A young British soldier entered a kashba near an oasis, somewhere deep in the Arabian desert.

A young woman greeted him and then lead him to her room downstairs. She was dressed, well she was barely dressed, in a brightly colored bikini and bra like top. The sparkle of jewels highlighted her every move.

She had lead many a British serviceman to this room over the last few months. This one seemed on different. His thin young and likely innocent body barely filled his army uniform. Usually he would just be a target for his money, his money for her body. However, this time it would be his body and his money. Well more correctly it would be his body's code and his money.

This time the woman would use her body to collect this soldier's DNA. The woman would get her usual cut, but after collecting the soldiers DNA, she would get an additional cut for it's collection.

She was a member of Yasir Nosir's harem. One of twenty woman Yasir Nosir kept, usually he kept them for himself, but with advent of the westerns to his region, he had put them to work separating the sex staved westerners from their money.

Yasir Nosir hated the westerner infidels, but was glad to take their money. He was already making what would become billions, trading oil for water with the infidels. The brothel however, was really just a cover for the collection of DNA from Westerner soldier.

Yasir Nosir had made a deal with Saddam Hussein to collect these samples. Iraqi scientist would then use these DNA samples to build a special biological agent that would affect just Western soldiers and not their own.

Entering the room, the young woman lead the British soldier to a canopy bed in the center of the room. The room was full of lacey curtains in many shades of reds and yellows. The woman climbed on to the bed and slide to it's center.

The young man removed his uniform and was soon standing in just his underwear. His tan body didn't quite match his more pale face. She noticed this, usually the men had their farmer's tan, tan faces and arm, but pale bodies. She studied him more closely.

This soldier was more like a boy, his body was total hairless and his features were very soft for a "real" man. He slide over to the young woman. Through all the lace curtains his slight figure would have been hard to tell from her's or any other young woman's.

They embraced. It was a confused and ackward embraced. A virgin, thought the young woman. She didn't really notice as the young man positioned his hand near the back of her neck. A tiny needle emerged from his military class ring. His hand gentle clasped her neck. She didn't feel the needle as it emptied it's content into her blood stream. In a moment she was unconscious.

The young man removed the rest of his underwear. As he pulled his shirt off over his head, the elastic bandage that bound his chest began to unwind. As it did, his chest began to swell. Finally the bandage fell from his chest relieving two nicely shaped and very female looking breasts. The tan lines covering these breasts appeared to have been made by a very revealing top.

He, if one would still call him a him, pull off his shorts. As they slide down, tan bikini shaped tans line began to appear. As his shorts revealed his crotch, the expected male organ never appeared, just the well-trimmed pubic mat one would expect on a woman.

His body now appeared more female than male, only the face still appeared male and even that was about to change.

Reaching up to "his" head he pull forward from the back of his neck. A rubbery skin peeled off. Soon his entire face and hair were peeled forward. As it did, a full head of long dark hair began to fall to his shoulder. Soon it revealed the lovely smooth and tanned faced of a young Arab woman.

Although the young woman was still somewhat dressed, the British soldier had become her twin.

She, as one would now correctly called her, continued her activity. She stripped the young woman of the rest of her clothes. The new woman quickly slipped them on her new body. She was almost ready to continue Her Majesty's secret mission. She slipped the male faced mask she had been wearing over the sleeping woman's head and carefully positioned the features to match. She continued preparing the young woman for her new role. Within a few minutes the young man had reappeared, partially dressed in his underwear.

Sleeping there it certainly looked like the young man. Emerging from his fly of his boxer shorts was a slightly enlarge male appendage dripping a small amount of its unique fluids.

The new young woman got up from the bed and left the room, leaving this new young man lying there.

She made her way thought the hallways and stairways of the building. Eventually entering a huge Western style office upstairs overlooking the towns square.

"Marhaba, Yasir. I have finished with the infidel.", she said to the man relaxing on the couch. The man was Yasir Nosir.

"Ah, very good. Kumhere. Soon we will be rid of them and you again will be safe from their sinful acts.", he said.

Yasir always noticed the beauty of Kumhere, but she seemed unusually attractive today. Her soft feminine scent aroused him.

"Kumhere, come here. I want to admire your beauty.", he added.

"Yes sir Yasir.", she said as she walked over to him.

She started slowly swaying and sensually twisting in her dance. Slowly one by one she removed her clothes and then Yasir's.

Soon she mounted him and worked him slowly to his climax.

"Ah, Kumhere your beauty is more that skin deep.", Yasir said.

"Thank you Yasir. I live for your praise.", Kumhere responded.

Kumhere got dressed and left Yasir, still relaxing in his office.

She made her way back downstairs to her room..

She quickly stripped her sleeping former self as well as her current self. Exchanging clothes the two of them again looked like a very strange couple. A sleeping female body with a male head and woman with her very attractive face attached to a very plain male body.

She removed the mask from the sleeping young man, she again had become a woman.

She now put the mask back on her self. Soon she again was the young soldier.

He opened up the boxer shorts he was now wearing and inserted the male looking organ into his still female looking crotch. This change would allow her to transfer the fluids she now carried to the real Kumhere.

He mounted the young woman and began the pulsing typical in the brothel.

Soon she was again coming around and started to regain her consciousness.

This had been a strange meeting for Kumhere, she had never fallen asleep during sex before, but she had never been very impressed by any of the infidels.

Soon the young soldier appeared to climax. Kumhere gave him another minute and then dismounted him. She needed to get the sample to Dr Dee En Aye quickly. The young soldier could find his own way out later.

Six months later, in the basement of Yasir's brothel.

"Yasir, our tests have shown this chemical agent when dispensed in doses to small for even the Westerner equipment to detect, leads to death in minutes.", the scientist told Yasir.

"This will be our first live test. Kumhere is bring in the first subject now.", he continued.

The young Westerner was lead into the room. The scientist pressed a button and a tiny squirt of vapor entered the room

The team waited for the young to start his violent convulsions. They waited and waited, soon it was more that a half an hour and nothing had happened.

The young man grew restless. Kumhere had left him there and he began to fear that something was not right. He put his clothes back on and quickly slipped out of the brothel.

"What is going on?", demanded Yasir.

"I'm not sure. Is doesn't seem to have worked.", the scientist said.

The scientist, followed by Yasir, decided to check the room and open the door to the test chamber.

Quickly the chemical agent spread through the opened door. In an instant the two men, started coughing. Within five second they were spitting up blood. Within a minute the two men were dead and with them any chance of fielding the agent by the Iraqi army.

The agent had worked as designed, only it had been designed to work on Yasir's genes.

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