Fortunately, Julie answered the phone. "Oh, hi, Anne. What's up? You know what time it is?"

Anne answered with a tired laugh, "Yeah, I know. Look, Julie, I'm in some trouble and I need your help. Could you come by the institute?"

"What? Now?"

"Yes, now. Please, Julie, I wouldn't be asking unless I really needed help."

"Okay. I'm on my way. Meet me at the gate so I can get in."