Research Assistant

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Billie (actually William) was a strange one. More interested in biology and genetics than the usual human biology. He'd be a great catch for some girl. Not because he was handsome or sexy or anything. He was heir to a huge fortune and it would be fun to spend money without worrying about credit card limits. It had become something standing challenge for most of the graduating year to even get a date with him. But, oddly, he just wasn't interested. His projects - now that's what interested him.

Eventually all of girls found other interests and went off to college, jobs or marriage. They lost touch with the oddballs like Billie sooner than their best-friends-forever. Paige, of course, was no different. It wasn't until nearly a half decade later, a new biology degree in hand, that she ran across him again. He had a huge biological research park. Part zoo, with the huge crowds, part research center, that the crowds were never allowed in.

Paige entered the four storey building to be confronted by a robotic secretary. Most secure facilities used these robots instead of human office managers and security. They were totally unbribable and could not be reasoned with. They'd hold anyone attempting to breach security until the police came. Most of the time, the company would hit them up for massive charges and wreck the lives of the criminals. Few, in these ultra-security conscious era, would think to just let them off.

Paige presented her credentials, submitted to the usual face, iris and brain scan identification booth. It had become standard operating procedure over the past half decade even though there hadn't been any terrorist activity in the developed world in 20 years.  Robotic patrol systems had made transporting explosives or just about any other dangerous material near impossible.  And despite the NRA and it's lobby, they eventually lost the right to bear arms.  Who need to carry arms when even producing a weapon would get a half dozen stun shots from a passing patrol bot.

"It's good to see you again," a familiar voice stated.
"Billie? Is that really you?"
"I go by William now. Much more formal and stoggy, y'know. So how have you been doing?"
"Mostly finishing a degree. I'm your new assistant."
"It'll be good to be working with someone from the old school."

Despite how busy she knew he would likely to be, he insisted on an extended coffee brak to catch up with old times. Rank having its privedges, he insisted. After catching up on everything, he showed her past the breeding pens. Rare and endangered species were the specialty of this center. With human population falling (finally) and learning to be more a part of the biospehere, areas were being reclaimed and that required complete biospheres. Species saved from extinction in liquid nitrogen were now being carefully revived. Paige hoped she'd be able to work in the recovery programs the research park was part of.

Soon, she was installed in her lab. She and a dozen others were working on improving cloning, artifial wombs, ecological recovery, and any number of other interesting projects.

One day, about 8 months after she'd started, Paige received an eMail from William. He wanted to show her his latest work. Hoping to get into the real research, she quickly replied. The return eMail appeared less than five minutes later. She quickly shut down her computer and headed for the research facility only William Gerandian used.

The usual security was augmented by a second and unexpected layer that took nearly 10 minutes to get by. Finally, Paige was admitted to the inner sanctum.

"Sorry about all that but we have very rare specimens and critical projects in here. It wouldn't do let just anyone in here."
"I do understand. I'm curious. What did you have to show me?"
"I've always been fascinated by genetics, as you know."
"Sure. It made you impossible for all the high school girls to get a date with. You just didn't seem interested."
"Hmm. Well, I've discovered that different species aren't quite as different as most believe.
"Well, DNA and all."
"It's more than that. Let me show you," he quickly stepped forward and pressed a gas injector to her arm.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Welcome to the project," he smiled coldly. "Follow me."

What choice did she have? She had no idea what she'd just been injected with. She walked by a dozen or more dark rooms. There wasn't enough light to see anything if there was anything even in them. Only the final one was lit. It held a low bed, a door leading to a second room and little else.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded just as the door closed behind her. From the outside, she could see him through the glass.
"I always loved your hair. It reminded me of my favorite pet as a child. Gina was a lovely Irish Setter."
"But why am I locked in here?"
"You will see. I look forward to a long working relationship with you."

The room was spartan but the next room did have entertainment facilities but nothing else. The cloning research she'd been helping with was out of bounds from this room. After a while, a click announced the arrival of a heating plate and dinner. After a while, the room dimmed. Clearly a signal to head to bed.
The next morning, she felt decidedly strange. She turned over in her strange bed and felt a long rod in bed with her. She pulled at it only to discover it was solidly attached to the base of her spine. It felt like some kind of strange tail. She found her undergarments no longer fit, either. Her hips seemed narrower than usual and her legs shorter. What was happening to her?

He came to visit about three hours later. He merely looked in at her, gave her an absent-minded greeting and walked down the hall to his office. He hadn't heard (or chose not to hear) her question as to what was happening to her. He returned a few minutes later and hung a plaque of some sort outside her window. She discovered there was a faint reflection in the glass across the hall and spent several frustrating hours reading the reversed and faint reflection.

Subject: XTD-094
Species: H. Sapiens Canidae
TF Date:

Canidae? Domestic Dog? What was he doing to her?

Over the next few days, she discovered what he had in mind. The tail, for that's what it was, grew out until it was nearly 50 cm long. Her body continued it's slow changes becoming narrower and less and less human. A fine auburn hair sprouted over her whole body. Her hands slowly changed shape until she could no longer hold anything. Claws grew from the tips of the toes of her new paws. Her legs shrank and twisted until they were more canine than human. Finally, she discovered her head tilting, making it harder and harder to face forward.

After ten days, she could no longer walk upright at all and was forced to pad about like any other dog. The changes slowed as her body became that of a dog. Her body hair (fur?) matched her head hair. Had she seen herself only from the neck down, she would have been certain she was looking at a slightly distorted Golden Retriever. Her breasts, now multiple, had shrunk until they were only slightly larger than those of any other dog.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he breathed as he let himself into the room one morning.
"How can you say that?" Paige demanded panting. "I'm a freak!"
"Oh no. You are my ideal woman," he patted her on her head.

Paige didn't know whether to be angry and bite him (for her teeth had sharpened over the course of her transformation) or enjoy the pat (for it felt so good).
The next morning, when she awoke, she noticed that the final line had been filled in in the reflection:

TF Date: 2094-11-18