Chapter 7

f inda had no way of knowing she'd been unconscious for over two weeks, or that she had just made medical fcistory. She merely awoke. She had a fleeting memory of agony before that memory nosedived into her mbconscious. She looked around. I'm in a hospital! Weil the first thing I want to do, she thought, not lnowing why that frightened her a little, is to see a mirror!

She swung her legs over the side of the bed to stand up—and staggered, falling back against the bed. What

The mirror answered her. It wasn't just that she was several inches shorter, or that the girl in the mirror sazed back at her with a wide-eyed look of girlish

surprise. The nose was small and delicate, set above a partially opened girlish mouth. And her breasts! After all the hormones she'd filled herself with to get a fine pair of tits to make men happy—they were gone\

"My ... god! What've they done to me?"

Her face and her figure were those of a girl of fifteen or so . . . and a slow developing girl (she had been) at that!

"M-my contractées wouldn't . . . wouldn't even recognize me!"

"You'd better get down there to her," Doctor Sill said, as he and Nurse Nita watched the girl on the hospital's closed-circuit televue system.

"Will... will she be able to stand this, doctor?"

He sighed. "She'd never have been able to stand herself otherwise. You saw her. Face and body, burned to an overall mass of scar tissue. We had to try to make her well again ... but she'd have gone insane if we'd left her that way. Just as she'd have the screamy-weamies right now if she weren't loaded up with Psychotranque-C."

"Zombie," Nita said, watching the girl on the screen; Linda was feeling her "new" face with both hands, her eyes very wide.

"Zombie," Sill shrugged. "Yes, that's the layman's word for it. Anyhow, she had to be taken back this way. It was the only way to get enough of her own tissues to repair what had been done, without spending ten years doing it So, our pet patient has become the first twenty-six-year-old ever to be regenerated." He raised his eyebrows in a rueful expression. "No one ever thought of it's being necessary ... no one ever thought of using regeneration this way!"

He nodded. "She's about sixteen. An underdeveloped sixteen, actually . . . she had used hormonates to grow those big breasts she had."

"Doctor ... the psychological effect?"

"Part of it's up to you, part of it's up to Psychotranque-C and part of it's up to her own mind. She should be fine. It'll take a bit of adjusting, quite a bit of it, and that's your job."

The nurse looked wistfully at him. "I see. It isn't enough that you saved her life, kept her alive when she should have been dead, but. . ."

"They did that shit in the Twentieth Century," Doctor Sill snapped. "Human vegetables, kept alive for no earthly reason, because they couldn't cure them, just postpone death."

"Yes, doctor. But you have cured her, repaired her when she looked as though she'd been through the Chicago Fire. And she'll be okay?"

"With your help, Nita. As long as she can stand being sixteen or so again. She'll be no less sexy, I'll tell you mat. Sexually oriented, I mean. The hormones she used lo plump up her bosom saw to that, along with her normal makeup, which is sensual." He sighed, watching the girl on the screen squeeze one very firm teenaged breast. "There is one problem. She's an adult, but she isn't That is, she was born twenty-six years ago, but she's sixteen. There's no law to cover that sort of thing ... this is all a brand new procedure."

"Are we in for . . . trouble?"

"We are arranging for her to have papers certifying mat she's a Protek, a protected juvenile, and entitled to live outside the government creches. Meanwhile, keep track of her, Nita."

She nodded.

"Starting now," he said, and switched off the screen as the nurse rose and hurried from the televue room.

Psychotranque-C or not, the girl was ready to raise hell and throw a fit. But Nita knew how to handle that. All she had to do was make use of the drug the girl had been pumped full of.

"You could have been twenty-six and hideously scarred," she said, "or perfect and sixteen. Now you're a doll, and there isn't a scar on you."

"But . . ."

"Hush up, Linda! Eat the breakfast I brought. All of it."

Linda nodded. "Yes ma'am." And that was the end of it; she was unable to disobey. That was the reason psychotranque-C was called Zombie. The subject wasn't really a mindless automaton ... but her mind could not disobey commands. Linda sat down and ate her breakfast.

They could not keep her under the drug forever, and Doctor Sill's instructions were specific. Linda was Nita's) responsibility, and he would not so much as monitor the girl hereafter. So, when Linda awoke crying that night, Nita went in to her, lack of uniform or not. She went to bed and comforted the girl with the long red hair,, rocking her and crooning to her, her arm around Linda's bare shoulders. Sobbing, Linda burrowed closer, like a pup seeking its mother's warmth.

Nita held her close, stroking her.

Like most healthy women of her century, Nita could swing either way.

Linda was, as Doctor Sill had said, a highly sexed girL And she was in need of comfort and warmth,

One thing led to another.

Linda watched in wonder as the other woman's face

approached hers. Her hps were parted when Nita's touched hers, and she trembled as she inhaled the nurse's delicate perfume. Closing her eyes, the girl emitted a little sound of surprise as Nita's tongue pressed for entrance to her mouth. Weakly, she opened, surrendering to the invasion. She caressed the exploring tongue with her own, shivering with pleasure at the experience.

Nita withdrew her tongue and sat back a litde, frowning at the girl in the dark. Linda clung to her. "A little girl thing never hurt anyone." Nita murmured. "And it won't damage your brand new cherry." She pulled open her gown.

Linda gazed at the lovely breasts with their big dark areoles, very conscious of the comparatively inadequate proportions of her own adolescent body. She felt a twinge of envy as she surveyed the perfectly developed adult figure, from the glistening black hair to the well-tanned flesh and delicately turned ankles. Nita stretched out her arms. Linda fell into them.

One part of Linda's mind told her that this was not real, that it couldn't be real. Not her. But—it was, and her teenaged body, turbulent with young emotions, was erotically ignited by the adult knowledge that remained below the surface of her mind. Her stomach muscles jerked involuntarily as their bare bodies touched.

"Don't be afraid," Nita whispered. "It's all right, all lovely."

As Nita's arms enfolded her, Linda knew that she had been afraid. Nearly all her adult experience had been canceled out by her sudden awakening in this younger body. She felt Nita's hands tenderly caressing her bare back, and she raised her hps to meet those descending upon them. Her juvenile breasts pressed against the

softer, larger demiglobes of the nurse. She opened her mouth to receive the warmth of Nita's passionate kiss. As the tongue bathed the inside of her mouth, Linda strained her belly against the older girl's, sliding her arms up around her neck. Her body went weak with surrender.

Nita's hands moved softly over her naked back, drifting down to caress her hips. Linda gasped out a little sound of pleasure when their loins touched and she felt Nita's knee thrust insistantly between hers. The leg moved further, and Linda began rubbing her crotch against it. A glow seemed to flicker in her belly. Moaning, she gave in completely to the needs, the demands of the young body that was now hers. Her years of experience floated away and she thrilled to passions that were new to her. Tightening her thighs on the wonder between them, she pumped her hips in mounting ecstasy.

Linda whimpered when Nita, quivering and breathing rapidly, withdrew her leg from between the pressing young thighs. She turned the girl around on the bed, then enveloped the eager young body in her arms. The full length of their nakedness pressed together as their mouths met in an urgent kiss. Panting and squirming together, they moved their hands ceaselessly over each other's smooth white skin. Perspiration began to gleam on their bodies as Linda ground her virgin pussy up against Nita's.

Doctor Harry Sill had not intended to watch. He had merely flicked on Linda's screen, flooding her room with ultraviolet light so that he could check her before he retired. But now he stared, unable not to watch as those two bodies squirmed together like a bed full of loving snakes. His penis erected strongly, and he was

not even conscious of touching it. Lord, what an ass he was; he had never noticed what a set of tits Nita had under her stiff-fronted uniform. And that ass—lovely!

It was beginning to tighten and loosen, wiggling from side to side, even as he stared with glowing eyes.

little squeals of delight came from Linda's throat as she felt the nurse's vulva press softly against hers. Sucking avidly at each other's mouths, they hunched and jerked. Nita's hips pumped rhythmically. Their bodies slapped wetly against each other, dampening the sheets with their perspiration.

Watching, Harry Sill could tell by the little jerks of her body and by the sounds she made that Iinda was feeling a mounting tension in her genitals, suffusing her abdomen with a growing fire of ecstasy. He touched the rockhard length of his penis, which was tenting his trousers urgently.

Nita was breathing hotly, the sounds of her passion mingling with those of the girl she rubbed in tribadic love. Linda's tight young body trembled uncontrollably and her insides tightened into an unbearable knot.

Then, abruptly, the knot unravelled in a soundless explosion that shook through Linda's body, thrilling through her organs in electric waves of sheer delight. Successive tides of extravagant wonder spread through her as her jolting orgasm soared to a peak and began the slow descent to languour.

Nita lay weakly atop the young girl, rubbing her sweating cheek against her, panting in exhaustion. "Oh, baby doll, I could almost give up men after that!"

She touched Linda's hps tfghtly, but the girl was too much lost in ecstatic after effect to respond. When the youthful thighs sank satedly from her, Nita slipped off the bed. In a few minutes of rustling fabric, she resumed

her gown. Closing the shade to make certain the morning sun did not waken the girl, she unlocked the door and left quietly. Linda stirred slightly, smiling in her dreams.

As she opened the door to her own room, Nita jumped at the sudden voice in her ear: "I have a severe swelling here that I need you to reduce for me, nurse," Doctor Sill said, squeezing her breast, and then she turned with a delighted smile to pull him into the room and close the door after them. He screwed the living hell out of her.

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