Close Encounters of the 4th Kind by Kevin Burns ____________________________________ Dr Levin took a deep breath and entered the conference room with the final report on the patient designated NSC-42987. ``Come on in Julie, we'll skip all the priliminary bullshit and get started right away, you know everybody in here, so have a seat and lets hear what the vedict is" She nodded to Ted Gorman, the head of the National Security agency and looked at the rest of the group. As a psychiatrist she knew immediately the high suspense and anxiety in the faces of the group. The last time she saw a room this hushed was when everyone watched the OJ Simpson verdict on TV. They awaited her verdict, and she was as sure of the diagnosis of her team than she had ever been. `` We've run all the tests that we know of and our final conclusion is that this patient is not fabricating this incredible story and suffers from no delusions or pre-existing pyschosises or any of what Ted calls the ``psychobabble-my-momma-abused-me-give-me-government-check-and-a-day- on- Geraldo - crapp-o-la". She watched the incredulous look on the faces at the table and repeated, `` That's right, Completely and Totally SANE!" ____________________________________ The traffic had started to back up about half hour on I-15 north of Barstow due to an accident and in that traffic was a black Porsche driven by Alex Dell, Hollywood screenwriter heading back to LA from Vegas after what he thought had to be one of the luckiest days of his life. It was almost eerie that he had won every double-down hand on the blackjack tables, the last which netted him 30 grand for the weekend. ``Guess this ends the streak" Alex was nervous about the drive back. He knew that luck didn't hold forever and many times ended with a nasty run of bad luck, hopefully this was the worst of it. After finally reaching Barstow, with no end to the traffic in sight, he exited the Interstate and took a secondary highway heading west toward Edwards Air Force Base, figuring it was better to head into LA from the north from Lancaster. The Porsche ate the desert miles quickly until suddenly the lights and engine quit completely. ``Son of bitch! That's # 2! OH FUCK! stuck out in the middle of the desert at 1 in the morning, gonna have to wait here all night for some goober to tow me, and he'll probably charge me the whole 30 fucking grand I won, SHIT!" Alex picked up the cell phone to call the California Highway Patrol, but it was completely dead like the Porsche. `` Number 3, OK - what the fuck else is gonna go wrong" as he banged the phone on the dashboard and became vaguely aware of a low humming sound and a strange blue light descending from the lonely desert sky. ____________________________________ In the conference room at National Security, everyone looked at Dr Levin for some kind of signal that this was all a stunt, but her expression was never more serious. After a minute, Ted Larson stood up and told his peers, `` From now on this project has top secret classification, and NOBODY, and I mean sure as hell NOBODY is to enter this wing of the building, or the site where the subject is without my PERSONAL approval, and godammit Charlie, make sure this time none of the maids or janitors can read a word of English! Understood?" ``Yes sir" ____________________________________ Alex had momentarily forgotten the stalled car and the dead cell phone, and turned to look at the light which was approaching slowly from about 150 yards from the highway. He thought at first it might have been a chopper from the Base, but within a few seconds he had realized that this was no helicopter or plane. He felt the car roll off the road and toward the craft. He tried to hit the brake but couldn't move his legs, or open the door to get out of the car. Whatever this thing was, he had its attention and it wanted him to come over, and a wave of panic overcame his paralyzed body before he fainted. ____________________________________ Patrolman Mike Mendoza was on his patrol on state highway 58 out of Barstow when he spotted what appeared to be a car parked out in the middle of the desert. Mike immediately wheeled the car into the dust, and came upon a black Porsche with no one in it or around it. He walked up to the car sitting there in the early morning light and inspected the inside for any signs of trouble. The keys were still in the ignition and there were no drugs or anything else unusual. He thought it unusual that if anybody stole an expensive car they wouldn't leave it in the desert, it would be in Mexico by now. He went back to the patrol car and punched the license # into the computer. It was registered to an Alex Dell, 35504 Mulholland Dr , Los Angeles, CA, but there was no report of it being stolen, and being a Monday there was a good chance he would miss the car. Medoza radioed to dispatch. `` Yeah, This is Mendoza, I got a Porsche parked out here in the middle of the desert off highway 58 about 25 miles west of Barstow, California plates 3NWA953, belongs to an Alex Dell in LA. Could you check with LAPD to see if anybody reported it stolen and see if they could call this guy and tell him we found his car?" ``Sure Mike, anything else?" ``Well, if he doesnt answer, maybe they better go over there to see if he ate a bullet" ____________________________________ The transcripts of Dr Levin's medical and psychiatric examinations were handed out to the task force, detailing an amazing story which would normally be found in the supermarket tabloids or on the X-Files, but this was the result of an assesment done by a team with impeccible reputations. But this story told by the patient was only a prelude to what may be an agenda by unknown forces impacting the entire human race, and they had to further probe the memories of the patient and painstakingly re-examine every word to look for anything the patient witnessed and exprienced over and over to find the answers. ____________________________________ Mendoza dispatched a tow for the Porsche for impound and was about to videotape the car when he spotted something funny about the brush about 15 yards beyond. Inspecting it, he saw that the brush was blackened which was unusual for the fact that it was in an exact circular pattern about 40 feet in diameter, and the soil was not the usual tan dust, but a bluish and glassy texture and hardness. ____________________________________ Dental exam: filling on left rear and upper right 1st molars, root canal scars on upper right incisor. No capping, crowns, or bonding. Normal alignment. NOTE: Dental records of subject and Alex Dell match completely. Psychological: Subject shows no dysfunctional behavior, has an indivualistic and occasionally rebellious and stubborn personality. Much closer to mother in childhood and adolescence than father. Ambitious and creative with a strong imagination. Political views libertarian ,carries a cynical attitude toward government. All testing indicates that subject can distinguish between fantasy and reality. Superstitious. No indications of schizophrenia, manic-depression, or strong paranoia. Symptoms of post-traumatic stress are evident. Subject reports vivid and frightening nightmares. Subject has highly developed memory skills prior to 6/29/95. Has memory lapses of events subsequent to that date which have been accessed thru hypnotic therapy. IQ rating: 145. Subject showed no stress each battery of lie detector tests. All testing known for delusions proved negative. SPECIAL NOTE: Fingerprints obtained from Los Angeles County for subject and for Alex Dell match perfectly. Events pertaining to the life of Alex Dell narrated by the subject for the previous 25 years have been verified by Task Force investigators. Events about Hollywood celebrities not known to the general public have also been verified by investigators.Under normal circumstances, All evidence would be admitted in a court of law. All evidence indicates beyond reasonable doubt that the subject is Alex Dell, reported as missing 6/30/95, last seen traveling by car between Las Vegas NV and Los Angeles CA in Barstow CA at approximately 11:30 pm Sunday June 30 1995. Case still open with Los Angeles Police Dept, Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office, San Bernardino County Sherriff, California Highway Patrol, Las Vegas Police Dept, Nevada Highway Patrol. Although limited transgendering is possible by available medical means, all DNA and chomosome tests indicate subject is female with a fully developed and functional uterus and ovaries, menstruates and is fully able to give childbirth, which is currently impossible with any known medical technology . Neither subject nor Alex Dell is hermophoditic Alex sat up in the bed in her room, which the task force had made to feel as homey as possible, but it still felt to her like a Ramada Inn or something. She had accepted the fact that she was changed forever, but she thought sardonically that the least those alien bastards could have done was given her a valid birth certificate, social security #, driver license and credit cards. Then she could have at least had some kind of life. Hell, now she would be considered normal for sleeping with men. The aliens had done a complete job on her including all the plumbing. She didn't look or sound like some sort of drag queen out of West Hollywood. No adams apple, different bone structure, just the right size breasts, although the other girls she worked with when she was dancing told her if she got implants she would make more money. And one more thing the aliens didn't forget, these goddamn menstrual cramps she was having. She had taken some Midol and finally gotten to sleep, but one of those dreams about the aliens had woken her again. She looked out the window toward the stars and said aloud, ``Thanks for nothing, Motherfuckers!" ____________________________________ Mike Mendoza went out on his shift on the highway out of Barstow the same way he had done for every morning for the last year, since that morning he had found the Porsche in the desert. He also stopped at that same spot in the desert, walking around that spot which the government had raked over, carrying away the burned brush and strange soil. Something more than a suspected murder had happened to that Hollywood writer, that much he knew. Hell, even if he was Tom Cruise or Arnold Schartzenegger or something, the Feds and the Air Force wouldn't have come to erase all the signs of a crime scene and taken the car into an enclosed trailer and hauled it away, they had taken his video of the scene and his wife had said that agents had come to the house when he was working to look for any copies of the tape after he had shown a copy to a network reporter and showed it on national tv. The Feds finally took down all the barriers when environmentalists raised hell about the government digging up the desert. He was hoping to find at least one grain that the Santa Ana winds might have carried out of the Feds reach. Mike was walking back to the patrol car when he felt a pebble in his shoe. He took the shoe off and looked at the sole and it hit him right then and there; `` that's it! of course, YO LO TENGO!!" ____________________________________ Another cop was thinking about the Dell case, in LA Lt Bob Griffin had gone through the ringer and was still trying to fight off the Gay Rights activists giving him a ration of shit over the grilling he gave Dell's roomate and lover Dave Krager. There was always some loud mouth protester on the evening news spouting about how Griffin should be with his fascist buddy Mark Fuhrman in Idaho and not oppressing the politically correct victim groups in LA. Krager hadn't told the whole truth about how he and Dell were getting along. Krager had left Vegas earlier the day Dell disappeared after a nasty argument witnessed by other patrons, and receipts from the airline had shown he had flown back to LA after he said Dell had called him. It looked like he had a pretty good suspect until that crazy bimbo got arrested in the Valley for having Dell's license and credit cards on her. After that it got nutsy, when her lawyer claimed in court that she was not guilty by reason of insanity, claiming she was Alex Dell and that aliens had changed him into a woman. It got totally strange when the lawyer got Dell and the topless dancer's fingerprints and the damn things matched perfectly. That along with that Mexican highway patrolman who showed the videotapes to a reporter. Next thing he knew, the FBI was in the office and took the woman off. The entire case was dropped, the Feds told him that as far as anyone was concerned, the case was now inactive and that the girl had nothing to do with the Dell case, and that he should just drop everything for his own good. Fine with him. He just wished that the homos would just drop everything too. ____________________________________ ***** AFFADAVIT FROM NSA SUBJECT # 42987 - ALEX DELL ***** 6/14/96 - I hereby swear that all events which I am describing happened exactly as I remember them. I was born Alex Michael Dell on March 5, 1969 in Hempstead, Long Island (NY). I was born male and was that way until the night of June 29, 1995. On that night I was driving back to Los Angeles from Las Vegas after a weekend with my lover, David Krager. David had flown back to LA after an argument, but I didn't care anymore, I had just won 30,000 dollars at the blackjack tables and was ready to tell him to move out. I was starting to fall in love with someone else and was breaking it off with him. I left Las Vegas at approximately 9 pm that night and drove south on interstate 15 until traffic backed up north of Barstow, CA. Stopping for gas and coffee, the attendant said traffic was backed up to here all the way to Cajon Pass due to an accident. I took an alternate route which was California state highway 58, traffic was suprisingly sparse and drove for about 15 minutes until the car completely lost power. The cellular phone in the car was also dead. At that time I heard a low humming noise and noticed a blueish light off the road maybe about 150 yards away. The craft approached me and the car suddenly rolled off the road toward the craft. I was unable to move my body at this time. As I got closer to the craft I thought I saw something or someone coming out of it and toward the car. I dont have any waking memory of what happened exactly after that but Dr Levin's tapes describe better than I think I want to really know. The tapes describe what I see in my dreams a lot. The next thing I remember is being alone on the side of the road outside of Palm Springs and feeling very strange and different. I had on the same jeans and shirt but they didn't fit right. My feet didn't fit my shoes and my hands were smaller. My skin was different, and I had grown breasts. My hair had grown from shoulder length almost to my waist. Most of all, my penis didn't feel like it was there, and opening my pants I saw to my horror that it was gone. After gathering myself together after the shock, (it was strange to hear another voice coming out of my throat) I managed to hitchhike into Palm Springs and catch a bus into LA. I still had the money I won in Vegas and figured that would hold me for a while, but I didn't know how I was going to work or where I was going to stay. I stayed in a hotel in Hollywood, and remembered a man on Santa Monica Blvd who did good fake ID's. He only had to change the M to an F and take a new picture of me to change the license. I could still call myself Alex since the name fits both men and women. The credit cards I figured were OK because my signature was still the same. I needed to find some work and the only work I could find where they would only ask for proof of age was as an exotic dancer. The aliens at least made me very attractive as a woman, but I was considered good looking when I was a man too. I found out that I has about 2 months worth of time missing between the time I was abducted and the time I was freed. There have been other times since then until I was arrested and taken by the Federal Government that I have had time that I couldn't account for. On February 12, 1996 I was pulled over on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks and taken into custody for possesion of a false drivers license, then arrested for possesion of stolen credit cards and suspicion of murder. I was grilled by the detectives who wanted to know where I got the cards from. I said nothing until I was able to get an attorney. I knew I had no explanation for having the license and credit cards so I took a chance and told the attorney what really happened. He made a motion at the arraignment to have the charges dismissed due to insanity, but I told him to check the fingerprints for Alex Dell and the dental records and when he found that they were and exact match he decided to call HardCopy or Current Affair or one of those tabloid shows and when the story got on tv, I was taken into custody by federal agents. From there I was transferred to this operations center which I have no idea where it is located. Alex Dell The dream which has awakened Alex was a new one this time. Usually the dream was scenes of the alien craft or looking up and seeing the faces of the aliens. They had greyish white skin with large black almond shaped eyes, and they were always examining and saying nothing, in the dream she always wanted them just to say something. Why were they always injecting her with needles? Why did she always feel that strange probe reaching deep inside her? What do they want? This time she saw the incubator where small fetuses were inside. After the last probe one of the aliens brought over what looked like a specimen dish. Another one brought over another dish it had taken from a metal storage tray. They seemed to be doing something about combining the two specimens. They took samples from both dishes and combined them into a third dish, added a clear fluid to it and put in in some sort of device. Alex knew that the aliens had used her as a guinea pig, but why didn't they use someone who was born female? Why did they inject her with all those chemicals, entomb her in that bizzare suit, and leave her comatose for 2 months? Well, maybe all those hypnotic sessions with Dr Levin would reveal something to her, but Dr Levin was noncommittal about letting her hear the tapes or read the transcripts. She would ask again today, Dr Levin had told her that everything was finished with her examinations and they would be releasing her soon. She couldn't wait for that. She wanted to get on with whatever her new life was going to be. She would also be able to have sex whenever she felt horny, which was usually about a week before the PMS and her period started. She knew she could drive men nuts in bed since she knew exactly what men wanted, and unlike her former life as a man, she didn't have to take it up the ass. She actually enjoyed sex more this way, she felt totally normal making love to a man, and experienced brand new sensations, and even loved to feel and explore her new body. She showered, massaging the soap over her swollen nipples, which made them feel better when the bloating and cramping hit during her period. She towelled herself off, put her long brown hair into a french braid, inserted a new tampon, popped another Midol, put on her cotton panties, a white lace wonderbra, slipped into spandex leggings and an aerobics bodysuit, and stepped into the morning air for a jog around the grounds. ____________________________________ **** TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION # 1 WITH SUBJECT **** March 15, 1996 Dr Levin: Alex, I want you to start at the time your car was disabled in the desert and you tried to escape but couldn't and you fainted. Can you remember that? What happened after you fainted? Alex: Four beings walked over to the car. They didnt know how to open the doors, but then I was able to move my body. For some reason, I opened the door and got out of the car. Two of the aliens touched my arms and I walked with them into the craft. Dr Levin: How did you get into the craft, did it have a door? Alex: Yes, sort of like a cargo door you see on airplanes, but it had no steps. Dr Levin: Do you remember what the inside of the craft looked like? Alex: It had a round sort of hallway around the outside with several small compartments in it. The lighting was just below the ceilings on the walls but I couldn't tell where the light was coming from. I was taken into one of the compartments that looked like an examination table, but I'd never seen equipment like they had in there. I was put onto a sort of gurney or something like that. Then I couldn't move again. I couldn't even speak. Dr Levin: Do you remember the examination? Alex: They ran some kind of scanner over my body and I saw that they were looking at a screen with some sort of data, looked like hyroglyphics, they took blood from my body with some kind of device that felt like it had penetrated the skin, but it didn't look feel or look quite like a needle. They paid special attention to my abdomen and my penis and testicles. Then they put a helmet on my head which covered my entire head and face and fastened it around my neck with some sort of material that felt like rubber. After about maybe ten seconds I was unconscious. Dr Levin: We'll stop here for today, when I count to ten, you will feel totally awake and relaxed. 10-9-8-7...... ____________________________________ Ted Gorman look up after reading the transcript of the first session along with the video tape that played on the monitor. He shut it off and turned to the group. ``Any comments?" Charlie Greer, who had supervised the site operation, spoke first. `` All the data on the soil in the area and inspection of the car indicates a concentrated amount of heat and radiation in an area about 40 ft in diameter, the car had faded paint on the hood and roof, where otherwise they rest of the paint on the car looked brand new. So we know that an unknown craft landed at that spot, Dell's car was found next to it, and he hasn't been seen since. Since there was no sign of criminal foul play, we can pretty well assume Dell went aboard the craft. Unfortunately we didn't get any footprints since there were 30 mph winds the next morning and the highway patrolman who was first on the scene didn't report any and none were seen on the tape we examined." General Johnson of the Air Force was next. ``We pulled all the data from Edwards air tower that night, and the officer on duty assumed it was a CHP copter even if the image was too large for that. He assumed there was a glitch in the radar return and we haven't discouraged him from changing that. Some of the personnel on the base reported a UFO, but we debriefed them and explained in the strongest of terms that what they saw was a helicopter. They got the message." Gorman concluded, `` We would seem to have some good evidence that an extraterrestrial aircraft landed in the California desert, abducted a man and did some unknown experiments on him, or her as the case may be. What we HAVE to find out is if there is something up with them. Are they planning something more, or are they just an ET version of Josef Mengele and the Nazis doing experiments on people for kicks" ____________________________________ Alex had returned from her morning jog and was sitting in the cafeteria having coffee. A few miltary types sat at another table checking her out. She knew from experience that the tight aerobics outfit was getting them hot and she always liked to show off a little for the guys to break her boredom. She would have liked to go over and flirt with them but only authorized personnel were allowed to speak with her at any length and she knew she was being constantly monitored. Dr Levin had gone away to a big meeting somewhere and she informed Alex that after she came back that she would be free to go, and that she would be given a new identity with a social security # and license and everything, similar to the FBI witness protection program. Dr Levin said that she would be provided with a history so that she could find a job, but Alex knew that she wouldn't be able to go back to screenwriting, she was lucky to get her break in the business in the first place. She knew she wouldn't be able to take the 9-5 routine in a bank or office somewhere, those jobs were full of tight-assed tyrants who always wanted to run your life, or find something wrong, or try to mold you into something you're not, and she had already had quite enough of that. She had made pretty good money dancing, especially after she had done some porno tapes and got special appearance money in the exotic clubs. The big thing she worried about though after she got out was were the aliens done with her? ____________________________________ Mike Mendoza went home quickly after his shift was done on the highway patrol and burst excitingly into his house. He called to his wife ``Susanna, do I still have those shoes, you didn't throw them away did you?" He ran quicky to his storage shed in back and rifled through everything until he had found the shoes he had worn on that morning in the desert. He had gotten a nasty rash on his feet soon after and had replaced them, but now they would provide some answers for him after he had them examined by an old friend of his at UCLA. ____________________________________ The case of Alex Dell was also on the mind of Lt Griffin that day. He had searched for months for some clue to the identity of the woman he had questioned regarding the disappearance of Dell. Every source he had checked with had no record that she ever existed, and never in the history of crimonology had fingerprints from two people matched perfectly. The samples taken from the hairs in Dell's home and from the woman were run through forensics. The DNA match was close enough for them to be brother and sister. Although the case was closed by LAPD, he wanted to find the answers for himself before he retired, and he felt it was time to call some friends on the highway patrol and find the cop who had first found Dell's car in the desert. ____________________________________ *****TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION WITH SUBJECT 42987*** SESSION # 2 Dr Levin: Alex, you are now relaxed and will remember everything that happened on the craft. What happen after you went unconscious on the examination table? Alex: I felt a strange warm flowing sensation all around inside my body. Then I felt myself rising. I could actually look down at the aliens operating on me. I looked like a fighter pilot with that helmet on. There were wires and tubes inserted in several spots. The aliens have on some sort of surgical gowns, They have a cup-like device on my crotch. The blood in my body is draining out of 1 tube into a container and another tube is pumping in a clear fluid, like a plasma. The surgeons are operating around my crotch with a device that looks like a gold pen, but it's emitting a small light. Another alien comes over with the samples of skin and blood they took before, they are in the same container. The aliens seem to be very cautious around the blood, like it was explosive or something. Then they remove the device from my crotch and quickly work with the light pens. One of them moves its head and I can see..I can see.. Dr Levin: What do you see Alex? Can you tell me? Alex: AAAHEEEEAHHH!!! NOOOO!!NOOO!! (Subject sobs) Dr Levin: Alex, what is it? What are they doing? Alex: MY DICK AND BALLS!! WHYYYYY!!! THEY CUT IT OFF! WHYYY?? Dr Levin: Alex, it's OK, you're safe now. Tell me what they're doing now. Alex: There taking the skin from the sample container out and wrapping it around this tube, then they are taking the tube and they're putting it in my crotch where my penis was. Now they are taking a bigger light pen and cutting across my abdomen. Now they're opening my abdomen. The surgeon is taking something from another alien out of the container. It's some sort of organ with two little bulbs hanging off it. They're putting it in my stomach!! What is it!?. I can't see what they're doing now, but they're working very fast. Now one of them brings over some kind of clear,wet wrapping and now it looks like they're wrapping something. When they move I can see that it's a bandaging. Now the surgeon pulls one of my toes back, bends it completely backward like its made of rubber. It looks at one of the other aliens who leaves for a minute and then comes back carrying what looks like sheeting made of red rubber. They slip it under me, wrap it back around my torso, then cut and then seal it with the surgeon's pens. They did the same thing to my arms and legs, then they put some kind of grease or oil in my hair, slicked it and bunched it up in the back, and wrapped the rubber around my head. They cut small holes for the eyes and mouth, then put a tube in my mouth. Then they put a metal collar around my neck, a metal girdle around my waist, and bands and braces around my arms and legs. Then smaller bands and braces for my hands and feet, fingers and toes. They fastened a soft metal band from the collar around the top of my head, and then dark thin goggles over my eyes and then they took the tube out of my mouth and fastened on an oxogen mask or something over my mouth, and put the tube in the mask. The suit and braces made me look like a big red crippled alien or something. Then about eight of them picked me up off the gurney and carried me into an adjoining compartment and mounted me onto a device which looked like a pig rotissiere in front of a console with a big screen to the side. Then they fastened these panels on the top, bottom, and sides of the device. Then they inserted these tubes which were on the mounting device and inserted them into my arms. The tubes went into the console, and the aliens plugged a container of blood into the console too. It was weird that they had cut me open, mutilated me, and taken all my blood out, but I never saw a drop on them or anywhere else but those containers. Two of the aliens were behind the console and they must have turned everything on because an image came on the screen of a body, kind of like those MRI screens you see in a hospital. The image moved everytime the device, my body was in, moved. The aliens were moving their hands over the consoles and one would look up at the screen everytime it changed. The images would alternate from bones to muscles to thousands of red lines and then thousands of black lines. Then there would be images of all the organs which they would zoom in on. The tubes from the blood container started running up into the console, the screen changed, and then the blood went from the tubes in the console into my arms. I started to feel myself going back into my body. Then I felt groggy and felt my body in a tight suit, I could only see faint lights turning around me. I felt warm fluid running all through me, a tinling sensation all over, and now and then I would feel my whole body being squeezed, pulled, pushed, and all my muscles felt like they were crawling. The whole time since I had freaked over them cutting my penis off, I had heard the most beautiful music from somewhere that gave me a blissful feeling, and it played after all the sensations had stopped and my body went numb as I stopped turning and went into a deep sleep again. ____________________________________ Not a word was spoken after Gorman flicked off the video. All looked at the transcript in amazement except for one of the task force members, who Gorman addressed. `` I know the world's getting pretty damn flaky Ben, but either you don't believe any of this, or it ain't the first time you've seen something like this." General Johnson retorted, `` Nothing's scarier than seeing a naked Marine, Tom." The room broke into laughter at the joke at Gorman's expense. The two were good friends and often made inter-service jokes while serving together at the Pentagon. Gorman then replied, `` Good preparation for Roswell then!" The room fell silent again and all eyes were on Johnson. ``You were at Roswell?! Well son-of-a-bitch! I knew you white boys hold out on us!" ``Five years there studying and analyzing all the files from the crash site and the other shit you all heard about on `Unsolved Mysteries' The Cold War was pretty heated up back when I was there back in 1975, and we had lost Nam and everything, so I wondered at first why the hell I was in the middle of nowhere looking at flying saucer evidence. I was a pretty good engineer and physics background, and we were trying to find out how everything ticked so that we could use the technology to scare the shit out of the Russkies" ``Did you ever see any of the bodies that were in the crash?" ``No, they were long dead and cremated by then. Guess if I crashed on a strange planet with medical technology centuries behind I wouldn't last forever either. Especially if any viruses or bacteria entered the room where I was in that I didn't have immunity to. Anyway, from what information I was able to gather, the poor little bastard showed our doctors some medical techniques that would help keep him alive as long as possible. Jumped our medical research years ahead. Some of what Alex described in the transcripts are actually advanced versions of what we use today. The scanner panels and screens and computers are what we call MRI today. The light pens they used to operate are most likely laser surgery. When she described floating above her body, they probably had stopped her heart, experiences which heart and organ transplant patients often describe, and I would guess that if we have made advances in DNA usage, it's old hat to them." ____________________________________ Alex was miles away preparing for bed, her period over for another month. A cool breeze came into the window on this warm night and raised goosebumps on her skin and made her nipples stand up like elevator buttons. She slipped the straps of the blue lace teddy from her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, and ran her fingernails lightly under her breasts, then squeezed her breasts together and softly kneaded them. She lightly tickled her erect nipples and felt an electric chill all over. She moaned softly, ``Ohhhhh God I need a man in me, somebody fuck me, oooooh." Her hand then slipped into her into her lace panties, ran up the side of her pussy, and found her clit. She played with it while her other hand ran over her tits, her breathing became harder, and she arched her back while her hips started moving and twisting on the bed. As her chest, neck and face flushed a bright pink she raised her hips high off the bed and felt the release come to her as the insides of her vaginal canal quivered and her juices flowed freely from her pussy and soaked the panties. Masturbating was never this good as a man, she knew she could come again and again all night and she loved it. `` I gotta get outta here soon, I'm so fucking horny, I need a cock in me now!" She wondered for a minute if there were any hidden cameras in the room watching her, and she hissed through her teeth, `` Why the hell don't you come out from behind those cameras now! Stop jerking off while you're watching me and come in here and FUCK ME NOW!! I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget! It's worth the fucking court martial guys! I'll do chicks too! Whatever, I don't care, I was a fag when I was a guy! I just want it now!" After her tantrum had stopped she caught her breath, laid back on the bed, wiped away her tears and swore to herself that when she got out that some man would get fucked and sucked like no other woman he had or would ever have again. Alex's old peers in Hollywood hadn't forgotten about him after his disappearance in spite of the callousness of the business. There were always rumors and theories floating around about what they thought had happened. It was always a hot debate in the party circuits, and at one of those parties Alex's old friend from their days back at Columbia University, Anthony Palumbo, was approached by a producer who was negotiating a movie rights deal with a newspaper reporter who was writing a book about the investigation of Alex's disappearance and the possibility of a government cover-up of what happened. He wanted Anthony's input about what he knew about Alex and that maybe he could write the screenplay. Anthony's first impulse was to punch him out and tell the ghoul motherfucker to shove it up his ass, but he had learned to handle his temper with the powers in Hollywood if he wanted to keep working in this town. The producer gave him the name and number of the reporter and asked him to call tomorrow. When he sobered up the next morning and thought about how whether he wanted to know what happened, but he felt that maybe at least he could find something to tell Alex's mother the next time she called to find out if there was anything new. He knew that eventually she could face it if he was dead, but will she be able to face all the private things that he kept from her when he was alive when and if the book got pulished? ____________________________________ ***** TRANSCRIPT OF HYPNOTIC RECALL SESSION # 3 ******* NSCTF SUBJECT # 42987 Dr Levin: Alex, you are now relaxed and will remember everything that happened on the alien craft. What happened next after the room with the scanners and the device you were mounted on? Alex: When I woke up again, I wasn't in the operating room, I was in some sort of room with monitors that I didn't understand, and I was laying down on a bed or table and the numb feeling that I had before was gone. I was able to see a monitor above me and I could see the monitor was on me. I was still in that skintight red suit with all the harnesses and trusses and braces. It looked like a bondage suit you see in the kinky magazines, and I wondered if maybe these aliens were maybe on a weird kick. Then I noticed that my body was different, a little smaller and a lot more curvy like a woman's body. Then the aliens came in and started to undo all the harnesses and braces. One tried to bend my hand back, but it would only go to a right angle to my wrist. Then they sat me up and moved my arms and legs. Then they had me stand. I felt a little off balance, and they had me walk, but the movement just wasn't right like it was before. They walked me through the ship, which wasn't much different from what I saw before, just a lot of empty rooms with little operating rooms like the one I was in. I was taken up a ramp to the top, where there were windows all around and I could make out millions of stars out there. It was the most awesome sight I had ever seen, just a beautiful sight of all these lights and stars. I think this was the control room for the craft, and in the middle was a big machine which made a low humming noise. I assumed that was the engine for the thing, or some maintenance device for the engine. None of them seemed to be running or steering the ship, like it was on autopilot. I wanted to ask them questions or speak, but I couldn't with my mouth covered over with the mask on the suit. I was then taken back to the room, when I suddenly felt very tired and heard the beautiful music again as I laid on the bed. The aliens came in with the laser pens again and I could feel them peeling the suit off my body, and when it came off completely I felt a lot of hair tumbling out from my head. When I reached my arm across my body I suddenly realized that I had breasts! My skin was really soft and when I felt my crotch, I felt a vagina! They had changed me into a woman! I realized I was also naked and covered up my breasts and vagina with my hands, and maybe one of the aliens understood this, because it pulled out the clothes I was wearing when they took me and handed them to me and I put them on, but they were really baggy on me, and the sneakers flopped around on my feet. I could slightly feel the ship settling down, and then the aliens took me out of the craft, walked me away from it about 300 yards, and left me standing there. I turned to watch them walk back to the ship, and they got in and the craft went straight up for a couple of minutes, and then took off like a shot. It was dark out and a little bit chilly and I walked toward the lights moving in the distance. ____________________________________ Alex was watching the TV in her darkened bedroom, still awake and quite relaxed after she had masturbated out the frustration and horniness she had felt before. Her thoughts went back again to that early morning she had come to in the desert outside of Palm Springs. She wondered where the Porsche was, but it was nowhere to be seen. She thought that maybe she fell asleep at the wheel and had an accident, but the highway patrol would have come along and helped if she had. When she reached the highway she thought that maybe she had walked all the way back to Interstate 15, but when she got close enough to see the blue highway sign, she saw that she had gone all the way to Interstate 10! She had scratched herself under the oversized T-shirt she was wearing, when she had first felt the breasts under them, and her sense of reality suddenly left her. She felt this had to be a dream, this just wasn't real. She looked down her baggy pants and realized that the penis was no longer there! She let out a long scream which sounded to Alex like it came from someone else. A trucker stopped at the side of the road and offered her a lift. Alex made up a quick story about having a fight with her boyfriend who left her at the side of the road with nothing but his old clothes, and she needed a lift into the next town to get to a phone. She saw about 10 minutes later the exit leading into Palm Springs, and the trucker bought her a cup of coffee and advised the she should really see a doctor, she looked totally dazed. After the trucker left, she felt through her pockets and pulled out the wallet and a large wad of 100 dollar bills. Maybe the big weekend in Vegas was just a dream too, she thought, and maybe if she got a room in the hotel across the street she would wake up to the real world. The hotel manager told her that all the rooms were taken because of the Labor Day Weekend. At that point she thought that this had to be a dream, no way she could fall asleep in a car before the 4th of July and wake up more than 2 months later in a woman's body. But she wasn't waking up, in any other dream she would have waken up by now. She looked around expecting Rod Serling to be standing there explaining to an audience, ``Mr Alex Dell has just woken up after a wild weekend in Las Vegas, but he is not waking up as Alex Dell, screenwriter, but as Miss Alex Dell, an unknown woman waiting to get a bus back, back from the Twighlight Zone!" Alex went into a clothing store on the street, where she gave the salesgirl the same story she had given the trucker about a fight with the boyfriend. The girl sympathized and agreed to let her use the credit cards to buy some clothes. ``If Danny did that to me, I'd max every card I could on the bastard, and then go to an ATM and clean out the checking account!" Alex quickly looked over for something to wear, settling on a pair of jeans, which took trying out several pairs to finally get a fit to her new slimmer waist, wider hips, and not as loose in the crotch. She picked out a white body suit which she stepped into, pulling the jeans on over. Since her breasts stood up firmly without a bra, she decided to forego that until she could get her measurements to get everything that would fit. She picked out some women's athletic shoes which she held to her foot to get the closest fit she could. She picked out a large shoulder bag and since it was starting to get really hot, bought a scrunchy and wrapped her long hair back into a large ponytail. Paying the cashier, she took a taxi which would take her to the bus which would take her into L.A. and the unknown. After the last transcript of Alex's hypnotic recall session was played in the National Security Conference room, Gorman requested the analysis of the heads of the bio-science and medical teams on the task force, Dr Perry and Dr Blumenthal. Dr Perry went first - `` We've all heard by now about DNA, especially with the prevalence in the news about its use as evidence in murder trials. To use a simple analogy, DNA is the software of life, it programs everything about us, what we'll look like, our intelligence, and every other quality that makes every living organism in this universe unique in itself. In looking at all the medical records of Alex previous to the abduction, we find that there are numerous traits that are identical, such as skin,hair, and eye pigmentation, allergies, blood type, dental patterns and even fingerprints. As you know from basic biology, every human embryo starts out female, and only later in pregnancy does the penis form on the fetus, and that most basic outward characteristics in male and female children are basically the same until puberty, when genetic and chromasomal programs in the body induce all the obvious changes. If you were to inhibit testerone production in a male child before puberty, the child would lack the genetic instructions which would develop adult male characteristics, and would develop as an adult female by default. The inverse would not happen to a female child. It appears in Alex's case that after removing the penis, all the body's design instructions were removed, kept on artificial life support, and had any Y chromosomes and other male traits in the DNA removed, then returned in a default, which would be female, condition. When the aliens instructed their medical computers to return the DNA to the body, all the traits were returned and restore the body to a functioning condition, it was with all the genetics that were inherited, but minus the Y chomosomes which would instruct the body to become male." Dr Blumenthal theorized on the medical procedures used. ``When Alex recalled the braces and the body suit, I believe that the aliens used this to keep the body in a basic form due to the softening of the skeleton. Remember, they had tested this by pulling the toe backwards, to check for rigidity. It would appear that most of the calcium in the bones was removed in some way to do this. When the calcium was returned, it was put in a matrix which the DNA instructed it to, giving the body a wider hip and pelvic region, smaller hands and feet, no adam's apple, smaller facial features, and a loss of about 2 inches in height. All the muscles and tendons were rerouted and resized of course to match the new bone structure, and the body fat was redistributed. We also believe that the aliens developed a method to speed up the process, being that Alex's hair had grown more than 16 inches in 2 months. What was amazing was the ability to grow the necessary organ, the uterus and ovaries, to complete the change. We have made strides in regeneration of skin for burn victims, and we have made great strides in our research on the cloning of organs, which would be of great benefit to heart and cancer patients. Imagine being able to grow your own replacement heart or liver, without having to wait for a compatible donor or running any risk of rejection. They were able to take samples of Alex's tissues, and grow an entire new organ to be transplanted into her body." `` All our examinations of her show that there was nothing immediate done on the brain or nervous system, but the female traits are progressing, and the male traits are in regression. She is no longer able to simultaneously perform dexterity drills while conversing, which she could do when she first arrived, her facial expressions and movements and speech have also developed quickly into a feminine mode. The mathematical and logical portions of her brain have regressed, while the intuitive side is now dominating. All the testing has indicated that the brain functions and hemispherical relationships are those of a woman, while her memories and life experiences are those of a man. Her prospective of her memories is adapting to a female point of view, and as Dr Levin explained before, her acceptance of her new condition is growing daily, and in a short time it will feel totally natural to her." Gorman concluded the meeting and asked Dr Levin and Greer to stay. ``Julie, I want you to fly back to Nellis tonight, and tell Alex that she can leave the base tomorrow. There's no reason to keep her there any longer, and word from the C.O. there is that the personnel are circulating some pretty wild rumors. Charlie will give you all the documents you need and fill you in on all the instructions. Have a safe trip and I'll see you next week." Greer handed Dr Levin a manila envelope from his briefcase and she examined its contents. Driver license, credit cards, bank account, social security, birth certificate, and a wholly created credit history, tax returns, high school and college records, medical history, family doctor, the works, all provided courtesy of the witness protection program. Greer gave Julie instructions on what to tell Alex. `` There's been some questions asked about Alex's disappearance by some reporters and we've gotten some calls about this at the bureau office out in L.A. We've been able to come up with a pretty good cover story on this, and we got lucky on a few things to match it up. We found out for real that Alex had worked on a screenplay with a college buddy back in New York about the life of the Boss of the biggest Mafia family in the country. His college buddy, Anthony Palumbo, had grown up in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn, and they hung around the old neighborhood getting to know all the Gumbars so that they could get the right dialog and flavor for the movie. After the movie came out, the characters and most of the incidents in the movie came a little too close to the truth, and the Dandy Don and a lot of the Capos and consiglieres and the like got totally pissed, and Alex and Anthony got some threatening calls, especially when the FBI started putting pressure on the mob and the US attorney was calling for indictments on some of the incidents that really happened. We don't think they were really going to whack them, but our official line is that our investigation believes that Dell was murdered as a warning to Palumbo. After all, its been 21 years and we still don't know where Jimmy Hoffa is. Our explaination for picking her up from the LAPD is that she had his ID and credit cards on her and the FBI believed that she had information on the disappearance and was put into witness protection. I want you to remind Alex that if she should tell anybody the real story, we can add to her file that she became delusional because of the stress of the case, and has a history of making up wild stories, and bring up her career as a topless dancer and the porno films she made. Everything she needs to resume a normal life has been provided for her, and life will stay normal as long as she denies any stories about aliens and UFO's. If that doesnt convince her, then remind her if she goes public with this, that the Mafia might want to come and chat with her about her conversations with the FBI" ____________________________________ Dr Levin gazed reflectively out the window of her plane at the Virginia countryside below as it took off from Dulles Airport, reflecting on the most intriguing patient she had ever known in her brilliant career. She had developed many new techniques in the psycological field, and had just published a second best-selling book prior to being appointed by the President to psychoanalyze a very unique patient for an undisclosed Task Force for The National Security Agency department of the White House. But Alex had been more unique than in her unusual manner of being transgendered, there was a powerful magnetism to her that Dr Levin had found on a few occasions to be impossible to resist. This was her first patient that she could not detach herself from emotionally and professionally, and she wanted so much to see her again after she was released from the base in Nevada. Julie remembered the first time she introduced herself to Alex, and feeling again that electric feeling she got when she first saw those flashing brilliant green eyes, the beautiful long brown hair which looked like it was cared for professionally, the perfectly proportioned face and body, and most of all the seductive smile she had shown her. She had spent extra time with Alex, talking to her like a big sister late into the night, holding her when she was afraid or needed a shoulder to cry on, and watching her grow daily into psychological womanhood. She had given Alex some fashion and etiquette advice, and remembered the feeling she got when she showed her how to french braid her hair when it got hot out, the feel of that beautiful soft hair which most women spent a fortune to try to get but never did. It was one of these times when Julie was brushing Alex's hair when it happened, when Julie's hands had lingered for just a second too long on Alex's shoulders, when Alex reached up with both hands to hold Julie's, pulled her hands closer and turned her head back and looked at Julie with those green eyes looking at her seductively through half closed lids, and saw the passion in Julie's eyes which she couldn't hide from Alex. She couldn't resist when Alex reached over to gently run her hand along her face, and then drew up to her in the most passionate kiss she had ever felt. She felt chills all down her back and moaned involuntarily and made a soft protest, but Alex knew she had her. ``You're beautiful too, Julie you don't look anywhere near 38" she whispered into her ear. Alex arched her back and tilted her head as she opened her nightgown, exposing the perfect breasts which stood from her chest with just the right firmness without looking fake. Julie ran her hands over Alex's breasts almost without thinking, as she felt her blouse being unbuttoned, and felt Alex's delicate fingers undoing her bra and running gently across her nipples. Julie was losing all control by then, as Alex removed both their tops, and leaned Julie back and kissed her lips, neck, and nipples, with Julie coming to her first orgasm as she felt Alex's soft hair running along her body. Alex kissed her along her stomach, working her way down and running her nails lightly up her thighs, as she effortlessly removed Julie's skirt and panties, and kissed around her thighs and pelvis, finally running her tongue along her pussy lips and tickling her clitoris until Julie almost passed out with her second, more powerful orgasm. She came down from that with a totally relaxed and peaceful feeling she had never been able to get through any relaxation techniques, and her and Alex gently kissed and touched each other as they fell asleep together in a soft embrace. Julie came back to reality on the plane as she found herself involuntarily running her hands along her arms and legs. She thought of other things to go over with Alex before letting her go, all the details of the paperwork on her new identity, and when she picked up her luggage and rental car at the airport in Las Vegas, she headed not to Nellis Air Force Base, but to the Luxor Casino to make reservations for 2 rooms, and then to one of the best stores in town to buy going away presents for that patient that she found it impossible to see in an entirely professional manner. At that same time, 200 miles away driving home from Los Angeles on the 10 freeway was Mike Mendoza, excited about the results his chemist friend at UCLA had found on the shoes that he had worn that morning when he found Alex's car in the desert. The sand and soil still in tiny portions in his shoes had shown evidence of being heated to a degree to change the sand into glass, and radioactive particles were still in there also, being inconsistent with the surrounding soil in the region, and no nuclear waste dumps were in the area. He finally knew for himself at least that he was not hallucinating about the lights he had occasionally seen in the desert at night, or the fading of the paint on the Porsche he had found, and knew that the story concocted by the FBI was a cover-up, and that maybe that wild story that had caused a brief sensation about that topless dancer who claimed to be the new and altered version of missing writer Alex Dell might not be so wild after all. He was going to take this lab report with the shoes and call the reporter who had caused him so many problems on the job and in his daily life when he had claimed that very unusual and unnatural signs were found at the spot Dell had disappeared. The reporter had used his name in the story, and Mike knew that from that point on, any hope of promotion within the ranks of the Highway Patrol had evaporated. Mike had seen on a news magazine show that the reporter was going to write a book about this case, and he figured that if he provided that reporter with the evidence, then maybe something big would break, and the bad mark on his personnel file would go away. ____________________________________ Carl Barry had just hung up the phone after one of his leads in the Dell missing persons case had informed him of some lab results on some shoes. He typed the notes of the conversation on his computer at his desk in the reporters pool at the weekly news magazine WorldWeek, and then looked at the file containing a pair of photo's. The first one was of a very handsome dark haired man with green eyes and a flashing smile. His good looks matched those of any popular hunk on the cover of People magazine, but he had chosen to make his name in Hollywood as a screenwriter. The picture was taken at the Chandler Pavilion after co-winning an Oscar for best screenplay for the movie ``Cushines" about Mafia life in South Brooklyn. The second picture opposite was of a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and green eyes and a feminine version of that same flashing smile on the screenwriter. She was dressed only in a string bikini top and a g-string, and had posed seductively in an arched back stance with one hand in her hair and another on her hip. This picture was taken from a promotion shot for a popular ``Gentleman's Club" in Santa Monica. The man and woman looked to a casual observer like they were brother and sister, probably twins. Carl had played around with some morphing sofware and had found that all the pics between the two had morphed seamlessly. He only wished that the book he was writing about these images in the two pictures would meld together as easily. He was almost finished with the research and interviews, and a movie deal was being negotiated even before the book went into print. It was a huge risk that would most likely ruin his credibility as a journalist if it failed, but would make him a media superstar if the book was believable enough to overcome the sansationalism. A friend in the Los Angeles FBI office had tipped him off about an explanation that would be offered in a press conference in the case when and if the book became a best-seller, but Carl had figured that with the prevalant attitude of the American public toward the government and their skeptasism of explanations offered by the authorities, that his agent could use that in his favor with well publicized claims of a government cover-up. He had the testimony of a California Highway Patrol officer and an LAPD homicide detective, along with interviews with everyone he could find who knew both of the people in these pictures. He knew that mysterious stories like this could sell big if it was well researched, written, and convincing in its content. He looked over at the TV screen in the room imagining himself in the chair opposite Larry King, and was close to convinced himself that something had happened during an alien abduction which had transformed the handsome writer on the left of his screen into the beautiful dancer on the right. ____________________________________ FREE AT LAST!!! Alex had almost gotten to the point where she didn't think they were ever going to let her off that damn base, and now she was enjoying the ride in the empty desert from Nellis Air Force Base into Las Vegas. She was so overjoyed at her freedom that she had gotten over the anger she had felt when Dr Julie Levin had told her that she couldn't see the transcripts of the hypnosis sessions. Alex had accused Dr Levin of using her as a guinea pig and fucking around with her mind. How was she ever going to know how all this had happened to Her? She needed to know for herself that she wasn't just some crazy woman who had finally flipped and imagined herself to be a reincarnation of a missing writer? Alex had noticed Dr Levin's eyes starting to get moist and teary and then Julie whispering that as Dr Levin her therapist she couldn't tell her anything, but as her friend and confidant Julie Levin she could manage to recall the important details of the abduction, they just had to do it away from the base, and Julie had promised her that she would get the opportunity to tell her when they got to Vegas, and that she had planned a big weekend for the both of them. She opened her purse and looked again at the driver license which had been issued to her with the last name lengthened to Delahanty, which she remembered was her grandfather's last name in Ireland, who had shortened it to Dell when he came to America to throw off any British investigators who might follow him to America to arrest him for IRA activities. She laughed at the irony of a changed identity which had come full circle, and breathed deeply the night desert air coming in the window, and unfastened a few buttons on her blouse enough to show her cleavage and the top of her bra and felt the air cool her off. She looked at Julie and saw her starting to shift a little in the drivers seat and run her fingernails along the steering wheel lightly, and noticed that her breasts heaved slightly. Julie found her excitement growing as they approached the outskirts of Las Vegas, and recalled to herself that the last time she had felt this way was when she had fallen head over heels in love in college with an Italian guy she was convinced she would marry, but her mother had constantly found fault with him and the relationship eventually fell apart. Ever since then it seemed that her mother was trying to fix her up with every Jewish professional from Boston to Miami, but with none of them had excited her and she had made excuses to her mother about concentrating on her career. Julie knew that she wasn't a lesbian and would hopefully find a man to excite her, but Alex's beauty, intelligence,humor, and magnetism were so overwhelming her that she felt like she was falling deeply in love with Alex. Her psychology studies had taught her that women could feel a deep love for each other and even experiment sexually and still be heterosexual. But for this weekend at least, she would treat herself to 3 days of joy and ecstacy and companionship she had missed for so long with the beautiful result of experiments those alien medical scientists had done to the person in the passenger seat of her car. ____________________________________ The binders containing the case of Alex Dell, National Security Case File Subject 42987, were put on the table in the conference room with the remaining members who were left after the support teams, and non-government consultants such as Dr Levin, were no longer needed and released from the Task Force. They had a good idea what had happened, but the ``why" of it had required quite a few heated discussions over theories, most which were dismissed after they could not follow a logical path or reason. The theory they finally compromised on was that the alien craft was a research vessel, since Alex had not recalled any weoponry or security measures on the ship, and the craft was alone, ruling out any military or scouting missions. The aliens didn't seem to be doing any genetic research, since they apparently had extensive knowledge of human DNA already. Alex's recall of the specimen dishes she had seen and what had appeared to be incubators with human fetuses indicated that they were looking to create or replicate human beings either for use on other worlds or on Earth itself, possibly a creation of a new and improved race of humans. Many scientists had speculated in the past that Darwin's missing link was humanity itself, engineered by a superior race from the primitive neanderthals which were theorized to have evolved from apes. But why didn't the aliens abduct a human already female? The reason may have been that the aliens had chosen males from another race to introduce to our evolutionary process, and that in the long run that our males, if changed to females, would be able to produce children from the union of the two races. A curious result had come from tests done on the eggs that the doctors on the medical team had taken from Alex during gynecological examinations. Her eggs were mixed with sperm cells to see if she was capable of reproduction, which she was, but 100 percent of the embryos produced was female. None of the ``Y" chomosome sperm which would eventually produce a male would be accepted by the egg to produce the cell multiplication which was the first stage of pregnancy after fertilization of the egg. The scientists guessed that Alex may have been a preliminary experiment which would manifest itself on the human race in about 200 years, a short time in the evolutionary process, if we didn't end up killing ourselves first. The report concluded that no imminent primary threat existed to national security which would justify any further pursuit of this case which would require funding approval at the Cabinet level. Ted Gorman signed off on the report which removed the case from National Security jurisdiction, and turned jurisdiction over to Charlie Greer, the assistant director of the FBI. `` It's all yours Charlie, but I'd do something about leaks coming out of Justice and getting to members of the press. This case in itself probably doesn't present any big problem, but if the American people start thinking that we're covering up some big alien plot to kidnap all the boys and turn them into girls, or that we even took some story like that seriously, the whole bunch of us from the President on down are going to look like a bunch of clueless assholes" ____________________________________ Most of the detectives in the LAPD Homicide division wondered if Lt Bob Griffin was getting overly horny after his divorce two years ago, because they had seen him many times in the past months after the Dell case hanging out in just about every topless joint in Southern California. Griffin had been spending his off duty time canvassing the clubs whose owners had given him tips on cases when he worked in narcotics, and he was particularly interested in any information they had on a beautiful dancer called Alex. She had been one of the biggest favorites of the patrons, and the other girls recalled her as being personally friendly but quiet, and didn't talk about her private life very much, which wasn't uncommon among the girls who danced in these clubs. She had told anybody who asked that she had come out to L.A from Long Island, and that she needed the money to live on until she finished school and got her degree. She usually changed the subject when anybody asked about her life back east, and the girls figured she was running away from something. As a detective who had to deal with facts that would hold up in court, he still treated this case as a possible murder, and was looking to see if the girl he was asking questions about knew anything about who may have committed that murder. But he still couldn't get over the matching of fingerprints between her and the victim, and that she looked enough like him to be his sister, but a check on the victims records showed he had two brothers but no sisters, and the strange questions asked by that persistent news magazine reporter. Finally he remembered one more person he wanted to question about this case, the highway patrolman he had finally located, and he slipped a dollar into the g-string of the girl dancing over him, winked at her and left the club to see officer Mike Mendoza of the California Highway Patrol. ____________________________________ Alex checked into her room at the Luxor Casino in Las Vegas, the new casino at the bottom end of the Strip that was built like an Egyptian pyramid, those mysterious pyramids that a the book ``Chariots of the Gods" had been built by extra-terrestrials. She wondered if Julie had picked this casino for that reason or this was just another irony in her new life. On the in the room were a bouquet of beautiful roses, and some presents that she opened that were all from Julie. The big box contained a gorgeous strapless blue formal dinner gown, a matching purse and four inch pumps, and small boxes containing silver bracelets, diamond earrings, and a blue choker with a large pearl on it. Alex put the roses in the vase as Julie entered the room to remind her of the appointment they had with a high class beauty shop. Alex kissed her and thanked her for the gifts as they left for the shop. The make-over artists at the shop were the best in town, and Julie watched in admiration as the cosmetics people went to work on Alex's face. Alex had entered the shop looking like a pretty co-ed, her lips were painted to bring out their fullness, and her already stunning green eyes had become exotic under the professional hands of these artists. The hairdressers then washed and set her hair in curlers, and when it dried they brushed her hair to one side and tied it together, leaving a huge beautiful mass of curly brown hair cascading down over her shoulder and over her breast. The artists also went to work on Julie, whose long thick black hair and cat-like dark brown eyes were brought to their full glamour, which made many people mistake her for Fran Drescher, and the hairdressers had piled her hair high on her head, and Julie gave them her best Jewish Princess voice, much to the amusement of the staff. The two women returned to the hotel to dress for dinner, and as Alex put on the gown which fit her perfectly, with the bare shoulders and the choker and the other accessories, she looked in the mirror and wanted to stay there forever to gaze at the image. While she had felt attractive before, for the first time she felt the joy of being truly as glamorous as any movie star. The feel of the satin fabric and the smell of the expensive perfume completed the rush, and she smiled at the equally glamorous Julie, and as the two left for dinner, Alex warmed at the anticipation of returning the favor to her, with a long night of passion pent up from six months of confinement at the Air Force Base. ******* SIGHTINGS - SHOW 10/12/96 - LEAD SEGMENT ***** ``EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL SEX CHANGE?" NARRATION: On the night of Sunday, June 30, 1995, screenwriter Alex Dell left Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas in his black Porsche coupe to drive back to his home in Bel Air. Dell was last seen at this convenience store in Barstow, California to purchase a cup of coffee and use the restroom. Although no witnesses reported anything unusual in the parking lot of the store, police believe it was possible that he may have been carjacked or otherwise met with foul play. On Monday morning July 1, Dell's car was discovered almost 1/4 mile off of California highway 58 by Patrolman Michael Mendoza of CHP. A search of the entire High Desert area between Barstow and Edwards Air Force Base to the west was conducted for Alex Dell with no success. Although police suspect that Dell most likely was a victim of a carjacking, officials admit that they are baffled as to why a carjacker would abandon an expensive sports car in the middle of the desert. Official reports obtained by reporter Carl Barry of WorldWeek magazine reported the car to be in perfect running condition and could find no signs of malfunction that would prompt a car thief to abandon the car in the middle of nowhere. Was it a carjacking? Or was Dell abducted for other reasons by someone other than car thieves? No trace of Dell was found until March of 1996 when an exotic dancer was arrested by Los Angeles Police in the San Fernando Valley after she was stopped for a speeding violation and Dell's credit cards, an altered license with Dell's number and other items traced to Dell were found in the woman's possesion. Lt Robert Griffin of the LAPD homicide division questioned the woman who could not provide any identification and according to police, refuse to give her name. According to sources who would not give their name, the woman's fingerprints were checked with law enforcement computers nationwide, and they matched perfectly to Alex Dell's. Court transcipts of the arraignment re: California vs. unidentified female suspect reveal that the woman pleaded not guilty and that the public defender and the assistant D.A. had recommended that the woman be held for psychiatric and narcotics evaluation until a competency hearing could be held. Lt Griffin was going to interview the woman at the hospital regarding the case when he was told by the hospital staff that men identifying themselves as FBI agents had taken the woman into their custody. Neither the woman nor Alex Dell has been seen since. Rumors persist that she is being held at the Air Force base in Nevada that contains the infamous ``Area 51" that is off limits to all but classified military personnel that the Air Force denies exists. Carl Barry's book titled `` Night of the Morphus" is making the incredible claim that Alex Dell and the mysterious go-go dancer found with his identification are one and the same, a result of alien medical experimention.Did aliens conduct a sex change on Alex Dell? When Sightings returns, we will have an exclusive interview with Carl Barry and you will hear the some of the fascinating evidence he provides in his book. [ > GO TO COMMERCIAL <] Alex was enjoying the show at the casino with Tony Bennett as the feature act, unaware of the TV show in production that would air soon and the book about to be released that would cause her to be a sensational story worldwide. She and Julie were being seranaded by Tony Bennett as the spotlight shined on their table while he sang ``Rags to Riches" in a slower, more romantic version. Alex could feel Julie's hand gently caressing her thigh under the table. The whole experience of having an icon singing to her and the glamorous feel of the clothes put Alex on a high that she never wanted to end. Her female mind and thought processes were completed now, and her soul was almost to the point of complete femininity. She was turning the corner where she would not feel any self-conciousness, and to her own point of no return where she would not be able to comprehend being anything but a woman. When Alex and Julie returned to their room after the show, they changed into their lingerie, Julie in a deep red satin one piece, and Alex in a powder blue lace bra and panties, they poured some wine and reminisced on the evening as the mood slowly wrapped them. Julie noticed that this time Alex was much different from before in her lovemaking six months ago, as her masculine aggressiveness had totally regressed. They were co-equals in their lovemaking now, and both their orgasms had come in a smoother and more spontaneous way. As they lay in a gentle embrace quietly whispering to each other, Julie heard Alex for the first time express her growing desire to have a baby. ____________________________________ In a bar in the High Desert town of Hesperia, the bartender noticed a stocky man about 45 years old with an air of authority about him. The man looked at the clock more than the football game on TV and looked at the door every time it opened. His intuition told him this guy had to be a cop. He wondered if maybe a he was waiting for an informant on a drug case. He was finally met by a tall muscular latino man about 10 years his junior. The two exchanged greetings and took a booth in a quiet corner of the tavern. He had seen the latino and remembered he was a cop with the highway patrol named Mendez or Mendoza, he didn't remember exactly. The man was indeed Mike Mendoza and he had arranged to meet Bob Griffin of the LAPD in this place. Both of the cops had suffered damage to their careers over the Dell case. Mendoza for talking to reporters about the strange evidence at the disappearance site and Griffin for the run-in with the gay rights activists over the investigation of Dell's gay lover. Mendoza looked over his shoulder briefly and showed Griffin the lab report on the shoes, and pulled some slips of paper out of his pocket and handed them to the detective. ``These are some short notes I took at the scene, before I took the video of the scene. I had stuck them in my pocket for the report later, but I never got to finish the report. This huge black guy, Greer I think his name was, took what evidence I had and told me this was now FBI business. They went to my house and turned the place upside down looking for any pictures or tapes I had. I thought all I had left of it was these notes. But one day I was out there at the scene and I thought of the shoes I wore that day. After a few days I got this nasty rash on my feet and the doctor told me to throw the shoes out, but I tossed them in a bag and put them in the tool shed. Had an old friend at UCLA check them out, and he found traces of radiation, and the soil had been superheated somehow." Griffin in turn showed Mendoza some filched copies of the arrest report of the girl he had arrested and the printouts of the fingerprint search. He shared his notes on the case with Mendoza that he had kept privately since the case began. `` I still don't know if I believe in UFO's or anything like that Mike, but damn, I searched everything I could and I still cant find any history on that girl. Never had anything like that. And another thing, I don't buy that official story about a carjacking. Thieves wouldn't leave a Porsch out in the desert unless it broke down, and according to the buzz going around CHP, the car was fine. Was it?" ``Started fine" Mendoza replied. ``Had half a tank of gas still in it, no signs of struggle, no blood or anything, but the paint on the hood and roof were faded, like it had been sitting in the sun for a year. I don't buy the carjack story either. I've seen lots of broken down junks abandoned out here, but never a 2 year old Porsche." ``So what do you think" asked Griffin. ``Well, I never ruled out that UFOs exist, and I've seen some strange things out in the desert at night that I never put in a report, and they sure as hell werent planes flying out of Edwards." ____________________________________ Alex leaned back and relaxed in the tub in her new condo in Manhattan Beach, which the government had gotten for her after they had quietly bought the house in Bel Air from her and taken the bank accounts as ``evidence" and put it in a trust in a different bank under her new last name, after taxes of course. Her arms and legs ached from unpacking boxes and moving furniture, which was much harder now that she no longer had a man's strength. Julie did go downtown to hire a few illegals to help her with the heavier furniture, but she still had done enough that the warm water of the bath was soaking into her muscles, relieving the ache. She flicked her finger lightly over her nipple and amused herself by watching it rise, and cupped her hand under her breast and jiggled it a little to watch the ripple. After the bath had relaxed her enough, she towled off and wrapped the towel around her wet hair into a turban. She then went into her dresser to pick a bathing suit out that she was in the mood to wear. She settled on a white one-piece, split in the front almost to the navel, and french cut around the bottom, and the top tied at the back of her neck, leaving her entire back exposed. She rubbed some sunscreen on her baby soft skin and went to the patio to catch the rays of the late afternoon California sun. Alex was feeling the warmth of the sun on her and the clinging feel of the lycra bathing suit when she thought she heard the doorbell ring. Turning down the radio she went to the front door, where she was greeted by the oldest of the Mexican workers she had hired. She felt a momentary unease that women feel when greeted by a relative stranger, and now that she was a woman she had to guard against the possibility of rape. But the old Mexican did not have the same lusting smiles his younger compadres did before. His tired eyes met hers in a serious expression. ``Senorita, I know of an old man who can help you, he can tell you everything, he told me to come out here to find you and tell you." Alex was taken aback."Who? What are you talking about?" ``In Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation, there is an old man there who knows them, his name is Sam Wind, but the Navajos there call him ``Speaks to the lights". The spacemen talk to him when he goes out to pray, I know him a long time, he gives me a place to stay, and he told me the spacemen are ready for him to tell you now about why they took you and changed you. Sam told me to find a beautiful woman with green eyes the spacemen had made from a man." Alex stood in momentary shock that this old stranger might know about her, and if her life hadn't taken such strange turns as it was, she would have taken him for a crazy rapist, and called the police. But he was so persuasive, and his eyes so sincere, that she went back to get a 20 dollar bill and gave it to the old Mexican with a quiet thank you. ``Gracias Senorita, he says he saw you in his visions, and you are as beautiful as he said you would be. Thank you for the money. My wife and I will feast tonight. Adios!" Alex wondered if this old man's story was true, but as she was wondering, she found a road atlas from the bookshelf, put on a sweatshirt over a pair on spandex leggings, packed a bag and threw it in back of the new Camaro she had just bought, and got a few hours sleep. In the early morning, she left a message for Julie back in New York and began the long drive hoping the old Navajo in Arizona really existed. ____________________________________ Alex drove along the long empty highway that ran along the Kaibab Plateau east of the Grand Canyon, tired by the long drive from L.A. but still driven by her hope that she would find the old Navajo named Sam Wind that she had been told about. Her intuition told her that this man really did talk to aliens, and that he would tell her the reasons for what the aliens had done to her. She spotted a small gathering of houses in the distance and when she reached it, saw the small stucco house with the old Ford pickup parked outside. She felt nervous as she pulled the car up to the house and apprehensively knocked on the door. After about a minute, the door opened and an Indian woman in her 60's answered the door. "I'm looking for a Mr. Sam Wind, does he live here?" Alex asked. The woman turned and shouted into the living room, " Sam! Somebody here to see you." A man in his 70's came up to the door wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, and his long white hair was braided Indian-style. His wrinkled face broke into a warm smile as he saw Alex in the door. " Hi, my name is Alex Delahanty and a friend of yours told me you could help me. Are you the one they call 'Speaks to the Lights' ? " "Come on in, young lady, you look tired. Sit down and the missus will fix us some coffee." Sam replied. "We don't see many pretty girls like you around here much, although Lanie here was a beauty when she was your age too, lucky to get her." After they had coffee, Sam and Alex drove a few mile to a high windblown spot overlooking the desert floor. "This is where I've come to think ever since I was a boy. That's when I met them, I was about 12 or 13, and since then they call me in my dreams when they want to talk." " The aliens?" Alex asked. " Yup, always come when they say too. I wish people could stick to their word like they do. Would have made life easier for the Red Man. Anyway, they saved my ass a few times in World War II when I was in the Signal Corps. Always told me when the Germans were gonna pay us a visit. Some of the guys in the unit wondered if I was spying for Hitler, cause I always oiled my guns and looked for a good spot to hunker down. The Captain would joke with me about when the Krauts were coming, but the unit always got ready after I had my dreams." " The man in California who said he was your friend said you saw me in a dream too. Was that true? What did you see." " They came to see me one night here, like they do sometimes, and they told me they had taken a man onto their ship, and did a test operation to make him into the woman you see in the mirror." "Test operation?" Alex asked " What did they mean by test operation?" " You are the first of others that will be changed. Many other men, who have the right age, the right mind and soul, and are healthy will be taken by them to become women, as you did." "Why, what is their plan?" " It's not their plan, they are only doing as they are told. It's about balance in the universe. Look up to the Sun, what do you see on the other side of it?" Alex looked up " It's impossible to even look at the sun, let alone see on the other side of it." " That's right" Sam said " On the other side, always on the other side but in the same orbital path, is a world just like ours with people just like us too, but they think differently than we do. They don't learn technology as fast as we do, but they learn their lessons in life that we never seem to. They are much more spiritual." "What does that have to do with me?" Alex asked The old Navajo looked in the distance and all was quiet except for the steady wind. " In the not too distant future, Man will go out into Space to explore. It won't be long before the other world is found. When that time comes, both worlds will have to be ready. We must advance our culture to meet our technology, and they need the means to learn the technology to meet ours, to keep both worlds in balance. The way to do that is to bring some of our children into their world, and some of theirs into ours, so that the balance of culture and technology will balance in the two worlds." "For some reason, in their world the men outnumber the women, so they need more women too make the numbers even. In our world, although women slightly outnumber the men, the numbers are very close now, almost even, and with the new drugs and medical procedures, plus fewer wars that kill men. More boys were always born because they died in the wars, for one thing. But the plan is to balance the numbers here by changing enough of the men into women to even the numbers, in a manner gradual enough not to cause a panic or for us to take countermeasures against it. They can now breed children from the new women by mixing the eggs from ours with the sperm from theirs, and the children will be raised on their world, and they will bring in the natural technology know-how from our side. They will have some of the children from their world introduced here, so that we can grow to meet our technology culturally and spiritually. Since they can't spare any of their women, and there arent enough here, you were made into a woman to bear the children for the balance. When you meet a man with the other world's blood, you will fall in love with him and have the children needed. Buy lots of pink baby clothes, because this world will need the women for their men, and the aliens fixed it so that you would have daughters." ____________________________________ Alex was barely aware of the road and the traffic as she took the drive across the interstate back to Los Angeles. She was lost in the amazing thoughts from the conversation she had with the old Navajo. As she drove along the 10 freeway from Cucamonga towards L.A. She thought of how man's technology had grown in mercurically in the 20th century, yet many of our thoughts and customs had not really changed that much since the Middle Ages. She thought of the other planet that paralleled the Earth's orbit, always at the opposite side of the sun, always out of our sight. She thought of Sam Wind, and how he could understand how a culture with advanced technology such as ours would pose a danger to one less advanced. Alex philosophied that whatever will be will be, but sometimes you got to make a few changes along the way. As she got closer to her home, She felt an inner peace, the last she would feel in months, unaware of a television show that had just aired, and a book that would be released in a few days. ____________________________________ Carl Barry waited just off the set, waiting for his turn to be interviewed on Larry King Live, an interview to promote his book which was climbing up the bestseller list. "Sightings" had given the book the initial boost, and the tour of the daytime talk circuit had brought him into the top 20 on the NY Times bestseller list. "Unsolved Mysteries" producers had contacted him for a segment on their show. His agent was in negotiations with Hollywood over the movie rights. Oliver Stone had become interested after the agent played a tape from an anonymous caller warning that the FBI was working on a cover-up and a campaign to discredit him. Barry didn't care though, because if the government took the time to discredit his story, the public would wonder what it was they were hiding. As the show finished, Barry left the CNN studio to celebrate his recent success, and ideas flashed through his mind on what his next project would be. He was in a cocky frame of mind and felt that this story would settle the question of "Are We Alone?". He was going to ride the wave of this story to the top, and if some toes were stepped on he really didn't give a shit. ____________________________________ A couple in their fifties watched the show from their home in Long Island with a mixture of pain and hope. George Dell went off the wall, and attempted to call the studios to castigate the writer for pissing on his son's grave. How dare that son-of-a-bitch try to make a buck off Alex's misfortune with some bullshit story about how some little green men from outer space had turned his boy into a woman! George had been frustrated that the police hadn't found Alex's body and that his murderer would get away with it. He just wished that his body would be found so that the Dell family could finally put it behind them. Maria Dell's reaction was quite different. She had been in consultation with a psychic in a little shop on Sunrise Highway, who had told her that she couldn't contact Alex's spirit because he was still alive. The psychic had told her that forces had changed him in a way that she wouldn't recognize, but that eventually events would take place in which she would be able to find Alex. The day after the show, Maria went to a bookstore and saw the book on display in the bestseller section, with the unmistakable image of her son on one side of the cover, and a beautiful woman on the other side who looked like she could have been the daughter that Maria had always wanted. She bought a copy, and read it when George wasn't around. About halfway through the book, Maria had become convinced enough to hire a detective agency to locate the woman on the cover of the book. ____________________________________ Charlie Greer was working late in his office in the FBI complex in Virginia, going through reports on terrorist groups that his department was monitoring. He was glad to be going back to this kind of work, something real he could understand and try to stop. Greer was a little annoyed that he had been pulled off this project to work on the Dell case. While it had made for some fascinating stories he could tell his closest associates, it wasn't going to be the feather in his cap that would take him to the top and become the first African-American Director of the FBI. That would make Ol' J. Edgar roll in his grave, Greer chuckled to himself. Greer was just finishing up his work for that night, but as he answered the phone his face turned sour as the caller told him to turn on the TV in his office to CNN. Anytime he got a call like that, he knew he would be in for a long night. ____________________________________ Bob Griffin watched the show and rushed to the nearest mall to buy the book that Carl Barry had hawked on the show. Griffin had talked to Barry a few times over the phone and met with him once regarding the case, but he had still believed at the time of the conversations with Barry that this was still a missing person's case. Griffin flipped through the pages of the book frantically, and when he found the passages naming him personally, he got a pit in his stomach. He knew that this would go all the way up to the LAPD chief, and as he tried to think of a defense in his mind, he knew that the Department had become extremely publicity shy in the wake of the Rodney King and OJ Simpson cases. Griffin spent a sleepless night knowing that he would be lucky if the Chief let him off with early retirement. ____________________________________ Mike Mendoza had expected the summons from his barracks captain after seeing the show. He knew what it was going to be about and knew that he would not be going on patrol tonight. He had been warned previously that any discussion of the Dell case would result in a suspension and a hearing for possible dismissal. As Mendoza turned in his badge and gun, he went home with an obsession to get to the bottom of this case, if for no other reason to clear his name. He had gotten to the point where he had little to lose. ____________________________________ One person who found his name mentioned in the book repeatedly felt not dread but exhilharation. David Krager had been one of the last people to have seen Alex Dell alive. Carl Barry had interviewed him extensively about Alex's private life, and as Alex's lover he knew that he would be enough of a player in the story to get exposure on the news and on talk shows. He knew that in this day and age of media saturation, he could parlay his 15 minutes of fame into offers for acting jobs. He jumped for joy when he found messages on his answering maching from talk show producers. His surfer boy looks and gay lifestyle added to the hype of the story and he was going to mine it for all it was worth. ____________________________________ Anthony Palumbo was fending off the calls from friends and associates in Hollywood about the Larry King interview with Carl Barry and the book. Alex had been his friend since college and he felt torn about the publicity it was generating. Alex's mother usually called him once a week to find out if he knew anything further about the case. After fielding a few calls from reporters, he got a call from a private detective who wanted to fly out the next day to find out if he could help Alex's mother to locate the woman that Alex had supposedly become. ____________________________________ Julie Levin had been enjoying dinner in Manhattan when she glanced at her beeper and saw the number from Virginia on the display. She went to her car to return the call from Charlie Greer that nearly melted the phone. Julie assured Greer that she had never discussed the case with anyone and that as far as she knew, nobody knew of her involvement. Charlie was annoyed that a hairdresser in Las Vegas had remembered Alex and Julie from their weekend together there and called the press about it. Greer reminded Julie that she had better stick with the cover story if she didn't want any future trouble with the IRS. Julie called her secretary to cancel all her appointments until further notice and made arrangements to fly to L.A. to help Alex through the weeks to come. ____________________________________ The subject of the Larry King interview and the bestselling book was in her condo trying to relax after a hectic day at her job as a bartender in a nightclub. She hoped that her joking manner with the patrons and her co-workers would convince them that it was just a coincidence that the woman on the cover of the book had the same name as her and looked exactly like her. Alex was hoping that this would pass and that she would be able to live some kind of normal life as a woman. She had taken an interest in a guitar player and lead singer in the band that played at the club named Eric. She had just detected a mutual interest from him and was trying to figure out a way to lure him into her bed. He had an easygoing manner in him that separated him from other men she encountered, and she noticed when he wore tight outfits on stage that he was well endowed. Alex spent her nights in bed fantasizing about a sensual relationship with a man as a woman for the first time. In the few porn videos she had made, she had only done some lesbian scenes and given a few blowjobs to the men in the tapes, she didn't want to lose her virginity as a woman that way, and talked the producers of the tapes into just letting her take a few facials instead. Alex had felt love at first sight with Eric and she hoped that he would be the one that would father the children that the old Indian prophet had predicted. Tears came to her eyes as she worried that if this book became a big deal that Eric would not want to fall in love with a woman who had not been born a woman, even if she was now fully genetically female in every conceivable way. ____________________________________ Carl Barry had just finished another interview on his book promotion tour, this time on the Howard Stern radio show in New York. He knew going in that the interview wasn't going to be serious, and he wasn't disappointed. Howard asked the usual questions about if Alex's breasts were real and if Alex was a homosexual as a man if she was a lesbian now. Howard pumped him with questions about where he could find her, and Barry knew Howard badly wanted to have her, wherever she was, on his show. Carl was now heading up 6th Avenue on his way to Times Square to do a promotion bit on "Geraldo", and his editor from the magazine had called him at his hotel to show his displeasure that as a respected news weekly they didn't want one of their reporters sullying their reputation with tabloid shows. Carl was beyond caring about that by now, and the Stern and Geraldo appearances would be more national exposure and add to the big money now pouring into his bank account. He had played loose with a few facts in his book to make it more sensational, and now he was beginning to make some claims on the talk show circuit that were outright lies. Barry had stopped caring about the truth too, because he knew that "responsible" journalists didn't usually become rich ones. ____________________________________ As Maria Dell boarded the plane at Kennedy Airport that would take her out to Los Angeles, she clutched a rosary in her purse and said a silent novena. It wasn't flying that was making her apprehensive, but the confusion she felt. She wanted desparately for Alex to be alive somewhere, but if her son was now a woman, how would the rest of the family react? Would they believe it was Alex if it was true? Nothing in any experience would prepare her for that. Her husband and two other sons didn't take it too well when the revelations came out in public that Alex had been gay. Would they think that Alex had faked his death so that his family wouldn't know he had a sex change operation and that this was all a clever cover? Maria's psychic had told her to go out to California and she would know the truth. Even though the church considered psychics to be unholy, she had the strange faith in both psychics and the Catholic Church that many Italian women had. She remembered that when she was pregnant with Alex, she had prayed that this one would be a girl. Funny how after 27 years here prayer might be answered. Maria thought that St Jude sure did have a strange sense of humor. ____________________________________ In the FBI offices in Virginia, Charlie Greer was not having a good day. In between denying any knowledge of the Dell case to the press, the Director of the FBI had called him on the carpet. Too many people had seen him out at the scene of the UFO landing and at the Highway Patrol and LAPD offices and leaks had gone out to the press that he was investigating the incident for the FBI. Now he had to get the US Attorney's office in L.A. to cooperate with him on a cover story. He had talked a mob informant into testifying that he had murdered Dell because the Mafia thought he had informed the Feds about instances in the movie he and Anthony Palumbo had written had actually happened. The US Attorney's office wasn't too happy to give a sweet immunity deal to a hitman for a murder that he didn't commit and never happened. The attorney and Charlie Greer staked their reputations and careers on the hope that they would get away with suborning perjury because no Congressman wanted to look silly by investigating a coverup of a UFO sex change operation. ____________________________________ Two police officers 100 miles apart were feeling the reprisals for their involvement with the case. In L.A. , Bob Griffin was advised by his superiors that if he still wanted a pension after 25 years on the force that he should announce his retirement effective immediately. In Barstow, Mike Mendoza got off relatively easier than he thought he would. The disciplinary hearing board had notified him that he was to be put on medical disability leave indefinately due to "Stress". Better than getting fired outright, Mendoza thought, but he knew he would probably never wear the uniform of a police officer again. The Medical leave decision was just to give him something left to lose in order to keep him quiet. ____________________________________ Sometimes in life bad days can have good results. An example would be to have your car break down and have it towed to a garage but while you're there waiting for repairs you meet the love of your life. Another would be to find out you really do have friends when calamity strikes. Things like that. Alex was having one of those bad days. Some patrons at the club she tended bar at recognized her picture from the book and the talk shows that Carl Barry had appeared on. It wasn't long before the press had gotten her address and phone number and despite her repeated denials of having anything to do with the story or that it ever happened, were beseiging her with calls and hanging out in front of here home to get an interview. Some even came into the club and were bothering her with mikes and cameras at the bar. At this point the patrons couldn't get anything to drink and the bouncers ordered them out of the bar. When closing time came, many reporters were still waiting outside near Alex's car. Alex was wondering how she was going to get by the wolves in the press when she heard the gentle voice offer her a ride home. Eric, the man she had fallen for at first sight, told her she could ride in the band's truck and that the loading of the equipment would give her the cover she needed. It also gave her the opportunity she had wanted to lure Eric to her bed. The wine had relaxed Alex enough for her to play her seduction game with Eric, who was more than willing to take the cue. As she looked in his eyes and moved closer to him on the couch, he reached behind her neck and pulled her to him and kissed her. Alex felt a surge of energy down her spine as she experienced her first kiss with a man as a woman. Her breasts swelled and she felt a warm wetness in her pussy even before he had touched her there. She moaned softly as she asked him to please spend the night with her. Alex lit some candles and put in some romantic music in the stereo as she prepared the bed for them. She watched Eric undress and the anticipation built as she stripped down to her panties and bra. She went over to Eric and the kissed as they passionately embraced, with Eric kissing her neck and shoulders as he pulled her straps from her shoulders and unhooked her bra. His hands slowly massaged her breasts and he teased the nipples until they stood like buttons. They slowly turned and fell onto the bed as Eric moved his mouth to Alex's nipples and ran his hand along her firm stomach. She ran her hands through his hair as she felt her nipples tingle under his warm wet mouth sucking on them. Eric pulled Alex's panties down and ran his fingers through her pubic hair before finding her clitoris and teasing it with his finger. Alex gasped and began bucking her hips up and down as she felt her inner walls quivering, and then a release of juices as she reached orgasm. When she came down after a minute she turned to get over him and kissed her way down his stomach as she fondled and tickled Eric's balls just where she knew a man wanted it most. She ran her toungue under the head of his cock where it met the shaft and watched the head grow a deeper red and get huge in size. She took a breath and slid the huge head of his dick between her lips and slowly filled her mouth with it. She started slowly up and down and picked up speed as she heard Eric starting to pant. As his hips started to buck she felt the first warm spurt of cum filling her mouth. She continued to pump him as her mouth overflowed with cum and what she couldn't swallow spilled out of her lips and down her chin in a long rivulet to her neck. Alex reached over for a towel to wipe herself clean and after some more foreplay Eric began kissing her inner thighs until she felt his toungue running up and down her pussy lips. He moved faster as Alex began swaying her hips she began to breathlessly beg Eric to fuck her. She slid her hips under him and guided his dick to her pussy and felt the first sensation losing her cherry. She felt him fill her inside as his dick squeezed into her, and built up to another orgasm which made his dick move faster and easier inside her. After another minute of ever faster thrusting, she felt Eric's cum jetting inside of her and was awed at the sensations she had never experienced before. Alex and Eric slowly came down from their sexual high and talked gently and made some small silly jokes with each other as they fell asleep in the bed. Alex fell asleep knowing for the first time in her life, as a man or woman, she had felt a surge of love she hoped would last forever. ____________________________________