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Chapter 1
Jane had always been an outsider while growing up. With an IQ of 237, she was by far the smartest person in her high school. That coupled with the fact that she had brown stringy hair, brown eyes, and was hard pressed to fill a double A cup made for many a night home alone. Instead of moping about it, she spent all her free time studying and taking night classes at the local college. She could deal with being ignored and left out on party invites; it was the name calling that hurt her. Most everyone including some of the teachers referred to her as Plain Jane or worse yet, Brainy Janey.
As it was, she graduated from college two years after she finished high school early. Then she went on to get her doctorate in biomedical sciences in another pair of years. Although she matured into a lovely woman while in graduate school, she always thought of herself as an ugly duckling. It was with this mindset that she started her own research company at the tender age of twenty-two. Working alone at first, she patented several new cosmetic compounds. Instead of creating her own line and selling them, she sold her patents to companies around the world and let them deal with the headaches of selling her products.
Over time, she added a couple of assistants here, a secretary there, until her little company had grown to six people. She had several standing offers to go to work for the big companies; however, she liked what she had created. She was able to follow any interesting path of research she wanted without someone telling her what to do. For example, her team had been working on a form of perfume that when applied would stop any form of sexual aggression. It would be a better deterrent then mace or pepper spray could ever be.
She had been working with mice, testing the effect of the spray by injecting a female and then adding males into the cage. Her preliminary findings were promising however, after a few minutes the males would swarm all over her and try to mate. She followed this new line of research late at night and alone, as she still thought of herself as an ugly duckling. She found a compound that even when the mouse was separated, the other mice, males and females both, tried to reach the one female she had treated.
There remained only one more step before patenting her compound, the clinical trials. She was a firm believer that she would undergo any treatment first before releasing it onto the volunteers who always seemed to be waiting in the wings. Seeing it was Friday night and tomorrow would be the company Christmas party. She decided that now would be the time to inject herself. If her professional colleges reacted any different towards her at the party verses last year's party, then she knew she had another winner.
Working from the lowest amount that created a reaction from the other mice she extrapolated how much she should inject herself based on her body weight. Looking at the number she gulped; it was a lot more then she expected. Doing her math twice she came up with the same number. "I hate shots," she said to herself as she filled the syringes and laid them out on the lab bench before her. After injecting herself, she cleaned up the lab, saved her notes, and went home. She knew that only after a few hours did the attractant seem to take effect. She spent the evening watching the television and keeping notes of any changes of feeling she had.
Around four in the morning, she woke with her body feeling as if it were burning up. She lay in bed as the sweat rolled off her even though she kept the temperature at sixty-eight degrees at night. Finally, in desperation she got up, staggered into the bathroom, and took an ice cold shower. Looking down at the drain once she had cooled down and washed the sweat from her body, Jane said, "Damn, did Chewbacca come by and take a shower?"
It was only then that she realized that all of her body hair except her eyebrows and head hair had sloughed off. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her brown stringy hair seemed fuller and her body more toned. Smiling she said, "If nothing else this formula will be popular with women who hate shaving." She thought a bit more, "On the other hand, I bet the razor blade companies would pay a fortune to keep this off the market."
Going back to her bedroom Jane looked at her sweat sodden sheets and shook her head. "No, I'll deal with it later," she said. Grabbing a bathrobe, she headed down to turn on her coffee maker and watch the morning news.
Although Jane lived in a mansion, she lived alone without servants. It seemed they were always looking down their collective noses at her. She had only bought the mansion because it seemed the thing to do once you made over a million. With her patents, she had a public net worth of just under two hundred million. However, she had an account in the Cayman Islands that held five hundred million from her patents and investments that she held under aliases.
It was just after ten when Susan called and wanted to know if she still wanted her to come over for her makeover. "Of course dear and bring your kit. I have already shaved," Jane added with a giggle. She had known Susan all the way back since graduate school. Susan was working on her Masters of Business Administration while she was working on her doctorate. They had been thrown together as roommates and found that they got along even though their interests were different. Since then, Jane and Susan were the best friends.
Susan arrived right at eleven. When Jane opened, the front door she found her friend dressed in tight jeans and a cropped tee that just covered her ample breasts. Susan had always been a bit of a tease though she never dated the men she tormented. For as long as Jane had known her, she had always stuck with female partners. Susan looked over her friend; something was different with Jane though she could not put her finger on it.
"Where would you like to do me?" Jane asked the other woman as she led her into the living room.
Susan realized in a flash she would love to do Jane anywhere and everywhere. Feeling herself grow moist, she tried to shake the feelings of lust that had hit her as she replied, "Where is the best light?"
Jane not aware of Susan's raging lust replied, "The kitchen or my vanity in the bedroom have the best light I suppose." She paused looking at Susan's blushed face, "Are you ok?"
Susan could not get her mind off making mad passionate love to Jane. She could feel her nipples get rock hard and her nether regions throb in anticipated pleasure. "I'm fine," she said huskily. "How about the bedroom," she added with hope.
"The bedroom it is," Jane said and walked up the sweeping staircase. Reaching the bedroom, she realized that she never got around to changing the sheets after waking in a sweat or cleaning the shower. Stopping at the door she said, "I'm sorry; I had a hot night last night and never cleaned up afterwards." She opened the door, hurried to the bed, and pulled the bedspread over the damp sheets quickly.
