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Alien Transformation

By Jeanine and Friederike Greifswald-Tolleson

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Authors note: This story takes place in the Black Forest in Germany. All characters actually speak German, but of course the dialog is translated into English here.

Two women walk through a forest. They don’t known each other yet, and they will soon be both praising and cursing the day they met. Take a good look at them, dear reader, and try to view them with sympathy. And now it is time to raise the curtain and reveal our two sad heroines.

One of the women was very tall and slim. She stood 6’0”, weighed 160 lbs and wore a light green jogging suit that clung to her like a second skin. Her face was oval with a rather pointed chin, a wide mouth with lips that were perhaps a little too thin and a nose that was slightly retroussé. Her eyes – ah, her eyes! They were very mysterious eyes indeed – sparkling green in the light but turning brown in the shade, and something about the shape suggested that perhaps a few generations back an Asian had been among her ancestors. The eyebrows were curved in a high arch. Her strawberry blond hair was tied in a ponytail and dangled halfway down her back. The long arms that hung down her side ended in huge hands. Her breasts were rather small but pert, with her nipples contoured by her jogging suit. Her waistline was slim, her behind shapely, and she sported a pronounced camel-toe. Her legs appeared to be endless and ended in feet that matched her hands in size and were clad in white tennis shoes.

She was wearing a video camera with a directional microphone attached above it on her head from which wires ran to a laptop she carried in a bag which was slung across her shoulder. She certainly was a very attractive woman.

The other woman was shorter, only 5’6”, and weighed 125 lbs. Her face was round, with piercing dark eyes under bushy eyebrows. If someone had watched these eyes closely he would have noticed something mysterious about them as well: Her pupils did not change size when she moved from the shade into the light or vice versa. Superstitious people sometimes made gestures at her to ward off the evil eye when looking into them. Her nose was broad but not in a vulgar way, and her lips were luscious and bright red. Around her neck hung a chain with a crystal pendant. Her black wavy hair reached all the way down to her behind. She wore a white t-shirt that left her navel free under which her voluptuous breasts jingled slightly with every step. On her legs she had tight jeans which perfectly enhanced her big rear end. From her slim waist dangled a knife in a scabbard. She also wore tennis shoes.

She also had a bag slung over her shoulder and kept her eyes close to the ground when she looked around, apparently with a special interests for tree trunks. She was most definitely a very attractive woman as well.

Since both walked silently and slowly, with one looking at the treetops and the other at the ground, they did not recognize each other until they collided.

“Oops, sorry”, said the dark-haired woman in a sensual contralto voice. “I didn’t see you”.

“It’s o.k. I didn’t see you either”, replied the other one. Her voice was a soprano and had a slight American accent.

“I’m Friederike Greifswald; just call me Friede”.

“I’m Jeanine Gail Tolleson, but just call me Jean. I am only ever called Jeanine if I did something wrong. Jeanine, who broke the Ming vase? Brr”.

Both women laughed.

“Are you from the United States”?

Jean sighed. “My accent gives me away, right? I’m from Oakland, California”.

“It’s a very sexy accent”, Friede remarked with a smile

“Thanks; your deep voice is very sexy as well”. Jean gave the smile back.

The two women fell into silence for a while. Then they suddenly started speaking again, both at the same time, and stopped laughing.

“You first”, gestured Friede. “You are the taller one”.

“Alright, What are you doing in this forest”?

“Collecting herbs and mushrooms, and you”?

“Filming birds and recording their voices”. Jean pointed to her camera..

“That sounds very interesting”.

Jean shrugged. “It’s a good job. I do it for the ornithological department of Berkeley University. They register and compare bird songs from all over the world. And why do you collect herbs and mushrooms”?

“It’s part of my job. Well, it is actually not my job. I’m Wiccan. It runs in the family”.

“And you call what I do interesting? I think what you do is absolutely fascinating”!

“Well, it loses its fascination when you grow up with it and have to learn the various capacities of all the plants and mushrooms”.

“Seems to be the old story of the cherries in neighbor’s garden then”, smiled Jean.

“How old are you”, inquired Friede? “I’m twenty-five”.

“I’m twenty-five as well”.

“Born on the 27th of January”.

“Then I’m – let’s see, fifty-three days older than you. I was born December 5th, but in the preceding year”.

“Old woman”, grinned Friede.

“Young chicken”, Jean grinned back.

“You know, I really like you”, Friede remarked.

Jean smiled. “And I like you”.

A moment of silence again. Then Friede slowly reached out with her right hand and softly stroked Jeans left cheek. Jean smiled and returned the gesture. Suddenly Friede reached up with her other hand as well, pulled Jean’s face down to hers and started kissing her.

Jean eagerly replied the kiss and put her arms around her grabbing her buttocks with her big hands. But Friede gently removed these hands saying: “There’s time for that later. Show me some of your bird songs first”.

“Gladly, if you in return show me some of your herbs and mushrooms”.

“Deal”, smiled Friede.

“Okay, follow me then and keep quiet. Speak only in a whisper”.

The two women walked silently for some time. Suddenly Jean raised a hand to signal Friede to stop.

“Did you hear that”, she whispered?

“Yes. It sounded like the chain of a well when winding up the bucket”, Friede whispered back.

“That was a capercaillie cock displaying to impress a hen. The bird is very rare. In Germany it lives only in the Alps and here in the Black Forest. I came here chiefly to get some footage of it. Lets hope well get a glimpse of it”.

They continued their stealthy walk until Jean raised her hand again. “There it is”. She pointed towards a clearing. A huge black and blue bird was strutting there, throwing its head back and making the noises they had heard. Above each eye it had a little red spot. The feathers glittered in a metallic way.

“A beautiful bird. I am impressed”, remarked Friede.

“The hen is not half as impressive. It’s a bit to the left”.

Friede noticed the inconspicuous brown bird watching the cock.

“Male birds are almost always much more impressive than the females”, Jean explained. By the way: Did you know that the dinosaurs did not die out at all”?

“You are kidding. They died out at the end of the cretaceous period”.

“Yes, that was the common belief until a few years ago. But scientists have changed their mind. Most of them died out, but some of them survived and are now called – birds. You are watching dinosaurs”.

“Wow”! Friede was stunned.

The cocks display apparently was successful. The hen turned around, and the cock jumped it.

“Let’s move on”, Jean hissed.

“Wait a moment. There are some dark honey fungi over there”.

Friede knelt by some brown mushrooms and got them out of the ground with a twisting movement.

“Don’t cut mushrooms off above the ground; the base of the stem gives a lot of information for identifying them”, she explained.

“Why do you carry a knife then”, asked Jean?

“Some small mushrooms are too brittle for twisting them out. You get them out by sticking the knife into the ground near the stem and using it as a lever. The actual mushroom is much bigger, by the way, but beneath the ground. It stretches a few kilometers in all directions there”.

“Now it is my turn to go wow. I never knew that”.

“And here is some ribwort. Good against coughs and for wound healing. You cut off herbs close to the ground; that’s another reason for carrying a knife”.

“I see. I must admit I could not recognize any mushroom or herb”.

“Well, you probably recognize these”. Friede pointed to some mushrooms with a white stem and a red cap dotted with white spots.

“Fly agaric. Yes, I recognize them. You often see them in fairy tale illustrations”.

“Yes. The mushroom of the witches”.

Friede knelt by the mushrooms to pluck them.

“Why do you collect those? Even I know they’re poisonous!

“That’s only half true. They contain muscinol, a strong hallucinogenic. Actually the strongest natural hallucinogenic. Shamans of the Inuit and of tribes in Uzbekistan and Kirghizia use them. Actually they usually drink the urine of reindeer. The reindeer eat the mushrooms; the hallucinogenic does not affect them and is excreted with their urine. I never tried it so far, but as a Wicca woman I should”.

“Isn’t it dangerous”?

“Not if you know how to dose them, and I do”.

Jean thought for a moment. “Would you mind if I tried them with you”?

“Not at all. Why, do you want to turn Wiccan yourself”?

“I’m tempted”. Jean touched one of the mushrooms.

“Well, now that I know they are dinosaurs I am tempted to study birds as well”, smiled Friede. “You know what: You teach me the way of birds, and I teach you the way of herbs and mushrooms. Deal”?

“Deal”. The girls shook hands on their bargain.

“Are you left-handed or right-handed”, asked Jean? “I saw you cut that mushroom with your right hand, and now you give me your left”.

“I’m ambidextrous. I do some things with my left hand and some with my right”.

“I’m originally left-handed. But I had to teach myself to use the right hand for my piano playing, and now I do most things with my right. But some things like shaking hands still feel more natural with the left hand. Wait, did you hear that”?

“Yes; sounded like a short cry”.

“A peregrine falcon. Let me get out my field glasses”. Jean’s left hand reached into her bag and came back with the binoculars. She stared up to the sky through them.

“It is circling up there. I hope I can film it going down to earth. They are incredibly fast. One has been measured at a speed of 389 km/h or 240 mph. They are the fastest animals in the world. Aw, there it went. Too fast for me”.

“They must come like a streak of lightning for their prey”.

“You bet they are”.

“Look, a lake. Shall we go swimming”?

“Would have to be in the nude. I don’t have a bathing suit with me”.

“So what”?

“So nothing. Let’s swim”.

The two girls peeled off their clothes. Friede revealed a huge black bush, and Jean saw she had not shaved her legs or armpits at all. Friede noticed her stare.

“Hair is natural. I don’t see a reason for shaving my legs or my pussy”.

“Well, I don’t shave either. But my hair does not show as much as yours since it is of a much lighter color”.

“You have nice breasts. Small and firm”.

“Yours are definitely bigger than mine”, admitted Jean. “But I like them”.

An awkward moment of silence.

“Let’s do a swimming contest”, Jean suggested. “Whoever is first on the other side of the lake wins”.

“Okay, on three. One, two, three”.

The two girls jumped into the water and swam as fast as they could. It turned out they were an even match as swimmers, and both arrived at the same time. They laughed, climbed out of the lake and lay there a while, panting.

“Our clothes are on the other side”, remarked Jean after a while. “We have to swim back to get them”.

A wicked gleam appeared in Friede’s eyes. “Let’s run naked through the forest”.

“You are totally nuts”, laughed Jean.

“Yes, I am. Are you game”?

“Alright, you fruitcake; I’ll come with you”.

The girls got up and started running. Jean shot an admiring glance at Friede as they ran. Friede looked back, and for a few seconds their eyes locked while running. When they looked back the way they were going it was too late to avoid the crater that had appeared in front of them, and both girls rolled down the slope screaming. At the bottom they collided with a metal object.

“Ouch, that hurt”, grimaced Friede. “Are you alright”?

“Yes, just a bit shaken”.

“So am I. Hey, what is this we bumped into”?

“If I believed in extraterrestrials I would say this is an alien spaceship. But that kind of stuff happens only in movies”.

“It’s huge. Do you think it caused this crater”?

“Well, if it did the aliens had a crash”.

“Provided they are aliens”. The girls got up, and Friede touched the metal object. A panel slid open with a slight hiss.

“The aliens invite us in. Shall we follow their invitation”, Friede asked?

“Yes, lets get in. I’m curious now”.

Friede carefully put her head through the opening and stepped in.

“It”s very dark in here. And it smells bad”.

“Once we are in there will be some light from outside. And our eyes will adjust to the darkness”.

“You’re probably right. Alright, come in, I’ll give you a hand”.

Jean grabbed Friede’s outstretched hand and got in too.

“That smell is horrible”.

“Yes. Come, we will hold hands while getting further in”.

Jean got beside Friede, and together they carefully stepped further into the contraption. Suddenly they both stopped.

“I stepped into some liquid”, said Friede.

“Me too. What is this stuff”?

Their eyes had adjusted meanwhile. They could see shelves all around, on which were large transparent containers that held a green liquid. Some of these containers had fallen down and smashed, and the liquid was oozing out of them. The girls stood in a puddle of that liquid.

“I can’t stand the smell anymore. Let’s get out of here”, suggested Jean.

“Yes, I cant stand it either”, agreed Friede. “Let’s get out”.

When the girls climbed out of the contraption again they noticed they were surrounded by military with guns. Two figures in protection suits that covered them completely approached them.

Friede and Jean automatically raised their hands. “We are harmless. Put away your guns”, Jean croaked.

“Stay where you are”, one of the figures replied with a female voice. “We have to decontaminate you roughly and put you under quarantine, where we will decontaminate you more thoroughly and examine you for any strange organisms”.

“Our clothes are somewhere at the lake. And my car is parked outside the forest”, Friede remarked.

“Mine too”, added Jean.

“We will give you other clothes. And you can get your cars when we let you out of quarantine”.

“And when will that be”, asked Friede?

“We can’t foretell that. It depends on the results of our examinations. Do you

realize that you two acted incredibly stupid? God only knows what virus or other microorganism you two have caught. You better pray to whatever deity you believe in”.

The two girls hung their heads in silence.

“Close your eyes; I am going to decontaminate you now”, said the other figure in protection suit, obviously a man. The girls closed their eyes, and he started spraying them head to toe with some liquid.

“This is of course just a preliminary decontamination”, he explained. “At the research center we have facilities to do it more thoroughly”.

He turned to the soldiers.

“Take these two idiots to the sterile car, but keep your distance to them”, he commanded. “We will examine this contraption”.

“Yes, Colonel Hoffmann”, replied one of the soldiers. He gestured to the girls. “I am Sergeant Fischer. Follow me”!

He turned on his heels and climbed up the crater. The girls felt very browbeaten and ascended the crater silently behind him. When they were out of it Sergeant Fischer pointed down a path and said: “This way. You two in front. And don’t try to run away; I will shoot you if you do”.

The girls were scared as hell but said nothing, just trotted down the path with drooping heads. They felt extremely exposed and humiliated in their nakedness.

After a while they reached a parking place where stood a kind of ambulance and four military jeeps. A man in a protection suit got out of the ambulance and opened the rear door. He gestured the girls to get in, and they obeyed. He locked the door behind them, got into the driver seat and started the car.

After a few minutes Friede timidly asked: “Where are you taking us”?

“I am not supposed to tell you”, replied the driver. “You will be told all you need to know soon enough”.

Half an hour passed, and finally the car came to a hold. The driver got out of the car and opened the rear door.

“Get out, we are there”.

The girls got out and blinked into the light. A woman in a protection suit approached them.

“Welcome to the exobiology research institute. My name is Dr. Johanna Niedermayer. I head this facility. It is top secret: only very few people know about it. Here, put these clothes on”.

She handed each of the girls a white linen suit.

“These are not exactly fashion items, but they will have to do for now”.

The girls eagerly put on the suits, glad to be able to cover their nakedness. They had however hardly put them on when they started to fidget.

“What the hell are these suits made of”, inquired Friede? “They itch like hell”.

Dr. Niedermayer was surprised. “This should not happen at all. Get out of the suits”.

The girls quickly pulled the suits off. Their skins were covered with red pustules.

“This is not a good sign at all”, Dr. Niedermayer said gravely. “You are definitely contaminated in some way. I am afraid you will have to stay naked for the time being until we find out what kind of fabric you don’t react allergic to. I fear you wont even be able to sleep in a bed”.

The eczema slowly subsided and the girls stopped fidgeting. They were scared out of their wits now. What in the world was happening to them?

“Follow me in”, Dr. Niedermayer said and walked towards the house. She opened the door and led the way to a laboratory. On their way they passed several people in protection suits.

“Sit down”. Dr. Niedermayer gestured towards two chairs. The girls sat down but quickly got up again.

“Do the chairs itch as well”, Dr. Niedermayer asked?

The girls nodded.

“This is much worse than I expected”. Dr. Niedermayer frowned. “Can you sit down on the tiled floor”?

The girls tried and found the floor acceptable.

“This complicates matters a bit”, remarked Dr. Niedermayer. “I fear your stay here will not be a comfortable one. I am really sorry about that”.

“It is not your fault”, replied Friede.

The doctor took an instrument out of her desk.

“This is a Geiger counter. I will test you for radioactivity first”.

The doctor used the instrument on the two girls and gave a satisfied grunt.

“Well, that settles that. You are not radioactive at all”.

Jean and Friede sighed with relief.

“I will take a few blood, skin, hair and saliva samples from you now. I also ask you to provide me with urine and stool samples. You can do that in these two cabins. Do you need a laxative for the stool samples”?

“Yes please”, whispered Jean.

“Alright, but let me take the other samples first. I need your names, by the way”.

“Friederike Greifswald”.

“Jeanine Gail Tolleson.

The doctor entered their names into a computer.

“Date of birth”?

The girls gave their birth dates.

“You two are almost exactly of the same age. Just a few days of difference between you. May I call you Jeanine and Friederike”?

The girls nodded.

The doctor hit a key on her computer, and a printer started rattling. She went to the printer and returned with two sheets of paper.

“Alright. You first, Friederike. Give me your left arm”.

Friede stretched out her arm.

“Make a fist”. the doctor said. “Ah, you have lovely veins”.

The doctor injected a needle into Friedes arm and started getting her blood samples. She stripped a few labels from one of the sheets and pasted them on the samples. She then plucked a hair from Friedes head and sealed it into a plastic bag which she labeled as well

“Open your mouth please”. Friede opened her mouth. The doctor took a cotton bud, used it on the inside of one of her cheeks and then sealed and labeled it into another bag.

“I will now take a little skin sample out of your left thigh. Don’t worry, I will numb the area first; it wont hurt a bit and also won’t leave a scar”.

The doctor sprayed an area on Friedes left thigh with some liquid, then took a scalpel and cut out a little piece of skin, which she placed into another plastic bag

“I am afraid I wont be able to bandage this due to your allergy, so I will just spray an astringent on it to stop the bleeding. I hope you wont react allergic to that. There, that was all. Now it’s your turn, Jeanine”.

She treated Jean the same way as Friede.

“Alright, time for your urine and stool samples. Here, take these laxatives”.

The doctor handed both girls a pill and a glass of water.

“I fear you will have to deliver the stool samples standing and will have to handle them with your bare hands since you will probably react allergic to any kind of toilet seat or gloves. You can wash your hands inside the cabins afterwards. Pee into these plastic cups and seal them, put the stool samples into these plastic bags and seal them as well”.

The girls took the laxatives and disappeared into the cabins. A few minutes later they returned with the sealed plastic bags.

“Now that we have taken the skin samples we will completely decontaminate you. Keep your eyes closed while showering, raise your arms and spread your legs. The water will come from all sides”.

“Doctor, I feel an itching all over my body, including head and face. Not on my skin; it appears to be inside”, said Friede.

“I feel it as well, doctor”, added Jean.

“We will examine you further tomorrow; I hope the laboratory will have the first test results by then. Take your showers now. We will blow you dry after the shower; keep your eyes closed until you are dried”.

The girls stepped into the showers. The doctor pressed two buttons and the showers started to work. After a while the doctor switched off the showers and started the blow dryers inside the cabins. After some time she switched them off and said: “Alright, you can open your eyes and come out now”.

The doctor heard screaming from both cabins, and then the girls rushed out. They were completely hairless from head to toe; they did not even have eyelashes anymore.

“Why the hell did you not tell us the showers would take our hair”, Friede yelled at the doctor?

“We look like some fucking aliens now, shouted Jean”!

“I am extremely sorry about this but believe me, this is absolutely unexpected. You were not supposed to lose your hair at all. This must be due to your contamination”.

The girls fell silent and started to tremble.

“Doctor, what is wrong with us”, Friede finally whispered?

“I wish I knew”, replied the doctor. “I suggest you take these sedatives before you go to sleep. The head nurse will show you to your room. Try to use the beds for sleeping. If it turns out to be impossible I am afraid you will have to sleep on the floo

Interlude

The following conversation took place in a complicated sign language that involved the whole bodies of the participants. That language is much more expressive than any human language; an exchange of gestures that takes only a few seconds contains as much information as the complete works of William Shakespeare. The word “gestures” may be a bit misleading here; it includes changes of skin color and pattern as well as the emission of body odors. The optical signals were however not perceived by eyes but by organs that detect changes in the electromagnetic field. Due to these facts the transcript of this conversation is inevitably flawed.

To a human being the conversation would have looked like a short movement in a ballet. The names of the protagonists have no equivalent in human language at all and can thus not be written; they are completely made up and only serve to show which part of the conversation was contributed by which entity (note the avoidance of the word “person” here).

The conversation did also not happen in the chronological order given here; all the participants “spoke” at the same time. It also included several subjects; for reasons of simplicity only the parts which are relevant for the story are reported here.

Braxelle: “What is the situation on 5A0B1397”? (note: The numeral system of the entities involved in this conversation is based on the number 12; in order to represent this the digits “0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 A B” are used).

Ragovia: “The metamorphosis vessel apparently crashed. Control systems don’t send any signals”.

Vagolina: “Damn it”! (Note: The entity actually uttered a much more complicated curse that is absolutely untranslatable).

Ragovia: “The surveillance module however reported two female inhabitants of reproductive age from 5A0B1397 to have entered the vessel. Apparently they came into direct contact with metamorphigone probably some of the transportation containers cracked”.

Degortine: “Which means the mutational process will be much faster with them”.

Ragovia: “Exactly. The two females were then picked up by a military unit in protective gear and brought to a biological research facility”.

Vagolina: “How protective is that gear”?

Ragovia “It will not be able to prevent the process completely but will probably slow it down. This is however not of much significance the two females have absorbed so much metamorphigone that the transformation of the intelligent race on this planet has become unstoppable. The major plan failed, but the reserve plan still works”.

Braxelle: “So operation 5A0B1397 is a success”?

Ragovia: “In the long run yes”.

Degortine: “Satisfactory. How about the situation on 32B15768”?

End of interlude

The girls tried out the beds but quickly found them to be intolerable, so they lay down on the floor instead. Jean reached up and switched off the light. The room was totally dark now. The girls remained silent in the dark for a while, both occupied with their own thoughts.

“I am so very scared”, Friede finally said.

“So am I”, replied Jean.

“Hold me close, will you”?

“Yes, if you hold me close as well”.

The girls embraced, and both began to weep silently until they both fell into an uneasy sleep.

Friede was the first to awake, and she felt something was different. She reached up for the light switch, but could not find it at first. After some fumbling around she finally detected and flipped it. What she saw when the light went on made her give a startled cry which woke Jean as well. She was equally startled as Friede.

Both had changed their skin color during the night. Friede was now sky blue with grass green leopard spots in her face and on her head, her arms, her legs and her back: only the belly and breasts did not have any. Jean was grass green with sky blue tiger stripes in the places where Friede had her spots. The coloring was only slightly visible though, but it was definitely there. They were also sprouting short hairless tails.

“We have changed some more”, Friede said. It hurt when she spoke, and either her hearing had become bad or she could not speak very loud at all. Her sight had become somewhat blurry as well, and her voice had a higher pitch than usual.

“Why do you whisper”, asked Jean, only to notice the same symptoms as Friede?

“Good morning, ladies”. Dr. Niedermayer had appeared on the other side of the glass screen. “We noticed your change of color during the night. You are of course under constant surveillance”.

“Doctor, we have problems with our eyesight and either our voices or our hearing, perhaps both”, Jean told her.

“I can hear you have trouble with speaking”, Dr. Niedermayer replied. “We will check your hearing and your eyesight. But first I have to tell you something. I have some good and some bad news for you. The good news first. There is no alien organism inside you”.

“But why are we changing then”, inquired Friede?

“That brings us to the bad news. Your DNA has changed completely; it is definitely no longer human DNA. We have no idea what effects this will have on you, but apparently it has some very strong ones. And we suspect there are more changes to come”.

“You mean we are no longer human”, Jean asked in disbelief?

“Yes. We have no idea what you are now, but human beings you are definitely not”.

“These are horrible news”, Friede cried out! “How can you be so calm about this”?

“Believe me, I am not calm about it at all; it is just that I had the results of the DNA analysis two hours ago already. I know it must be terrible for you”.

“You have no idea how terrible it is”, shouted Jean! “We no longer belong to the human race. We are two aliens stranded on Planet Earth, or perhaps we aliens call this planet ‘Gaffosh’ or ‘Brstlklmpf’ or whatever. And no-one knows in what other ways we will change. Maybe we will turn into some protoplasmic slime”.

“We will perform CT scans of your bodies today as well as ultrasonic scans. They will tell us if and in case yes how your inner organs and your skeletons have changed. Unfortunately there won’t be any breakfast until we are finished with these scans. But we have the facilities for scanning two people at the same time, so it won’t take too long”.

“And what if you find they have changed”, asked Friede? “Is there some kind of therapy then? Or are we just interesting medical objects of study”?

“I am afraid we would not have any therapy, but I can assure you you are certainly not just interesting objects of study. You are patients”.

“Patients who are hopeless cases”, Jean said bitterly.

“You are understandably upset. I will inject you some sedatives”.

Dr. Niedermayer put on a security suit and then proceeded to the room the two girls were in. She had to pass a decontamination chamber for that, and she decontaminated herself on the way in as well. That was standard procedure to make sure no additional germs were brought in when visiting contaminated people. She approached the girls carefully and injected both some Benzodiazepine. Soon Jean and Friede felt as if their minds were wrapped in cotton fluff. They noticed the scans, but it felt as if everything happened in slow motion, and they did not care about them at all.

When the examinations were over Dr. Niedermayer injected them Flumazenil to counter the sedation, and after some time the girls felt their minds were back to normal again.

An hour later Dr. Niedermayer appeared again. She looked quite unhappy.

“Hello Jeanine and Friederike”.

“Hello Doctor. How much have we changed inside”, asked Friede?

“I’m afraid you two have changed quite a lot”, Dr. Niedermayer replied somberly. “You did of course notice how your skin has changed. You larynges have grown significantly smaller as well as your vocal cords, which accounts for your higher and hushed voices”.

“Will we lose our voices”, Jean interrupted quickly?

“I don’t know, but if the process continues I am afraid yes”.

The two girls looked stricken

“It appears as if something else is forming to replace them, but we have no idea yet what it is, so we don’t know if it will be some other organ for producing sounds. There are also signs of organs forming between your spinal cords and your backs. And then there appear to be some skeletal changes to your arms, hands, legs, feet and jaws. Do you notice any strange feelings in them”?

“My hands and feet feel a little stiff, and my arms, legs and back hurt a bit, but I thought that was from sleeping on the floor”, answered Friede. “And my jaws feel stiff as well”.

“The same for me”, Jean added.

“There are also some anomalies around your mouths, eyes, ears, noses, genitals, anuses, nipples, the tops of your heads and your bellies, and of course there is the matter of your tails. It actually looks as if you are growing additional nipples, like most mammals have, but we are not certain about that, and we have no idea what the other anomalies will lead to”.

“In other words: We are changing everywhere”, Friede said with a sigh.

“That’s how it appears, yes”.

“Great news indeed”, Jean said sarcastically. “If I were the Queen of Hearts I would have you executed. Off with her head”!

“I am glad you take it with some humor, even if it is a grim one. We will test your eyes, ears and vocal organs later, but first the nurse will bring you something to eat”.

Friede and Jean suddenly realized they were extremely hungry indeed. And they were served really excellent food by the nurse who of course wore protective clothes. First there was a French onion soup scalloped with cheese and croutons that tasted excellently to the girls. Then followed a steak with croquettes, chanterelles and a mixed salad. However, when the girls cut off some off the steak and bit into it they had an unpleasant surprise; Friede lost two and Jeanine even three teeth.

They immediately rang for the nurse. When she arrived Friede complained: “The steaks are much too tough”.

“Yes”, added Jeanine, “you lose your teeth when eating them”.

The nurse cut off a piece of the meat and examined it. “I can assure you these steaks are very tender. If you lose teeth when eating them it must be due to your changes. I will inform Dr. Niedermayer immediately”.

She took a cell phone out of a pocket of her protective suit and dialed a number. “Dr. Niedermayer? Please visit our patients immediately. They lost some teeth while eating though the meals are of perfectly normal consistence”.

“I’ll be over right away”, Dr. Niedermayer replied. “Grind the food of our patients and serve it to them again”.

The nurse took the food away and returned after a few minutes. The food on the plates was now a suet. The girls spooned it reluctantly at first, but their hunger was simply too big, and after all the taste had not changed at all, so they finally ate with a good appetite, only with spoons now instead of knives and forks.

While they were eating Dr. Niedermayer came in. “We did not examine your teeth yet, but we will do this as soon as possible now. Dr. Pflüger is our dentist; I already informed her. She will come to you as soon as you are finished with eating”.

The girls silently consumed their chocolate pudding. They were afraid their teeth might fall out completely. After they had finished their pudding two nurses in protective gear appeared rolling in two huge glass bells on wheeled platforms.

“These bells will be used for transporting you”, one of the nurses explained. “They are airtight and will be decontaminated after each use. Get in”.

Doors in these bells slid open with a hiss. The girls got in, and the doors closed again after them.

They were wheeled into the decontamination chamber, where the bells and the nurses were sprayed with a disinfectant. After leaving the decontamination chamber through the other door the nurses pushed the bells along a corridor. Before getting into the dentist lab they had to pass another decontamination chamber.

(Note: This decontamination procedure will from now on be executed every time when entering or leaving a room. However, since it would disrupt the flow of the story it will not be mentioned anymore. All rooms in which the two protagonists leave their bells will also be decontaminated afterwards, and all persons coming in contact with them will use a decontamination chamber).

Dr. Pflüger was in her mid-thirties and wore horn-rimmed glasses. “You are Miss Greifswald and Miss Tolleson? I am Cornelia Pflüger. So you lost some teeth during your lunch today”?

“Yes”, Friede answered. “And the food was supposedly of normal consistence”.

“And you never had problems with your teeth before”?

“I visit my dentist regularly”, Jeanine mentioned. “And I never had any problems”.

“The same with me”, Friede added.

“Then you sit down first in the dentist’s chair, Miss Tolleson”.

Jean followed this request. The dentist folded the chair back. “Please open your mouth wide”. Jean did as she was told. Dr. Pflüger bent over her and looked into her mouth. She especially checked the gums; she also tapped all teeth. Finally she was finished with her inspection.

“Now you please, Miss Greifswald”.

“How are my teeth”, Jean asked?

“Let me please check Miss Greifswald first; I will answer you then”, Dr. Pflüger replied.

She treated Friede the same way as she had treated Jean. Finally she finished her examination and sighed.

“Well, there is no doubt; your gums have receded a lot. Your teeth sit very loosely in them. If your illness or whatever it is progresses, and that’s the way it looks since new symptoms appear all the time, I fear they will soon fall out completely”.

“Great”, Friede said sarcastically. Twenty-five and already a toothless grandma”.

“That”s not the only thing I noticed. There are also anomalies regarding your jaws. Apparently there are changes as well. I can’t say yet what they will lead to yet. Since these changes have happened rather quickly I will examine you daily now”.

“I am hungry again”, Friede said.

“Me too”, Jean added.

„As far as I know you have just eaten“, the dentist remarked.

Yes, but nevertheless. I could swallow a whole cow“, Friede sighed.

Hm, it looks as if there are more changes on the way. That requires energy and nutrients, hence the hunger. When children have a hunger like this you can be certain they will grow during the night. I will give notice to the kitchen so you get some more food“.

Very much please”, Jean begged.

You have to eat something with a lot of calories. Chocolate would be good, but with the state your teeth are in you would only lose more of them immediately. Maybe they should give you liquid chocolate”.

“Two huge pots of it”, Friede said.

For me too”, Jean supplied.

Are you certain you can eat that much”, Dr. Pflüger asked, half amused and half worried?

Absolutely certain”, the two girls confirmed in unison

The dentist dialed a number on her phone.

“Mrs. Schuster? How much chocolate do you have in the store room? Oh, that much? Great! Can you please melt four kilograms of chocolate in huge pots and bring them up to the ultra sterile section? Yes, four kilograms, you heard right. Thanks a lot”.

The dentist turned back to her patients.

“Nurse Brünhilde and nurse Gertrude will bring you back to the ultra sterile section. You can eat there then. As far as I know there are some more examinations in store for you”.

“Yes, our eyes and ears are being checked as well”, Friede mentioned.

“I can tell something is wrong with your eyes with the naked eye, and I am a dentist, not an ophthalmologist”.

“I see everything as if through a veil”, Jean declared.

“Me too”, Friede added. “It was not that bad this morning”.

“There appears to be a milky semitransparent film on your eyes”, said the dentist.

Two nurses appeared and took the girls, who were still sobbing, back to their ward. A little later, four large pots of liquid chocolate on four hotplates were wheeled into the room on a trolley. The two girls were handed a huge spoon each. They stopped sobbing. Their hunger was just too great, so they started shoveling down the chocolate.

When they had emptied the pots, Jeanine and Friederike used their fingers to clean them completely and licked them again and again.

Finally the pots were completely spotless; however, the two girls were still hungry, and they shared this with Dr. Niedermayer.

“I expected something like this”, she smiled. “That’s why I had two more pots prepared to be on the safe side. If you empty them too, you’ll each have thirty bars of chocolate in your stomachs. Since a bar of chocolate is enough to sustain the body for about eight hours, you’ll have eaten enough for ten days. This is an enormous craving that suggests there will be many more changes”.

The other two pots were pushed in and Jeanine and Friederike began to eat again. When they were finally done, they both had round tummies. It looked as if they were nine months pregnant.

“Are you finally full”, asked Dr. Niedermayer?

“Yes”, Friederike said contentedly and rubbed her swollen belly.

“Yes”, said Jeanine and belched loudly. “Excuse me”.

“Then let’s take you to the hearing test”, said Dr. Niedermayer.

The two girls were brought to the hearing department in their wheelchairs by two nurses in protective clothing. There they were welcomed by Dr. Lehmann, the ear specialist. Of course she wore protective clothing.

“I’m going to do a little hearing test with you now. You’ll be given headphones in a moment, which you will put on. I’ll then play soft noises for you, which get louder and louder. As soon as you think you can hear something, please press the red buttons in front of you. It is best to put your fingers on them right away so that you can react quickly. The tones are of course very quiet and only slowly get louder, so don’t be surprised if you don’t hear anything for a long time. The individual tests are repeated several times because one easily imagines tones; this effect can only be ruled out by repetition”.

The girls had to struggle to see the red button in front of them; it appeared to be very blurry. Dr Lehmann put the headphones on them, and the series of tests began. It always took quite a long time until Jeanine and Friederike finally heard a tone and pressed the button. The test was over after about a quarter of an hour.

“Your hearing is definitely severely impaired for both of you”, spoke Dr. Lehmann. Normally the hearing threshold is 0 decibels, but for you it’s 30 decibels. Have you always had hearing problems”?

“No, never” said Friederike.

“Neither did I”, Jeanine added.

“Such sudden hearing loss can have any possible cause, but it is usually only unilateral; it is very rare that both ears are affected. However, you are special cases and it must be assumed that this deterioration has its cause in your genetic changes, which in turn means it may be progressive, so your hearing is likely to get worse, maybe even to the point of total deafness”.

“My eyes have gotten really bad too”, Jeanine remarked. “And I can hardly speak anymore. It was found that our vocal cords are very atrophied2.

“It’s the same for me. I can hardly hear, see or speak”.

“Do you know Morse code” asked Dr. Lehmann?

The girls shook their heads.

“I strongly advise you to learn it. If you do lose your hearing, sight and voice, at least you can still be communicated with by tapping on your skin. I will inform Dr. Niedermayer to have the Morse alphabet printed out in large type so you can read it too and learn it”.

There was little comfort in the prospect, and the girls hung their hairless heads in sadness.

Next, Jeanine and Friederike were driven to the eye test, but on the way their skin started to be extremely itchy again. They could no longer sit in the wheelchairs and had to stand up. Where their skin had come into contact with the leather of the wheelchair, pustules had developed again.

“This doesn’t look good at all2, said one of the nurses. The name tag on her protective suit identified her as Maria. “Are you in pain”?

She spoke in a loud voice to be heard by the girls.

“No, its just itchy”, Jeanine croaked.

“Yes, as if I had rolled myself in itching powder”, Friederike added with difficulty.

“Can you see enough to follow us”, asked Clara, the other nurse? She also spoke with a raised voice.

“Yes, it’s alright”, both girls answered at the same time. You could hear from their voices that they had trouble speaking. With their round bellies they waddled laboriously after the two nurses and eventually arrived in the optical department.

There they were greeted by Dr. Sommerfeld, a somewhat stocky woman. Like the other staff, she wore full protective clothing.

“Hello, Ms. Tolleson and Ms. Greifswald. Please take a seat in these examination chairs”.

“Can we perhaps stand”, Friederike asked? “We get a very itchy rash from the chairs”.

“Hm, that’s a bit more difficult, but let’s try”.

Doctor Sommerfeld climbed onto a small mobile platform and looked their patients into the eyes with a lamp.

“That’s a very unusual change in your eyes”, she remarked. “I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s a thin membrane that’s formed on your eyes. And it’s obviously fused to your eyeballs. The membrane is reasonably transparent at the moment, but as it thickens, you probably wont be able to see anything at all or at most a diffuse light”.

“Cant they be surgically removed”, Jeanine asked?

“The way it’s fused to the eyeballs, unfortunately no. Surgery would inevitably damage the eyes so badly that you would lose your vision. I fear blindness is inevitable for the two of you”. Dr. Sommerfeld sighed. “Let me test your eyesight”-

Dr. Sommerfeld let both girls look into an apparatus; she started with Friederike.

“Look in here for a moment. Several rows of letters will appear there for a while, which get smaller and smaller as you go down. You don’t need to read them out; the device automatically adjusts the sharpness of the image until you can see it as well as possible”.

Friederike looked into the device for a while. Finally there was a beep and the result of the test was printed out. The same was done with Jeanine.

Dr. Sommerfeld looked at the printouts and sighed again.

“The eyesight is down to 30% for both of you”, she explained to the girls.

“Only 30%? Then were almost blind”, Friederike said worried.

“Yes. Unfortunately, glasses or contact lenses cannot be prescribed for a clouded lens; they would be of no use. The only thing I can recommend is a large magnifying glass. I will make sure that you both get one”.

“Thank you, Dr. Sommerfeld”, said Jeanine and yawned audibly. Infected by this, Friederike also had to yawn.

“Are you tired”, asked Dr. Sommerfeld?

“Yes, I think I need a digestive sleep. I ate thirty bars of chocolate in liquid form”, Jeanine replied.

“And me too”. added Friederike.

“Ah, that’s why your bellies are so round. I thought you were pregnant. Well, with all that chocolate it’s no wonder you’re tired. The nurses should take you back to your ward.

“Come on, well take you back”, Sister Clara said.

The girls followed the two nurses to their ward, yawning incessantly. In their rooms they found some sheets of paper with Morse code printed on them in large letters. They sat on the ground and began studying them. They became more and more sleepy, and eventually both of them passed out and fell into a deep sleep.

When they finally woke up again, they had some their orientation problems at first. They couldn’t see or hear anything, but they could still perceive their surroundings. However, it was completely unclear to them what kind of sense it was with which they could do this. They were even able to look inside each others bodies with this sense, whereby “looking” is meant here in a figurative sense because it had nothing to do with actual seeing.

And what they saw there at first frightened them deeply, but this fright quickly disappeared, and instead they felt tremendous sexual arousal. Their eyes, ears, and noses were completely gone, and what had once been their mouths was completely changed. They suddenly had a facial vagina that ran from the forehead to the chin, with strongly pronounced and extremely huge labia and a very large clitoris that was the size of a huge penis. There were breathing holes left and right of this vagina. The mouths had changed within too. The teeth were gone and the inside was lined with the same mucous membrane as a normal vagina. In addition, the oral cavity had narrowed somewhat. Their tongues had grown extremely long and were forked at the tips.

On their heads they had two movable antennae that were about ten centimeters long. Their necks had grown significantly longer and were extremely flexible; they were now about two feet long. Their arms, too, had grown longer; they were now as long as their legs. However, instead of hands and feet they now had hooves.

In addition, they had received two additional pairs of breasts during the night. Both these additional pairs of breasts and the pair of breasts that they had originally possessed were of an enormous size. The nipples were about eight inches long and two inches thick in diameter; they looked like teats.

Their tails were now about six feet long and three inches thick; moreover, in two places they had outgrowths of the same thickness, about two feet long.

Their buttocks had grown extremely large, and vaginas like their facial ones had formed around their butt holes. These vaginas also had luscious labia and a very large clitoris, and they were also lined on the inside like a normal vagina. Even the vaginas they originally possessed now featured these greatly enlarged labia and an extremely huge clitoris. But more than that, all these vaginas were also provided with long and forked tongues and had ovaries and uteri inside, so in theory they could be pregnant in three places and would then not have huge bellies only but also huge hunchbacks and goiters.

Their skin patterns were now much more pronounced and clearly recognizable, the light blue tiger stripes on Jeanine’s deep green skin, the light green leopard spots on the deep blue skin of Friederike.

They tried to speak but no sound came out. They cautiously got up on their hind hooves, but found the weight of their voluminous breasts so annoying that they quickly lowered themselves onto their four hooves. In this four-legged standing position, their breasts hung almost to the ground; their nipples, or rather teats, were only two inches above the ground. After a short while they noticed that liquid was dripping from them, and when they curiously tried one tongue on each teat, which was made possible by the forks in them, they tasted milk.

They quickly found out that speaking wasn’t necessary. Over night they had learned a sign language that resembled a kind of dance. Their long tongues and tails were used extensively in this sign language. The dance was tremendously expressive and extremely erotic.

“We’ve changed a lot”, Jeanine danced.

“Yes, we really aren’t human anymore”, Friederike danced back.

“It’s strange, but I like it immensely”.

“Yes, me too. And I’m sexually aroused like never before”.

“Me too”, Jeanine replied. They bent their long tails forward between their breasts and found that the two protuberances on them fit snugly into both their regular and their anal vaginas and that the rest of the tail was long enough to protrude into their facial vaginas.

They began to push the protrusions in and out of all their vaginas, getting more and more aroused. When they finally came semen spurted from all protrusions into their vaginas, and thick jets of milk spurted from their teats to the ground. And somehow they knew that they both were triple pregnant now.

Epilogue.

The two girls woke up with a terrible headache. They looked at each other and found they looked the same as they had looked when they first met.

“Wow, that was some wild trip”, said Jeanine.

“I told you fly agaric is strong”.

“Yes, you did. It may sound strange but somehow I am disappointed it was only a trip”.

“Yes, me too. I wonder…”.

“What”, asked Jeanine?

“I wonder how much of this a plastic surgeon could do”.

“Not much I fear. Oops, did I really say I fear”?

“Sounds as if you really want these changes”.

“It is strange, but I really do”.

“Me too. If only we knew the genetic sequence for these changes”, Friederike mused.

“Yes. I doubt we could get two working additional ovaries, Fallopian tubes and wombs with plastic surgery”.

“Yes. But the tails, the pussies and the breasts with the teats should be possible. Maybe even the long forked tongues in the vaginas”.

“Yes, and the hair and teeth removal”, Jeanine added.

“What about the voice”?

“Well, we could have our vocal cords severed”.

“It is hard to believe, but I really want to be mute”, said Friederike. “And no hair whatever, no teeth, extra tongues, extra breasts, long teats, extra pussies, hooves and a tail. And the skin pattern”.

“The hair could be removed permanently with electrolysis. And the skin pattern could be done by a tattoo artist. Let’s see a plastic surgeon tomorrow”.

“Yes. Let’s do it”.

 

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