Date: 14 Dec 2000 22:27:40 -0800 From: Joan Banks Subject: Morphite 2 Morphite Part 2 By Joan Banks "Well, this is it," Peter said softly to himself "Wonder why she thought it would be so perfect...". He looked at the two story house warily. The girl (cute) at the housing referral office thought it would be perfect for him, even called up to make an appointment for him. He wasn't sure but really didn't feel like letting this girl down. Peter straightened himself out, took a deep breath and drew himself up the walkway. As he readied himself to knock, the door opened. A cute blond girl opened the door (what was it about this college and cute girls? Not that I mind). "Hi, I'm Amy, you must be Pete??" "Peter, uh...Hi. This must be the place?" He said lamely, feeling like slapping himself in the head. She appeared not to notice. She took him by the arm and proceeded on the tour. Her touch was electrifying. "Laundry is downstairs, Bedrooms upstairs, here's the bathroom..." "Bathroom? How many people are here?" "Room for five, Pam just moved into the Senior Suite, there's Brenda, D.J. , me, and one other." She squeezed his arm. "Which room would be mine?" "Second on the right, want to see it?" "Sure." She led him to the room. It was decent sized, twin bed, dresser, vanity and a largish closet against one wall. It smelled a little of pears and vanilla. Amy bounced on the bed. "Like it?" "Definitely.." The tour continued. - - - - - - - "How is the tour going?" Ashley asked via video conference. The technician laughed. "Better than we expected." "Give me a full status, with process." "As you know, the roommate situation was the long pole in the tent. Through participation in various communities on the internet, thirteen young transvestites that were going to Meriweather were identified. Three were eliminated for financial reasons and two for certain psychological problems, which gave us a field of eight. We began thorough background checks on all remaining potentials. Peter Green was selected as the optimum candidate. Preparation of the housemates was the first concern. D.J. was a given, utilizing the stimulator. The others have been 'motivated' by a careful use of subsonic stimulation, visual stimuli, and pheromones?" "Is that what is happening with Amy? I've never seen her so giddy." "Added bonus, Ma'am. That is all her. Temp up point 2 and heart rate up twenty. The girl is hot for him." "Excellent. When will he start to indulge in his 'hobby'?" "In a house of beautiful women all around his size? Estimates are within 3- weeks, possibly sooner. Potential for getting caught within 1-6 months." "Why so long?" "These people are good at hiding it. It is going to take an orchestrated effort for him to be caught. First we need to build up the trust and friendship." "Your doing fine, fill me in when the rental agreement is complete. I'll be on the beeper." "Yes Ma'am" - - - - - - - "When can I move in?" "You have to meet everyone first. They should be here in a half hour or so, want a coke?" She led him to the kitchen and they sat and talked at the table. After a few minutes, two women entered, obviously after a run. They were both just a little shorter than Peter. One (Gorgeous) had light brown hair and green eyes. She shook his hand firmly. "Hi, I'm D.J. nice to meet you." She appeared to hesitate a second and then smiled. "Sorry, I'm pretty sweaty." The other had dark brown hair and blue eyes. "Brenda." She said "We'll be back in few minutes." And with that, they both left up the stairs. Upstairs, Brenda turned to DJ. "What was with the space-out?" "What are you talking about?" "When you shook his hand, you went away for a minute then you got this sappy smile on your face." "I don't know what you're talking about." And they proceeded to the bathroom and the showers. - - - - - - - "What was that?" "Cut-off failure. What should have been a fifteen percent spike in friendship, lasted 20 times the normal duration. It should have been construed as a nice daydream, but it is the first sign of degradation." "What does the checklist say." "Dr. Mills said that when this began we should limit implementation to 5 percent." "Better beep them anyway." - - - - - - - Brenda and DJ returned, dressed casually. DJ had her hair back into a ponytail. The rest of the roommates were all together in the living room with Peter. "So what do you do about the Bathroom situation?" "I asked the s..." DJ stopped herself, it really hadn't been that long ago when she was a young Freshman named David. The other girls glared at her. Amy giggled. "We are pretty open here, just don't go purposefully flashing us and we will be respectful of you as well." "I'll try to be good." "We divide up chores around here, Pam runs the list but it is a fairly standard rotation." Apparently his moving in is already decided, DJ thought, a little uneasy about a man in the house and sharing the bathroom, going through her laundry. DJ wasn't feeling any of her really good feelings about Peter, but she didn't dislike him. She got up to make dinner. "You want to stay for dinner, right Peter?" she heard Amy as she started getting the ingredients out of the fridge. Wow, is she getting possessive already. Peter moved in the next day, and fell into the routine fairly quickly. Amy doted on him for a week or so. She complained about him having to do laundry and such but everything fell into routine. "Amy, you didn't have any problem when I did laundry." "But DJ, that is totally different you're a...a..." "I wasn't then." "I know, it's just that... that...what happened anyway? One minute you are claiming you're this big man and the next your using tampax, for God's sake!" "Keep you voice down, honey. I don't know what happened. It was just meant to be, I think. I am much happier as a girl than I ever was as a boy." The phrase just didn't hold the conviction it did, when she had first said it. "Anyway, I don't want him washing my underwear and stuff." "Why...and don't get me wrong, I don't like it much either. (Thrum) But maybe he should still... (Thrum)... just to be fair (Thrum)....Oh, don't be such a crybaby, he just an asshole anyway!" DJ's hand shot up to her mouth. Amy looked livid and worried at the same time. "Amy, I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from. I didn't mean it. If we are all uncomfortable then let's just do our lingerie separate. It really doesn't matter. Sweetie, I know you like him, just be careful, okay?" - - - - - - - "Phillips, how stupid can you be?" the lead technician yelled "THREE negatives at fifty percent!! You could put her on a homicidal rage." "But she was ruining the plan, I had to get her to stop.." "Do you know anything of subtlety? It wouldn't have made much difference." "All it does is make things a little more risky for him, all the better." He turned slightly "Oh, Ma'am, I didn't see you there." Ashley was standing in the back of the room, silently fuming. "You, Phillips" she said, indicating the offending technician "Will leave now. Clean out your locker." "But Ma'am..." "You have jeopardized my project and my child. We are testing the volatility of the conditioning, not creating an automaton! Just get out of my sight now!" - - - - - - - "Deej, phone!" Brenda called out "Here she is Ash, talk to you later!" "Momma?" DJ took the phone. "Hi Baby, how is my girl today?" "I'm fine, It's just that I just...Amy...I'm so sorry." She was crying. "There there, it's okay. Didn't you know that these mood swings are part of the package? Just tell me what happened." DJ told the story and they talked for almost an hour. In the end she was feeling much better. DJ and Brenda continued their practice of a morning jog. This next morning there was a young man (probably a graduate student) sitting at the corner two blocks from their house. He stared intently at DJ as they passed, making her very uncomfortable. As they were two steps past him, he quietly said. "Freak." The girls took no notice of this at first. Every day he was sitting there and every day he said the word "Freak" as they passed. They changed their route. After the change, it took him one day to find them. And the routine fell back into place. The girls didn't even think of not running (okay they thought of it, they just didn't want to be bullied). They talked Peter into running with them one morning. "Freak, sissy." Not loud enough to be said to them. But he never approached them. They were getting a little freaked out. DJ started carrying Pepper Spray with her all the time. The next day, they skipped the jog (which DJ felt really guilty about) and went straight to class. As DJ left the class, Freakboy was waiting outside. "Why are you following me?" She finally turned to him. There were plenty of people around so she wasn't particularly worried about her safety. - - - - - - - "I think we are in for a confrontation, that's Phillips." "Get our police there, before the real ones are called." "Phillips, you should have known better." - - - - - - - "Listen, fella, I don't want any trouble." Freakboy said hands up. "What did you call me?" "Fella, why wouldn't I? You're a guy right? I mean, you're no woman, that's for sure. You people can dress up any way you want as far as I'm concerned." People were laughing now. In actuality, they were laughing at Phillips calling this gorgeous woman a guy. I mean, there was no way. DJ thought they were laughing at her. They all know and have just been playing along for all this time. She regained her composure. "You are just some kind of psycho stalker. Probably making up for some kind of deficiency if you know what I mean. Now, little, and I am so sure you are little, boy, you will leave me and my friends alone." "You little freak, I'll..." he took a step towards her. She grabbed the pepper spray and got him full in the face with it. He dropped to the ground, screaming. He had just hit the ground when two campus police arrived. They picked him up and took him a little ways away. The female officer came up to DJ. "Miss are you okay?" She called me Miss, DJ thought, and she doesn't know me. I must be a girl, but he knew!! "I'll be fine, do you need a statement or are you just going to bring me in?" "In for what? We saw him attack you." She said "I will need a statement but you are free to go on your way." The other officer was leading Phillips away. He took a moment and then started shrieking. "I know these two, they're not police, they're going to do experiments on me!" he struggled against the cuffs. He was quickly stuffed into the car. "I think we have enough, Miss Mills, I better go help my partner. Obviously a psych case." She quickly gathered her things and went in the car with her partner and the screaming lunatic. The screaming stopped when she entered the car. When the real campus police showed up fifteen minutes later there was no one left to interview, every one had gone off to their next class. - - - - - - - When Phillips awoke he was in a hospital bed, in restraints. His mouth felt dry and his eyes felt like they have not seen light for a while. When he regained focus he saw Brian Mills, his mentor standing next to an IV bag, just putting a hypo into the sharps container. "Jay, Jay, Jay..." he said shaking his head "We could have resolved this. I already had a new position for you. But it looks like you can't work and play well with others." With that rubbed Jay Phillips head. Phillips started weeping inconsolably when he felt his stubbly scalp and the unmistakable ridge of a scar, just where the implant would go... - - - - - - - Peter lasted five weeks before indulging in his "dirty little secret", stealing panties from his wonderful friend Amy, and wearing them to bed each night. - - - - - - - DJ was more cautious than she had ever been. She started wearing more muted colors, and mostly dressing like a tomboy. Only her obvious assets belied her obvious feminine form. Her confidence was shattered and she felt like she truly was a freak. - - - - - - - "Status" Ashley said dejectedly. "Regardless of this current funk she is in. Mainly caused by Phillips, in my opinion. She is doing well. She needed to question herself, I think this is a time to bring in the big guns. Prove to her she is a woman. Let's get the fiancé here." "Medical" "The full matrix is instituted. It is holding and she is now fully the person we were trying to create." "What is the status of the implant?" "40 percent effective. We have done some sleeping tests and have upgraded to software to compensate. Request to return to a 15 percent limit." "No, let's raise it back to ten. Damn Phillips!" "What are you going to do with him? Eliminate him?" "I am not a murderer! We won't harm him in any way, just limit some of his options." - - - - - - - "How's your Sweetie?" Brenda asked. "Busy, he can't really be bothered too much right now. He's at the hospital every day now, weird hours. I don't know..." DJ replied. "Girl, you have got to cheer up." "I know, it's just that, well, I'm a freak. Just like that guy said. I am just dressing up in these clothes." "Tell it to the gynecologist, babe." "That aside, I was a guy for 19 years, how can I forget that?" "Don't, just be who you are. You are my best friend and I don't think of you as a guy or a girl, just DJ. I have seen you develop, in more ways than one, into a really great woman, with looks to kill for, and a wonderful personality, and sterling character. Just be DJ, okay? And call that hunk of a doctor, will you. You really need a Mike-Mike fix." DJ wandered around the house and finally decided to try to call Michael. She didn't have any luck at his house and really didn't feel it was appropriate to call the Hospital. Briarwood Hospital was 80 miles away and he was working so hard to get through his internship that she felt guilty even bothering him. She sat in the living room and turned on the TV. A football game was on. Football, it had actually been years since she had watched a football game. It was a good one, too. DJ really found herself getting into it. Peter walked downstairs. "Want to watch with me?" DJ asked. "Sure, want a beer?" "You bet, chips?" "Got 'em" DJ decided to get more comfortable and went upstairs to put on an old oversized football jersey and some shorts. "It really wouldn't have been oversized two years ago" she thought to herself. They both watched the game and yelled and screamed and had a great time. She didn't even worry about how fattening all that food was. For the first time in a few weeks, she had stopped worrying about how the world around saw her and was just happy being herself. After the game, Peter started taking the bottles to the kitchen and DJ started straightening up the Living room. Amy poked her head downstairs. "DJ can I talk to you for a minute? Up here?" "Sure" as DJ started to walk she was a little shaky, not really being used to beer. "What is the deal, trying to steal MY Guy?" DJ was a little perturbed at this. Amy and Peter hadn't done so much as hold hands yet. "He's not yours, I don't see you name on him." "I thought you were engaged? Hmmm?" "I didn't do anything." "You're drunk and you're throwing yourself on him, slut!" "Look who's talking, Miss Flip Her Hair at a moments notice. Listen, you win, he's yours. But don't go telling me we can't watch a game once in a while." "Just keep your hands off him." "No problem, but maybe you should go put your hands on him." "DJ!" "Well, it's true isn't it?" "You don't know anything about guys do you?" and then realizing what she had said, both of them broke down laughing. "What's going on up there?" they heard Peter ask. "Nothing." they said in unison. "No really, what do you mean? How should you treat him?" "Ok, let's say I went crazy and threw myself all over him. He might go nuts for me and everything would be great, but I don't think so. I've seen guys like this before and you have to make them do the chasing." "Ok, prove it!" "I couldn't!" "Chicken." "Fine...let's see, keep him by the stairs, okay?" "What are you planning?" "You'll see..." DJ took an earring off and went downstairs. As she approached the bottom she palmed it and pretended it fell off. "Peter...my earring just came out, can you help me find it. I think it went under the couch." "Sure, let's see." Amy was coming down the stairs. She pointedly ignored Peter and asked DJ what was up. As she hit the last stair, she fell towards Peter and let out a little scream. He caught her. "My hero," and she moved to stand up, she hobbled on her leg "Help me to the couch." "Sure." He said, relishing his contact with her. He carried her to the couch. "Like I was saying, My Hero." And she kissed him on the cheek and then stared in his eyes. On cue, he kissed her straight on the lips, took a look at her and saw the approval in her eyes, and kissed her again. They degraded quickly into a heavy makeout session. "This is going to be awkward." He said "Since I live here and all." "Don't worry about it." DJ backed away, happy for them but just a little lonelier herself. Later that night, DJ awoke to a strange tapping on her window. Great, she thought, the psycho stalker is back. I shouldn't encourage him. Still the tapping persisted. Getting kind of angry she walked to the window, intent on throwing something at the intruder. "Michael! What are you doing?" "Brenda said you were a little down, so here I am." "Wait right there. No, come in!" "Whatever you say, my love." DJ nearly broke her neck getting downstairs. Michael met her at the door with flowers and a smile. The kiss lasted for hours, it seemed, and for no time at all. "How can you take this time?" "I got someone to take my shift." "You must be exhausted." "Just seeing you refreshes me." DJ was feeling some things she hadn't ever felt. A longing to be with Michael, not just next to him but WITH him. "Let's get you upstairs." She led him by the hand up to her room. She saw that he really was tired, but her body didn't care, she wanted him. She had him stripped to his shorts quickly, with every intention of going further. He lay on the bed and she slipped in next to him. He was strong and fuzzy and she felt protected and loved by him. But instead in making love that night, they both fell asleep. DJ woke up when Michael kissed her. She opened her eyes and saw he was fully dressed. Incredibly frustrated was how she felt, knowing it was not going to happen. She actually tried to coax him back to bed. "I am so sorry, my love, there is nothing I want more than to be with you. You have no idea. But I have to get back, the shift I traded for was this morning and I really can't go back on it. I promise we will be together soon." That wasn't good enough for DJ, she felt so much frustration she felt like crying. "Let me get you something to eat, at least." "It has to be quick." "You are not getting back on that road hungry, I can at least do that for you." She gave him a fleeting kiss and hustled down to the kitchen. She heard Brenda. "Good Morning Michael." She heard her friends conspiratorial voice, the phrase was dripping with innuendo. "Morning, Brenda." After Michael had left, Brenda cornered DJ. "So, how was it?" "How was what? We slept, that's all." "Right." - - - - - - - "Okay, what just happened." "I think we just created a horny little girl, Ma'am." "We did nothing of the kind, and watch it, you are talking about my daughter." "Yes Ma'am." "And Ma'am, she just put the word out that she wants to be called Deb." "Excellent." Ashley left the remote station under her house, things were going just fine. No thanks to Phillips. I might as well see how things are going with him. She drove to the main site. She kissed Brian when she entered. "How is he doing?" "We are almost there. Care to test things?" "Sounds like fun." She opened the door to the hospital room. Jay Phillips sat in the bed, no restraints and his hair was a bit longer. He was kind of like an overgrown Chia Pet. "Hello Jay, how are you today?" "Just fine Ashley, I am feeling good." "Feel like going out for a walk?" "That sounds great." Jay through off his covers and put his feet on the floor. "Cute nail polish." Ashley said then turned to her husband "Brian..." "Just ask." "Jay, may I ask why you paint your toenails?" "I can't walk without the polish Ashley, I tried, my legs just won't work." "And the panties?" "I break out in a terrible rash without them." "Brian..." "You wanted a deterrent, right?" he said "We'll talk." As a group they proceeded out into the hall. Jay put some shorts on over the panties but did not even try to hide his toenails. A phone rang at Brians' signal to a nurse. "Hello...Oh hi Baby. Jay, he's right here." He handed the phone to Jay "It's my daughter, Debra, she wants to talk to you." Jay put the phone up to his ear. "Ergle Monglesbot...Ergle...Eargle!!! Uijogon Ren." Ashley laughed. "Jay, I think that is enough." "Sure thing Ashley. I think the connection is bad, she didn't understand me." "That must be it." They took Jay back to his room. He was all smiles and didn't seem to think anything was the matter. A few moments after they left, however, he grabbed his razor and began to shave his legs, crying as he did so. "What did you do, honey?" "I didn't want to hurt him, he really is a brilliant student so I planted some suggestions and reinforced them with the implant." "Such as..." "He thought he was speaking to DJ. He can't. Oh, he thinks he is but there is an induced aphasia when talking to her or trying to convey a message to her." "And the other eccentricities?" "Just having a little fun. I thought, being so smart, that he may think of some way to ruin the plan, so I gave him a series of quirks that enact whenever he tries to impede our progress. We've only gotten up to number three." "I saw two, what's the other one?" "Unless I miss my guess, his leg hair is now missing. He is totally aware of what he is doing but is so conditioned that he can't do anything to stop it. I figure we can put him back to work in a non-dangerous capacity in a couple of days. He's harmless now." "What else is on the list?" "That's for me to know..." - - - - - - - "Has anyone seen my blue bikini panties?" Deb asked. "Those are cute, Deb, nope, not mixed in with mine." Pam replied. She got a chorus of no's from everyone as they left the house. "Must have left them at home, oh well." DJ decided to go for a walk. As she passed the neighbors house, Becca the neighbor, came rushing out. "Debby, can you do me a big favor?" she looked scared and a little frazzled. Although she was obviously dressed for a night out. "Sure Bec, what can I do." "I need someone to watch Little Mike and Penny for the night. It's our anniversary and the babysitter just backed out." She seemed almost in tears. "Don't you want someone with a little more experience?" "I am sure a girl your age has ages of experience babysitting, you'll be fine." Little Mike and Penny were 4 and 2, respectively. While not bad kids, they were more than DJ had ever handled, solo. The tears really were threatening to flow. "Okay..." "Great," Becca went into full preparation mode. Throwing phone numbers and schedules and favorite stories and bedtimes and food allergies out seemingly all at once. Within 15 minutes Becca and Mike (Big Mike) were out the door, stranding DJ with the kids. The crying began right away, the children had very little time without their Mother. "Pooped" Penny said. "What?" "She pooped." Little Mike helped "You have to change her diaper." "Great, you want to help with that?" "I can't do that, I'm too little." "Can you at least tell me what to do?" "Sure, I can do that." One thing after another and the diaper was changed. On to dinner. There was the story about how their Mother only fed them cookies for dinner (she didn't fall for it), the crying because she didn't give them cookies for dinner, etc. After the post-dinner cleanup things got a little more fun. She had time to play with the kids and actually started getting into it. They really were sweet kids. After a story (one for each of them) she finally put them to bed. She finally had a little time to relax. The window next to the TV looked right at their house. DJ was a little surprised to see the lights in her bedroom turn on and seeing someone wandering around in her room. Then the lights went out and Peters' light turned on. Something strange, that's for sure. Becca and Mike came home relatively early. Partially from guilt at railroading DJ but mostly from missing the kids were they apparent reasons for the early return. They were apologetic and very grateful. DJ was still wondering about what she had seen earlier and resolved to find out. DJ snuck into the house by way of the basement. Carefully walking upstairs she found her bedroom door open. The top drawer of the dresser was ajar so she opened it. On top of her underwear drawer she found her blue bikini panties, the same ones that were missing earlier that night. She had a thought and sniffed them. They smelled faintly of the sachet she kept in the drawer (Brenda made fun of her for it, really too girly girl for her tastes), and nothing else. They appeared clean, weird. "Peter?" she called out. "DJ..Deb? What is it?" It was a poor job of appearing to be asleep. She heard some rustling behind the door "Ju..Just a minute." More frantic rustling. Eventually his door opened. "Anything wrong?" "Was someone in my room tonight?" she looked at him. Pajama bottoms and top that was hanging open, she could see his chest. "I went in when I thought the window was open, that's all." He sounded guilty. The interesting thing about his chest was the faint red line below his pectoral muscles, just like a girl who wore a bra that was too tight. She kept her face passive. He looked at his open shirt and quickly buttoned it. "It's just that if someone wanted to borrow something, say...my typewriter. I really think it was nice of ..that person.. to clean in before returning it." "Oh...okay. Good to know. Wow, am I tired I think I will go back to bed now." "Just one more thing." "Yeah, Deb?" "Can I have a hug goodnight? Nothing to it, it was just a hard night and I need a hug." "Sure." He walked over and they hugged for a moment. She breathed deeply for a moment. "You smell nice, goodnight Peter." "Night Deb." Deb had smelled a faint perfume on him, very similar to her sachet. Okay, so Peter was a little different. Can't really blame him, right? At least he was a conscientious cross-dresser. Do I talk to him about it or not? Peter closed the door. She knows, she figured it out. Damn, damn, damn stupid pervert. Now she'll tell everyone. What will Amy think? I have to get these panties off now and get them away from me. At least I can deny it then. She didn't see anything. Am I just paranoid? Have to wait till they're asleep then I can clean all this stuff. I am so homeless and alone it is ridiculous. There was a single knock and the door opened. He didn't have time to hide the things hidden under his mattress. Deb walked in and sat on his chair. "Deb, please don't hate me, I'm not a bad guy. Okay, I am a bad guy, I stole these things. Please don't tell Amy." "I'm not going to tell Amy." "What?" "You and I have more in common than you realize. Peter, don't worry. You won't be in trouble any more than when I stole their underwear." "I don't understand." "When I moved here, I was like you. A 19 year old boy. I started to like the ..." "Wait just a minute, you were a guy? No way." "We'll get into that part later, anyway, the girls caught me in their stuff and they didn't kick me out. They won't hate you." "But you'll keep my secret?" "I won't tell them until you give me permission." "How did you?" "Change? I don't know for sure, but I am 100% female now. And I can help you." "How." "One, I can get you some stuff of your own. Keep it in my room in you want but you really need to look at sizes." "Like I will go shopping for this." "Better than stealing, don't you think? Anyway, whose bra were you wearing?" "Amy's" DJ produced a tape measure and proceeded to measure him. "Don't give it back to her, it'll be so stretched out that she'll know." "Okay, what about the rest." "Give it to me when you're ready and I'll get it back to them, oh and Peter?" "Yes?" "You can keep these as a present." She handed him the blue bikinis "And I'm doing this to be a friend, I don't want to be part of any sexual games so don't get any ideas, okay? If you want to borrow something, let me know.? "Okay." "Now put this stuff away, before the girls get home." - - - - - - - "Wow, two goals in one night, I think she's doing well. Not quite a typical response, but understandable with her circumstances" "Better let the Boss know." - - - - - - - "Well, Jay, how are you today?" Ashley asked, with a slight giggle in her voice. She looked at the humiliated former technician and was conflicted. On one hand, no one should have this level of humiliated public exposure. He had been made of fool of in front of his friends and family. On the other hand, that is exactly what he had planned for Debra. Good riddance, she thought. Jay looked a little like the last time she visited while he was still admitted to the hospital. His short hair had grown considerably but it was the other features that added to his pain. It was November and Jay had decided to wear shorts and sandals. She had been told that he often left his shorts unzipped, exposing his panties. His legs were smooth as hers and he was wearing some lovely pearl stud earrings. "I'm fine, Ma'am." He said "Please can I be freed of these compulsions now?" Every day Jay tried to dress in regular male clothing, and attempted to wear long pants. He never lasted longer than 3 minutes before the pain became unbearable. "Are you through trying to foil the project?" "Yes Ma'am." Jay doubled over in pain, clutching his abdomen, and dry heaving. "I don't think you are ready yet, Jay, but you are being very useful around here. You forget that you are not allowed to lie to me. A little insurance that Brian put in. Effective, no?" "Yes Ma'am." "Oh, and Jay, what is your current plan to interfere?" "I figured out the aphasia so I knew there was no direct contact, so I decided to write a letter to one of the roommates." "This letter here?" she held it up. "Yes." He was distraught. "So that would be a plan to interfere, right?" "I saw it as communication, not interfering." "Not how I see it. I see it as a direct plan to interfere, don't you?" "Yes...please...no..." his tears were flowing "I am a man, dammit! You can't do this." His last phrase came out softer and in a slightly higher range. Ashley wasn't sure if he had noticed it. Jay now had to affect a woman's voice at all times. "Please, I'll be good." He said in his fair approximation of an alto. "I know, sweetie, of course you will. Now back to your gene charts." "Yes ma'am." His voice sounding a little more convincing now. Ashley knew that his voice would be getting better and better as the day went on. By that night it would be indistinguishable from any woman's. - - - - - - - "I don't want you to go!" Little Mike stamped his foot "Aunt Debby, please don't go!" "I have to, my brave trooper." She kneeled down to his level "My Mommy will miss me for Thanksgiving and you have to stay here and take care of your family." "No, you stay!" DJ had spent many nights over at Becca and Mike's. She was really starting to love those kids. In some way she was starting to ache for some of her own. It took her a while to extricate herself from the situation. She went upstairs. She decided to check her e-mail before hitting the road. - - - - - To: Debra Mills From: OOO Subject: FW: Information I have to write this in a roundabout way and believe me, I will pay for it. For the person that this ends up with: Check out your 'parents' for your own good. - - - - That was weird, she thought to herself, and she noticed the links that were included, one on the school site in the alumni directory. She clicked and got an alumni directory. She quickly found her parents. -- -- -- -- Dr. Ashley Mills (Forester) Doctoral Thesis: Direct Manipulation of Behavior Patterns through excitement of emotional centers in the brain. Currently: Managing Director Mills Center for Cognitive Reprogramming Dr. Brian Mills, MD. Doctoral Thesis: Chromosomal Causes for Morgenson's Syndrome and its cure through introduction of Morphite Therapy. Currently: Managing Director Genomorph (formerly James Kilmer Center for Morgenson's Syndrome) -- -- -- -- DJ focused on the name James Kilmer, her father's name. Her REAL father's name. She read through the thesis names again. What is Morgenson's syndrome. She did a search. Eventually she found an obscure reference. Morgenson's Syndrome: Discovered in 1927 there have only been 12 known cases, always in men. Dormant until the 30th year, a young man with Morgenson's Syndrome will suffer from a systematic shutdown of all bodily functions within the span of 6 months. A genetic disorder carried on the Y chromosome, it is 100 percent lethal, there is no cure or therapy. It is a dominant and will be carried to male descendants. Okay, that sounds worthwhile. Brian is okay dedicating his career to these poor people. But why is my fathers' name there? What does he have to do with Morgensons' Syndrome? But what is Morphite Therapy? When she did a search again she only came up with a type of rock and some Starfleet Applications. Hmm, probably should ask him. Just them a massive wave of nausea hit DJ, she sprinted off to the bathroom to retch -- -- -- -- "What was that about?" Ashley asked. "She got an email ma'am." "So, show me. An email is no reason to do that to her. Show me the sites she went to as well..." The tech did so. "Oh my God...call Brian. And get that little weasel Jay over here, NOW!" "Yes, Ma'am." He called Brian first. He hated calling Jay now. He used to be a friend but now he was such a flaming sissy. -- -- -- -- more to follow - Jo