Date: 14 Dec 2000 22:28:10 -0800 From: Joan Banks <joanbanks@ivillage.com> Subject: Morphite 3 Morphite 3 -- Confrontation By Joan Banks "Jay, in about 3 hours, my daughter, will be coming home. You seem intent on ruining her life. Why is that?" She looked at the sad excuse for a man that was in from of her. You could still tell he was a man, but he was dressed rather strangely. He wore high heels and stockings, a short skirt, a man's shirt, long fingernails, earrings, lipstick and arched eyebrows. "You want to take his manhood away." He said in a sexy alto. "Her manhood away. That was an unfortunate side effect, yes. But...let's see have you wondered why we have had you do these things to yourself?" "To humiliate me." "To SHOW you, what you were attempting to do to DJ. Nothing can bring back that level of maleness in her. I wouldn't even if I had the capability. No, I wanted to show you what you wanted her to feel. A man trapped in the trappings of femininity. I prefer she remain a balanced girl. Do you agree with me?" "Yes...Arghhh, No, damn you. Give him back his manhood!" "To do that would be to kill her. Oh, that's right, you don't believe in Morgenson's Syndrome, do you? Let me say this slowly. There is a genetic defect that will kill her by the time she's 30 if she remained male. Do You Understand?" "I hear you." He said, leaving his disagreement unsaid, but known. "Going to be stubborn, are you? You realize what we can do to you, right?" "What else could you do? You've taken my masculinity, my family, my friends." "What about your girl? We told her you would be out of contact for a while, would she like to see you now?" "She would still love me." "But one word from me and you would want to BE her. No, she won't like a sissy like you, I know these things. Let me just invite her in." "NO!" "So you do care. Will you promise to leave DJ alone? I'll know if you are lying to me." "I...arghhh....I....Promise I will leave her alone." "Oh, and how did you get that message through?" "Double forwarded email to myself, aphasia didn't kick in." "Very clever. Oh, and I want you to do something for me." "What?" "That hypo over there? Inject yourself with it. Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Please?" she used the code phrase that would make him comply. He obviously didn't want to. He walked robotically to the hypo and lifted his skirt. He lowered the hose and panties and sunk it deep into his buttocks. "That was only a fifteen percent solution." She told him "It won't kill you. Probably." "What donor?" "Oh, your father, dear. He wants to cure you so bad, he donated it. You will be your own sister. If we duplicated your own or took one of your mothers, well, let's just say reinforced recessives aren't pretty. Now it is your choice if you become an automaton or a would you rather be left with some free will? Which will it be?" "Free will, of course." He sobbed. "And a lovely girl you will be. Go to the institute and they will start with you." "Yes Ma'am." -- -- -- -- -- -- DJ sped home confused and conflicted. She didn't like the sound of 'Morphite Therapy' it sounded like morphing of pictures and what did that have to do with medicine? Didn't like the sound of all that mind control, either. At least they haven't tried that on ME. -- -- -- -- -- -- Brian got home within a half hour. They knew this day would come, but they wanted to put it off a while longer. They were having so much fun as parents. At least they had taken care of MgS. That genetic plague will no longer exist on the planet. DJ was safe, at least. Even if she hated them forever, at least her forever would be longer than 30 years. Brian and Ashley took out the boxes of mementos that had been hidden away since DJ entered the house. -- -- -- -- -- -- DJ screeched into the driveway, threw the car into park, and just stopped for a moment. Ashley and Brian were standing in the doorway, genuine concern in their eyes. Finally Brian went down to the car, she got out. "Why didn't you tell me you knew my parents? Why??" she slammed her fists ineffectively against his chest. Ashley walked up. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- "They were our closest friends in the world." "Then why did you let me rot in the foster care system for FIVE YEARS?" "We thought you were dead, too." "I hate you both!" "We understand, but we still love you." "Why don't you come inside, baby. We need to talk." "Okay Daddy. Oh...you are not my Daddy! Dad I mean. What did you do to me?" "We'll explain." DJ tore herself away from Brian and walked behind them into the house. "Sit down," Brian gestured to the couch. "I'll stand." "Suit yourself, you're just like your Mothers." "You mean Mother." "I meant what I said. Listen, this is going to take a while, you might be more comfortable if you sat down." "Why should I listen to you? Everything else you said has been a lie!" "Only with good reason, and actually there have been very few lies. Mainly omissions." Ashley opened a photo album. Their wedding picture was on the first page. "Look at the picture, Debra." "Call me David." "If you insist, David." DJ picked up the album and looked at the picture. She was stunned. "Yes, those are your parents. Our Best Man and Matron of Honor. Oh, you were there too, David." "Okay, you got my attention." Brian began "The disease is called Morgenson's..." (see Morphite -- prequel) "So you're saying you did this to me to save my life?" "Yes, and by the way, we used our own matrix, you are our daughter as well as your original parents." All of them were crying at this point. "How would that family tree look?" She snorted "Listen, I need some time. I'll be in my room." And she left. "Did you hear that, her room. She still thinks of this as home." "I'm glad you left the surveillance part out, she would have freaked." DJ didn't come down for dinner, she didn't come down for breakfast. Around 10 that morning she wandered downstairs, wearing a sweater and jeans. "Michael will be here soon. Does he know?" she asked curtly. "No." "Fine." She stalked to the entryway and sat. Obviously she did not want conversation with them. "Oh, and call me Debra. Using David would be silly now, wouldn't it? "Whatever you like." "Fine." Michael showed up twenty long, agonizing minutes later. DJ was planning on calling the whole thing off. It was ridiculous that she was engaged. God, was it even legal? She planned to do it right at the door. Get it done with, and not spread out the pain. Quick, easy, and painless, yep, that was the plan. Painless. He knocked. DJ swung open the door, ready to spew it out as fast as she could... "Michael, listen there's something I've got to say..." she stopped because his mouth was attached to hers. "It's really important..." more hesitant. "My God, it is wonderful to see you." He said, kissing her again. "Michael..." she said, trying to push him away, in a nice way. She just didn't have it in her, she couldn't break it off. Unnatural as it was, it was still the most natural thing in the world to her. "We need to talk." She said, dragging him outside by the arm "Let's walk." "I should say hello to your parents..." "They're not my parents. Let's go, now! Please!" "Sure sweetheart." He followed her confusedly "Whatever you want." She led him out the front gate, where she hoped they would be free from prying eyes and ears. "Now what is wrong?" He asked her, genuine concern in his eyes. "Did your pare...Ashley and Brian do something? I definitely know how that can be." "Yeah, I guess you do. No, they did something worse than your parents, Sylvia, could even dream of." "If they hurt you..." "No, I wasn't hurt..." and she thought for a minute. She wasn't hurt. The process was smooth and relatively painless. Confusion, sure, but definitely no hurt. "They took my identity." "They adopted you, I know that. Listen, if you want to hyphenate with your old name, that's fine by me." "No, that's not it." What was wrong? They stole her life, her identity, she should be livid. And here was this man who would give everything up for her. She realized that everything in her was leading up to him. She would give up everything for him, she loved him. "A triple hyphen? Sorry, that might be a little too much of a burden on the kids." Kids, until that moment, she really haven't thought about them much. Oh, they were fun and a lot of work and all. Did she really want to have children with this man? Oh yes, very much. Still she owed him the truth. "Please don't be mad at me? Promise me that, okay?" Michael's mind was going a mile a minute. Did she sleep with someone else. No, she wouldn't do that. She was too wonderful. "I don't think I could ever be mad at you, my Love." "Okay, here goes...." She took a deep breath "I used to be boy." Michael snorted "Yeah right." Before he stopped himself. "Sorry, my dear, you said you wanted a boy right?" "No, I WAS a boy." "I've seen you, dearest. And I have seen people that used to be 'boys'. While some of them are extremely convincing, you would be the Queen, oh I mean King, of all of them." "You have to believe me. My name was David James Kilmer, I have only been a woman for two years. I didn't even have a period till last year!" "You're not making your case, sweetcheeks. Transsexuals don't have periods, they can't." "But I'm special..." she stopped herself. Say too much and the Mills' would be in prison. "Of course you are. Okay, enough of the joke. Why did you really want me out here?" He was trying to give her an 'out' from sounding completely insane. She thought for a moment. A decision was made. "I just wanted to get you alone, for once..." she smiled at him seductively... -- -- -- -- -- Jay pulled over several times an the way to the lab, each time to throw up. He knew that it wasn't a symptom of the Morphite Therapy, he was just sickened at the thought of what was happening. On the highway, he realized he had to pee. Reluctantly he pulled off to the side of the road. He went back into the bushes and lifted his skirt intending to pee as God intended, standing. He lowered his hose and panties and squatted like a woman, his penis aimed down between his legs. He had no tears left. "Jay, your old room's waiting." Pete Silvers said to him, holding the door as he entered. "Ladies first." He snickered. "Fuck you, Pete." (Thrum) He felt really bad about talking like that. "Sooner than you think, old pal." Pete said softly, so Jay could not hear. Jay walked directly to his old room. Pete followed. "Listen, Pete, I know what you guys are doing. So there is no sense hiding it, is there?" "I can't talk about it, you know that. We are to make you comfortable." "Comfortable as a chick, you mean." "Just comfortable, man." -- -- -- -- -- -- Michael and Brian stayed in the living room while Ashley and DJ prepared dinner. Why do I find it so easy to fall into this role? DJ thought. "Momm...Ashley, I know how I changed like this and all, but why do I seem to act so girly?" "Not as girly as you would think, Hone...Debra." It really hurt that she was no longer acknowledged as Mother in this relationship "You're really kind of a tomboy. So how did Michael take the news?" she changed the subject. "I told him, he didn't believe me." "Oh..." "Momma....Ashley, I don't want to hide anything from him and I guess I haven't. How good is the background that you guys cooked up? I really don't want him to get hurt" "The best. The only way you could be found out is by talking to people you went to school with. We got around that by changing your transcripts. You went to several different schools, but not the same ones that you 'thought' you did. Other than that, you are entirely Debra Jean Mills, formerly Kilmer. All the records have been changed." "Why didn't you guys tell me? If it was between changing into who I am and dying then of course I would have said to change me." "That's really a relief, but I don't think it's true. We were set on a course of curing this disease even after we thought you had died. The patients couldn't handle it. More than one of them suicided. We couldn't risk that with you, when we found you were alive then we had to make sure it would work without the risk." She started tearing up " I'm so sorry, baby, but we just couldn't stand to lose you again." She broke into huge sobs. DJ put her arms around her and hugged her. "It's okay, Momma. I am a happy girl with a wonderful fiancé. I don't blame you for this, I just don't understand it." She had many more questions, but this didn't seem the time. They wandered out into the living room, where the guys were watching TV. Brian seemed to be awkwardly avoiding Michaels gaze, as if ashamed of something. Ashley came up behind him and put her arms around him. "Everything alright?" he noticed her face, she had obviously been crying. "Fine, just girl talk in the kitchen." She leaned close to him and whispered "He doesn't believe it." And Brian's tension seemed to go down a notch. DJ kissed Brian on the cheek as she went by and then plopped onto Michaels lap and gave him a long, intense kiss. Brian stared at her a moment and then smiled. "Whatcha' watching?" she asked kissing him again. "Seahawks and Chargers. Just football." "Just football?? Are you nuts? Who's winning?" Michael looked confused. "Since when have you been interested in football?" "Since I was about 8. My Dad used to take me to games all the time. Now make room." She slid to the floor and sat between his legs. "Who wants a beer?" Ashley asked the room. "I'll take one." Brian said. "Me too, please." Said Michael. "And you, Debra? Diet Coke?" "Nahh, I'll have a beer too. Lite please." The rest of the day went pretty much normally, considering the world had been turned upside down. DJ was laying in her bed, unable to sleep. She had forgone a nightgown and was sleeping in one of Michaels T-Shirts and panties. The shirt smelled like him, she liked that smell. She knew he was only 30 feet away, and it was keeping her agitated. -- -- -- -- She opened the door cautiously. DJ slunk into the room so as not to wake up her parents. Brian was in the bed, snoring softly. She was both hesitant and more sure than she had ever been. She slid into bed. "Huh, what's going o...oh. Hi babe." He noted the pleasing sensation of a warm, smooth, naked girl nicely wiggling up against him. "Hi yourself..." she kissed him "Enough small talk..." -- -- -- -- Ashley burst into DJ's room, trying to surprise her as normal for their morning run. DJ wasn't there... -- -- -- -- -- - "Good morning Jay." Saul Waters, the tech on duty woke up the sleeping subject. In truth, Jay had not slept much that night, dreading the changes speeding through his body. "Morning, Warden." Jay said, in his surprisingly male voice. "What..." "New program, all the old compulsions have been removed. You get a fresh start. Also all the teams have been reassigned, subject is aware and accepting. Regardless of your little quest, she is happy as she is." "That's too bad." "Maybe you think so. I know I wouldn't want to go through that, but better than dying, right." "If you say so." "Here, why don't you get dressed?" he showed Jay where clothes had been laid out, jeans, polo shirt and mens underwear. "I thought you were going to..." "No promises, By the way, your family is coming here for Thanksgiving today. Compliments of the Mills. Your mother is insisting on cooking still, so we are setting up the loft apartment for all of you. They will be here in about an hour, so you better get ready." Jay wasted no time in getting into the shower. It was a relief not to have to shave his body again. He dressed and was again relieved to find that the compulsion for women's clothes was gone. The only thing that was truly strange about his appearance was his plucked eyebrows and earrings. He's forgotten about the earrings, removed them and made his way up to the apartment. -- -- -- -- -- "Okay everybody," Pete was talking to a group of 15 techs in a boardroom setting "This is the start of a new era. Dr. Mills has placed her confidence in me to head the next team. The Psych and logistics lead will be Saul Waters and Jessica Tyrell will be heading the bio team. Psyche?" Pete sat and Saul stood in front of the room. "Thanks Pete, prior compulsions have been sublimated and we are starting from essentially a clean plate. Many of you know Jay, I don't want that to get in the way of the job we are doing. I can't stress enough the level of loyalty we need in this room." He hit a button and a picture of Jay, in his altered state, appeared on the screen. Nervous laughter spread through the room. "He gets a day down, for time with his family, but full watch teams will begin at 0500 tomorrow, the schedule will be posted." He went to sit down. "By the way, the schedule is compressed to one year, this time." Shocked disbelief rippled around the room "Thank you. Bio?" Jessica stood. She wasn't a terribly striking person, mousy hair, glasses, and a tendency to look smaller than she was. "Subject was given a fifteen percent solution of compatible Morphite Therapy. We know that forty percent can kill with the transformation rapidity and five percent solution will take up to two years for completion. We don't have accurate data on full completion due to the introduction of hormone treatment in the last patient to induce menses. However, we are expecting %95 change complete at the one year mark. Thank you." She sat sheepishly down and started frantically and deliberately looking at her folio, hoping none could see her nervousness. They could, but accepted it. Everyone liked Jessica and acknowledged her as the smartest person in the room. Pete stood once again. "Thank you all, check the schedule, and have a good holiday." -- -- -- -- -- -- Jay woke up in the apartment, relieved that he wasn't going to be acting like a crazy zombie anymore. He had a full change of (Men's!) clothes and a great apartment to live in. The phone rang. "Jay, this is Pete, feel hungry? I'm buying." Wow, Pete really sounded apologetic about this situation. "Sure, where do you want to meet?" "Down front in say...half an hour." "You got it." It was such a relief to have a normal voice again. Half an hour later, showered and shaved Jay was downstairs. He was wearing Dockers (Thrum) and a polo shirt. "Hey buddy, we've got stuff to talk about. How about IHOP?" "Sounds good." They walked to Pete's car. "Wow, nice ride." "Thanks, promotion came with a big bonus, get in." They drove off. "Okay buddy, here's the scoop." Pete was finishing off his eggs and digging onto the pancakes. Jay was barely through with just the eggs and was starting to feel kind of full (Thrum). "You screwed up. You pissed off the boss and she thought you endangered her kid." Jay started to argue but Pete held up a hand "In the end it was no harm done, in the boss's eyes. But you, my friend, are a risk. You know all the procedures and could damage us quite a bit, right?" "Uh huh," not wanting to even dwell on the thought of sabotage, for fear of the compulsions coming back. "Anyway, instead of a big settlement, the boss wants to cut a deal. We neutralize those little buggers in your system, before they do any damage, we pay you a generous stipend and give you this wonderful place to live, free. If later on, we need the apartment, we pay for your new place." He stuck his hand out to shake as if a deal had been struck, Jay just stared at it. His eyes welled up with tears but he fought it back. "How big a stipend?" "Four grand a month for 3 years, plus an account at the local department stores to replenish the clothes you were compelled to destroy. Sorry about that, by the way." "What's the catch?" Jay asked warily. "Catch, no catch. You need to come in for the treatment. The Doc is waiting right now. Oh, you need to stay quiet about this." Jay thought for a moment. He didn't like this much but... "Deal." -- -- -- -- The shot from the pretty female Doc was a lot more pleasurable than the one he had given himself two days earlier. She felt his arm muscles and cooed appreciatively. She checked the computer. "You've had remarkably little genetic degradation, Jay. You must be a very viril man. There has been only a .02 percent restructuring. I am impressed." Jay puffed up in a little masculine pride. "Jay, I need you to wear this monitor. It will give me your vitals on a constant basis as well as the Morphite count." "Oh, so the monitoring begins..." he sounded a bit testy "Is that why you wanted me in the apartment?" He asked Pete. "There is no sensing equipment in that apartment, except what you bring in there. No this..." he noted the wristwatch shaped medical sensor "is what I mean." "What about this?" Jay tapped his head. "Disabled. I didn't want a chance for Ashley to change her mind, so as soon as she said, I had the encryption key destroyed. You are safe, my friend." (Thrum). "Now get out of here and enjoy some of that stipend. It is already in your account." "I'm calling my girlfriend first." (Thrum) He felt a little uneasy, but intended to do it anyway. He walked off. -- -- -- -- "Status." Pete said "Psyche?" "Minimal invasion. We are starting by just cleaning up his act. Motivating him to pee sitting down five percent more of the time, wearing nicer clothes. Slight aversion to sexual thought about women. The next generation surveillance takes a little getting used to, but it is incredible. Auditory and Optical signals taken directly from the brain. We are experimenting with the display functions for a little stabilization as you can see." He gestured to the monitor. The picture did take a little getting used to. It bounced and swerved with each of Jay's eye movements. Easy to get motion sick with that. "See what you can do. Look into a 3-d display, should be able to get minimal depth 3D from using both optical inputs. Is his girlfriend there yet?" "Not yet, she is kind of a wildcard. We need to get rid of her quickly." "Understood, but let's be a little nice to him. He was our friend. Bio?" "He is definitely excited about not changing. The saline solution used has him hydrated nicely, but will not have any other effect. He is already in the 2 to 3 percent window for conversion. I am a bit worried it may happen too fast again. Estrogen levels are still within a male norm. He should still be able to perform in the sack." "Fine, keep it up. Looking good." -- -- -- -- -- -- "Cindy are you a sight for sore eyes." Cindy was a cute girl, barely 5'2", blond hair, and a cute figure. She looked slightly confused. "So you are living in a lab somewhere?" her voice was slightly perturbed. "Come on in." she followed him in. Clearly it was not what she expected. As an apartment, it was palatial. Cathedral ceilings and two stories, it had the look that most movies tried to portray every apartment as, a large house that happened to be in a building with other large houses. She was impressed. She turned to him and kissed him. "So, when did you get back?" "Wednesday, but they wouldn't let me talk to anyone for a day. Quarantine or something.." she grabbed his ear. "Pierced your ears?" "Just kind of a whim, decided against it, though." "Pity, I think it's kind of sexy. Is it too late to put them back in?" (Thrum) "No..." he said "but I don't have them anymore." "Here, I have an extra set in my purse." She rummaged and pulled out a couple of hoop earrings. He put them in (Thrum). Oh well, he thought, lots of guys have earrings. It's cool. Right. The night went well. Jay, had to make up a lot of information about where he was. They caught up on their lives and made out quite a bit. They ended up in bed. "God, you're like a brillo pad!" she yelled and pushed him away. "Baby, you always liked me hairy before." "Hairy, sure. But..." she flipped the light on. "You feel like my legs after I didn't shave for three days." She ran her hand over his body. "You did! You shave your legs!! What is wrong with you?" she moved her hand around. "Your chest too? I just don't think I can deal with this. It hurts. At least I had the courtesy to shave my legs when I go on a date...what am I saying? Are you gay?" "No, I'm not gay. I am very straight. I...I...uh...I took up body building." "I can't believe this." She jumped out of bed and started putting her clothes back on "You could at least tell me the truth. I'm out of here!" She walked to the door and called as she slammed it "Call me when you're ready to tell me the truth." (Thrum) He really didn't feel so bad about her leaving. The next morning, he was really noticing the brillo-pad effect he was having. It actually made it uncomfortable for him to sleep in. Before he realized what he was doing, he had re-shaved his entire body (thrum). -- -- -- -- -- -- "Status?" He was getting really good at this. "I almost think we're going too fast. He is actually reinstituting the compulsions. He is now keeping his body hair-free and wearing the earrings. Everyone in the lab is reinforcing the idea that the earrings are macho (snicker). Out of the 200 behaviors we want him to exhibit, he is up to 6. It doesn't look like much yet, but the rate of acquiring these behaviors will increase. Cindy has started coming over again. She actually accepts the body hair thing. We've had him working out once a day, which has helped with both the illusion that he was body building and the normal increase in body fat that starts at the ten percent point." "Bio?" "Nine percent. Like Saul said, we have to watch the body fat. Estrogen levels are rising in a normal way and we are seeing early reconstruction of the skeletal structure. We are looking into this but I think we need some bloodwork on vitamin levels. Bone is being leeched away, but is not being replaced. I believe we will find that he needs a lot of calcium. Body hair is thinning, we can only tell that by the frequency of shaves that he does. He should be just shaving his legs and armpits within another month." "A good first month, everyone. Oh, Saul?" "Yes?" "How is the clothing response?" "Still an aversion to female clothing, probably because of the compulsion period." "We need to overcome that, what stimuli are you using?" "five percent, five percent of the time." "Change it to a 5/15, we still have to worry about arousing suspicion." "Sure thing." -- -- -- -- -- Jay was so glad to be free of the compulsion. Being forced to wear women's clothing was certainly the most humiliating event of his life, but in some ways he was starting to miss how the fabrics felt against his skin. His earrings dangled against his neck. -- -- -- -- -- -- DJ returned to the house after Thanksgiving. It was strange thinking what had happened to her. That was all going to be in the past now. Brenda was in her room when DJ went upstairs. "Hey, girlfriend!" Brenda called. "Hey Bren." DJ was a little more muted. DJ continued into her room. "What's wrong with you?" Brenda said, poking her head in the door "Oh My God, you got laid!" "How in the world could you know?" "It's true! Oh My God!" she hugged DJ frantically. She held her at arms length. "You do look like a woman who has had a going over." "Bren!" "How was it? Tell, tell." "Brenda, we need to talk." "What is it? Are you and Michael...?" "No we're fine. Better than fine actually." DJ got a little dreamy and then snapped out of it "I need to tell you about my folks...they made me this way." "What do you mean?" DJ's computer was still on and the alumni page was still up she moved it to Brians entry. "Look..." Brenda read the page "Morphite Therapy?" "It's a gene replacement program. You can actually change a person's genetic makeup." "They did that to you? That's a major medical ethics violation. You can get them thrown in..." "It's not like that. Calm down. I had a disease, a genetic illness," she gestured to the web page "Morgensons, that would have killed me..." "Oh God!" "Stop saying that! Anyway, I was going to die, unless it could be taken out of my genetic code. So there is this Morphite Therapy...." "And they changed you into a girl." "It was stuck on the Y chromosome, they had to get rid of it." "So what did your mother have to do with this?" "Not much, apparently, she did some psych work, but it really doesn't apply." "You sure?" "What is her Doctoral Thesis?" DJ pulled up the page. "Did you know that all Doctoral Theses are kept in the library?" "What? I think I know where I'm going tomorrow." -- -- -- -- -- -- -- "Will that be all, sir?" the pretty young salesgirl started ringing up the purchases. "That's it." Jay replied. "That will be $107.42, do you want a gift box?" "No, thank you. Here you go..." he handed the money over. She handed the bag to him. "Thanks for shopping at Victoria's Secret, I hope she enjoys all those panties. Come again!" "I'm sure I will." Continued in Morphite 4 - Jay's Transformation