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A Dragon's Tail Ch. 01-03

DISCLAIMERS: Any person involved in a sexual act is above the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains some supernatural events, but is not intended to disrespect any religion.

This story also has fictitious members of the Imperial family of Japan. Presently, there are two unmarried princes in the royal family, ages 6 and 62. My characters are not the same ages as existing members of the royal family. I have made up two unmarried brothers, ages 18 and 26, whose mother is now a widow, or dowager princess. There are presently no dowager princesses in the royal family, either. I am hoping that I have treated the royal family, even my fictitious members, with respect.

As for sex, there is little in this one. It has some graphic descriptions, because the main character goes through an involuntary Transgendering from a man to a woman. I am posting it here because I am not sure how it would go over on a non-sexual literature posting site. The story is meant to be open ended, so that the character can be used in many additional stories.


Chapter 1- Discovery

4:18 AM Sunday November 14th ,2010, CIA Headquarters, Langley Virginia, USA

It's the night shift at the Homeland Security Division of the Central Intelligence Agency. The Vigilant Centurian War Room has over one hundred desks, but only a dozen have anyone at them. There are a few agents in the office milling around on assorted tasks, but, in general, it's a quiet night. Three agents are eating their lunch and talking about the Redskins Game. An alarm goes off on one computer, and the Bill puts down his sandwich and looks at the screen.

"What's up Bill?"

"We've gotten an image hit of some sort. OK Paul, it's your turn to guess."

Paul smiles and holds his sandwich to his head. "I see.....I see a Senator on an airport surveillance camera, probably entering Honolulu."

Bill operates the touch screen, "Nope, some girl's picture. This is weird, it's from Japan. I though this system was only set up to track VIPs and potential terrorists entering and exiting the United States."

"Is she hot?"

"No, it's just a little girl. She's doesn't have a real name, she just some code name, FY412. It looks like some sort photo from a news tabloid" Bob stands up, "Does anyone read Japanese?"

Diane's monitor goes off. Diane touches her screen. "Paul, you're such a pig. Why does everything for you come down to how hot the woman is? OK, I just go a second hit, code name FY412. It appears to be something about the kidnapping of a Prince."

Several other monitors start beeping in the office. And different images of the same girl start popping up on each monitor. Several other agents stop what they are doing and start to respond to the screens.

Paul turns to his monitor. "Do we even know who to contact on this one?"

The officer of the watch is at one of the monitors. He picks of the phone and dials a number, "Hello, this is Carl Simmons at the CIA. We've just had a hit on your science experiment from thirty years ago. Robert Hennski appears to be in Japan. Are we going to pick him up?.....I see. I'll assemble the intelligence team, but we'll need at least three ground teams at once, do we have any extraction transport near Japan right now?... Good!... I'd like Janice come in to brief the intelligence team, is she still in Nevada?... She's here in Washington?... Great! Activate her and get her over here. I'll have my team ready for her in two hours."

"OK, LISTEN UP EVERYONE! I'm going to need five of you to volunteer to go with me to Japan for a while. Our target is an American, and we want him alive. We might get lucky and this may be over in two days, but I am expecting this is going to be a two month assignment. This means that I would rather have single volunteers, that won't be thinking about their loved ones over Christmas and New Years. If you don't speak Japanese, we will assign you a translator at the base. You will be doing field work, along with tracking and gathering intelligence, and I will expect you to make contact with our target. This is Area 51 stuff, so don't expect to be able to talk about this mission after you get home. We will have a briefing in two hours, and boarding a plane in three, so make up your minds quickly on this one.

Diane looks up, "It's just a little girl, is she dangerous?"

Carl smiles back at Diane, "If you consider a living, breathing, thermonuclear device dangerous, Yes."

Diane looks puzzled, "Wait a minute, HELLO! This is Homeland Security, and I thought our task here was to keep bombs AWAY from our soil. HEY, anyone for leaving this problem in Japan, please raise your hand."

"It doesn't matter Diane. We have orders, we're going." The Carl walks away towards his office to prepare.

Diane stands up, "Look, it's a little girl. Are you saying that if this child throws a tantrum, she can detonate herself, and take out a city? Does this sound like someone we want to recover? Does it?"

"We're going, and that's final!"

Diane made one last effort, "Can we at least wait around ten years or so, at least until she at least passes through puberty?"

Carl didn't answer; he just went into his office and called his wife.

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An Undisclosed Location in Nevada

All three transports were fully loaded with equipment, and two of the transports were kept fuel ready at any time in the hangar. Only one of the three was ever allowed to be out of service to maintenance and flight testing. The FY Scientists and Technicians and the pilots were driven to the hangar, walked onto two of the fully prepped transports, and took off.

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Yukosuka Naval Base, Kanagawa Prefecture.

The order was given for first assignment. The six man crew of the U.S.S Greywhale made their way to the floating dock. The submersible reconnaissance submarine already had it's four banks of HTS superconducting capacitors charged and ready for an eight week mission. The crew consisted of a captain, the helmsman, a communications officer, an engineer, and two navy seals. It had additional room for two additional specialists.

The mission was clear; without detection, make all haste north, to the coastline near Misawa Air Base and Naval Station. You will pick up a passenger, and depart. The articulated submarine submerged and launched. With its 22 inches of rubber like material, designed of absorb radar, the submarine was never detected on any instrument. The sonar listening devices did log a large mammal leaving the harbor.

Chapter 2 -- A Helping Hand

Two hours later, (8:36PM Japan Time), somewhere in the Aomori Prefecture, Northern Japan (Assume talking is being done in Japanese)

There is a high pitched voice that's trying to contact me. It's muffled, and hard to make out.

Tap, tap, tap! "Lady! If you can hear me, please open the door! Yoo-hoo! Mademoiselle! Fraulein, Kounnen Sie heraushőren mich? Mädchen!" The tapping continued. "Senora! ¿Puede usted oir me? Abir la puerta!"

There is a light in my face, but I can see only patches of red, I start to move my head and cough.

This can't be happening! I have to find my son! He's only eighteen years old and he needs me! I move my hand to my face. I can't see! How can I find my son if I can't see!

Tap, tap! "Hello! You're car slid off the road. Do you speak Japanese? Do you understand me?"

It's been over three days. I must find my son! I can't be in a car accident!

Tap, tap! "You're moving! That's good! Can you hear me? Mademoiselle, Parlez-vous Français? Deutch?"

I raise my hand. "Yes, I can hear you, but I can't see!" I start to cry. How did this happen?

"Oh, you speak Japanese, that's good! You've had an accident. Your car slid off the road. You almost went into the river, but a tree branch stopped your car. I trying to help you, can you open the door?"

I slide my hand along the door, but I can not find the unlock button. "I don't know where it is, I can't see!"

The light goes away from my face, and everything is black. It must be nighttime, and the sun has set. I hear silence, but then the voice from outside the car spoke again. "I can't see where it is either, but your keys have a remote control on them, can you press it?

I reach down and find my keychain. I first press the trunk release, but then manage to unlock the car. The next thing I hear is the passenger door opening. The car moves a little as the figure enters the car. The voice is clearer now, and it's very high pitched.

"Hello, my name is Ahiko, I live close to here, and I'm going to try and get you out."

I turned to look and could not twist my body. I'm stuck! I'm trapped! I'm going to die here and never find my son. Why did I let him go? He's too young to go on a retreat! He's only eighteen years old!... Calm down! She's trying to help! How can she help me?

"Can you call for an ambulance?"

"No, we're in a canyon, there is no reception here. Why were you on this road anyway? I'm the only one within eight kilometers. Did the 'Road Closed' the sign fall down again?" I feel a hand touch my hand, it's cold and very tiny.

"I guess so. I was trying to find someone and got lost. Little girl, why don't you get your father or mother? I don't think you're big enough to help me." I'm fucked! I'm really fucked myself this time! Why is this happening? How is this little girl going to help me?

She is crawling below me at my feet. "Hold on, I can almost reach the seat control."

Please, Oh Please! Help me get out of this! I need to find my son! I then hear the motors controlling the seat. She eases the seat back and tilts the back down. She then unbuckles the seat belt. I'm able to move...a little.

"I'm the only one around here. I have a wheelchair with me. If we can get you into it, I can push you to my home, treat your wounds, and then get help. I have some water, and I've kept it inside my coat so that it's warm. I want you to close your eyes. Do you give me permission to wash the blood away from your eyes so that you can see?"

I shake my head. "Honey, I think you may be too little to help me. Can you go for help?"

"It's eight kilometers to the telephone at the train depot. It will take me two hours to get there. I want to make sure you're OK before I go for help. Do you give me permission to wash the blood away from your eyes?"

"Sure, go ahead." I then feel her move my head and place a towel around my neck. I feel warm water on my face and then another towel blotting my skin. She places the towel in my hand.

"Ok, go ahead and open them." I try opening my eyes and blink. There is a bright light in my face, but then she points the flashlight at her own face. "Can you see me?"

She is about nine years old, but she seems quite in control of herself. Even though her coat is splashed in my blood, she starts checking for vital signs just like a professional doctor. She places her hand at me neck to feel a pulse, holds my head and flashes the flashlight back in my eye for a pupil response, and taps the palms of my hands. She then feels down my body for any additional wounds. If I was her age, I would have been frightened and crying if I had tried to do what she was doing, but she is fully composed. She has a calming effect on me. I'm OK. I'm going to be OK. She's going to get some help, and then I will find my son.

"Yes, I can see you. Little girl, you're being very brave." I try to move again, and a sharp pain runs up my leg. "Aaaaagh! I'm hurt!" My foot is throbbing.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry....Wait...I wasn't touching that leg. Is it broken? Are you OK?"

"No, I'm not OK! I'm hurt, and cold, and I'm lost!" I start crying again.

"Please lady! This is very hard for me. I want to help you! I can try to get you out, but I need your help." There is a pause and the girl backs away. "Do you need a hug? Can I give you a hug?"

I stop and look at my rescuer and try to compose myself. She has pulled out a doll and is holding it tightly to her chest with one hand, and her other hand is on my shoulder. I can feel her little hand trembling as she tries to calm me down.

I take a deep breath, and slowly breathe out. "Sure honey, but be careful."

She puts her doll back into her coat, and gently reaches over and caresses my body. Once again, I feel calmer. I bring my arms around and hug her back. "OK, what you we do next?"

"Stay still, I'm going to make sure your feet are free to move. " She disappears and I feel her moving around at my feet. I can feel her gently move my feet, especially the sore one.

I try not to wince when she touches me. I know she's trying her best not to hurt me. Just moving the seat back has made me more comfortable. I look forward and around to survey the damage. A large, low lying tree branch had struck the windshield. The airbags had deployed, but my head had smashed into the cut glass. There is blood in the cracks of the windshield. I can't make out anything outside the car other than the wheelchair that is near the passenger door. It's dark and cold, and there's snow on the ground.

The girl pops back up. "OK, I think you're free. Can you help me slide you over and out the passenger side?"

We move my body onto the passenger seat. She then crawls below and moves my feet off the floor and onto the driver's seat. She then crawls back around and positions the wheelchair at the door and pulls me into the wheelchair. The child then unlocks the wheels.

"I want you to slowly back away while I hold your legs." It doesn't work, the wheelchair is on a slope, and I cannot pull it back. She ends up going behind me and helps me pull back by tugging on the handles of the wheelchair. We stop backing away when I am about a half a meter away from the car. She then locks the wheels and positions the leg supports for my legs. She returns to the back of the wheelchair and we pull free from the car, my legs drop onto the leg supports and I cry out in pain.

The girl starts to panic. "Aaaagh! I sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm trying my best! I really am! Please don't be mad at me! I'm sorry! It won't happen again! I promise!" She pulls out her doll again and clutches it.

It takes me about ten seconds to catch my breath. "It's OK, you're being a very brave girl, and I appreciate how careful you have been. What did you say your name was?"

She looks at me and tries to compose herself. The girl looks very worried. She then looks up and stares at the sky for a while, and nods. She turns back to me, and I hear her voice tremble as she speaks. "My name is Ahiko. Are you sure you're OK?"

"Thank You, Ahiko. You are not very big, but you have to be the most caring rescuer I could ever wish for. I really don't know I what shape I'm in, but I'm very cold."

Ahiko beamed at being complemented, and gave her doll a big hug.

I look around, but there's not much to see. The sun had gone down and the crescent moon is starting to set. I can hear the river, and the white snow is helping me make out what is land and where the river starts. A few more meters and I would have been into the river. I looked back at the car and saw that the tree branch was what stopped the car. The airbags had done their job, and it was not me that struck the windshield. It was more that the tree branch had pushed the windshield into me. I realize that I was very lucky. The scars on my face would have to be a reminder, that nature had done this in exchange for my life.

I pushed on the wheels of the wheelchair, as she tugged at the handles, and we slowly make our way back to the road. She then walked back down the hill to the car, closes the door, and went to the trunk to close it. She looks through the trunk and grabs a blanket and returned back to the road. She tucked the blanket around me and handed me the flashlight. We turn and she pushes me through the snow. Ahiko sings a folk song as she pushes me along, one for sewing rice seedlings in the springtime. It's a traditional Shinto song that I was taught as a child.

I know Ahiko is trying to lighten the mood, but I am in no mood to smile. I am ready to hang the Master Swordsman. Why did he drag my son to a Kendo retreat in one of the northern prefectures of Japan in November? Why would he come up here? I remember what he said, "It would allow the boys to work on their skills and to concentrate." I imagine kicking him in the rear. Concentrate on that! My car is a wreck! I am cold, sore, and bleeding, and the only thing that is keeping me from screaming right now is this little girl is trying her best to help me out.

As she pushes me along, Ahiko stops singing and asks me if I know any French. "Oui, Mademoiselle!"

She changes the tune.

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez vous? Dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines, Din, din, don! Din, din, don!"

There is something a bit odd about this girl. I am being pushed through the snow in a wheelchair, and she is singing a French nursery song. She is trying to distract me and lighten the mood, but it's not going to work! When she hits the 'Din, din, don' part, she holds on the handles of the wheelchair, kicks her feet to the side, and clicks her heels together, as if she is a bell clapper, striking the bell. I smile, my mood improves a bit, and I join in singing with her. Snow falls as I point the flashlight forward along this empty stretch of road. Large snowflakes seem to burst onto view, and then disappear, as they pass through the beam of the flashlight. It feels like we are the only two left in the world. The walls of the canyon repeat voices back at us, as we make our way along the road.

Chapter 3 -- The Briefing

At the same time as the rescue, The CIA briefing room, Langley Virginia, USA:

Carl Simmons and the five agents are sitting quietly, each with a laptop case and carry on bag at their feet. An elderly lady slowly walks to the front of the room. She is in her early sixties, and limping a bit. She inserts a thumb drive into the computer system, and starts her presentation.

"Good Morning, gentlemen. My name is Janice Williams. Our target is FY412, also known as Robert Hennski. Robert is an American citizen, born in 1943, and served six years as an army ranger during the Vietnam war from 1966 to 1971. His last known location was in Vietnam in 1983, where he was using the old Viet Cong tunnel systems to avoid being found.

Click. The front page of a Japanese Tabloid Magazine appears.

"This is the photo from a tabloid in Japan. We don't know how old the photo is, but it is defiantly Robert. My guess from the photo is that he may have taken a female name by now, but we are not sure of this. He is 68 years old, but should appear as a ten year old girl. He can probably pass for male of female, depending on his clothing and hairstyle."

Click. A photo of the same person appears.

"This is a photo taken of him 29 years ago. As you can see, he has probably not aged in thirty years. He can still die from a bullet to the head, but without a similar instantly fatal event, he should be considered immortal. He has not triggered our detectors, so our guess is that he has either found a cave, or formed one by melting the rocks. We have a post office box in the Aomori prefecture in northern Japan, and a title, 'Angel of the Mountain'. The 'Angel of the Mountain' seems to confirm the habitat will be either a natural or manmade cave."

One of the agents chimed in, "Excuse me, but did you just say 'formed a cave by melting the rocks'?"

"Yes." Janice turns to the agent and faces him without changing expression. Janice holds up her right hand and removes her glove. Her hand is missing her pinky and ring fingers. What's left of the hand and arm is covered with burn scars. "When he wants to, Robert can generate a field around his body that exceeds 5000F. I want you to know that I don't blame Robert for this, and you should not either. What happened that day was an accident, but I believe that Robert blames himself for the loss of life. Robert ran away and disappeared that day, and we tracked him around the world, but we lost him in Vietnam. This is the first chance we've had to contact him in over thirty years."
"So, he's some sort of genetic experiment?"

"This is not a voluntary thing that we did. Robert is a victim of the FY virus. He exposed to the virus in New Mexico in the winter of 1978. The virus is 84% fatal. Robert is our one and only fluke survivor of the second stage attack of the virus. You know Robert as FY412, because he was the 412th of over 5000 modern documented people to have been afflicted with this disease. Our first documented case of this virus was in Los Alamos, New Mexico back to the 1946. We think this version of the virus was formed when a normal virus mutated just after a nuclear test. This virus is global, and your chances of catching it are about one in one hundred million. With the current 15 billion people on the planet, that means that about 150 people are affected each year. Each person has a unique reaction."

"As for the code name, FY is our name for this retrograde virus. FY stands for Fountain of Youth, but I don't think you want this one. We have had some success improving the odds when we catch the victims in the early stages of the virus. The virus removes about 10% of you DNA, and causes a 'rebirth'. This 'rebirth' takes about four months, and removes about eighteen years of aging. If you are below eighteen years old, you seen to be reborn to about nine or ten years old, right before you enter adolescence. You will re-grow your teeth, your appendix, your tonsils, and anything else that you had removed, but the devastating part is the loss of DNA. Loss of specific genes can cause Diabetes, Hemophilia, Albinosim, webbed feet and hands, vestidiual organs, and a host of other complications."

"About one person in sixteen will make it out alive, and then proceeds to live a normal life. The rest have accidents, succumb to a newly created genital defect, or go through additional rebirths, with additional losses of DNA. We have had only one survivor of a second rebirth, Robert, so he is a unique individual. We witnessed him go through two rebirths and lose DNA each time. On his third rebirth, his DNA stabilized, and he just kept going through a rebirth every year to the point of entering puberty, and then starts the cycle over again."

"In 1978, when Robert contracted the virus, he was a 36 year old metallurgical engineer. He served as a ranger in Vietnam as a jungle sniper and a tunnel rat, so he has survivalist skills. He was 5'9", and weighed 167 pounds. On his first rebirth, he grew some additional vertebrae; he lost the ability to generate Human Growth Hormone, HGH, and lost his 'Y' chromosome. This means that he has only one sex gene, a single 'X' chromosome. He became partially female, his testicles converted into ovaries, and his penis converted to a clitoris, but he did not generate a birth canal or a womb, nor did his breasts develop. After the first year, Robert was 5"6", weighed 143 pounds, and appeared to be about 33 years old."

Janice hears a few snickers in the room, and bears down on them. "If you EVER do that in front of HIM. I WILL personally give him permission to INCINERATE YOUR BODY!"

Janice glared at the agents. "ARE....WE....CLEAR...ON...THIS! It will only take him a few seconds to VAPORIZE the water in your body and turn you into a PILE OF SALT! Now we believe that this virus has been affecting people throughout the ages, and we are convinced that two people similar to Robert were present at Sodom and Gomorrah. The bible describes the angels as young women, and right now, you saw from the cover of the Japanese tabloid that caused the hit on out surveillance system, that he looks like a young woman and is being called the 'Angel of the Mountain". You need to treat our target as if he was an actual angel, and I will remind you that he CAN turn you into a pile of salt."

Janice looked around the room and does not get the respect that she wanted. "OK, you bunch of pricks. You seem to have a problem understanding. I will explain this physically so that you can grasp the pain this man went through. I came prepared for this little problem". Janice goes over to her briefcase and pulls out a latex penis, complete with scrotum, and a survival knife. The agents moan as Janice places the penis on the table and rams the knife through the scrotum. The agents wince as she starts to saw through the penis on her way up to the head. She doesn't cut completely through, but leaves a tiny bit of the shaft intact. She then holds the penis upright with her hands on either side of the cut she just made.

"You testosterone filled apes don't seem to understand we have the same organs, but use them differently. You men store your semen in the seminal vesicle, which is equivalent to the uterus that women have. Women have erectile tissue in their clitoris just the same as your penis. The difference is that our erectile tissue is attached at two different locations along the pelvic bone. Your Penis is connected to your pelvic bone a one location. You men have a triangle shaped opening in your pelvis. In order to give birth, women must have a larger oval opening. In Roberts case, his pelvic bone grew to become oval shaped right where the penis is connected."

While holding on to either side of the scrotum with her hands, Janice pulls the penis apart, and the tear continues up the shaft until it comes to the head of the penis.

To the gasps of the agents, Janice just nods her head and calmly says, "Hmmm, The pelvic bone is probably wide enough for childbirth now. His penis was split from the bottom up, creating a gap. Now, when you Neanderthals actually spend the time to get a woman aroused, these two parts engorge with blood, and open up the woman's vagina for penetration."

Janice scowled at the agents, "Would any of you agents want to know what it would feel like to have this happen to you? I will gladly run this knife into ANY of your dicks and split it from the base up until I reach the head. ANY Volunteers?...NO? I would not wish this bit of torture on an enemy, much less a man that has served our country with high honors."

"Now, I have waited over thirty years, and have personally seen over three thousand people succumb to this virus, and I will not risk the success of this mission on an agent with a smart ass attitude. If any of you can't deal with our target with sympathy, then I want you off of this mission. This is a rescue of a patriot. He can help us understand the nature of the universe, and he is uniquely qualified to help us. You need to treat this man with the reverence of an ANGEL FROM HEAVEN! Is that understood?"

Whether it is clear or not, the six members of the briefing were busy jotting down notes. With the exception of Carl, none of the agents was now making eye contact with Janice. Either the demonstration or the idea of having a target that could vaporize your body in a few seconds had sobered up the agents.

Janice scans her audience and calms down a bit, and then continues with the transformation, "At the same time, his urethra at the head of his penis split and ripped halfway down so that his urine would exit from the upper part of the triangle. What's left of his head, or glans, seals back up and folds forward. The two pieces of his shaft are absorbed into his body with the only thing exposed is the head, which becomes what you outwardly see as the clitoris. Just remember that you men only get to see the tip of the clitoris. The testicles are converted into ovaries, are then are pulled into the body between the remnants of the penis, pulling the seminal vesicle and the scrotum with it, where it becomes the Uterus, vagina, and labia. Robert had a vasectomy, so only his ovaries pulled into his body, and the scrotum and seminal vesicle remained behind. Usually the process where ovaries are pulled inward causes everything to be pulled inward too. He never formed a vagina, and we think this was because of the vasectomy."

"In the end, he only went through a partial gender transformation, which forced a second 'rebirth' sequence. This is when most of the subjects die. Sometimes they die from complications, sometimes there are accidents. Some just lose their will to live. Robert was emotionally shattered by the effect of this transformation, but his soul became stronger and possibly more powerful than any other human currently walking of the face of this planet. It appears that this virus strains your physical body and strengthens your soul."

"The second rebirth usually removes more genes and causes so many complications that the patient dies. Robert did lose some non life threatening genes, like almost all of his brown eye color, leaving him with golden eyes, but he mainly grew additional organs. He grew an additional pair of shoulder blades, a small tail, and a second set of vocal chords. He also duplicated some of his sex organs, so he ended up with a single clitoris, birth canal, and womb, but four ovaries, and four nipples. It appears that the original loose ovaries re-attached to the new uterus and new ovaries that formed on the second rebirth. The second set of nipples and shoulder blades appear to be duplication due the extra vertebrae added to his spinal cord. The additional vertebrae in his neck seem to be the trigger that caused the growth of the second set of vocal chords. After the second year, Robert was 4'10", weighed 94 pounds, and appeared to be about fifteen year old. Now, would any of you want to be mutated like this? This was forced on Robert, but I will be glad to inject you with the FY virus if you want to me to."

Janice pulls out a vial and a needle from her briefcase, and glared around the room again, making sure that they knew she would inject them. "You have a one in sixteen chance of survival, and you have a one in eighty chance to experience your dick being ripped apart like Robert did. I have a lab in Area 51 in Nevada, and I will gladly demonstrate the effect to you? ANYONE?....NO?"

"I would like to mention to NOT, I repeat NOT, call our target Roberta. His ego was pretty crushed by this transformation, and in the five years I knew him, he never accepted himself as a female. If you having trouble calling him Robert, you may try calling him Angel. One of the staff mentioned that the extra shoulder blades looked like where an angel's wings would attach, and he liked that. Angel tends to be gender neutral, and may be what others are calling him, hence the 'Angel of the Mountain' title. So, it either Robert or Angel, is that clear?"

None of the agents responded verbally, but several nodded.

"The third and subsequent rebirths resulted in him being 4'3" weighing only 61 pounds, and having the appearance of a ten year old child. His ego was shattered by this time, he was fired from is job, and his wife deserted him. We moved him to Area 51 at this time. His four ovaries pump out twice the normal amount of estrogen, which makes his ego twice as susceptible to rejection and body image issues. His body image is further compounded by the fact that he has extra body parts all over his body. On top of this, every year his body refuses to mature and rebuilds to the edge of puberty, he has a first period, only to go through this rebirth cycle again. I hope this has given you a good mental image of his emotional state.

Click. A pair of photos of Robert appear, one shows Robert without an arm.

"It seems that his whole body can regenerate. We tried on the third and fourth rebirth remove his tail and extra shoulders blades, but they grew back. There was an accident after his third rebirth, where he lost an arm during a test, he grew it back completely on his forth rebirth. Yes, he is practically immortal, but I am not sure I would want to live ten thousand years as a ten year old child. We have his DNA from these body parts, but since Robert's DNA does not contain Human Growth Hormone, he cannot be cloned. We have bathed Robert's cloned embryos in HGH, but after one year, they go through a rebirth, lose massive amounts of DNA, and die. Even though we have his DNA completely sequenced, Robert is unique and cannot be duplicated."

"Any questions?" Janice looks over the agents. The agents are staring at Janice completely wide eyed. The only response from any of them is that one drops his pen. As the pen rolls across the floor, Janice walks forward and stops it with her foot. She smiles, "OK, there is a helicopter waiting above ground for us to board. We have a supersonic transport waiting at the airport. We'll be there in five hours. Let's go!"

After leaving the briefing room, the six agents met an aide, who was watching two suitcases for Janice. As Janice passed the aide, she said, "Bring both cases Bob."

Bob responded and joined the group. The eight member team boarded a helicopter, which took them to a Military Air Base. The team boarded the transport and took off for Japan.

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Thank You, for reading my story. All four parts are written. I will be releasing a section each day.
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