Author's Note: In this story a series of three stars (* * *) means a long passage of time, months, years, etc. A series of five stars (* * * * *) means a short passage of time, seconds, minutes, hours, days.

 

When Science Experiments Go Wrong

J. R. Anthony

Chapter I

Bunson's Burn

 

It all happened not long ago, in my research lab. My name is,...was Dr. Alexander Crosby II. My account of the story is quite farfetched, and may leave some of you in skeptics, but I stand firm in stating that these events are all true. Don't believe me? Let me take you back, three years ago, in the inner city of Westmont, Alberta.

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I had just graduated from High School, and had applied to many colleges, being accepted into the Westmount Institute of Science and Technology. It all started on a crisp summer day. I was trapped inside the boiling laboratory, mixing different chemicals and pharmaceutical drugs, trying to come up with a cure for cancer. Cancer research had always been a critical object in my life. My grandfather died of cancer when I was only fourteen years old, scarring my mind, and cold shouldering my childhood. Since hearing of the ongoing struggle to find a cure, I took an interest in science, chemistry mainly, and studied hard to perfect the art of mixing chemicals to find possible reactions and cures.

I carefully poured a silicone resin into the beaker of chemicals, and watched as it turned a fleshy peach colour. It seemed to thicken quite a bit, and developed small pores on its surface. I pulled out a pair of tongs from the drawer, and gently tugged it out of it's container. It was gelatinous, and looked exactly like human skin. I placed it onto the table, and examined it, removing my safety glasses, squinting so I could see more detail. My colleague, Dr. Karen Arner looked over at my creation.

"What is that, Alex?" she asked, pulling her eyeglasses out of her coat pocket, and walking over to me, her light brown hair shimmering in the summer sun.

"I'm not sure, but it appears to be a silicone of some type, or a solvent for leaks." I replied, curiously poking and prodding the pile of goop before me. "I don't know, it could be nothing. I'll further examine it later tonight. And what have you been working on, Ms. Arner.?" I questioned. I had always called her Ms. Arner. I don't quite know the reason, it's just been that way since I've been here.

"I've been working on a cure for the common cold. It's a combination of Asprin and Tylenol, with Hydrochloric Sodium in it to speed up the process." she explained, tapping a vial with a greenish-blue liquid in it.

"Looks like glass-cleaner." I said, my brown eyes flickering as the heat radiating from the bunson burner caught my eye

"Well, I'm going to put it into white capsuled that dissolve quickly in water." she retorted, and air of anger in her voice. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall; 4:30. "I'll be leaving now, I'll see you all tomorrow." I said, hanging up my lab coat and putting on my sunglasses, having to wipe my jet black hair out of the way.

 

I drove into the small parking lot of 1456 Wegener Drv. The pine trees out front, shaded the entire front lawn, giving a cool, misty feel to the atmosphere of my house. The wooden steps creaked as I walked up to the fron deck and unlocked the door. As I opened the heavy wooden door, I heard the faint barking of my dog, Rox. I set my bag on the floor by the coat rack, bare of all the coats I owned, and walked into the living room, to be joined by my black lab, running up the stairs.

"Hey, Rox. Where you been all day, huh?" I asked in that baby-talk voice people always use when talking to their pets.

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I walked down the carpeted steps to my home lab in the basement. It wasn't much, just a makeshift gas utlet, a rusty old bunson burner, a limited stock of chemicals, and basic tools. I retrieved the vial of fleshy ooze from my bag, and set it over the bunson burner. I looked carefully for any changes that might occur. It began to bubble, and went from being opaque to being slightly translucent. I once again took it out with my tongs, but it didn't stop there. It started crawling up the tongs onto my hand. The tongs were untouched. I dropped the metal utensil to the ground as the red hot jelly washed over my arm. The searing pain was too much to bear. I took one last look at the fleshy goop, now oozing across my neck and chest, and blacked out.

 

When I came to, it was morning. I realized I was late, and rushed about the house, not caring that my good jeans had been burned and eaten away by the mutant jelly. I walked into the laboratory, and everyone looked up when they heard the door.

"Sorry, I forgot to set my alarm." I stuttered, sitting down in a empty spot, missing my chair completely. I landed hard on the ground and felt a shockwave race up my spine as I hit the hard tile flooring of the institute. Karen walked over to me and brushed me off, icking me up by my shoulders and making sure I was on my feet before stepping back.

"Are you all right? You look terrible, your face is all chalky, and you look like you haven't slept for a month." she remarked.

"I just had a really late night, Karen." I replied, not even noticing that I had broken an old habit in one night.

"Karen? You just called me Karen. You never call me Karen." she said, an unnerving jitter coming over her. "What's wrong?" she asked. She gave me a worried look.

"I'll tell you, but you've got to keep it secret." I said. I motioned for her to follow me, and led her behind the big storage shelves. "You know that fleshy goop I created yesterday? Well, I was experimenting with it last night, and it crawled over my tongs, and up my arm. I blacked out when it crept over my throat." I whispered, sinking down onto a crate of Hydrogen bottles.

"What does this mean?" she inquired, leaning closer.

"I'm not sure, but all I know is that I'm scared to death of the possibilities. It definately looks as though I've created a living organism, and I'm frightened of what might happen to me." I answered quickly.

I had to go to the bathroom, so I told her I'd be back in a few minutes. As I sat in the stall, the thought of Karen crossed my mind. The way she looked, the way she moved, just everything about her sparked images in my brain. When I opened my eyes, something felt wrong. There was a strange weight on my chest, and there was an empty feeling where my crotch should have been. I walked out to the mirror, and looking back at me was Karen Arner! Every detail down to the very last pore was reflected in the mirror. I screamed, but my voice didn't come from my lips, hers escaped my mouth instead. I panicked, and pulled my pants up my slender, hairless legs. They were very tight around my hips, but I didn't care, all I knew was that I needed help.

She was the first one to round the bend and she nearly fainted at the sight of me. Everyone else gasped, and the Professor, turned her head and made a wheezing noise. I sank against the cold, brick wall and thought of how I would explain it to them.

"What has happened here, Mr. Crosby?" the Professor asked quietly.

"An experiment gone wrong, Ma'am." I replied, covering my mouth after I spoke. It was mad to hear Karen's voice coming from my mouth. My balance was offset by the weight of my breasts, and my hips screwed up my walking as the swung back and forth with each step. "And I fear for the worst in this case." I added, sliding my back down the wall to a sitting position.

"Likewise, Mr. Crosby." she coughed, calling for everyone to return to their tables. I hung my head as Karen walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Come with me, I'll lend you some clothes, it should be enough to get you by." she told me, leading me out to her car, a silver Taurus, with the driver's seat missing a head pad. She drove to the outskirts of the city, to a small cabin by the river, and led me to her bedroom. "Ill help you with the bra, and the blouse, but other than that, you should be fine." she told me, handing me panties, a bra, a black skirt with light blue pinstripes, and a navy blue blouse.

The panties were snug, but fit better than my boxers, now with shreds at the waistline from my now feminine hips. I couldn't get my arms bent well enough to fasten the clasp of the bra, so she showed me how to put it on the easy way. I had some difficulty holding the skirt at my waist while I zipped it up, but finally succeeded. and the blouse's buttons were the opposite of my dress shirts, and she said it would take some getting used to.

"There, you're ready to go." she said, running a brush through my long brown hair. I gave myself a look over with my brilliant green eyes, and blew a kiss at my reflection for luck.

As we walked out of the bedroom, I felt a strange urge overtake my mind. I wanted to have sex with someone. I needed to have sex with someone, anyone. I grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and kissed her passionately. She drew back uncertainly, blinking furiously as she fixed her hair. I grabbed her by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom, closing and locking the door. I pushed her onto the bed, and began undressing her. When she was completely naked, I tied her hands and feet to the bed with her nylons, and undressed myself, sitting across her chest.

"Fuck me, Karen." I moaned, pressing my breasts (my breasts?) against her neck.

"What has come over you lately!?" she shrieked, trying to push me off of her, but to no avail. I moved myself down, and began rubbing my pelvis against hers. The fristion of her clitoris against mine was pure ecstasy.I then spun myself around into a 69 position, with Karen talking into my cunt, the vibrations of which got me off in seconds. I practically screamed with pleasure as the experiance of my first female orgasm shook through my body. As I collapsed, I felt a tingling sensation as I lowered myself to the floor. As the sensation faded, I stood and watched myself in the mirror. My body was going through the final stages of morphing back into me. The real me. I no longer had a lust for sex, but rather a lust for knowledge of what had just occurred. I had transformed into a woman, had lesbian sex with a woman, and after experiencing an orgasm, changed back into a man.

I re-dressed in my man clothes, and headed back to the lab after untying Karen from her bed. She was cautious of me on the ride back, and kept quiet after we had started work at our lab tables. Everyone seemed relieved that I was myself again, and some even voiced their concerns for me. As I worked, I couldn't help thinking about what had happened. I had somehow creatd a substance that transformed a person into their modest, or wildest dreams. The question was, how long would it take to get rid of? Or was it stuck with me for life, forever changing the way I live and think, or the way I act? I couldn't help but think that the ooze crawling all over my body, and me transforming into Karen after vividly dreaming of her were related to a source of mind control withing the jelly. But what could have caused it? I had all my formulas right for a cancer cure, not a cell re-organizer. I had absolutely no clue what to do.

 

To Be Continued...

  

  

  

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