"I swear to God, that brother of mine is the most worthless creature on this
planet!"

Lisa Thomas was about ready to toss a Ming Dynasty vase through the patio doors
when her roomate and business partner, Lynn Horton grabbed it from behind.

"Whoa, there!  What's gotten you pissed off enough to break a $15,000 antique?"

It took Lisa a few minutes to calm down and talk rationally, so Lynn replaced the
vase on it's pedestal and made them both a cup of tea.

"My brother Bob just called collect from a train station in France. He's broke
and wants me to send him money."   Her eyes flashed at the mention of her
brother's name.

"What?  Why does he need your money?  It's only been two years since you received
your inheritances.  He couldn't have blown $750,000 in that short a time!"

Two years previously Lisa and Bob's parents were killed by a drunk driver while
coming home from a charity function. As a result of their mother's real estate
business and father's successful medical practice they shared equally in a
substantial inheritance and insurance settlement.

"It seems that while I invested my money wisely in Dad's medical clinic and your
music management firm, my brother was getting laid and stoned while playing with
some rock band called `Doggy Style'!"

Bob's only skill, as least as far as Lisa could see, was an uncanny ability on
the electric guitar.

"What are you going to do?  Send him the cash, or turn him down and teach him a
lesson?"  Lynn refilled their teacups.

"Tell you the truth, I'd like to let him rot over there until he's desperate
enough to get a real job and earn his airfare home!  But I guess I'll send the
little shit a plane ticket.  If I sent him cash he'd probably just buy drugs with
it."

"Does he know about the new developments in your life?" Lynn asked hesitantly.

"Um,...no!  I haven't told him,"  Lisa giggled as Lynn handed her the refilled
cup.  "But he'll be in no position to make a stink.  He'll be under my roof,
living by my rules!"

There was a hint of triumph in her tone.

Lynn sat on the leather sofa and put her arm around Lisa.  Lisa snuggled down
into the cushions and purred contentedly.

"I can't wait to see your brother's reaction when he finds out his big sister is
a dyed in the wool lesbian!"

Both women had a long laugh, their hands on each others thigh, as the sun set
over the Pacific Ocean.  By the time the sky was dark, Lisa and Lynn were deep in
the throes of passionate lovemaking.

*  *  *  *

It had been six weeks since Bob's reluctant return from Europe, and much to
Lisa's disappointment he hadn't changed his ways in the slightest.

His demand for a new car was turned down, as was his insistance that Lisa give
him drug money.  Most nights he'd disappear with his scummy musician friends,
only to be found by Lisa and Lynn passed out on the sofa the next morning.  This
was one such morning.

"Look at him!  Drunk and drugged out of his mind."

Lisa was at her wits end over what to do with him.

"Yeah, and he threw up on the Persian rug, too!"  Lynn said as she gingerly
lifted the soiled carpet and carried it to the kitchen.

"I've had it with him.  When he comes to, he either straightens up and flies
right, or he's out of here on his ass!"

Lisa spun on her heels, slammed the front door and took off in her Corvette. 
Lynn knew that Lisa was off on one of her `therapeutic' drives.  She said driving
fast helped her relax.

Lynn went back into her office where she was finishing up some business for an
all girl band she managed called `The Vixens'.  She was sure they could be big
stars with the right guitar player, but so far she hadn't found one.  She'd just
gotten off the phone with the increasingly neurotic bandleader when she heard the
tv in the living room.

"I see you've finally awakened from your stupor.  What was it this time, Bob? 
Cocaine?   Maybe some grass and Jack Daniels?"

Bob could barely focus his eyes, but he knew right away that it was Lynn.  He
hated the condescending way she spoke to him.  He also hated her for turning his
sister into a dyke.

"Shut up and get me some black coffee.!"  he growled.

Lynn considered telling him off, but instead just stood about 10 feet from him,
smirking and shaking her head.

"You know, Bob, it's too bad you're so lazy and doped up all the time. Lisa could
use some help around the house, and I might be able to pay you a few bucks to run
some errands."

Lynn watched him wrinkle his nose and curl his lip at her suggestion, and once
again was struck by how good looking Bob Thomas was.

About 6' tall and broad shouldered, his dark brown hair and blue eyes perfectly
complemented his ruggedly chiseled features.  Sure, he had a three day beard and
a few extra pounds around his middle, but all things considered, Lynn could see
why he was able to get just about any girl into his bed.

"Isn't that coffee ready yet?"

"I'm not your goddamned servant.  In fact, if I say so, Lisa will toss your
arrogant butt in the street, so don't fuck with me!"

Lynn could no longer suppress her anger.  Bob reminded her of the man she married
when she was just 15.  It only lasted 2 years, but they were years of beatings,
humiliation and low self-esteem.  She resolved to never let any man push her
around again.

She'd just turned to re-enter her office when Bob grabbed her from behind and
squeezed her ass!

"Hey!  Why you son of a...!

"I just wanted to see if a dyke's ass felt the same as a real woman's. I bet if
you let me fuck you, you'd never go back to my sister,"  he leered, mere inches
from her face.

"If you don't let me go this instant, I'll...Oh!"

"Damn, your pussy feels just like a real girl's too.  C'mon, you lezzie bitch! 
What's my sister got that I can't give you?"

Bob's hand was halfway down Lynn's cotton blouse when he heard the door slam.

"Let her go you bastard, or I swear, brother or not, I'll knock your balls off!"

Lisa stood there in her 3" heel black leather boots and motorcycle jacket, eyes
ablaze and hair windblown, holding the heaviest looking poker Bob had ever seen!

"Listen sis, calm down.  I was just being friendly.  That's what you wanted,
isn't it?"  Bob turned on the charm in an effort to escape from this situation
with his anatomy intact.

"No!  You listen!  This is the last straw.  Pack your crap, and I mean
everything, and get your worthless ass out of here today...NOW!"

Lisa waved the poker as she ranted, and Bob just prayed it didn't come down on
his head.

"Where will I go?  At least give me some money!"

Lisa and Lynn stood arm in arm before the sofa, both glaring.

"You get nothing!  If I ever see you again, you'll regret the day you were born. 
We want you gone by 5:00!"

Lynn watched as Bob and two of his dirtbag friends packed his musical equipment
and clothes into their van.  Lisa joined her.  As they loaded the last box Bob
whispered something to one of his friends, and they both laughed out loud.

"I still wish you'd let me fuck you, Lynn.  A woman can never be a real woman
until she's been fucked by a man like me!"

Before anything else could be said, the van disappeared down the drive, the smell
of burning rubber in the air.

"Well, that's the last we'll see of him." Lynn said.

"For his sake, it better be!"  replied Lisa.

It was well after midnight, and Lisa and Lynn were wrapped snugly in their
waterbed listening to a rare southern California rainfall, when they were both
awakened by a loud crash from downstairs.

"Maybe a branch broke a window?"  Lynn offered half-heartedly.

"Well babe, I just heard that branch fart!  You get the Mace, and I'll get the
Taser."

The two women tip-toed down the stairs until they could see a shadowy figure in
the kitchen.

"Shhh...we'll wait here at the foot of the stairs,"  Lisa whispered, "and when he
comes out, you spray him with the Mace, and I'll zap him!"

No sooner had she finished than the intruder came around the corner carrying what
looked like a knife in his hands!

"Whoosh!"  went the can of Mace, scoring a direct hit on the prowler's unseen
face, followed by the manic `click, click, click' of the Taser shooting it's
50,000 volt charge into the man's midsection!

"Aargh!"  he screamed, before he fell to the floor in convulsions from the
electrical shock.

Lynn immediately turned on a lamp while Lisa stood over the culprit, ready to zap
him again.

"BOB!"  Lynn said.

"You thieving asshole!  Why did you come back?" Lisa screamed.

"I don't think he'll be in any condition to answer you for a while."

Lynn was right.  He lay there on the Persian rug, a quivering mass of jello, eyes
rapidly swelling shut from the Mace, and his muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"Pweez...uh..uh.., don her meee, uh...uh...!"  he said.

The two women tied his hands and feet together and dragged him onto the hardwood
floor where he was gagged and tied to an antique iron stove Lisa had just bought.

"That ought to hold him until morning.  I'll decide then whether or not to have
him arrested for burglary and assault with a deadly weapon!"

Lisa looked at the knife on the floor, along with the salami, cheese, bread and
beer he'd obviously been intending to eat.  She put the food back in the
refrigerator, but left the knife right where it fell -- with Bob's fingerprints
all over it!


BOB'S AWAKENING

I don't know how long I lay there all trussed up on the hardwood floor.  The next
thing I knew, sunlight was streaming onto my face, and the smell of fresh brewed
coffee filled the air.

I tried changing positions, which was nearly impossible considering the way they
had tied my wrists and ankles.  I also tried to call for help, but the gag
permitted little more than a gutteral, animal-like noise.

I heard the familiar `clack, clack, clack' of women's high heeled shoes on the
floor, and then my field of vision was filled with a pair of black spike-heeled
pumps.  They were so close that I could smell the leather.

"Is our big bad burglar awake?"

I recognized Lisa's voice immediately and tried to make eye contact, but my
restraints didn't permit it.

"Mmmph...rrmph...grggl...!"

"I'll take that as a yes.  If I remove your gag, do you promise to behave
yourself?"  she asked condescendingly.

The thought of giving her the satisfaction of an affirmative answer galled me to
no end, but my need for freedom outweighed my pride and anger.  I nodded.

Lynn and Lisa sat imperiously above me on the sofa, their coffee cups in hand,
while I related the events which led to my return the night before.

"After I left here, me and the guys drove to Malibu and had a few drinks at a
bar.  We met these chicks, and they invited us to their place on the beach.  On
the way there, we stopped at a 7-11 to get some beer, and the next thing I know,
one of my buddies pulls a gun and tells the clerk to empty the register!"

"My brother, the future convict!"  Lisa crowed.

It pissed me off that she actually looked pleased at the possibility that I might
go to jail!

"That's not all, sis.  The clerk reached into the drawer and came out with a huge
wad of bills in his right hand, which my buddy reached for immediately.  Then I
saw the .44 Magnum in the clerks other hand! Fifteen seconds later both the clerk
and my buddy were dying on the floor, and I was running down the highway as fast
as my feet would carry me."

Lisa went to the telephone while Lynn kept a close watch on me.  She dialed the
police, and I held my breath as my beloved sister spoke.  I was relieved, and a
little surprised when she hung up a few minutes later without having turned me
in.

She'd spoken to an ex-girlfriend who worked as a police dispatcher. The good news
was that the clerk wasn't dead, just badly wounded.  The bad news was that my
buddy was dead, and the clerk was certain that he could identify the other
robber!  In fact, the police already had a composite drawing and were releasing
it to the newspapers and television stations!

"You really did it this time, Bob.  According to state law, if anybody dies as a
result of a crime, even one of the perpetrators, his accomplice is responsible. 
You'll be charged with armed robbery and murder!"

Lynn knelt down beside me, her full breasts near my face.

"This is the closest you'll get to a woman for a long time.  But I'm sure you'll
be very popular at San Quentin!"

"You can't turn me in!  I'm your own flesh and blood!  Just give me some money,
and you'll never see me again."  I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.

"No way I'm going to be an accessory to murder."  Lisa shot back as she picked up
the phone.  Lynn continued to sit beside me on the floor, the smell of her
perfume taunting me.  She seemed to be deep in thought.

"I'm begging you, sis!  You know what'll happen in prison.  I'll do anything you
want.  Just don't turn me in!"

I babbled like a baby, ashamed at being reduced to begging for my freedom.

"Maybe there's another option."  Lynn said.

"You can't mean you want to help this lizard!"

"Maybe there's a way he can not only be punished, but also be useful to us,
without turning him over to the police."

I couldn't believe Lynn was on my side.  Especially since my near rape of her the
day before.

"Yes, yes.  Anything you want!  I promise I'll..."

"Shut up Bob,"  Lisa growled.  "What do you mean he could be useful to us?" she
asked Lynn.

For the next fifteen minutes they conferred in hushed tones near the fireplace. 
I could only make out a word here and there, and I remember Lisa laughing a
couple times.  Finally they broke up their huddle and returned.

"Here's the deal, Bob.  Either you agree to cooperate with us, without question,
or I call the cops right now and turn you in for robbery, murder, attempted
murder, breaking and entering and attempted assault!"

Lisa stood there, arms crossed and hip cocked to one side.  Her shiny black
leather pumps just inches from my face.  In the background I could see Lynn with
her hand on the telephone.

As I weighed my limited options, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"  Lisa asked sweetly.

"Los Angeles Police Department, ma'am.  May we ask you a few questions?" came the
no nonsense reply.

"Sure.  Just let us throw some clothes on."

I'm sure Lisa could smell my fear.

"What'll it be, little brother?  Accept our terms, or become the `Sweetheart of
Cellblock D'?"

"Whatever you say, sis.  Just don't turn me in!"

Quicker than I could say `free at last', Lynn had me stuffed into a lingerie
filled trunk at the back of her closet.  I could barely make out bits and pieces
of their conversation with the cops:

"He tried to break in last night..."

"A warrant for his arrest..."

"My brother has friends in Europe..."

"If I ever see or hear from him again, I assure you I'll call immediately!"

After what seemed like and hour in that hot, stuffy, feminine box, Lynn and Lisa
returned.

"I think they believed me when I said you might have gone back to Europe.  But
they'll be looking around here for you anyway.  Bob Thomas has got to disappear!"

"You got it, sis!  Just give me some dough and..."

"Be quiet unless you're spoken to!" Lynn said.

"You misunderstand, little brother.  We have a deal.  You belong to us now. 
You're not going anywhere.  But Bob Thomas is still going to disappear!"

The next two days were a whirlwind of confusing (at least to me) activities,
during which I was kept naked except for one of Lynn's pink terrycloth bathrobes,
which barely (HA!) covered my ass.  They burned the only clothes I had, and took
all of my identification.

Lisa spent a great deal of time on the phone with someone at our father's medical
clinic, and also her lawyer, while Lynn spent an equal amount of time talking to
someone named Tasha.

For my part, I realized that losing my stuff was better than a jail cell, so I
just watched tv and drank beer.  In fact, I'd just finished one that Lisa
cheerfully served me when I began to get drowsy.

"Enjoying your beer?" Lynn asked.

I nodded, wondering why my hands were going numb.

"I hope so, because it's the last one you'll be having for a long, long time."

With that ominous statement ringing in my ears, I realized she had drugged me!

"Wha's goin' awn, Lee...saaa?"  I slurred as the paralysis spread quickly to my
throat, arms and legs.

"It's time for Bob Thomas to make good his escape from the law. Although, you
won't be escaping justice,"  Lynn said as she rolled first my legs, then my torso
up in a large Persian rug.

"Don't worry dear, I promise that when we're through the police will never catch
you."

Lisa said this as my numb body was lifted off the sofa by two beefy Latino men
that appeared out of nowhere!  I tried to scream out a protest, but whatever
they'd given me left me completely motionless and speechless.

"Curare, little brother.  That's what I put in your beer.  Just enough to make
you manageable for Hector and Felipe.  I discovered that for a hot meal and $100,
there was very little they won't do!"

I was carried to the garage and tossed roughly into the back of an old pickup
truck filled with rags, cardboard and aluminum cans.   As the two men covered me
with this refuse, Lisa and Lynn came into my field of vision, both smiling.  My
terror was out of control at this point, and the syringe Lisa held did nothing to
allay my fears.

"We're not going to kill you.  After all, we're family!  We've just found a way
to make you more useful, and at the same time protect ourselves for having hid
you from the police."

With that, she stuck the needle deep into my exposed right shoulder.

I heard the doors to the truck slam shut, and the antiquated engine sputter to
life.

"Senora, where are we taking this hombre?" I heard one of the men say as
consciousness slipped away.

"Take Pacific Coast Highway north until you reach Malibu Canyon Road. Turn right
and drive until you see a sign that says `The Thomas Clinic and Medical Lab'.  Go
to the rear loading dock, someone will meet you."

Lisa returned just as I was sinking into the blackness completely.

"When you wake up, we'll both be there, and you'll be safe from the police.  See
you soon, little brother!"

I remember the cool night air hitting my face as the garage door opened and we
drove out into the black night.

I vaguely remember thinking:  "Maybe I should have turned myself in!"

Time lost all meaning for me.  I was having weird dreams about being in a
hospital.  Nurses would come and inject something into me, and then leave.  A
doctor would lean over me, look down my throat, and then he too would leave. 
Sometimes I would come to as I was being wheeled somewhere on a cart, only to
drift off again, amidst a roomful of green-clad figures.

Finally, after I don't know how long, the periods of consciousness began to
outlast those of oblivion.  Each time a nurse entered my room I tried to call
out, but for some reason I couldn't utter a sound.  I tried to wave, but found
that I was restrained.  What had happened to me?

I considered the possibility that the two men from Lisa's house had beaten me
badly, or that there'd been some sort of accident and I was paralyzed.  It also
occurred to me that I might be in police custody!

One day, Lisa and Lynn walked through the door to my room, accompanied by the
same doctor I'd seen in my dreams.

"How's our little patient today, hmm?"  the doctor chirped.

Everybody was smiling as they waited for my response.

"Aargh...grrlf...,"  I said.  Even I wasn't sure what I meant.

"Oh my, I forgot to remove the laryngeal inhibitor," the doctor said as he
reached for a long, strange looking device.

I tried to shrink from him, but had nowhere to go, as he stuck what seemed like
his arm and a golf club down my throat!

"This was inserted in order to immobilize the patient's vocal cords during the
healing process." he explained to Lisa and Lynn as he withdrew from my throat.

"Now that the sutures are dissolved, we can try our new technique for voice
enhancement."

The doctor spoke as though I wasn't even in the room.  I felt like a guinea pig! 
Before I could speak, he grabbed a small instrument that looked like a jewelers
tool and stuck his hand down my throat once again.

"The patient's larynx has been downsized considerably, resulting in a complete
loss of what is called the Adam's apple.  We then attached a very small
prosthetic device called a... well, the name is difficult even for me to
pronounce, but we attached it to the patient's vocal cords."

Lisa and Lynn looked at me like it was a petting zoo, while the doctor continued
his medical show and tell.

He touched something down inside my neck, and then I actually felt the tool he
held lock into place!

"This device will help throat cancer victims regain a pleasant and normal
sounding voice."

I felt him turn his hand ever so slightly, resulting in a mild pain in my throat.

"Alright now, say: `Good Morning Dr. Leonard.'"

"Goo...morging...dokker Lenner"  I croaked, my voice little more than a good
impression of a cement mixer.  I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the thought
I might have lost the power of speech forever.

"Why does she sound like that?"  Lisa asked, as I wondered who the 'she' was.

"It's expected.  The larynx is so much smaller now, it's incapable of speech in
the patient's former vocal range.  Let me make another adjustment."

This went on for almost a half hour before I was actually able to form complete
words.  To my dismay, my voice kept getting higher and higher with each
adjustment.

"Say: 'Thank you.  I'd love to dance.'"  he prompted me, as Lisa and Lynn smirked
in the background.

I repeated the stupid line and realized that my voice was almost as high as
Lisa's!

"Wait a minute!  What the fuck's goin' on here?"  I asked as forcefully as my new
voice would allow.  "Why are you making me sound like a girl....mmmph...aargh?!"

I nearly choked as Dr. Leonard shoved his gloved hand back down my throat.

"Such nasty language.  You shouldn't speak so loudly so soon. We're not through
yet."

The doctor turned to my sister and asked her if she was satisfied with the voice
adjustment.  To my horror, she shook her head, and then conferred with Lynn in
the corner.  Meanwhile, the doctor seemed to be checking bandages on my nose and
ears,  as well as doing something to my scalp.

"Dr. Leonard, we've decided that we don't ever want to hear that type of pushy,
forceful outburst from Barbie again.  Can something be done to ensure that?"

"Yes, but the patient may never be taken seriously in a boardroom or business
environment.  Such an adjustment would leave her with the voice of
a,...well...bimbo."

He looked at me, almost as if he felt my helplessness.  In a strange way, I
sensed he was powerless too.  And who was this `Barbie' Lisa mentioned?

"Perfect!  The boardroom is the last place our little patient will be," Lynn
laughed.  "More likely the bedroom!"

I felt the doctor make one final turn, much longer than any of the others, and I
felt my throat tighten from within, like a rubber band being stretched to it's
limit.

He withdrew his hand, but quickly re-inserted it.  This time he held what looked
like a long spray gun, and I felt him squirt something down my throat.

"This is a combination anesthetic and surgical adhesive.  Over the next few hours
it will paralyze the vocal cords, while the adhesive assures the current
adjustments are permanent!"

The doctor left the room, leaving me with my sister and Lynn.

Permanent!

I'd have the voice of a bimbo permanently!

Lynn left me no time to absorb this development, because she sat on the edge of
my bed and took my restrained hand in hers.

"We realize you must be upset, Barbie.  Oh yes, that's now legally your name. 
You're Barbie Ann Dahl.  Get it?  Barbie DOLL!"

She and Lisa couldn't control their laughter over my new name.

"According to your new birth certificate, You were born in Phoenix, Arizona to
Joseph and Betsy Dahl.  I happen to know that your mother gave you that name
because her favorite toy was a Barbie Doll.   Now pay attention, because you'll
need to memorize these details."

Lisa filled a paper cup with some water and held my head while I sipped it.  I
swore to myself that I'd bide my time, figure out a way back to my life, and then
kick the living shit out of both of them.!

Lynn just droned on about this manufactured life they'd set up for me. I didn't
listen, because I had no intention of living as girl.  Then, just as I thought
she'd finished, she dropped a bombshell.

"One last detail, Barbie dear.  According to your birth certificate, your were
born on the same day as Lisa's missing brother Bob, the 27th of March.  That
should be easy to remember.  Of course, the year is different, since he's so much
older than you."

My eyes widened and filled with tears.  What did she mean?  Somehow, in spite of
the anesthetic paralyzing my throat, I managed to squeak out a very weak, very
high pitched:

"What...year...does...it...say...I...was...born....?"

"Why, everybody knows when they were born, silly girl.   It's written right here
- March 27th, 1976!


Two Weeks Later

The mirror had become my enemy.  It was a constant reminder of my loss of
identity.  I'd put off going to the bathroom as long as possible just to avoid
seeing the reflection above the toilet.

Part of me still refused to accept the fact that the strange image was mine. 
Each day the comfort of that denial faded like an old pair of bluejeans.

I still saw the same broad chest and shoulders as before, only now they were
completely hairless, but then, so was the rest of me!  One morning two orderlies
took me to a room where I was covered with a cool blue gel, and then wires were
attached to my toes, fingers, ears and scalp.  I was then placed into a shallow
water filled tub, where I floated for 30 minutes while a mild charge of some kind
coursed through my body.  That was 8 days ago, and I haven't been able to find a
hair on me since.

My bald head gave me some small satisfaction, because it seemed to emphasize my
manhood.  At least it did as long as I didn't look down at the rest of my face.

My formerly strong, Mel Gibson-ish nose was replaced with a silly little nothing
of a  Melanie Griffith-ish nose!  It made me look pinched and out of proportion,
and more than a little sissyfied.

My new ears were likewise much smaller than before, and closer to my head.  My
formerly single pierced right ear had been augmented with 4 more holes in each
ear!  And in place of my small silver stud now hung three gold hoops, a black
onyx heart-shaped stud and a diamond earring.  I'd tried to remove them, but was
told by Lynn that surgical glue made that impossible.

Any thought of escape was futile, once I realized that not only were the windows
sealed shut, but I was on the 6th floor.  The one time I attempted to slip out of
my room and get to an elevator, I was caught by a heavyset female nurse, who much
to my surprise, easily subdued me until the orderlies returned me to my bed.

"Good morning, Barbie!  How are we today?"  the man I'd come to know as Dr.
Markley asked.

I gave him my usual  silent, glaring response.  I still couldn't stand the sound
of my new voice.

"Come, come now.  We must have a good attitude.  You don't want your sister to
have me use our special way of making you speak again, do you?"

He was right.  I definitely didn't want that.  The last time I refused to speak I
was given a strange drug that caused me to babble on senselessly until I my
throat was sore and hoarse and I fainted from exhaustion.

"Alright, you win.  I'm speaking, are you happy now?"  My answer was dripping
with sarcasm.  Unfortunately, with this new voice of mine, sarcasm came out
sounding like little more than childish petulance.

Lisa and Lynn entered, followed by a woman in a white lab coat.  Her features
were strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that draped her shoulders and
caressed her large, firm tits.  She was about 5'6", and perfectly proportioned. 
From her narrow waist down to her shapely legs, this woman was an eyeful.

"Meet Dr. Renee Sanders, from the clinic's bio-genetic research team." Lynn said
as she sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Sanders has been working on something brand
new that she thinks will ensure your safety from prosecution."

As Lynn spoke, the woman in the lab coat was setting several bottles on a table
beside my bed.

"Recent advances in genetic engineering have allowed us to greatly expand our
knowledge of exactly how living things develop certain characteristics."

In spite of her beauty and allure, I found Dr. Sanders droning, monotone voice
annoying.

"For instance, last month we injected a mouse with a hybrid 'genetic cocktail'
made with mutated and enhanced cells from a common house cat.  As of this
morning, the mouse had gained 4 pounds and is meowing like a lion."

She lifted one of the bottles and inserted a long hypodermic needle into it.  I
was watching her so closely, that I never felt Lisa and Lynn strap my arms to the
bed.

"Hey...why are you doing that?  Let me go!"

"Hush now, Barbie.  We don't want a scene."  Lisa said as they quickly secured my
legs also.

"We think we've discovered a way to synthesize the DNA code of humans, modify it,
and re-generate it in another host body."

As she spoke,  Dr. Sanders swabbed my arm with a cotton ball, and I watched
helplessly as she slipped the needle into my soft white flesh. I watched as the
pale yellow, viscous solution drained into me, and I wondered what it was
designed to do exactly.

"How long before we see some results?"  Lynn asked impatiently.

"About a week,"  Dr. Sanders answered.

"What kind of results do you mean?"  I asked meekly, beads of sweat beginning to
run down my forehead.

My tormentresses, Lisa and Lynn,  looked at each other conspiratorially as Dr.
Sanders wrote on the chart hanging at the foot of my bed while answering

"As we speak, the genetic information contained in the injection is moving
through your system heading for your cerebral hemispheres, pituitary gland, and
prostate.  It will attach to the appropriate cells and chromosomes and modify
them to match the encoding on the new genetic data."

She smugly clicked her pen and replaced the chart.

"What the fuck does that mean in english?"  I wailed.

I did not get a straight answer from anybody that day, but over the next week the
effects of Dr. Sanders 'genetic cocktail' became as clear to me as the pert
upturned nose on my face.

My hair began to grow back, but only on my head and crotch.  It started the very
next morning as a soft fuzziness, and by nightfall my formerly bald skull was
covered with thick, wavy hair that nearly touched the bottom of my neck.  And it
was a vivid honey blonde!  By the second day, Lisa had  to show me how to pull it
back off my face with a barrette in order to keep it out of my eyes.

My eyebrows grew back that first day too, but nothing like they were before. 
Instead of my dark bushy ones, I found I now had well groomed, highly arched
brows, just a tad darker than the mane of hair that had taken over my head.

The crotch hair didn't materialize quite as quickly, but there were certainly
other things going on down there.

My balls first began to ache the second day, and by noon on the third day after
the injection it felt as though somebody were kicking me in the crotch every 10
minutes!  I begged the nurses for some pain medication, but they just smiled and
left me alone.

It felt as though my testicles were trying to shrink back into my gut, and sure
enough, by the end of day four, they had reduced in size by at least 75%!  They
now looked less like the masculine organs of a grown man and more like the
pre-pubescent balls of a 10 year old boy.

At the same time, my beloved cock dwindled away to almost nothing. It now barely
peeked out from a triangular forest of newly grown blond pubic hair.  It was no
longer long or supple enough for me to grab onto, and I was relegated to sitting
down to pee, just like a woman!

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their
demented handiwork.  I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I
now was.

"I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!"  exclaimed Lisa as I stood
motionless and nude before them.

"Yes, we're quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,"  answered
Dr. Sanders.  "Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient's chart?"

Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,
throbbing rocket into the very pretty and buxom young nurse, but now I bowed my
head shyly as she responded.

"Patient Barbie Ann Dahl, admitted 6 weeks ago exhibiting the physical
characteristics of a fully grown male adult 24 years of age. At the time of
admittance, the patient stood 6'0" tall and weighed 190 lbs. Patient's body was
covered extensively with coarse black hair, and the genitals were measured as
being somewhat...er..., large.  The penis was 6" in it's flaccid state, and 12"
erect."

I listened wordlessly as the details of my debasement were enumerated while Lisa
and Lynn just smirked.

"The patient now exhibits the physical characteristics of a considerably
under-androgenized male in the early teen years.  Height is now 5'2" and the
patient's weight is currently 110 lbs.  Body hair has been all but eliminated,
except of course in the cranial area and genital vicinity.  The penis now is just
1" long in the flaccid state, and incapable of erection, and the testes have
withdrawn to an undescended position and reside within the lower abdomen."

I couldn't help myself any longer, and the tears began to flow freely over my
lost virility.

"There, there Barbie, don't cry,"  Lynn said sneeringly.  "We promised that the
police would never catch you.  They're not looking for an underdeveloped,
sissified teenager, now are they?!"

"I hate you all for doing this to me!  You've ruined my life!"  I screamed with
my high soprano voice.

The nurse gave me a shot to calm me down, then she and Dr. Sanders left me alone
with Lynn and my sister.

"Look here, Barbie.  All is not lost.  If you like, Lynn and I can arrange it so
that you can resume your musical career, and be more successful than ever
before."  Lisa said gently as I sank dejectedly back into the bed.  It was the
nicest she'd been to me since I came home from Europe.

"Really?"  I asked,  hopeful that they'd finally tired of fucking with my mind
and would return me to normal.

"Definitely!  Furthermore, we promise that you'll not only make a lot of money,
but you'll have all the groupies you can handle!"  Lynn added.

My mind was beginning to get a little fuzzy from the tranquilizer as I considered
what they were saying.

"But won't the police arrest me?"  I muttered, as my eyelids grew ever more
weighty.

"You let us handle that problem.  What do you say?"  Lisa shot back, her face
just inches from mine.  "This is your last chance to return to the life of a rock
'n roll guitar player."

By now,  I knew better than to trust these two bitches,  but the injection had
lowered my ability to reason and resist.  Besides, if they were being straight
with me, I didn't want to blow my last chance at a life filled with groupies!

"What's in it for you two?"  I slurred as best I could.

"You hire Lynn as your manager and agree to pay a reasonable sum for her
services.  And I get the pleasure of finally seeing my younger sibling amount to
something!"  Lisa responded quickly as she place a manila folder filled with
documents in my small, smooth lap.

By now, I was so desperate to escape from my sexless, childlike condition that I
agreed to their offer.  Lisa immediately put a pen in my soft limp fingers and
began guiding it across several of the documents in the folder.  I was far too
doped-up to read what I was signing, and I may have even dozed off once or twice.

"There, dear.  That's the last item that needed your signature!"  Lisa chirped
happily as Dr. Sanders and the nurse re-entered the room.  I felt my hip being
swabbed with alchohol, and then the sharp stab of a hypo.  I was just a hair this
side of unconscious, but I was deliriously happy.  That injection could only mean
one thing:  I was on my way back to manhood and freedom!

"This phase should only take about 24 hours."  I heard Dr. Sanders say from a
million miles away.

"Good!  Because the band starts recording their first album in just ten days." 
Lynn replied.

"We can start her accelerated re-education almost immediately," Dr. Sanders said
as the nurse hung an I.V. drip beside the bed.  "Through a combination of
subliminal tapes, psychotropic drugs and hypnosis she should be acclimated to her
new personality within the week."

"Wha...,  new pers...?!"  I mumbled as the light rapidly turned to gray.

"That's great doctor,"  Lisa shot back, ignoring my feeble attempt at a question.
 "But I want to make one minor adjustment in that phase of her conversion."

There was more black than gray now, and I couldn't quite make out what the four
women were saying.

"I...learned...my...lesson...Lisa...."  I whispered as the black consumed me.

*  *  *  *

The crowd was still cheering wildly, lighters held aloft, as the band rushed from
the stage to the waiting limousines.  In just a year, The Vixens had gone from
obscurity to being the hottest heavy metal band in the country.

Their debut album, 'Hot To Trot', had gone double platinum, and following a stint
as the opening act for Guns N' Roses, they were now on their own 50 city, six
month tour.

Their pictures had been on the cover of every rock magazine in America, and
inside the lockers of nearly every heterosexual teenage boy.  Their popularity
was due not only to the hard driving music, but to the fact that they were quite
possibly the four most stunningly beautiful, sexy girls you could find in one
place at the same time!

Kelly, the tall singer and leader of the band had jet black spiky hair, a
gorgeous body with long dancer's legs, and a voice as powerful as a jackhammer.

Misty, was also taller than average, but a redhead.  The bass player, she loved
using her height and domineering personality to intimidate the guys in the front
row.  She would stand tantalizingly close to them, her hands stroking the neck of
her instrument like a big musical cock, her legs pumping in time to the music. 
Then, just when she thought they were ready to shoot their wads, she put her high
heeled boot in their face and made them lick it.  The crowd would go nuts!

Maya was the drummer, and a former Miss Botswana.  She used her powerful black
legs to kick out the kind of beat you could feel in your kidneys as she sat
imperiously above the stage behind her drumset.  Her finely chiseled face and
full sensuous lips looked regal in the spotlight, as did her muscular arms and
large breasts.

But the most popular member of The Vixens was their dazzlingly gorgeous guitar
player.  Unlike the other girls, she was a petite little thing who needed to
stand on a special platform when photos were taken in order to be seen!  Her
flowing mane of platinum blonde hair always looked as though she'd just finished
being fucked by a tiger, and it framed her heart shaped face and long neck
perfectly, hanging almost to her ass.

In concert, she always appeared to be shy and avoided the spotlight, but the guys
in the lighting crew had specific instructions to the contrary.  Her every
movement was highlighted, and elicited catcalls and wolf whistles from the mostly
drunken crowd of male groupies.  In spite of herself, she found that she rolled
her hips every time she hit a power chord, and frequently puckered her ripe pouty
lips and licked them, simultaneously winking at a guy she'd pick out of the
throng.

She never wore more on stage than necessary, and this particular night was no
exception.  A black underwire demi-bra lifted and pushed her 36D titties into
view beneath the black leather bolero jacket she wore.  Her bare midriff showed
off the 22" waistline she worked to maintain, and the ultra short red leather
miniskirt did the same for her 35" hips and pillow like ass.  Black fishnet
stockings held up by a bright blue garter belt added to the tarty look that she
was becoming known for, as did the neon blue ankle boots with the 5" heels.

Every time she played one of her technically flawless, visually erotic guitar
solos, she would fall to her knees at the fron of the stage and appear to
masterbate herself and the guitar at the same time!  Often, she would culminate
her solo by sticking her fingers beneath her tiny skirt, then remove them and
lick them seductively!  Her large smoky eyes seemed to possess a combination of
passionate abandon and sheer terror.

The boys loved this mixture of wanton slut and frightened rabbit.

As the limo pulled to the curb at their hotel, each girl exited, leaving only the
guitar player and the band's manager behind.

"You did very, very good tonight.  Although I want you to show off your tits more
at the next show,"  the manager said as the girl stared out the window at the
crush of fans holding up signs and things to autograph.  "Are you listening to
me, Barbie?"

She turned in the seat and stared at the older looking classily dressed woman.

"Yes ma'am, I hear you,"  she purred in that sexy little voice that Arsenio Hall
had found so funny when they were on his show last week. Ever since the day she'd
signed those documents in the hospital, she'd been incapable of addressing Lynn
as anything other than 'Ma'am' or 'Miss Horton'.

The car door opened and her foster mother Lisa got in beside her.

"I hear the show went great tonight.  That's wonderful, because there's somebody
special up in the hotel who wants to talk to our little superstar about branching
out on her own!"  Lisa had her hand on Barbie's fishnet clad thigh as she brushed
a stray hair off her ex-brother's thrusting left boob.

"Solo?  But I don't want to go solo.  I hate being seen like this by so many
people."  Barbie whined as she felt a shiver of excitement pass between her legs
as Lisa continued to caress her bosom.

"But he's talking about television, movies, product endorsements. Millions of
dollars."  Lynn interjected, her mind already calculating hers and Lisa's profit
margin.

"What do I care?  I never see any of my money anyway.  You promised me that I'd
be a rich rock star?"  the tearful sexpot whimpered.

"You are a rock star.  And if it wasn't for that contract you signed giving Lynn
50% of your income as your personal manager, and another 40% as your business
manager, you would be rich!  And thanks to the legal papers you signed making me
your guardian and foster mother, I'm the one who decided to donate the remaining
10% of your income to the Thomas Center for Substance Abuse Research!"  Lisa
responded scoldingly.

"When are you and Miss Horton going to let me go back to my old life again?"  the
poor little transformee begged, her large nipples poking through her flimsy top.

Lynn and Lisa looked at each other as though amused by something Barbie had said.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid she's had another episode of what Dr. Sanders called
'periodic selective memory'."  Lynn said impatiently.

"That must be it.  The doctor warned us that it might occur every now and then
over the first year."  Lisa answered.

"Periodic...what do you mean?"  Barbie asked, still distressed by her new
inability to understand or use words containing more than 3 syllables.

"Don't you remember, dear.  You can never go back to who you were. Not since Dr.
Sanders genetic formula turned your little pee-pee and tiny balls into a nice,
moist pussy and fertile ovaries!"

The car door opened and the flabbergasted beauty was helped to her high heeled
feet.

Barbie remembered now.  She would never be anything but what she was. A sexy
little rock 'n roll tramp with a body to die for, and a pussy to fill.  Her
sister's revenge had been completed the day she awoke from that last injection to
find herself trapped in the body of a teenage sexbomb!  What's more, while she
was unconscious, they had messed with her mind somehow, so that every time she
was around a crowd of people, particularly men, she felt compelled to act like a
horny little cockteaser.

She minced over to the crowd of male groupies waiting behind the red barrier, her
hands lifting up her tits for all to see, an involuntary smile spreading across
her face.

"Hi, guys!  Do you like what you see?"  she cooed in her little girl voice.

The fans erupted into a cacaphony of cheers and whistles, and one guy carrying a
sign that read: 'Barbie's Buddies' broke through the line and grabbed her around
her tiny waist.  Before anyone could react, he'd buried his face in her deep
cleavage and began groping her ass!

Lynn and Lisa were used to this kind of reaction to their creation, and they just
stood back while the police held off the rest of the mob.

"Well, well, there big boy!,"  Barbie giggled.  "I guess you want to be my Ken
doll!"

Inside, Barbie wanted to puke as she put her feminine hand to his crotch, and in
full view of everybody, began to masterbate him through his jeans!

"GO BARBIE!  GO BARBIE!  GO BARBIE!"  the crowd chanted.  Finally, the awestruck
boy let out a howl of orgasmic delight, and gave Barbie a long, deep French kiss.

Before he could walk away though, Barbie unzipped his pants, stuck two fingers
inside his shorts until she felt them covered with his cum, and then withdrew
them and sexily and rapturously licked them dry!

"Bye now guys!  I've got to go and get my beauty sleep!"  she yelled as she
walked, hip swingingly into the hotel. The elevator doors closed on the trio of
women,  Barbie once again demurely silent away from the crowd.  As the floors
zipped by,  Barbie hoped that she was done being humiliated for the night, and
could just retire to her suite for a good night's sleep and further exploration
of her tingling new pussy.

"Now, it's important that you show this big shot how much you appreciate his
interest in your career."  Lynn cautioned as the elevator doors opened on the
28th floor.

"This isn't the floor my suite is on!"  Barbie complained as the two women pushed
her into the hallway.

"Of course it's not.  But Mr. Big's suite is # 2869.  I hear those last two
numbers are among his favorites!"  Lisa laughed as she winked knowingly at
Barbie.

"We'll see you for breakfast in the morning,"  they said in unison as the
elevator doors slid shut.

Barbie hadn't taken more than 5 nervous steps when a door opened and she was
facing a muscular Italian man dressed only in a pair of red nylon underwear.

"Hello!  You must be Barbie Dahl!  I'd recognize those jugs anywhere. Hey, I love
your band!  Do you wanna fuck?  I hear you have an uncanny ability to know what a
man likes!"

"If you only knew the truth?"  Barbie thought to herself as she fell to her knees
and put her lips to the bulge facing her!

THE END



The Revenge of Barbara Ann Dahl, The continuation of  a story by Edward Gaye.  By
Hacker A. Prime



Time: December 23, 1998 10:00 (EST) Location: Wembley Stadium (London, England)
Tunnel 3


After finishing another intense performance "The Vixxens" are making there way to
their Dressing Rooms.  Barbie Dahl taps Her Manager near the entrance away from
her dressing room and all of the roadies.


" I need be in Paris tomorrow, and I don't care how!" Barbie said in a hushed yet
high-pitched voice.

" Impossible the Vixxens are doing 2 shows in Berlin tomorrow." Lynn said
forcefully and added with a hint of superiority, "and you will be there because
Lisa and I say so because we own you." Barbie infuriated tried to hold back, she
knew it was true. After everything she had been through she knew that was true.
Lynn continued mockingly " Anyway what the fuck are you going to do there, fall
in LOVE!" Barbie snapped, and in her rage went to grab her by her neck and a
stunned Lynn was pinned to the cynderblock wall. She attacked her so hard that
all 5 of Barbie's finger's were embedded in the wall , down to the last knuckle.
With her hand at Lynn's neck and her now undivided attention and with a voice
that sounded more like her forgotten self only more stained and forceful leaned
into Lynn's  ear and , "FUCK YOU, FUCK THE BAND, FUCK THE FANS, and most
importantly FUCK LISA. I'm going to Paris." She smiled, took Lynn's purse, and
kissed her goodbye and left the stadium in her performance clothes.


Barbie went through Lynn's  purse and got her passport and all the money she had 
and hailed a Taxi. "Hetrow Airport please and hurry." as she got in and gave the
man a wink. The cabby only looked at her unable to speak. "A raging hard-on could
do that to a 35 year-old guy" she thought as she got in the taxi with Lynn
yelling in vain to get the cabby to stop. Suffice it to say she was at Hetrow
Airport, boarding a plane for Paris by 10:30 PM.


Lynn after failing to stop the Taxi, called Lisa up immediately. Panting and
wheezing she blurted out, "Lisa, Barbie has escaped, she's headed to Paris." Lisa
was stunned into silence, but what came next nearly gave her a heart attack. Lynn
had calmed down and continued, " It gets worse she's starting to remember who she
is and is becoming more aggressive and nearly killed me!"


" THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE", was the last thing Lynn heard out of Lisa that night. Lisa
had passed out. Lynn proceeded to cancel the 2 shows in Berlin Lynn was giving
the same PR bullshit that she gave when the other girls had become troublesome,
never thinking this would happen.

DATE: December 24, 1998 Location: Paris, France TIME: 3:00 AM


Barbie was thrashing in the bed  the nightmares were getting worse. The dreams
were getting more vivid and real and ran in her mind the same way.  The Dream
started out in front of the Arque de Triumphe, and her eyes focus on a woman. She
was about 25 from looking at her; black hair, long legs, perfect everything, and
green eyes. She remembered looking into those eyes trying to recall the dream for
the doctors. They looked like caged lightning only it was green and electric. 
She would never forget what they looked like because she felt drawn to them.


Everything afterwards was a blur, but she remembers seeing her on a bed, nude and
asleep, also in various outfits. The dream ends the same way each time a French
Christmas special is on TV, a clock on the wall read 2:00 PM and the TV was
interrupted by a news bulletin, she didn't hear what they said but the image was
all too clear. The mystery woman was in an accident near the Arque de Triumphe
and had cuts all over her face and neck. She remembers being there and the watch
on the wrist read 2:30. All she sees then is her broken body and feels great
sadness, then she flashes again she is looking down toward a was in the apartment
where she saw the naked woman. The sink was full of cold water, she felt the
tears fall from her eyes and the sadness from before as she splashed herself with
it. Another flash and she was at the at the center of the Arque again with a
dozen roses and she drops to her knees crying, then slowly gets up and walks away
leaving the flowers behind. Then she flashes to the bathroom again closes her
eyes, with a sink full of ice cold water. The splash numbs her but then when she
opens her eyes she see the reflection of a young man. Then the next thing she
knows she is screaming and once again herself.



The Doctors said that maybe finding out that my adopted mother was a lesbian did
this to me. She had these dreams before and went to Lisa's clinic for help but
they ran test on her and said that they would pass in time. "What a load of
Shit." she thought remembering everything the doctors said. She woke in a cold
sweat, she then remembered where she was and calmed down.  A knock on the door
came as the man next door heard her. She excused herself and apologized. She knew
that all she had to do was look for the man she saw and the would get the answers
she needed.





DATE: December 23, 1998 PLACE: Lisa Thomas' Mansion TIME: 11:59 PM


Lisa recovered from the news and tried to get to sleep, she was worried, for her
lover and for her investment. Then she heard a voice it took her a second to
realize what and where it came from.


A woman's voice came in from the phone that was connected to the gate. The voice
was soft a demure and had a slight English accent. The voice kept coming ,"Miss
Thomas, Are you there? Hello Miss Thomas , Miss Lisa Thomas Are You -".

Lisa dazed asked who was at the gate and got no reply. Lisa yelled into the
phone, "Who is this and what the fuck do you want from me at midnight?"

The voice answered this time, "I am sorry for interrupting your sleep, it is very
important that I see you immediately.

Lisa now growing more confused and angry at the same time asked bitterly, "Why
should I ?"

The voice said with a hint of pride and mockery, " I am Bill Thomas' Wife." With
that Lisa opened the gates to her mansion. Lisa dressed as quickly as she could
and ran to the door and waited to greet the disembodied voice that claimed to be
her brother/Barbie's Wife.


When she came into the door she completely awestruck, the woman was beautiful.
She was very young, she wagered early thirties; her face had no blemishes or
imperfections of any kind and had soft features and small lips.  She wore a black
silk dress with matching pearl earrings and necklace, a pair of thin white
gloves, and a hat with a large brim.. The woman appeared to be  refined, elegant,
and intelligent; yet she had married her brother? She entered with a man who was
wearing very casual clothes and didn't speak. She knew she was in for a long
night, and excused herself to make coffee for her new guests.


Lisa brought coffee for her guest and sat down in a den she had made, small cozy
and very comfortable. She turned on the fireplace and sat down. The young woman
began to talk very sheepishly, " As I have told you I am your brother's wife. My
name is Mrs. Catherine Thomas. I wish I could have met you under better
circumstances but I need to find out if your brother has contacted you in
anyway?"


Lisa was still curious about the stranger and still angry about her lack of sleep
she answered, "Yes, it was about a year ago and he called me from a drunken
stupor, he wanted money for a plane ticket home." Stopping to sip her coffee she
was planning her cross-examination, knowing how much of an asshole he was he
probably got her pregnant and forced her to marry him. "I sent him the ticket and
he came, a week later I kicked him out."


Catherine sipped as the brim of her hat concealed most of her face, then spoke
more aggressively.  " Do you know where he is now, it is very important that we
find him. " Lisa shrugged and heard a sob from Catherine. " Your brother was a
special man. He loved me more than life itself and risked his life for me and now
I have lost him."  She cried into the shoulder of the man sitting next to her who
comforted her as best he could.


Lisa waited for her to stop crying to begin to ask her questions but Catherine
didn't stop and Lisa offered them lodging for the night. Catherine accepted and
Lisa showed her and The man she was with to the guest Quarters.


The room was a "small" bedroom with a King size four post bed, a small desk, a
full length mirror, and a private bathroom. The man spoke in a very hushed tone
to Lisa as she was leaving the room to finally get some sleep, " Where exactly
will I be sleeping ?" She looked at him funny and realized that he wasn't a
replacement for her brother and got a cot from the closet. "Feel free to use the
phone or the computer, I won't mind. Maybe we can continue in the morning." He
hoped so to and sat at the desk.


Lisa went back to her room and sat at her computer and soon she was seeing what
he was doing. He wrote a message to someone named Protieus. There were only two
lines, " Please send 100 of Tiger's medicine to 222 Baker St." and " Send
H.U.N.T. to US, N.disruption b 26, All av. ag. should be brought.".  She
recognized the address instantly as the address of Sherlock Holmes and thought
nothing of it The rest seemed a blur she thought the first part  made sense but
the rest didn't. After the message was sent the computer was turned off and Lisa
turned her TV on and saw and heard them with hidden cameras in that room.
Catherine had finally stopped crying and began to talk but went to the bathroom
to gain composure.


"John, we have to find him soon, I will die without him." came from the bathroom
and she was on the bed and under the covers. "Relax Cat, he can't be far he
wasn't much of a roamer and he will be doing everything to find you," then almost
mumbling to himself, "if he survives." She heard him and began crying again. She
looked at him and got horny, almost 2 years without a man could do that to a
girl. She wanted to be faithful, but she had needs and she saw him lying on the
cot and walked toward him. She spoke in an inquisitive tone, "John, do you find
me attractive? I think you are very handsome and just what I need at the moment."
She proceeded to grab his cock through his pants and jerked it off making him
hard. She unzipped his fly and push his underwear down to reveal it. It was big
but not as big as Bill's. He thought it was a dream, then when she started
sucking it he woke up.


"Catherine stop this. I know your horny, but take your medicine. I am not going
to cheat on my wife." He spoke but she didn't hear him. She was possessed by her
desires and her rational mind was in another time and place. At that moment her
entire existence was concentrated on John's cock. He slowly pulled out a small
gun and fired it. A tranquilizer dart was in her arm and she fell asleep quickly.
He laid her down on the bed and tied her up to insure she wouldn't try again. Now
he was hard and horny.  Had Jacked off for a couple of minutes and wiped the cum
on the bottom of the cot and went to sleep.  Lisa didn't have the strength left
in her to watch but called Lynn and told her to invite the band to her place for
Christmas and find Barbie and get her home.


DATE: December 24,1998 LOCATION: Arque de Triumphe (Paris, France) TIME: 8:00PM


Barbie was freezing her ass off and needed to have a coffee or something warm.
She had looked upon the sea of people for 16 straight hours without seeing the
man from her nightmares. She felt bad and bought a dozen roses and dropped them
in the Center of the Arque. She went to a phone and called Lisa and told her she
was coming home. Lisa felt relieved and wired her the money to Charter a plane.
Barbie knew something was odd in the tone of her voice. At the Airport, she ran
in to Lynn who grabbed her by the ear and put her in the Concord, the plane took
them to the US in under 3 hours. For that entire time neither spoke and Barbie
reclined on Chair to sleep and for once the nightmare didn't come back, and fell
into a deep sleep.  Lynn looked over and saw her with contempt and hatred, She
held a gun loaded with miniature tranquilizer darts in case she acted up again..
She knew something happened and felt confident that another round of
psychological dissection would "cure" her.


Now it was 11:00 PM, Lynn got in her car and drove like mad. The 2 hour drive
from New York City to Upstate New York normally takes 2 hours, but with no
traffic and Lynn's driving ability they made it by 11:30 PM. She ran out of the
car and right to her room, she didn't see the band and ran right past Lisa. The
door slammed, locked and then silence.


Lisa told Lynn to get her downstairs, Lynn refused and told her about the wall in
tunnel 3.  They then agreed that finesse, not brute force was the key.  There was
a knock on the door and Lisa came in. "What happened in Paris that made you need
to go so much? What was worth all the legal problems you have cost us?" Lisa
asked with a motherly tone. Barbie laughed and said nothing. Lisa then told her
she had someone she wanted to meet and wanted her changed and ready by midnight.
Barbie having remembered it was Christmas agreed quietly.


By the time Barbie was downstairs she met Catherine. She didn't look at her but
then Catherine wanted to see face when she looked up and saw Catherine she let a
blood-curdling scream passed out and the clock struck midnight to celebrate
Christmas Day.


She woke up in her room having wondered if it was a dream. That was quickly
answered when the band's drummer, Maya, came into her room pulled a chair near
her bed and tried to comfort her.  Maya and Barbie were close because of their
similar past and joint future. Both were from broken homes and needed the band to
survive as their livelihood. Barbie said everything was fine and that she wanted
to talk to Catherine alone. Maya hesitated but then agreed. Catherine went in and
sat on the chair apologizing for scaring her.  Barbie then began to tell her
about her nightmares and how she looked exactly like the woman in the accident
and then proceed to tell her about the mirror and the man she saw.  Catherine
took out a picture of Bill and handed to Barbie, she passed out again. Catherine
didn't leave, although her outfit had changed she had the same gloves on as the
night before and now proceed to take them off she cradled the young girl's head
and a green glow come from her hands. Catherine looked into Barbie's mind and saw
everything that happened and how the man she loved had become this 18 year old
girl.


She let the girl go and left the room, John was outside. He saw the look in her
eyes and knew that all hell was about to break loose.  He used his cell phone to
call someone screaming, " Everyone to Tiger's current position, I authorize the
use of Non-lethal weapons." Catherine waved her hand and everyone but Lynn and
Lisa fell asleep. Both of them looked at the other and then back at Catherine who
was now floating in the air and looked really pissed off.


"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO BILL ?" was the first question. They couldn't speak,
they just stared. She picked up on this. She floated down grabbed both of them,
Dragged them from the dining room to Barbie's room by their hair and set them
down. "Why?"


Lisa spoke nearly pissing her pants in the process, " He committed a crime and
was an asshole. He needed to be taught a lesson and pay for his crime."


C*: "What crime?"

L*:  "Armed Robbery and murder."

C:  " He was programmed not to kill anyone"

L:  "What do you mean programmed?"

C:  "That is a long story, for now I am taking Barbie and returning her er.. um
.. him to the lab to be cured."

L: "She is going nowhere without an explanation why."

C: "Very well, then. In the beginning of 1994 we met while he was on the road
with his band. He came up to me and wanted sex. I said NO, and walked away. He
kept trying and I said No every time. Then he met me outside the club and
apologized for being such a piece of shit and gave me a rose. I took it and went
home, he kept trying to get me to go on a date, I kept saying No because I
thought he was a worthless Shit. When he came to my door and asked me to go out
in a Tuxedo. I agreed, he wasn't the asshole I thought him to be. In the limo, He
whispered and played with my ear. He said things of love and admiration that made
my heart flutter. When the limo Stopped we were in front of a dress shop. I was
puzzled and he looked into my eyes and said ' A goddess like you shouldn't wear
sweats.' I suddenly remembered I was in sweats. We went in and he bought me the
dress I wore the night I came to your house the first night. We went to the World
Trade Center. The building was closed but he motioned to the guard and were let
in. They took the elevator to the top. and went to the roof. A candlelight dinner
was waiting.  All through the dinner he didn't eat. He stared into my eyes and I
stared back. We fell in love and got married the next day."


L: " So What !?."

C: "Let me finish. We had our honeymoon in Paris, it was beautiful. We felt like
we owned the city. He took me to the most beautiful meadow. We kissed and began
to make love, I pushed him away and told him I had AIDS. He looked in my eyes and
told me it didn't matter, The kissing began and we fucked like wild animals for
days, as he took my virginity. After the honeymoon I met your parents, they were
thrilled that we had settled down. Our fathers are both doctors but mine did
research rather than treat people. When he met Bill there were some moments I
thought I would be cast out, but it worked out. In 1995, I was tested for AIDS
and came up negative, 35 test concluded I was healthy. Same with Bill, Then my
father found out why. Bill was different from most men, his semen had a chemical
others lacked, it seemed apparent that was what cured me. We ran so many tests it
hurt. Finally, we got funding from the United states and the CDC. The chemical in
his semen was easily produced but by itself it didn't cure anything, when
combined with vaginal fluids it could cure AIDS.. My father tried to get Bill to
make love to other women with AIDS, to see if it was a fluke or not, but he
couldn't.  He wouldn't even get aroused if I wasn't touching him. That is when I
had a brain-storm. If I messed with his memories so that I died before we made
love, maybe he would fuck other women. I had it set so I died in Paris on
Christmas eve. Please put the tranquilizer gun back Ms. Horton." Shooting her an
evil glance Lynn dropped the gun on the floor and she continued. " We realized
that he needed to be the womanizing man he was when I first met him. So that is
how it was. He was stupid, undereducated and spoiled by rich parents. It worked
in the lab he was curing hundreds of women by fucking them. The first was John's
wife Diane, her's was and advanced case. She was going to die within a month.
Bill Cured her in less than a day. But seeing him fucking women day in and day
out made me horny as hell. I only fucked him in that condition once and I hated
it. I am constantly taking medication to stop  me from needing sex so much. Some
how he escaped our lab and ended up in Paris. When we told the Government that we
had a cure for women with AIDS would die if he wasn't found soon, they gave us
the full cooperation in helping us find him.  We did and set up a more elaborate
field test, we faked the death of your parents and implanted the story. We
expected him to be with you for a week, get kicked out and be fucking away while
we kept a close tab on the who he fucked. "


L: "You know I never thought he would amount to anything. By the Way, what were
you going to do advertise in Woman's Day; Big Fucking Idiot whose cum cures AIDS,
$500.00 per mount."


C: "No, we were almost done and he would be changed back into the man I loved.
Then someone tried to kill him. You remember the band people that helped him move
from your house, they were CIA operatives and mercenaries. They were protecting
and monitoring your brother. He was headed to your father's lab when the car
broke down. They went into the Store, the clerk pulled out a gun and fired at
Bill, the CIA guy took the shot for Bill and fired back.. Bill didn't see this
because he was going to buy Beer. We covered it up to make  it look like a
robbery. Your brother not knowing what was going on ran back to your house.
Before we could send agents there he was gone. He disappeared without a trace.  I
have spent the last year and a half looking for him."


L: "Sorry to screw everything up. You said my parents aren't dead prove it, and I
might change her back," Lisa was now in disbelief, her parents aren't dead, her
brother wasn't an asshole and she had the cure for AIDS right in front of her.


" Very Well." Catherine picked up the phone from John's sleeping hand. She dialed
a number and talked. "Protieus, Tiger here with Little John. Target Secured.
Problem exists, tell Project Leader and his wife to come now. Meet me at current
position in 10 minutes. Cancel Little John's last order." She closed the phone
and looked at her. Then lighting a cigarette, she took a drag and let it calm her
down. " How did you do it, changing Bill to That thing ? "


L: " Simple,  we changed his genetic code on all of the main organs. His Brain,
had been reprogrammed by psychosis and drugs. It was gratifying to see his big
prick shrink to nothing and- --"


C: "WHAT?"



L: "Yeah, you thought this was a gag, no he is all woman now. Right down to the
tight pussy. Me and Lynn are lesbians., if you want we'll teach you about licking
and sucking pussy to please your husband. You should start liking pussy because
he is gone and ain't coming back." The sound of Catherine's hand slapping her was
all she heard. The doorbell rang and she smiled and said " Your parents are here.
Why don't you let them in?" Catherine dragged them down the stairs and opened the
door. Lisa began to cry.



"What's the problem Tiger ?", Lisa's mother saw her alive and this scared the
shit out of her.



"Bill is no longer himself, get him to your lab I will radio Protieus. What the
fuck goes on in your clinic doctor because you won't recognize him." She noticed
that Lisa was crying, Lynn was unconscious from the shock and Project Leader was
silent. Then he said, "Lets get my son out of here, I need a moment with Lisa.
Alone if Possible."


Barbie, Catherine and Lisa's mom left in a hurry. "I know you must be wondering
why I have not gone the way of the dodo. Well, my son was a walking cure for
AIDS. That meant that every pharmaceutical company would love to know how he does
it and then kill him off. We didn't tell you because Bill is a low-grade psion, a
psion is someone with great telepathic and telekinetic ability. When he met
Catherine his abilities grew. If you knew, he would sense this and everything
would be ruined. Why the fuck do you think we use all of these code words. I know
you went to our funeral and mourned for us. I know you cared for us. And how much
you hated Bill, but a major reason Bill was an asshole to you was he sensed that
you hated him. Would you be caring to someone that hates you. Catherine as you
found out tonight is the most powerful psion on Earth. She can do things no one
ever expected. But that is all in the past, future and present. I was curious how
do you think justice was served by turning him into that fucking Girl."


She looked up coldly looking into his eyes, " He nearly raped my lover, we were
under the impression that he would be sent to prison and that if something
drastic was not done he would die a junkie in the streets like a nobody." She
passed out as Catherine willed her to sleep.

DATE: December 25, 1998 LOCATION: Proteus Labs (Orbital Station Alpha) TIME:
7:00PM


"With the information we have from the Transformation kept by Doctor Sanders, we
can reverse the physical damage over time but the psychological damage and the
layering of reprogramming done by us and your daughter. It is impossible to say
if even Catherine would be able to clear up that mess." Doctor Thulu spoke with a
voice that was fairly deep and befitted a man of his figure, short and stocky.


John rubbed her shoulders lovingly, "Catherine I know you love him, we all did
and if I could take his place so you and Bill would be happy I would in a
heartbeat but you can't last forever cleaning up this mess. Let me end his
suffering."  He cocked the barrel of his Walther PPK and pointed it at Bill. " He
cured my wife suffering from AIDS and now I should stop his suffering and let him
rest in peace. All you have to do is say the word."


Catherine pushed his arm down slowly and shook her head. She saw Bill like this
and was torn, Barbie was vibrant, young, full of energy doing what she loved.
Then there is Bill the man she married, loved and needed, she couldn't deny that
she had been celibate for years and the drugs she took to reduce her needs were
starting to fail.  Barbie had awakened an met her/his real mother and father and
was developing a migraine after Catherine explained it all to him/her.


"We can remove the voice modifier if Bill wishes." the doctor was ready to atone
for the misery he put his daughter through to get this far. Barbie needed to know
about her past and thought that would be a good start. Lisa and Lynn were waking
up now and found that although they had not been gagged or tied up physically,
they had difficulty speaking and moving. This was another of Catherine's
abilities. "Barbie, Lisa and Lynn, please come with me so I can remove all the
programming from Barbie's brain." Barbie got up and Lisa and Lynn were being
dragged on the floor by Catherine's powers. The four of them were led down a
passageway to a room. The room was dark. "Bed Light, please" was Catherine only
remark as the door closed behind them and a spotlight shone brightly above the
bed. Catherine motioned Barbie to the bed with an outstretched, but gloved hand.



Catherine had removed all of her clothes as well, except for her gloves, and
Barbie's clothes as well. Barbie was helped into the Lotus position with
Catherine Behind her. Lisa and Lynn felt a pang of jealousy as they saw
Catherine's perfect body. With her ample breasts whose nipples were already hard
and taught, they were beginning to get wet. Catherine knew this and tightened the
bonds that held them so they couldn't help but be horny. She wanted them to feel
the way they kept her for almost 2 years. By now Barbie had entered a state of
calmness, with Catherine's help. Lisa and Lynn were now a captive audience and
watched with fascination as Catherine removed her gloves and placed her fingers
on Barbie's head and closed her eyes. A green glow came from Catherine's hands as
she probed Barbie's mind. Catherine saw what Barbie saw, and how Lisa and Lynn
had used her and taken everything she/he deserved.  How she had been programmed
to get horny in front of men and fuck whom she was told afterwards. Catherine had
removed the first layer of brainwashing by 9:00 PM since it was the personality
enhancements that were Barbie's personality, She made sure to be gentle as Bill
would have to remember everything. After she finished the first layer, she went
toward the Couple and kicked Lynn in the face a couple of times and broke her
nose. Lisa looked at her in fear as she wore a devilish smile and walked to the
bed.   Barbie was unconscious, healing from the treatment she looked angelic and
peaceful. Catherine knew this wouldn't last. She left the room and came back with
a hypodermic needle. She had injected something into Barbie and left crying. When
she came back she slept besides her husband and told the room to turn off the
light.


Lisa woke up first, still immobilized she made her way to the door. she found
that the farther away she got the more the bonds were loosened. She made here way
through the maze of passages to a door that said "Operations Room" she opened it
and found out there was no escape. She looked at the masses of people at consoles
and how they had ignored her entrance.  Dr. Thulu saw her, and motioned her to
him and said,  "We were hoping you wouldn't find out where you were but now we'll
have to wipe this from your memory. So there is no knowledge of our existence.
for now there is no need to worry, we have already called your house and told the
band that Lynn and yourself had an emergency and that they should enjoy
themselves."



She had forgotten about them and was relieved to know that they had been taken
care of. "Where exactly am I?" was her only response.


The doctor began to explain with a happy tone, "That requires some explaining.
You are on one of the 4 orbiting space stations that are controlled by the
world's most powerful governments.  We monitor the earth and are the last line of
defense,  how do you think we were able to utterly crush Saddam Husein in the
Gulf War. We took out half of his Jets before they left the ground. Here there is
no infection, and a cross-section of the finest the Earth has to offer plus a
complete record of all the works of humanity. In Station Gamma, there is all the
great works of art.  The museums are just clever fakes and modern art is a joke.
Sorry I'm ranting. We have more advanced technology than Earth and employ it
here. Fusion generators, artificial gravity and inertial dampeners were all
perfected here in the 1950's. Einstein helped us come up with a good Unified
Field theory in the 30's. Anyway we are the one that guard the Earth from itself
and should Armageddon come we are the one's who will repopulate the Earth. You
couldn't leave even if you wanted because all of the shuttles require access
codes and the Experimental transporter still is a year or so from human trials. 
How is my Son er.. Daughter in law?"


"She is fine I guess but my friend needs medical attention, your daughter lost
her temper and injured her badly."


"Very well, I'll tell Cat to send her to Med-Scan for an evaluation. You are
going to be here a while so I'll get you a room for you and your friend." The
doctor said with a change in tone, he continued in a darker voice, " I feel sorry
for you, dragged into this. Cat is done with your friend. When she turns her
vengeance to you, Only Bill will be able to stop her.  Pray Bill is a merciful
man." Lisa felt fear for the first time and now realized she was completely at
their mercy, at her vengeful brother's mercy.  She cold see the irony and
chuckled.


A woman came to her and showed her to her room and told her to wait while she got
her friend. She got Lynn and brought her to the room, completely healed. Lisa and
Lynn talked about what was going on and decided to beg for their lives. When they
got to Catherine's room they were shocked, Catherine was on top of Barbie who was
wearing a strap-on dildo. "FUCK ME HARDER!!" She screamed as she had an orgasm.
Barbie was grunting and heaving as she spoke in a bimboish voice," I'm Gonna
Cummmmm" and passed out.  Catherine collapsed on him and removed herself from the
dildo.  Hoots and Catcalls came from Lynn and Lisa as they found it hilarious
that Barbie fucked her with a dildo.  She smiled and took a bow then proceeded to
inject something into him again and touched a panel on the wall and told Doctor
Thulu to prep Bill for surgery.  She then looked at the pair still laughing from
the sight.  " Your probably wondering why I did that. Well if you must know, I
programmed him to remember everything and change back after he came inside me. I
had a problem when you took away his dick so I substituted the strap-on. I made
him think the dildo was the dick and he thought he came inside me. We are going
to remove the voice box from his throat and make him the man I love again."


"You should keep him like this, once you fuck a woman you will never go back!"
Lisa blurted still laughing while Lynn added, "All guys are assholes, but all the
guys she has fucked say she has the best pussy in the world." Catherine punched
Lynn in the nose breaking it, again.

DATE: December 30, 1998 LOCATION: Protieus Labs (Orbital Station Alpha) TIME:
11:30 AM


Bill slowly opened his eyes and found his parents, John  and Catherine standing
around the bed. He was weak but could speak in a voice that sounded more like his
own. " Hello " His speaking was labored and painful motioned towards a laptop on
the desk. John got it and he put it in Bill's lap. He typed rather than spoke to
save his strength. "My love did we find the cure?" was the first thing he typed
as he looked at her eyes.


Almost ready to cry she said ,"Yes we did."

"Then this ordeal is finally over." He typed as she grabbed his head and cried as
the others just watched.

He managed to comfort her and separate her so he could look her in the eye and
ask what was wrong. He looked her in the eye and saw his reflection as a woman.
Then everything came back, hitting him like a train and he said with tears in his
eyes, "I want to see Lisa and her friend, NOW!"  Catherine was going to stop him,
but then she knew nothing would stop him and she silently did what she was told.
She and John both left to get them. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas sat there silently until
Mr. Thomas said, "Son, I know I can't possibly feel what your feeling but the
doctors can reverse it with time Just rest and it will be over soon."


" How long is Soon, a year, two years, a decade! I want to be with her. I want to
hold her and kiss her and fuck her. But NOT like this. Not as  this sex-toy
girl." As Bill started to Laugh, he felt the pain in his throat, and his crotch.
He had already begun the treatments to reverse him and he just laughed. He was
near the point of hysteria when John and Catherine had returned with their
prisoners.  The pain from the operation couldn't let him talk but He typed the
following message so Catherine could read it. "Hello Lynn and Lisa. How ironic, a
week ago I would have done anything you said but now I have you by the "balls",
so to speak. Now, the tables are turned and you and my sister are going to listen
and listen good."


Lisa and Lynn just sat there eyes agape as he had shaved his head and was
becoming more masculine everyday. Catherine continued, "First, your combined
wealth will be transferred to my name and my wife will control the fate of the
band while Dad returns to running the Lab. Second, you saw fit to fuck with my
DNA so now I am returning the favor. Since it take only 2 or 3 weeks to change
someone's sex and a while to change back. Lisa is going to be my wife's sex slave
but since she wants cock you will just have to become a man. If you think you
won't do it, your wrong. You programmed me to get horny in front of the masses I
will return the favor by making you horny at the site of my wife. Third, Lynn you
loved it when I was on that hospital bed under incredible pain and agony as my
body changed so Catherine will arrange it so you too can feel my sister's pain,
giving me pain killers so long ago would have spoiled you fun so I want to see
you writhe in pain. And last but not least you kept my wife from having an orgasm
with me for nearly 2 years.  You will feel the same, no matter how much you fuck
the horniness won't go away and will just take over your mind until you will do
anything to come. That is the full lengths of my revenge, if you have anything to
say, say it now and we will start the paper work."


"Yes, I have something to say. You are an asshole, you will always be an asshole
and I will be better than you because I have more money than you, I have more
smarts than you, and Mom and Dad won't let you do this. Also, you wife wasn't the
saint you think she is. I have her fucking John on tape. " She said indignantly
as she spitted on his bald head. Bill looked at John as he shook his head.


He laughed just like before," Is that so, well I have some bad news for you. You
are wrong on all 3 counts.  I have 2.5 Billion dollars under my name, with
Catherine's strength I got 3 Masters Degrees from Oxford in the 2 years we were
together, and Mom and Dad didn't stop you so they won't stop me!" He just smiled
back at her as she had snapped and attacked her brother.


Catherine smiled and said to Lynn, "Any last words?" Lynn slapped Catherine and
she replied, "Guess Not, Have fun for the next two weeks." As she escorted the
two women she laughed and thought of all the evil things that revenge would
bring. She got a call from Bill as she got back to her room with the signed
documents. " That was fun, now we can torture them as they had tortured me. I
regret to inform you that I won't really change her into a man but you will make
sure they feel lots of pain. You can do whatever you want with my sister until I
get better but after the fake transformation Lynn will be better off running the
band. I know we need a new guitar player and I have an answer to that one. Come
to my room to discuss it."



She ran to his room and was extremely happy that he took this well. She saw him
and fainted, he was his old height, and everything seemed to be cured and from
the look of him he was REAL happy to see her, as his enormous penis was a foot in
front of him. When Catherine came to, she was naked and on his bed he was eating
her out and she was extremely wet. She gasped as his tongue found her clit and
teased it slowly. "Oh, please Bill make me cum fast. I need it now and I want you
to take me in every possible way afterwards. But I need to cum NOW!"  He beat her
clit senseless with his tongue and as a finally sucked on it and she was gone, as
the orgasm hit her.  She was able to think clearly after the waves of pleasure
subsided. "How did this happen," Panting to catch her breath, " How can you be
healed so fast? "


" Remember when my abilities first appeared, You said that a psion can do many
things. You just have to think hard enough. I love you more than anything. When I
saw you crying I willed myself to turn back Bill and well, look at me. I can
change back to Barbie to be the guitarist on a part time basis. The rest I would
spend with you and working on that family we talked about."


"We might as well start now. Only problem is I want you up my as and down my
throat and my pussy wouldn't mind a couple of servings." He looked at her, smiled
and grunted as his penis grew and branched three times. He was willing his penis
to grow until it was right at her mouth. She licked her lips and sucked on her
new toy, "Oh, this is going to take a while I hope have the strength left to
finish the job?" was her only thought as he replied "I do". He had on going to
her mouth, one for her pussy, one for her ass, and a small one that vibrated fast
to tease her clit.


She was lying on top of him as the madness began. He couldn't thrust because that
would tear her in three, but he had thought of this. The base of each penis was
spongy and could contact and expand itself very rapidly. Within seconds he had a
rhythm going where the two that were up her cunt and ass were half a stroke off
so one would be in her at all times. His hand rubbed her nipples, pushing her
breast together so that he was tit fucking her as she suck him off. He felt all
three at once and it was incredible and he knew he wouldn't hold out long, but he
would enjoy it while it lasts. She was cumming vocally, as well as she could with
a giant prick in her mouth, and frequently as she was getting all the orgasms she
missed out on. Then they came together and continued fucking. He didn't stop
cumming as what felt like gallons of cum went down her throat, she was surprised
she could breathe and her pussy and ass weren't done with him. She was in a state
of perpetual orgasm, her body clamped down on his penises and were milking them
for everything they were worth. By the time his second orgasm came through, she
was a living orgasm and Bill screamed how much he loved her. The flow from his
body tripled and that caused her to become unconscious as they both fell. They
had been floating over the bed and fell as the fucking stopped. She woke up and
saw him, he had nothing left in him as she collapsed. His penis collapsed to it
still impressive size and she used all her strength to get the blanket from the
bed, cover them and say, "Thanks, I needed that. I love you too." and she kissed
him on the cheek and fell asleep in his arms.


The Vixens got 3 more platinum records under the management of Lynn Horton. Lynn
found a good man and married him. Bill and Catherine had 3 children, a girl and
two boys. All with psionic abilities. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas' were instant
billionaires as they released the drug that cured AIDS. They helped to fund
Proteus Labs and also found a cure to cancer the following year. Then we come to
Lisa. She had taken a psychological beating from Catherine, the pain from the
transformation, the slave sessions with Catherine, and not being able to come all
added to make Lisa unfit for life on Earth. Her life was erased, classified, and
buried. In time, no one cared and she was forgotten. She is now a resident of
Psy-Lab 1 under maximum confinement. They say she can never sleep because her
only dream is one where she is lying on a bed, and is put through unimaginable
pain. Bill goes when he can but, all he does is smile and speak with Catherine in
a conspiratorial tone. :)