The Guinea Pig

Chapter 1

It wasn't that long ago that Gloria Watson had been using drugs
uncontrollably and, out of despair, attempted suicide. Now her
rehabilitation was almost complete. All that remained was a departure
interview with the director of The Institute, the facility which had
saved her life and restored her to sanity. Gloria knew Dr. van Damme
by reputation only and did not know what to expect as she entered her
office.

Dr. van Damme rose to greet Gloria. Gloria tried not to gawk. She
had known that the doctor was a woman, but that she was as strikingly
beautiful as she turned out to be. She was tall, blonde, and dressed
all in white; suit, blouse, hose, and pumps. A small name tag pinned
to her jacket said "von Damme". She wore little make-up and her hair
was gathered up in roll on her head.

"Hello Gloria. It's a pleasure to meet you at last," said Dr. van
Damme extending her hand. "I'm glad your recovery went so well."

Gloria took the proffered hand, shook it, and the two women sat down on
the couch where Dr. van Damme opened the conversation. "Gloria, I
want you to tell me in your own words what happened to you. How you
wound up here, and how your experience here will enable you to function
in the real world again."

"Well, Doctor."

"Please, Gloria, call me Justine."

"My troubles started after I married my ex-husband, Joseph Watson. He
was everything any girl could ask for. Fantastically wealthy,
handsome, and sexually insatiable. He was thirty and I was twenty.
Being young and coming from a lower middle-class family, I was in awe
of him and his wealth. I always felt inadequate around Joe and he did
everything he could to reinforce my perception. What did the marriage,
and me in, was his continual betrayal of me. Joe just could not resist
bedding any blonde with a big chest. I'm sure you've noticed that I
conform to his ideal. I later learned that he has always behaved in
this manner, why he even has a son who is almost my age; he got a girl
pregnant when he was only twelve!"

"After a year of my trying to get him to settle down, he divorced me.
I blamed myself and my shortcomings for this. He provided me an
extravagant settlement and I tried to loose myself in drugs and
alcohol. When that didn't work I tried to kill myself. A friend
shipped me here to your clinic for treatment and to avoid any scandals
in the tabloids."

Dr. van Damme poured out coffee for them. "And what have you learned
from your treatment here?"

"Well, I don't blame myself anymore. None of what happened was my
fault; it all lies with that son of a bitch. I really believe he
wanted to make it with all those women because he's really insecure
about himself. Take his height for example, Joe is only five foot
seven but always wanted to be six feet tall. I don't feel ashamed and
guilty any more. I'm mad as hell and I want to get back at him for
ruining my life and almost causing my death."

"Gloria. Surely you don't mean that."

"I certainly do Justine. I don't know yet what I will do to get even
with him, but I will spend the rest of my life trying, if that's what
it takes."

"You certainly seem determined Gloria. Perhaps we can find a way for
my organization to help."

"But Doctor, I have no more money. I'm broke."

"You needn't worry about that Gloria. Anything's possible."

Dr. van Damme produced a file. "We investigated your husband during
your stay to see if the things you told your therapist were delusions
or reality. It makes very interesting reading. He's certainly
deserving of some severe punishment, and I think it would be even more
fitting if he paid for it himself. I'm sure we can work something
out."

"Oh Justine, could you? Would you? Joe Watson is a powerful and
wealthy man, are you sure you want to get involved?"

Dr. van Damme spoke into her intercom. "Clarice. Bring in a blank
contract form please." Then continued, "Gloria I fear no man like Joe
Watson. My organization operates in many areas, and as a result, has
made numerous friends of real influence and power. Joe Watson can't
hurt me, he can't even find me if I don't want him to. Besides I've
taken down bigger than him before. Now shall we discuss specifics?"



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Joe Watson followed the girl into her hotel suite. Congratulating
him-self silently, he thought, "man, what a fox. She's so hot, and I'm
just the guy to give it to her."

Joe had been captivated by her since he spotted her in his customary
pick up joint. She was all tits and ass and paraded them proudly. His
cock was as hard enough to drive nails and he couldn't wait to ram it
in her.

"Want a drink Joe?" She called from the other room.

"Sure, eh... " He couldn't remember her name. "Make it Scotch and
water."

Joe and his date sat on the couch and sipped their drinks. He wanted
only to rip her dress off and go at it then and there. He played it
cool though, thinking he might be able to enjoy this one for more than
one night.

"Tell you what Joe, why don't I go slip into something more
comfortable?"

She left the room and Joe thought, "Hot damn. Here we go," and downed
the rest of his drink in one gulp.

When Joe's date returned she was wearing something more comfortable; a
sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Joe didn't seem surprised. In
fact, he didn't even notice. The girl eyed his inert form on the couch
for a moment, then dialed the number she had been given. "He's good to
go. Come and get him."

She retrieved her bag and belongings and after making sure that the
door was unlocked she departed, leaving Joe to his fate.



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"You can open your eyes anytime now Mr. Watson. We know you're
awake."

"I was just trying to collect myself and remember what happened," said
Joe.

Opening his eyes he saw an older man wearing a white coat and carrying
a stethoscope. Glancing about he noticed he was restrained in what
appeared to be hospital bed. Furthermore, he saw wires leading from
his bed to a bank of monitors that were meaningless to him."

"What happened? I have a heart attack or something."

"No. Nothing that simple I'm afraid." Let me get the director to
explain the situation to you.

Several minutes later Joe looked up as a pretty blonde entered the
room. "Mr. Watson, welcome back to the world of the living. My name
is Dr. van Damme and I'm sure you have many questions... "

"You bet I do babe. What happened, where am I, and when can I leave."
Joe interrupted.

"To answer your questions in order. You were drugged; slipped a mickey
I think the vernacular is. You are on my private island, far removed
from the United States, and I don't know when, if ever, you can return
there. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Joe exploded.

His answer was a slap from Dr. van Damme that rocked his still woozy
head.

"I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head. The story your
associates will put out is this; as a result of your notorious
womanizing, you have contracted AIDS. You have secreted yourself at a
private clinic outside the United States to undergo experimental
therapy, much as a famous actor did not to long ago. Eventually you
will succumb to your illness and your remains will be cremated. After
that, it won't be long before the world forgets that Joseph Watson ever
existed."

"How could this be happening to me?" Joe wondered. "Who put you up to
this?" He demanded to know.

"The answer, Mr. Watson, is that you did. The way you treated your
ex-wife, and the way you've treated women all your life, caught my
attention. That, and the fact that you were vulnerable."

"That goddamned bitch Gloria. Figure her to get mixed up in something
like this." Joe thought for a minute. "What do you mean vulnerable?"
"You were such a disagreeable person that no one cared for you. We
were able to influence every individual who might be concerned over
your absence. They all sold you out. You were a failure as a person
Mr. Watson. That and your miserly penny pinching did you in."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were too cheap to keep a good law firm on retainer. I'm sure if
you had, that they would have advised you to change your will
immediately after your divorce. As it was, you didn't, and have
created all manner of potential difficulties for yourself. Such as the
one you're in right now."

"Let me go. Look, whatever she's paying you I'll double it, no wait...
, I'll triple it."

"Lets understand one thing Mr. Watson. Your wife didn't put us up to
this. We put her up to it."

"So what's going to happen?"

"When you die, your wife will become executrix and administrate of your
estate, at least until your son becomes twenty- one. She's going to
pay us for our 'treatment' of you and a good portion of the fees will
be rebated to her via overseas bank accounts."

"And how much is this treatment of mine going to run." Inquired Joe.

"About five million dollars to start, but that's just the beginning.
The Institute provides many services; psychological, surgical, behavior
modification, anti-aging, and infertility just to name a few. Many of
these treatments are unsanctioned in the industrialized countries, such
as injecting fetal cells to reverse the aging process. Our many
affluent clients come here, where any treatment they desire can be
provided. Whether or not their nation's medical authorities consider
them effective or ethical. Even so, these treatments have to be tested
somehow and that's where you come in. Your wife made you available to
us to perform research on as part of your punishment. In addition to
the base fee of five million, your wife guarantees us a profit of
thirty-five percent on all procedures performed on you."

"But what exactly is it you plan to do to me?

"The bad news, Mr. Watson, is that we are going to create a new you.
We will change both your appearance and your personality. The good
news is that you have shown a definite preference for the design we are
going to use."

At this point Dr. van Damme retired. Leaving Joe to contemplate her
cryptic announcement as he drifted off into unconsciousness.



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Joe lay in his bed. He didn't want to get out of it. Even walking
across his small room to the toilet seemed to wear him out. He'd lost
all track of time and didn't know how long he had been here. Severe
diarhea had afflicted him shortly after his arrival, he'd lost a lot of
weight, and was exceedingly thin. He still didn't feel quite right,
his skin was pasty white, he'd grown a beard, and his sex drive had
vanished. This last worried him most. Joe had always prided himself
on his virility. He couldn't even get a hard on to masturbate, no
matter how erotic his thoughts.

Joe's image was displayed on a video monitor in the conference room.
The doctor in charge of this phase of his treatment addressed the
audience in the room. "Treatment has proceeded along the determined
lines. The administered dosages of the prototype drug A6D have been
effective. Subject's testes are no longer producing sperm or male
hormones and are degenerating. There has been an ensuing loss of
interest in sex as a result. Subject is, in effect, castrated. I
recommend that A6D be commercially developed and made available to
those governments that have expressed an interest in such a treatment
for chronic sex offenders."

"Thank you doctor," said Dr. van Damme. "Your work, as always, is
praiseworthy. Now our genetic engineering department will have the
floor."

A bearded young man, looking barely old enough to be a graduate
student, approached the podium. "As you all know we have conducted
extensive research into recombinant DNA theory. One of the easiest DNA
chains to manipulate is that of the bacteria, Escherichia coli, which
lives in the human digestive tract. A bacteriophage was introduced
into subjects diet which exterminated all E. coli resident in his body.
Subject then consumed foodstuffs containing our modified species. It
has thrived and far exceeded our expectations."

"This introduced species produces natural estrogenic compounds as
waste, which are then absorbed into the bloodstream through the lining
of the large intestine. Analysis shows that the subject's hormonal
balance is now that of a mature female. The only difficulty is that it
is slightly on the high side. That's not really of any concern in this
case, and we think we've found the cause. We believe this treatment
can be manipulated to do away with the need for repeated dosages of
almost any drug, not just hormones. Early experiments show a potential
for a bacteria that can produce insulin. Furthermore, I personally
feel this line of research warrants additional inquiry as having the
promise to provide a reversible birth-control 'vaccine'."

Dr. van Damme led the room in a standing ovation for the researcher.
"Thank you very much. If I don't miss my guess, you may have a Nobel
Prize in your future."

Standing up, Dr. van Damme spoke into a small microphone. "You may
commence."

Then she addressed the assemblage. "Well, I'm sure we can all agree
that this subject is making an enormous contribution to scientific and
medical knowledge."

Ignoring the snickering that followed her remark, she continued. "Next
is a demonstration of a product that we hope will someday be in every
beauty salon in the world."

While she spoke, attendants had entered Joe's room and restrained him
to the bed. They were busily attaching connections between Joe's body
and a control board.

Dr. van Damme spoke. "As you know women employ many methods of
depilation. Few opt for electrolysis due to the time, pain, and
expense. We hope this device will change all that. A process has been
developed which we call batch depilation. As you know, when a person
comes in contact with voltage, electrical current passes through the
body, more often than not producing death by electrocution. An
exception to this is electricity at high frequencies, not the radio
frequencies used for some electrolysis, but rather four hundred cycles
per second. This electricity passes along the skin. What we do is
pass high voltage four hundred hertz power between electrodes attached
to the skin, after desensitizing it. Then, as the current flows, it
burns out the hair follicles. Let's watch a demonstration."

Speaking into her microphone, Dr. van Damme said "You may proceed with
the presentation now."

Joe didn't know what was going on. He offered no resistance, lacking
both the energy and the inclination for such a move. His skin had been
coated with a slimy gel which tingled for a moment then stopped. Metal
bands had been fitted around his body at various intervals from his
feet, up his legs, around his waist, chest, arms, and even his fingers.
He was fitted with a collar and then a cap, not unlike those used with
the electric chair.

The technicians stepped back and threw a switch. There was a humming
sound and Joe felt the skin on his right calf tingle. After a period
it stopped, only to be repeated at another location on his body. There
was the odor of burned hair in the air. Finally, the bands were
removed and a mask was fitted over Joe's face and the procedure was
repeated there. The technicians removed all their equipment. An aide
came in and helped Joe to the bathtub.

Dr. van Damme changed the video pickup to the bathroom and she and her
staff observed as Joe was bathed. They watched with fascination as the
goo was scrubbed from Joe's body, for along with it came his hair.

All of it!

"As you can see it is quite effective. We can choose the area to be
treated. The process is quick, cheap, and relatively painless. You
will notice that the subject now exhibits no hair anywhere on his body
except in the pubic region."

Joe was put back in bed and administered a sedative. Totally hairless,
and bald as a baby, he drifted off to a gentle sleep.



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Joe lay face down on an operating table in an amphitheater. He was
anesthetized and could neither feel nor move. In his euphoric state,
he could not pay attention as the as the surgeon described what was
happening to him.

"Today I am using micro-miniature appliances, incorporating fiber
optics and lasers, to demonstrate some inspiring developments in
surgery."

"First, I am performing liposuction to effect body contouring. As I am
sure you are well aware, this is a high profit margin business for us.
However, I am going beyond conventional routine here today. In order
to create on the subject the smallest waistline possible, as called for
in the treatment protocol."

"Accordingly I have made a small incision at the spine where the lowest
set of ribs connect. I then insert a multiple lead fiber optic cable
to carry video, transmit laser energy, and control the miniaturized
equipment."

The surgeon accomplished this and went on."Now I simply cut through
each rib at the spine, severing them. I inject a radioactive compound,
with a short half-life, into the marrow to kill it. Next I apply a
sealant to the spine to prevent any attempt at reattachment.The rest is
simple. The bones die and gradually become brittle. Subsequently, the
subject is exposed to the ultra-sound shock treatment used to break up
kidney stones. This shatters the now fragile bone, and the body
assimilates the fragments as it would any source of calcium." The
surgeon finished up.

"Another advantage of this procedure is that there is no scarring.
Surgical adhesive is applied to the entry puncture, and we are done."
The surgeon departed with a smattering of applause from the gallery.

Another surgeon appeared in greens. "Good morning. I am going to
continue the physique contouring started by my esteemed colleague. As
you know the subject of weight reduction is complicated by the fact
that once formed by the body, fat cells are never destroyed. When the
body is starved, as when dieting, they just give up their fat and
remain where they are, waiting to be refilled. Liposuction as
performed earlier does remove these, but here I venture a step
further."

The surgeon did something to Joe's hip.

"I separate the fat cells by centrifuging them, then filter them to a
uniform size with a permeable membrane. These cells are collected in a
tank and, using a process I call lipoaugmentation, re- inserted into
the body according to a computer generated matrix. You now need only
place the subject on a high fat diet. When the fat cells refill, the
body assumes the desired profile."

"Notice that I have inserted a probe into the hipbone to function as an
dispenser. It serves as a reference point for the matrix, and the
re-introduced empty fat cells are deposited around it automatically by
the computer."

Nothing more was said as the machines performed their work with
mechanical efficiency. The surgeon readjusted the probe to several
points on Joe's hips and buttocks. Eventually, everything was removed.

At this point two attendants came and rolled Joe over very carefully.
Joe stared up at the ceiling wondering what was going on. He
languished in daydreams, unable to focus on the activity going on
around him. He shut his eyes.

The surgeon, meanwhile, had gone to work on Joe's chest. The needle
was inserted down the center of each nipple to the breastbone. The
surgeon took notice that they were not the typical vestigial nipples of
most males, but rather they exhibited the developmental characteristics
of a pubescent female. The machine completed it's assignment and the
next surgeon entered the operating pit.