Chapter 4

Anne worked way into the afternoon, finally she leaned back and stretched her stiff back. On the screen lay the plans for a simple addition to the DNA viruses running around, that should make the transmission much more difficult, but not impossible. She had to stop the problem now before it spread.

Jim wandered into the kitchen, "Finished?" he asked.

"Yep, this should stop you, Julie and Paul, passing this on to anyone, if you have any more 'accidents'. How are Julie and Paul?"

"Julie is handling it quite well, but Paul, I don't know. He is very withdrawn. Perhaps you should talk to him."

"Tonight, today I have to prepare and test this." She gestured at the screen. "Julie needs to get some more clothes, You live near the institute, don't you."

"Yeah, you drop me and Julie off there and you and Paul go on to the lab." Jim said.

"I don't think we should take Paul, he needs to rest."

"We can't leave him here by himself. He needs to be with you to work things out."

Anne nodded, she would have to treat him carefully till she could undo the damage. "Alright, you get Julie and I'll get Paul."

Paul was in the dining room, staring out the window. He turned when Anne entered, "I don't know who I am anymore." He said close to tears.

Anne put an arm around him, "It's alright Paul. I'm here, I will sort this out I promise."

He looked up at her and nodded, "Okay." He said, managing a weak smile.

Jim and Julie had already piled into the back seat and were laughing at some joke one of them had cracked. They look like lovers, she thought. Paul climbed into the passenger seat grimacing as he moved the seat belt strap between his large breasts. All four were quiet until they had reached Jim's apartment. Jim and Julie got out and watched the car pull away.

"Paul is really starting to flip out, I thought he'd be more used to this by now." Jim commented worriedly.

"Well, he is a typical, macho, old-style male. He probably thinks becoming a woman, even half of one, has made him some sort of second class citizen."

Jim sighed, feeling again the still strange weight of his heavy breasts. "Well come on then."

He went up the first flight of stairs and unlocked the door to his apartment. He looked sadly around the obviously male occupied rooms, they seemed to be part of his life long gone. Being in so familiar surroundings reminded him how much he had changed. He felt so aware of his new body, his breasts shifted in their silken confines with every slight movement he made. His jeans fitted snugly around his wide womanly hips. He felt so out of place, this was no longer his apartment.It more properly belonged to Julie now.

He shook off the feeling and dug out some clothes for her, while she looked around the apartment. "Are you sure you live here? We haven't gone to the local landfill site by mistake."

"What do you expect, the Ritz? A single man lives here, you should expect a little clutter." He said, slightly annoyed.

"A little clutter? Looks like a bomb has hit it."

"I'm so sorry, it's the maid's day off." He grinned at her and she couldn't help returning it. She looked at Jim and felt herself growing aroused again. A small part of her worried he might notice, then she notice his eyes glance down and his grin widened.

With that all semblance of control went and Julie took Jim on her powerful arms and pressed her lips against his. Jim melted in her strong embrace, this was so different than with Paul, there was none of the fear he had felt when he had been with him. Julie's tongue pushed opened his lips and Jim felt himself become very turned on. His large sensitive breasts were crushed against Julie's wide torso, he was really wet between his legs and he knew that he must have Julie's cock in his strange new feminine place.

"Jim! You BASTARD!" A voice screamed from the door, the lovers broke off and stared at the source of the voice. At the door stood a petite Asian girl, who was very, very angry.

Jim gasped in horror, it was his girlfriend Catherine! She was directing her rage at Julie, who didn't have a clue what to say.

Catherine advanced on Julie. "You disappear for days without a word! And then I catch you with some cheap whore!" Jim felt slightly annoyed about the insult, but he could imagine how this looked to her. Julie was just searching for something to say when Catherine delivered a vicious slap, turned and stalked out of the flat.

Jim and Julie stared at each other open mouthed. Then Jim collapsed on the bed, "Well that just about wraps up a perfect weekend!" He realised he didn't feel as upset as he should, he wanted Julie more than he had ever wanted Catherine.

Julie felt his sore cheek, "So Paul wasn't the only one cheating on his girlfriend." She said.

Jim realised the absurdity of the situation and he collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Come on, Anne will be wondering where we are." He finally said. He handed the small case of clothes to Julie and they headed back for the short walk to the institute. Julie put her arm around Jim as they headed back to the institute, he found it very comforting. I'm falling for her like some lovesick schoolgirl, he thought. Do I want to do this, if we carry on like this I'll end up in bed with her. No, this is different than with Paul. She'd make life bareable if we stay stuck this way, more than bareable. She smiled up at Julie, who looked down warmly at him.

Anne held the batch of test samples in her hand, it seemed to work. The viruses effectiveness was reduced significantly, it didn't help her in her fight to turn the three back into their old selves, but at least it would mean no one else would suffer from the problem.

Paul sat on the far side of the lab, she had tried to interest him on what she was doing, but nothing she could say or do would bring any response from him. Finally she had left him to it as she worked.

He sat and watched her as she worked, he couldn't shake the sneaking suspicion that this wasn't some big trick he had pulled on her. That she could turn him back at any moment, but she was doing this to punish him for his infidelity. He remembered the way the guard had leered at him, as they had entered the building and cringed. He couldn't stand to stay in this weak body a moment longer.

He racked his memory, who could he turn to? Then he remembered, a few years before he had represented a biology researcher, who had been accused of stealing someone else's results. What was his name, ah yes. Dr Michael Kingston. Paul had got him off on a point of law, he knew he had done it, but he had been hired to clear his client. Anne had told him of his reputation in the research fraternity, it was obvious she didn't like him at all. If anyone could turn him back, it was Kingston.

Anne was still engrossed with her samples, he edged over to her purse, inside was about enough money to get a taxi to his house. From there he'd have access to enough to money to get to Dr Kingston. He took the money and was disconcerted when he realised he had no pockets, forcing him to wear a skirt was obviously another one of Anne's jokes.

He stuck the bills in his bra and went over to Anne, "Anne, where are the bathrooms in this place."

"Out the door, turn right and you can't miss it." She said without lifting her eyes from the microscope. He was out the door as quickly as he could and he glanced down the corridor, there were a few people around, but Paul got no special attention except from the lustful glances he got from many of the men. His skin crawled when their eyes moved over his ample curves, and he desperately avoided eye contact. Soon he was by a fire escape and after checking no one was around he slipped outside.

In the street he felt even more vulnerable, especially in the tight sexy skirt. It felt so confining, but left him feeling exposed and vulnerable at the same time. One problem he didn't have was flagging down a taxi, the driver was drooling over his steering wheel as he admired Paul's tits. He refused any attempt by the driver to start a conversation on the way to his house. He seemed to think suggesting Paul was a model was the height of compliments. After what seemed forever to Paul, they arrived and he pulled the bills out of his bra to pay him. The driver's eyes bulged to an extent Paul didn't believe was possible as he did so.

He ran to the door, feeling the taxi driver's eyes on his ass all the way there. He slammed the door behind him, and leaned against it, his breasts heaving with the fear he felt. He looked down at them straining in the bra. I'll be rid of you soon, he thought.

It was about half an hour later when Jim and Julie arrived in the lab. "We had to say Jim was Paul's twin sister when we came in. Where is Paul anyway."

Anne looked up with a frown on her face, "He said he was going to the bathroom. But that was some time ago, where has he gone?"

Jim cursed and ran down the corridor to the toilets. He ran into the ladies, feeling like an invader as he did do. There was no one there. He ran across into the men's toilets startling a man who was using an urinal. Apart from him the room was empty, he asked the man "Have you seen my sister? She looks exactly like me, but she is wearing a skirt."

The man managed to get his penis back in his pants and zip them up. "Uhhh... I thought I saw someone like you get in a taxi as I got here. I'm not sure, it could have been her. She was wearing a tight, black, skirt."

"Shit, thanks George!" Jim said and ran out the door.

How did she know my name, thought George.

Jim burst back into the lab. "George saw Paul get into a taxi, he must have panicked."

"Damn!" said Anne. She grabbed the samples she had been working on and ran for the car, with Jim and Julie in close pursuit.

She sped through the city, breaking the speed limit most of the way. By some miracle they were not stopped and soon they were back at Paul's house. Anne fumbled with the keys and opened the door, "Paul!"

There was no answer, they spread out and searched the house. Anne went upstairs and ran into the bedroom. Several pairs of pants were thrown on the bed and on the floor was a black, leather skirt. She picked it up, it's still warm, she thought. We just missed him. She looked out of the bedroom window and looked at the panoramic view of the city it provided.

He could be anywhere out there.

Anne raised the door of the garage and looked at the empty space inside. "He's taken the car."

"But where the hell is he going to go?" Julie asked in a deep voice that still surprised even her.

"I haven't a clue, I doubt Paul has either. He's probably just running in a blind panic." She sighed, the last few days were the worst she had ever lived through. "I know it's not much of a hope, but we better look through the city for his car."

As Anne had suspected the search was fruitless and it was near dusk by the time they got back to Anne's house. As Jim was passing the phone it started ringing and on reflex he answered it. "Hello?"

"Oh, there you are Julie. I've been trying to reach you all day." It was a woman's voice, he had a sneaking suspicion who it was, but he wasn't sure.

"Well, here I am."

"Your father and I are wondering when you're coming home. You said you'd only be over Anne's for a day." It was Julie's mother.

Jim thought fast, "Well I've got someone for you to meet, I'll bring him over tomorrow."

"Oh? Anyone I know?" said Julie's mom, obviously very curious.

"Aunt Anne's assistant at the institute, he's very cute." Now where had that last comment come from?

"I remember Anne telling me about him, bit of a hunk apparently."

Anne had said that? He blushed deep red, "Well you'll find out tomorrow. I'll see you about five o'clock, okay."

"Fine, goodbye dear"

"Bye, mom." He hung up and breathed a sigh of relief, Julie's mom hadn't noticed that it wasn't her daughter she was speaking to.

"Mom?" said an amused deep voice in the doorway.

Jim looked at Julie and threw her a brief smile, "Yep, I'm taking you to meet your parents tomorrow."

Julie looked confused, "Pardon?"

"Well, I can't move back to your house. Your parents would soon realise I wasn't their daughter. But you're old enough to move out into your boyfriend's apartment."

Julie worked it out in her head, "So you're going to introduce me to MY parents as your boyfriend and then move in with me at your old apartment."

"Well unless you have any objections?" said Jim.

Julie moved her broad hands over Jim's wide hips and grabbed his soft ass. Jim found himself getting very turned on again, "I want you so badly, Julie."

"Having fun, are we?" Anne said.

Both Julie and Jim jumped apart and looked a bit guilty. Anne decided to ignore what had been going on and held up to vials. "These should stop you passing on the DNA viruses in your bodies to anyone else. It won't make it any more difficult to remove the virus when I can work out a safe way of doing it." She handed one each to Jim and Julie. Julie drank hers in one swallow, Jim looked at it before he did the same. He was beginning to feel he would be trapped in femininity for the rest of his life and was surprised to find it didn't depress him as much as he thought it would.

Jim was driving his car in the evening twilight, in the distance a figure appeared with their thumb stuck out in the universal sign of the hitchhiker. As he got closer he saw that it was a buxom young woman, he felt himself get an erection and thought, well maybe if I play my cards right. He pulled over right over and she got in, they said nothing as he drove off. After a while, she turned to him and said, "Pull over here, I must have you."

He did so and then he reached over to her and their eyes locked, a moment of dizziness struck Jim and he was suddenly in the passenger seat wearing a dress. He looked over at the driving seat and saw his old body, somehow he knew the girl was in there. His old body reached over and caressed his breast, causing Jim to moan. He felt a fire build within him and Jim knew he, no she must have the man's prick buried within her.

Her old body moved over to Jim and she gladly welcomed him, ready and willing.

Jim suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed, fully awake in an instant, he felt a strong need deep within him. The hitchhiking dream again, he thought, but it never went this way before. He lay back in Anne's double bed and examined his feelings. Much, if not all dislike of his new body was gone. His male state, a part of him for a quarter of a century was now a fading memory.