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                         THE GUINEA PIG
                               by
                           RUTH WHITE

                             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?"

                             CHAPTER
                                2

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.

                             CHAPTER
                                3

"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.

                             CHAPTER
                                4

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
diarrhea 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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