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"Yes? Can I help you?" he said in a guarded voice.
"You probably don't recognise me, but we worked together a few years back."
Michael was quiet for a moments. "Are you sure? You barely look old enough to be out of school. Where did you meet me?"
"I helped clear your name in your legal case. Look, I really need your help and I think you'll be fascinated in my problem."
Michael turned and unlocked the car. "I'm sure we've never met. Now I have to go, I'm late."
He doesn't want to know, thought Paul. If he'll only listen for a few minutes! Michael opened the door of his car and climbed in. That car has central locking, noticed Paul. When Michael had unlocked one door he had unlocked them all.
Wasting no time, Paul shot round the car and leapt into the passenger seat. "What do you think you're doing? Get out!" shouted Michael.
"Shut up, or I'll start screaming rape." This seemed to quiet Michael down as he realised what sort of situation that would put him in. "Okay, now you must have heard about Dr. Anne Chamberlain and the sort of research she is doing."
"Um, yeah. So what?" He was obviously confused about the sudden twist in the conversation by Paul.
"She's my ex-girlfriend."
"Your... ex-girlfriend. I didn't know she was a lesbian."
"She isn't."
"But you just said..." Started Michael, totally lost by now.
"She is doing research into modifying a person's DNA by introducing an engineered, but harmless, virus into their bodies."
Michael shrugged. "So are a lot of people. Any breakthrough is still decades away."
"No, Anne's done it. And she used me as her guinea pig. In fact she infected me with two different viruses. Below the waist I'm still male." Michael's eyes bulged a little at that statement. "I'm Paul Roberts, the lawyer that saved your ass."
"Oh, this is ridiculous. Get out of my car now!"
"If that's the way you want it." Paul wound down the window. "Help! Rape!" he screamed out of the car window.
"Christ! Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."
Paul smiled. "Right, lets go back to your place and I'll give you some more proof. You do live alone?"
"Yeah."
The rest of the drive was in silence. Paul looked at Michael, was he really going to be able to help him? Anne was near the top of her profession while Kingston was working in some seedy establishment. Of course, that could be because of his poor reputation and it might have nothing to do with his actual ability. But what choice did he have? At least Kingston would help him.
Michael's apartment was in a more upmarket part of the city. He didn't say anything until both he and Paul were indoors. "Okay, now what the hell is this all about?"
"A few days ago my girlfriend, Anne Chamberlain, found out I was seeing other women. She deliberately infected me with two DNA viruses. So my top half is female and the bottom half is male."
"You're mad," whispered Michael.
In response Paul started removing his blouse. Michael started to protest but Paul ignored him. He didn't like having to do this at all, but he had to give some proof or Michael was going to consider him a lunatic.
He could feel Michael's eyes crawling over his breasts. He hated them. Every slightest movement they made reminded him of what Anne had done to him. She had stripped him of his near perfect male body and replaced it with feminine softness.
Next he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. He was wearing matching panties, which did nothing to disguise the male genitalia he possessed.
"My God, you are a man," gasped Michael. "I'd never have guessed."
"You haven't been listening," snapped Paul. "My top half IS female now. Based on Anne's niece, I believe. The bottom half is that of some lab assistant of hers. If you ran DNA tests on skin from my arm and my leg you'd get two different results."
Michael shook his head. "It's impossible. Technology like that does not exist."
Paul sighed and pointed to just below his belly button. "Look here. There's the join."
Michael bent closer to get a better look. The skin beneath a certain point had a different texture and was just slightly darker than the skin on Paul's upper body. Maybe there was some truth in this crazy story.
He stood up and Paul started to put his clothes back on. "I still can't believe you were Paul Roberts."
"I am Paul Roberts! Remember the night before we went to court. You wanted to throw yourself on the mercy of the court and confess all. It took me several hours and a bottle of whisky to convince you to trust me."
"So what do you want from me?"
"I want you to cure me," said Paul. "I can't go back to Anne, she did this to me in the first place."
"Cure you! I haven't the first clue how that virus works." A thought struck him. "Is it contagious?"
"You only get it from intimate contact. You're okay, you won't start growing breasts."
Michael regarded the unwilling transsexual in front of him. "This is what I'll do. Tomorrow I'll take two samples from you and run a simple gene test on you. If they match you're out of here, okay?"
Paul nodded, "Fair enough. And when they don't match you'll start looking for a cure."
"It's a deal. Where are you staying? I'll give you a lift."
"I haven't got anywhere. I only got here a few hours back."
Michael thought for a moment. He still couldn't believe that the beautiful young creature in front of him was male. Despite incontrovertible evidence of his gender. The face seemed so feminine. Surely no man could look so good, so natural. Maybe Paul's outlandish story was true. "Okay, you can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow you look for somewhere permanent to stay."
Find a place of his own? Paul had no real idea how long it would take Michael to come up with a cure. Until he did he was going to have to support himself. If he was careful with his money he could probably get a reasonable apartment for a few months. Surely it shouldn't take any longer than that for Michael to undo the damage Anne had done to him.
Paul helped Michael make the couch into a makeshift bed. It wasn't long before he was fast asleep. The exertions of the day and the small amount of sleep he had been getting had tired his new body.
Michael Kingston was going through stacks of various scientific journals late into the night. During her research Dr. Chamberlain had published many papers and Michael absorbed every one of them. Their tone was extremely cautious but the direction of her research clearly pointed to the DNA-altering virus Paul claimed had affected him.
She must have made a huge breakthrough. Then another thought struck him. This research was probably top secret. Chamberlain might not have announced her discovery even to the heads of the research institute she belonged to. Therefore, she almost certainly hadn't registered any patents yet. All he had to do was crack the secret of the virus and file a claim and the untold millions the patent would bring him would allow him to retire in luxury.
But he would have to be a hell of a lot cleverer than the last time he had tried to pass someone else's research off as his own. I'll worry about that later, he thought. First I'll have to see how it works. If I can restore Paul he could probably help me with the legal difficulties. He certainly would like to hurt Anne after what she did to him. This could restore his reputation and his fortune.
To Be Continued....
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