Where men become women, with an emphasis on fantasy and superhero themes. Don't browse too long, or you might change yourself...
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Repair
What's the deal, man. You said you could fix that MAU unit. That was five days ago. It's all good for you. You turned yourself into a ripped, well-hung stud. I got turned into a chick who gets hornier with every passing day.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Jugs
"Keep drinking, Alex. One of those jugs contains the potion to give you your dick back."
"Dude, really?"
"Nah. I'm just fucking with him. All of that milk is laced with a potion that will make his tits grow. He better figure it out while he's still able to walk."
"Dude, really?"
"Nah. I'm just fucking with him. All of that milk is laced with a potion that will make his tits grow. He better figure it out while he's still able to walk."
Monday, November 28, 2016
Debt
Donovan owed the witch thousands for her help in securing him the big promotion. When he refused to pay, she found another way to allow him to work off his debt. She makes him donate most of the money he earns as a high-priced escort to charity. At this rate, it will be years before he earns enough to settle the score.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Restraint
Look at him. How pathetic. He hates being a woman, and he knows that unless he has an orgasm in that body, he will return to his original gender in just over a week. Yet despite knowing that, he can't keep his hands off of himself. Look! He's practically got his hands in his panties now!
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Sorry
I'm so sorry, Master, for suggesting that I was ever a man named Brian. It was so kind of you to chain me to the bed to give me time to consider the error of my ways. I love everything about you, from the way your nanites give you complete control over my body and mind, to the way you let me suck your dick when I've been a good girl. I'm being good now, aren't I master?
Friday, November 25, 2016
Zapped
Face it, Roy. I'll never believe that your reality-changing gun works. You can try to persuade me all day that I used to be a guy named Bill. But we both know that you and I have been going out for years. I know you like to kid around, but it's mean to suggest that I've ever been anything but your horny little fucktoy.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Good look
Take a good look, "Matt". This is my body now, and you're not getting it back. So you're going to have to live as an overweight loser. I think I'm going to head to the comic shop and soak up the attention. That's right. Sorority girl "Anna" is now one hundred percent nerd girl.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Brotherly love
"Please don't tell me you're going out like that. People will think that I'm a slut!"
"I've got news for you, sis. The lady from the magic shop called. She said there's no was to swap us back. So now that I'm stuck in your body, it's me that they're going to think is a slut. It's sort of the look I was going for. Seriously, is everything you own "Amish chic"?
"I've got news for you, sis. The lady from the magic shop called. She said there's no was to swap us back. So now that I'm stuck in your body, it's me that they're going to think is a slut. It's sort of the look I was going for. Seriously, is everything you own "Amish chic"?
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Spy
Here comes Lacey up the walk. She would flip if she knew that I used the wand to turn myself into a copy of her best friend Jin. But I had to know if the two of them were having a lesbian affair...I kind of hope they are now.
Monday, November 21, 2016
Some kind of tramp
My wife just walked by. She had no idea it was me. Why should she? Thanks to the potion, I'm one hundred percent woman now. It was funny how she looked at me like I'm some kind of tramp. Given her past, she shouldn't be casting stones. But given how good this body feels, I may have to give "tramp" a try.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
So heavy
"They feel good, but I had no idea that they would be so heavy."
"I think the wand has one more charge, Daniel. Do you want me to change you back?"
"Don't you dare! Instead, can you make them bigger and more sensitive?"
"I think the wand has one more charge, Daniel. Do you want me to change you back?"
"Don't you dare! Instead, can you make them bigger and more sensitive?"
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Countdown to doomsday
Where was I going? What am I doing? Why are my memories so cloudy? I have vague recollections of something called a TG Virus, and how Dr. Destroyer was going to unleash it on the world unless...something. Oh, well. I'm sure it had nothing to do with me....Wait! Was I always a woman?
Friday, November 18, 2016
The secret
I stripped myself and prepared to receive the sun's rays. As long as I got a full hour of sunlight every week, I would stay this way forever. The herbs the shaman had given me had lived up to their promise. I now had the key to eternal youth. Would I have still taken the herbs if I had known that they would turn me into a busty nymphomaniac? You better believe it!
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Alex stays put
Alex, good news! We found the spot on the Beach where you changed into a busty redhead. The stars are still aligned, so if you leave now, you can change back into a man...Alex? Why aren't you getting up? You only have a few minutes to...oh.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Surprise?
So, um...surprise? It's me, honey. Bill. Your husband. We drew straws at work to see who would get to test our the morphic chamber. I won, or I lost, depending on your point of view. The machine worked beautifully, until it didn't. I may be stuck like this for a while until we can figure out what went wrong.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Student pranks
Look, you know I turn a blind eye when you kids pull your little magical pranks. Everyone needs to blow off a little steam now and then, right? But swapping my mind with Miss Horner's? That's taking it too far, don't you think? You need to swap us back after I...um...could you wait until next Tuesday?
Monday, November 14, 2016
Translation error?
Stupid genie! I had one wish, and he screwed it up! All I wanted was to play third base for the Cubs. How is turning me into a half-naked chick granting my wish in the slightest?
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Transformation Island, part 3
This is Manny, the fifth contestant. She goes by Mandy, now. After Tonya, she was the toughest competitor. She was the only one who was able to get Derek into the sack. While she was pissed at losing the contest, she discovered that she really, really liked having sex as a woman. She wound up getting a job with a high end international escort agency. Now she gets to travel the world, live the good life, and fuck her brains out every evening. Not a bad life, I guess.
And, yep, that's me. I call myself Emma these days. That's the name my mother picked out for me if I were born a girl. I was pretty bummed at losing the competition. I just wanted to go back to my old male body. Given that Tonya didn't take advantage of the change back, I tried to pressure the producers into letting me have it. They told me that the magic on me was permanent, but they offered me a role on season two, a lesbian version of the first show. I'd be the one picking among six hot babes, all competing for my attention. Sounds tempting...
And, yep, that's me. I call myself Emma these days. That's the name my mother picked out for me if I were born a girl. I was pretty bummed at losing the competition. I just wanted to go back to my old male body. Given that Tonya didn't take advantage of the change back, I tried to pressure the producers into letting me have it. They told me that the magic on me was permanent, but they offered me a role on season two, a lesbian version of the first show. I'd be the one picking among six hot babes, all competing for my attention. Sounds tempting...
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Transformation Island, Part 2
This is Bruce and Ken, or Bonnie and Kendall, as they call themselves. These poor schmucks never stood a chance. Unable to control their raging hormones, they began playing with each other right in front of the camera. Derek was intrigued for a while, but as soon as he figured out that the girls were more into each other than they were into him, it was all over for the girls. The last I heard, Bonnie and Kendall moved in together. They're making lesbian porn out in Santa Monica. From what I hear, they were pretty happy with their new lives.
Then there's Donnie, who kept her name. The producers were pretty pissed when they found that someone had leaked the premise of the show to Donnie. Donnie was a transsexual who was looking for a cheap alternative to gender reassignment surgery. Given her situation, she had no interest in seducing Derek. The producers threw her off the show, but she laughed all the way back to New York.
Then there's Donnie, who kept her name. The producers were pretty pissed when they found that someone had leaked the premise of the show to Donnie. Donnie was a transsexual who was looking for a cheap alternative to gender reassignment surgery. Given her situation, she had no interest in seducing Derek. The producers threw her off the show, but she laughed all the way back to New York.
Friday, November 11, 2016
Transformation Island, Part 1
This is Derek. He won the role of a lifetime on a new reality TV show called "Transformation Island". You've seen the premise before. A sticky guy has to choose between six hot babes. In the final episode, he proposes to one and the win fantastic prizes. The other girls lose their self esteem. This show had a twist, however. Each of the hot girls were once men. They had also applied to be the lucky bachelor. Instead, they wound up being transformed by the producer's magic wand. Only the one that Derek proposes to will win back his manhood. Everyone else? They get ten thousand dollars and a gift certificate at Victoria's Secret. I was one of those six guys. None of us were particularly keen to seduce Derek, but we all knew what we had to do to win our manhood back. I suppose I could keep you in suspense about who won, but you could just Google it anyway.
So meet Tonya. Her name used to be Tom, and Tom used to be a major player. The rest of us were rookies next to her. She had our hooks into Derek before we could even say hello. The weeklong competition was painful to watch as we repeatedly humiliated ourselves competing unsuccessfully for Derek's attention. Then, wouldn't you know it, right after Tonya wins the big prize, she decides to remain a girl forever and marry Derek for real. I hear they're living happily in Miami Beach these days. I hope she gets Zika. Next time, I'll introduce you to more of the contestants.
So meet Tonya. Her name used to be Tom, and Tom used to be a major player. The rest of us were rookies next to her. She had our hooks into Derek before we could even say hello. The weeklong competition was painful to watch as we repeatedly humiliated ourselves competing unsuccessfully for Derek's attention. Then, wouldn't you know it, right after Tonya wins the big prize, she decides to remain a girl forever and marry Derek for real. I hear they're living happily in Miami Beach these days. I hope she gets Zika. Next time, I'll introduce you to more of the contestants.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Better than before
Laugh if you want to, man, but remember I didn't have a lot of options. That car crash nearly killed me, and the doctors said that if I didn't take the first android body available, I would have died for sure. It's not so bad, either. I'm better than before. I can punch through a brick wall and run a mile in under a minute. Plus, the doctors tell me that my sexual responses are a hundred times more intense. I've tried out the first two already. Want to help me with the third?
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Forgot
Shit. How did I end up dressed like this? The nanites were only supposed to change my physical form, but I find myself unconsciously putting on makeup and dressing provocatively. I better use the command word to deactivate the nanites and return to my old body...shit! The nanites must be blocking my memory!
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
There. You happy?
There. I put the damn lingerie on. Are you happy? Now take the picture and use the remote to change me back...Hey, where's the camera? Why are you smiling like that. Dude, what are you doing with the remote?...*giggle!*…what was I saying? How about you help me get out of this uncomfortable old lingerie? I want to play!
Monday, November 7, 2016
Empowerment, Part IV
So thanks for staying with me. I know you have questions about my current situation that you're just dying to ask, so I might as well get to them now.
I didn't meet Supergirl until three months after I had changed. I was pretty well established in the League at the time. Even Batman had to grumpily admit that, even though I was not the same as the old Kara, I was doing a good job. (By the way, I think I will reserve exclusive use of the adverb grumpily for when I walk about Batman. Nobody pulls it off like him.) I still hadn't adopted a secret identity and gone out in public. The stories I heard in the League lounge frightened me about confusing my life even more than it already was. So I hung out almost exclusively with other supers. It was cool getting to know then as individuals, and I count many of the League among the closest friends I ever had. And, no, I haven't had sex with any of them. Yet. Not that I'm not curious. But I don't want to rush into anything. I'm still hopelessly confused about myself in many ways. Am I a man trapped in a woman's body? Am I gay, bi, straight? I don't want to screw anything up with people I genuinely care about because I want to scratch a sexual itch. So for now, I'm taking care of my own needs, and we'll see what develops.
Anyhow, apart from missions, the only time I go out in public is on goodwill appearances. Superman explained these to me as such: people have a capacity for the heroic within them, but as long as they revere us as gods they will not allow that potential to come out. Seeing us as people helps them see the heroic in themselves. Canary told me these appearances were to generate enough warm feelings that the public doesn't turn on us the next time we accidentally destroy a city block in a battle with Sinestro. The Flash said people just want to see my tits up close. In truth it was all of those things, plus kids. I never really thought about kids much back when I was a man, and if I did I saw them as creepy and gross. But having kids cheer you and look at you with so much admiration and trust...man, if for no other reason, it makes it all totally worth it. And they actually listen when I offer them platitudes like "believe in yourself" and "sometimes the tough choice is the right choice." If my dad said those things to me, I have completely forgotten them. But apparently a superhero lends authority even to the most trivial inspirational quote. I'm changing lives, dammit. Now, as far as their dad's raging boners go...well, we're back to creepy and gross.
I first met Supergirl at one of these public appearances in Anchorage. I think they chose us because we save the League transportation costs (you would not believe how much bean-counting goes on behind the scenes). I didn't ask her straight up why it had taken so long for the two of us to cross paths, and you could see from her body language that she didn't want much to do with me. We did our thing, posed for pictures (and I deserve a fucking medal for not ripping the arm off the oil worker who grabbed my boob), and spoke briefly to the press. We slowly circled the city twice before heading home. That's when she said her first four words to me.
"You fly like shit."
"They don't think you're new. They think you're her."
"I'm not."
"Damn straight."
"I'm sorry. Were you close?" OK, you have to realize that even at that point I had no real clue who Power Girl was or where she came from. Clark filled me in on some sketchy details about being a Kryptonian and not really being from Krypton because she was from another dimension, but he never really got into the relationship stuff. Having been a guy, I totally get that. However, at that moment, I was cursing him for not explaining to me about how I was connected more closely to Supergirl than I could have ever possibly imagined.
"Of course we were close!" Supergirl's eyes flashed with anger, and for a second, I thought she was going to blast me with her heat vision. For a second, I was genuinely frightened.
"Oh, my god," I said. "Were you...lovers?"
Her rage reached a peak, but then understanding dawned, and Supergirl gave a bitter laugh. "You really don't know, do you? Kara and I were more than close. We were the same person: Kara. I mean, we're not from the same dimension, but she was me, just a little bit older. It was hard at first, but we grew close, and we shared things I never thought I could share with anyone..."
We stopped flying, hovering somewhere over the Canadian Shield. I could see that she was fighting back tears. For my part, I was having a pretty serious case of the feels as well, and my own eyes were growing misty. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I can't replace what you lost, and I'm sorry that I remind you of her just by living. I'll stay away from you if you..."
"No. I'm sorry for how I behaved towards you. It's not your fault. You must be going through a lot yourself. Don't leave, don't change. It's still good to be reminded of her, even if it hurts. And part of her still lives on in you. I want to hold on to that." I've never been a touchy-feely person, but I knew when it was time to offer a sympathetic hug. I drew Kara to me and held her for a long time. We just hovered there, wordlessly, while we each enjoyed a good cry.
Then, as we were calming down, I realized that Kara's hand was stroking my breast.
"Um, Kara...?"
"Sorry. We used to touch each other when one of us was feeling bad. We felt that, since we were technically the same person, it was all right. I used to love how intimate we could be. I'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable."
"If I'm uncomfortable," I said, "It's because I'm worried you're vulnerable right now, and that I might be taking advantage of you. Honestly, I've had more trouble coming to terms with being a woman than I have had with coming to terms as a superhero."
"That's sweet," she said, giving me a tender kiss on the cheek. "It's nice to know that you still find me attractive."
"Good self-image, I guess."
We both laughed a little then. She guided me down to the wilderness below, and we made a bed for ourselves in a drift of fresh snow. We held each other for hours, gradually growing more comfortable as light petting escalated into full-on exploration of each other's body. When we finally made love, it was not the mountain-smashing kinky erotica of some people's imaginations, but an expression of kindness, compassion, and comfort. There, in the snow, in the arms of Supergirl, I felt fully whole since the first time she had changed. She later told me that she had felt something similar, being able to move from the comforting illusion of loving her alternate-dimension self to fully trusting and giving herself to another being.
We started seeing each other seriously after that. We took some ribbing from the League, but on the whole they were very supportive of us. We came out to the world after that. Since the public was as clueless about the relationship between Kara and Power Girl as I had been, this was largely cast as "two aliens finding solace in each other's arms," which, while not telling the whole story, was not too far form the truth. Now that I had someone I could trust and confide in, I felt better about myself, and I was more able to use my powers to help the League and to to my best to protect humanity. Kara calls me "Marcus" when we're alone together, and that's about all that remains of my new identity. As far as anyone knows or cares, I am Power Girl.
And the mountain-shattering sex that came after was just icing on the cake. ;)
"Of course we were close!" Supergirl's eyes flashed with anger, and for a second, I thought she was going to blast me with her heat vision. For a second, I was genuinely frightened.
"Oh, my god," I said. "Were you...lovers?"
Her rage reached a peak, but then understanding dawned, and Supergirl gave a bitter laugh. "You really don't know, do you? Kara and I were more than close. We were the same person: Kara. I mean, we're not from the same dimension, but she was me, just a little bit older. It was hard at first, but we grew close, and we shared things I never thought I could share with anyone..."
We stopped flying, hovering somewhere over the Canadian Shield. I could see that she was fighting back tears. For my part, I was having a pretty serious case of the feels as well, and my own eyes were growing misty. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I can't replace what you lost, and I'm sorry that I remind you of her just by living. I'll stay away from you if you..."
"No. I'm sorry for how I behaved towards you. It's not your fault. You must be going through a lot yourself. Don't leave, don't change. It's still good to be reminded of her, even if it hurts. And part of her still lives on in you. I want to hold on to that." I've never been a touchy-feely person, but I knew when it was time to offer a sympathetic hug. I drew Kara to me and held her for a long time. We just hovered there, wordlessly, while we each enjoyed a good cry.
Then, as we were calming down, I realized that Kara's hand was stroking my breast.
"Um, Kara...?"
"Sorry. We used to touch each other when one of us was feeling bad. We felt that, since we were technically the same person, it was all right. I used to love how intimate we could be. I'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable."
"If I'm uncomfortable," I said, "It's because I'm worried you're vulnerable right now, and that I might be taking advantage of you. Honestly, I've had more trouble coming to terms with being a woman than I have had with coming to terms as a superhero."
"That's sweet," she said, giving me a tender kiss on the cheek. "It's nice to know that you still find me attractive."
"Good self-image, I guess."
We both laughed a little then. She guided me down to the wilderness below, and we made a bed for ourselves in a drift of fresh snow. We held each other for hours, gradually growing more comfortable as light petting escalated into full-on exploration of each other's body. When we finally made love, it was not the mountain-smashing kinky erotica of some people's imaginations, but an expression of kindness, compassion, and comfort. There, in the snow, in the arms of Supergirl, I felt fully whole since the first time she had changed. She later told me that she had felt something similar, being able to move from the comforting illusion of loving her alternate-dimension self to fully trusting and giving herself to another being.
We started seeing each other seriously after that. We took some ribbing from the League, but on the whole they were very supportive of us. We came out to the world after that. Since the public was as clueless about the relationship between Kara and Power Girl as I had been, this was largely cast as "two aliens finding solace in each other's arms," which, while not telling the whole story, was not too far form the truth. Now that I had someone I could trust and confide in, I felt better about myself, and I was more able to use my powers to help the League and to to my best to protect humanity. Kara calls me "Marcus" when we're alone together, and that's about all that remains of my new identity. As far as anyone knows or cares, I am Power Girl.
And the mountain-shattering sex that came after was just icing on the cake. ;)
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Empowerment, Part III
The next couple of days were exciting to me as I got to meet the heroes I had idolized my whole life. Given the circumstances, I suppose I was greeted warmly, and I appreciated the teams efforts. I kept reminding myself that they had lost a friend and teammate and tried to act accordingly. It couldn't be easy having a living reminder of Kara in their midst. Not all of the League were supportive, though. Batman kept watching me like I was going to shoplift official office supplies, and Barry...the Flash...tried to cop a feel of my bosom. Apparently I'm faster than the old Power Girl as well, and I was able to clock Barry to the point where the immature little creep will think twice before violating me again.
The work they had me do was kind of lame. A lot of testing and workouts both in the gym and in the field. "Observation" was as bad as it sounds like. I tagged along on missions to a refinery fire, a terrorist hostage situation, and the rescue of a disabled submarine. In each instance, I was dying to show the team what I could do, but they were pretty clear that I had to sit on my thumbs until I got a hand of procedure and teamwork. Batman made sure he was on each mission I observed, just to make sure I didn't go berserk and eat a bus full of school children.
At night, I pretty much kept to myself. The team leaders thought it would be a bad idea for me to go out in public, and they especially warned me against trying to contact old friends and family. So,after work, I just sat in my room, watched TV, and masturbated. Please.Tell me you wouldn't. It's a good thing the walls here are soundproof,because apparently, I'm quite a screamer, and I think I would have blown the windows out of a normal house. I don't know that I'll be ready to begin dating anytime soon (pretty sure I'm a lesbian,though I must admit to being confused. Let's just called me 'gender fluid' at the moment), but it's nice to know that I can fulfull my own needs. It's good to have a hobby, I always said..
At last I was made a probationary member of the team. That's my official photo on the right. They're trying to pass me off as a reincarnation of the original Power Girl, pretending it's a newly discovered power of Kryptonians. Pretty clever. Now bad guys are going to think twice about trying to kill Supes or Supergirl or me if we just come back stronger than before. The downside is, I'm to be publicly addressed as Kara by the other members of the team. My name was all I had left of my old life, and now I gave that up. It made things even weirder between me and the other team members. I'm still a few weeks away from solo missions (and I have to be accompanied by at least two other team members if I want to leave team bases for at least another two months). When I stopped a school shooter in his tracks, it was one of the proudest moments of my life. I was devastated that I got there only after the violence started. Two kids had died, and a third will never walk again, but the police said the carnage would have been a lot worse if I hadn't shown up. I'm almost ashamed to admit how much fun it was. The shooter, some poor kid with some serious psychoses, unloaded a clip from an assault rifle into me. I still remember the way my tits shook with the impact,and my amazement at how little gunshots hurt me. My uniform didn't even tear! I'll have to ask Clark Superman about that one.
My partners on that mission were Green Lantern and Wonder Woman. Afterwards, Hal praised the work I did but he also admonished me for jumping the gun and failing to use teamwork. I have to admit that I was feel pretty full of myself, and I said that it didn't really matter, since I was more than powerful enough to deal with the issue on my own. That actually set Diana off and she called me a weak-ass substitute for the original Kara. Well, from what I understand, the original Kara wasn't much of a team player, and I said so. Bog mistake. Diana then goes and pulls rank, takes me off missions, and dresses me down about respect, teamwork, and tradition. At that point I broke down and cried. As much as I would like to blame Krytponian hormones for my little display, I think I would have done the same even in my old body, I really did begin to see where I let the team down, and she had a point that if there were hidden threats, I might have put people's lives in danger. Well, once I started bawling, everyone felt awkward. Hal went and got beers, and we had a long talk well into the night.
I let it all out: the way I missed my friends and family, the sense I had that I wasn't born to be a superhero, the fear that I was living another person's life for them. Hal and Diana didn't really have any answers for me, but they listened, and they reassured me that part of being a superhero was feeling like shit almost all of the time. Great. They should put that on the recruiting brochure. After a while, things got downright friendly. Diana and I even arm-wrestled (the photo shows me toying with her, right before I nearly tore her arm of. In fun, of course). After a while I went back to my room and passed out, not really feeling any better, but at least accepting of the rottenness I had kept buried. I had always thought that superpowers would make a person less lonely and anxious and insecure. Turns out they had quite the opposite effect.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Empowered, Part II
I knew that the Justice League was headquartered on a satellite, but I had no idea how to find it. Rumor was, it was cloaked from most human technology. So I did the next best thing. I flew to Gotham (the flight took under a minute!) to visit the Hall of Justice. The League no longer officially met there, but there were a few supers on staff there, and it was open to the public. Despite my new body, I didn't want to be seen as a trespasser until I had a chance to tell my story.
Black Canary was on duty. She came out to meet me when she saw "Power Girl" arrive on the security monitors. Right away, she knew that I wasn't the original Kara. It was only then that I discovered that my face still retained some of its Asian features. I could tell that Canary knew something was up. Her pulse started to race, and she eyed me like I was some kind of impostor.
"You're not Kara. Where is she?" she demanded of me.
I shifted awkwardly. "It's a long story. Can we talk somewhere privately?"
Canary still looked suspicious, but she led me to a conference room. I couldn't help but wonder if she had a stash of kryptonite, just in case I should prove to be an enemy. (Power Girl's immunity to kryptonite was a well-guarded secret at the time.)
I took a deep breath and told my story. I did my best to leave all of the details in, but there was still so much I didn't know. Black Canary looked at me skeptically, but apparently I convinced here that I wasn't there to trash the hall, and she began to treat me respectfully, if somewhat formally.
"I summoned Superman as soon as I suspected something was up. He'll want to have a look at you. If your story checks out...wow." Suddenly her expression turns melancholy. "If your story checks out, that means we've lost Kara." From what I understood, Power Girl usually kept her emotional distance from other supers, but the death of a colleague would hit anyone hard. "We can't simply admit you to her place on the League, not without proper vetting and training. We're going to have to insist that you follow some guidelines about using your powers until you're cleared."
She was interrupted when the door flew open and Superman flew in in a streak of red and blue. He looked me up and down, and I realized that he was using his x-ray vision to more fully scan me. Suddenly, I felt very naked before his gaze. The Man of Steel frowned after a few moments. "Well, she's clearly not Kara. And yet she appears to be kryptonian. Come here...what did you say your name was?" Superman had a gentle manner about him that made me want to trust him. I had admired the Man of Steel my whole life. I realized I was having a fangirl moment.
"It's Marcus," I said reluctantly. Superman raised an eyebrow.
"When Kara transferred her lifeforce to him, her powers and body imprinted on his DNA and rewrote almost everything about him. Only his memories and personality remain intact."
"This must be a terrible shock to you," Superman said, his voice full of sympathy. "Come here. Stand in front of me and face me. Put your hands against mine and push."
I did as I was told. I pushed him back a few feet.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm testing your strength. I had a pretty good sense of how powerful Kara was." I could see that his gentle face was now troubled.
"Don't go easy on my account," I said. "I'd like to know how strong I am, too." We resumed the exercise, with Superman bracing himself this time. Again I pushed him back almost effortlessly. I was about to accuse him of mocking me, but I realized that his face was showing strain and effort. That could only mean...
"Marcus, I'm going to have to ask you not to leave this building until I can consult with the rest of the League. Dinah, don't let her out or allow anyone to see her until I return."
"Should I put her in a cell?" Black Canary asked. I knew their intentions were good, but the thought of being made a prisoner made me nervous.
"I'm not sure we could hold her if we tried," Superman said before flying off.
I did my best to reassure Black Canary. "I promise I won't go anywhere. I'm as curious as you are to find out what's happened to me," I said.
Canary looked worried, as if I were a bomb that might go off at any time. But she did nothing to restrain me.
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I stayed in the Hall for the rest of the day. There were some residential suites still maintained, so my time there was far from uncomfortable. I was allowed to test my abilities in the gym. I maxed out all of the weight machines, which meant I could bench press more than a hundred thousand tons. There were some steel plates which were fun to melt with my heat vision, and I tested out my x-ray vision through the walls of the Hall. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to having powers, but at least I had a better sense of how to control them.
Black Canary provided pizza and beer around 6:00. I wasn't hungry, but I appreciated the gesture. eating made me wonder how I would support myself if the League decided they didn't want me. I had no ID for my new body. Could I get a job in construction or as a courier without papers? The thought of modelling or otherwise selling my image wasn't appealing to me in the least. I saw how the press had treated Kara before I became her.
Shortly after dinner, I had my first visitor. The Batman was easily recognizable, although he did not even so much as greet me. He just glared at me from under that cowl of his until I was made to feel profoundly uncomfortable.
"Can I...um...help you?" I asked.
"Superman says you're off the charts," he said in that raspy voice of his.
"I guess so," I said. "All we did was push against each other for a minute or so." I really didn't like where this was going.
"The others are all still debating about what to do with you. A few want to give you membership immediately. A few want to exile you out of our universe. One thing is clear. We can't just leave you to your own devices."
"Why not?"
"You're a lose cannon. Right now, I'm not sure we could bring you down if you went rogue, or if you were mind controlled. I hate situations I can't control." The threat was evident in his voice.
"I'm sorry. I didn't ask for this," I said, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.
"No, and you don't deserve this," the Batman said. He reached into his belt and pulled out a glowing green stone. It looked a little like the red stone I had swallowed that morning.
"What's that?"
The Batman frowned even more than usual. "This is the one surviving piece of kryptonite from your home universe. Kara knew I had it, just in case. We tested it on her twice. Each time, she was on the floor and gasping for breath within a few seconds."
"I don't feel anything at all."
"That's what worries me."
"So you don't trust me because you can't kill me?"
"You catch on fast." I can't believe I used to idolize this guy.
"So I take it you're going to vote with those who want to send me to another dimension?"
The Batman took a long time before responding. Even though I could apparently clean his clock now if I wanted, something about the guy still frightened me. "We'll see. I have a lot of respect for other members of the League. If they vote to keep you here, I'll honor that. But I'll have a close eye on you."
"Good," I said, really wishing he wouldn't.
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A few hours later, Superman returned with the news. I was to be granted probationary membership in the League. Effectively, that meant I had trainee status. I was going to be allowed to ride along on a few low-risk missions to observe. Then, when the time was right, I was going to be assigned to a team that mixed rookies and veterans. There were always going to be at least three supers around me, just in case I did go nuts.
If I did go nuts, it was going to be from all the paranoia that these dudes were sending my way. Really, all I wanted to do was to experience superpowered flight and to diddle myself silly. But there was a big part of me that was thrilled I had been asked to join the League. If they could really look into my heart, they would know that this was a dream come true for me. I wasn't about to fuck that up.
Friday, November 4, 2016
Empowered, Part I
Everyone said I was crazy for wanting to witness a superhero battle at first hand. Hey, some people chase storms. I chase supers. I had always been fascinated by supers. I watched every news broadcast. I collected their memorabilia. I even owned a few threads from Batman's cape (don't ask me how I got them). I dreamed of gaining power myself, protecting the city and keeping people safe. I fantasized about superheroines, dreaming that they would somehow find me attractive and claim me as their boyfriend. I wanted so much to be a part of that world that I was willing to risk my own life, despite the danger of collateral damage that frequently accompanied a fight between supers.
Downtown was being rocked by a confrontation between Black Adam and Power Girl. I made my way to a skyscraper's observation deck so I could watch the action. The two moved around the city at amazing speed, shattering windows by the sonic booms they left in their wake. Occasionally, one would catch the other and deliver a devastating blow, sending the other through a building. The tower I was standing atop was pierced in this way, and for a few heart-stopping moments, I worried that the building would collapse around me.
Power Girl looked like she was having the best of the fight. Dodging Black Adam's arcane blasts, she was able to pummel her foe, and I could see the villain start to stagger and weaken. I cheered as it looked like I would see history in the making not ten yards above my head. I could even feel the impact of each of the heroine's mighty blows.
But then Black Adam snared Power Girl in a band of red arcane energy. Power Girl screamed in pain. I was terrified as I could not imagine anything that could hurt the kryptonian so bad. She fell to the observation deck not twenty feet from where I stood. Whatever Black Adam did must have weakened him further, because he flew off to nurse his own wounds.
Power Girl tried to get up, but it was very clear that she was severely injured. I raced to her side, unsure of what I could do but willing to help in any way possible. She looked up at me, still magnificent but somehow, through the dirt and scrapes, more human.
"I need your help," she said weakly. My heart nearly stopped. I was a mere human. How could I help the strongest woman on earth?
"Black Adam did something to me. His magic is somehow reducing me. If I fight it, I'll die. If I let it run its course, it will destroy everything I am, leaving me powerless and incoherent. I have to accelerate the magic through my body. This will also destroy me, but there is a chance to continue on. As I pass, I will leave behind a small red gem. Take this into your body. Continue the fight."
This was all too much for me to handle. She was offering me everything I ever dreamed of , and the prospect terrified me. "I can't do what you do," I protested. "I'm just a guy. I don't know how to do what you do."
She took my hand in hers. Already I could feel her strength draining. "My name is Kara Zor-L, and I was a stranger to this universe once. Others helped me make it my home, and I will do everything I can to protect it. Take the gem and continue the fight. Its power can make you stronger than I ever was, but you have to act soon. Otherwise, my work in this universe will be over."
It was becoming hard for her to speak, and she slumped weakly to the ground. I cradled her head in my lap, anguished that one of my idols appeared to be dying. Could I really accept superpowers? It seemed like such hubris. But, then again, could I really refuse Power Girl's dying wish?
She coughed once, and a tiny red gem flew from her mouth. It pulsed with energy and I picked it up to examine it more closely. Before I could study it, though, it became clear that life has passed from Kara Zor-L. Tears filled my eyes and for several long moments, I could not think clearly. The sound of sirens filled my ears. I knew what I had to do. I lifted the red stone to my mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy. I swayed briefly, then collapsed on the body of the superheroine.
I think I was out for less than a minute. When I awoke, everything was different. Not only could I hear the sirens, but I could hear the voices of dozens of emergency responders, all dealing with the damage from the recent fight. I looked up at a cloud, and I could make out individual particles of water vapor, even though the cloud was exactly 5.324 km away (how I knew that, I don't know). Then, my gaze turned downward, and I realized what had happened.
My old body was gone. I was now in the body of Power Girl, or that of her successor. An immense canyon of tit-flesh met my gaze, framed by the famous Magic Cleavage Window. From my current angle, I could not even see my crotch, but a quick inspection with my hands revealed that I was unmistakable female. Not only had Power Girl's stone given me superpowers, it had somehow turned me into her exact duplicate. (I later learned that I was not an exact copy of the original. My Asian features remained on my face, I was two inches shorter than the original, and my breasts were even larger than the epic rack for which PG was famous. As it turned out, my powers were amplified, too. But I get ahead of myself...)
I must have sat there for several minutes, marveling at my new body and at how my new enhanced senses perceived the world. I could focus my sight and hearing on spots miles away, and I learned very quickly that my sense of touch was magnified as well. I always wondered how Kryptonians, who could shatter mountains with their strength, did not destroy mere humans with their slightest touch. Or haw skin that could repel tank shells could even register the touch of another human. The answer lay in that enhanced sense. I could actually feel the compression of air as my hands moved two inches above my chest. Gently, I touched my exposed skin, and a shudder of pleasure ran down my spine. I then grabbed a nipple through the fabric of my uniform and I nearly fell to my knees in ecstasy. Did all Kryptonians feel this way? It was a wonder that they could leave the house at all to fight crime, I mused. For the first time, a smile crossed my lips. I had swallowed the gem only with great reluctance. I had been frightened of the responsibility I knew would come with the action. Now that I understood some of the potential rewards, the responsibility did not seem so intimidating.
I was interrupted by a door to the observation deck opening. My hand flew away from my chest at lightspeed. I don't think the firemen who joined me saw anything. "Power Girl!" one said. "We saw Black Adam fly away. We feared the worst."
"No...I'm OK," I replied. My words caught for a second as I spoke with a voice that was not my own. I sounded just like the old Kara, I realized. "I need to get ready to meet him again," I added. Then I walked to the edge of the building. It is one thing to know you can fly. It is quite another to step off of a nine-hundred foot ledge into nothingness. Fortunately, my new body had instincts that seemed to take over. I bobbed down about twenty feet then floated up effortlessly to the level of the observation deck.
"I'm sorry about the mess," I told the firefighters. "I'll help clean up if I can." Then I shot off to the other end of the city and settled on the roof of a warehouse that overlooked the river. It was only then that I allowed everything to sink in. For all intents and purposes, the old me was dead. People would think that I had been killed by my own foolishness in my desire to witness a superhero battle. As far as anyone knew, I was a slightly different Power Girl, with all of the powers and pleasures and responsibilities that came with it. It was a life I had dreamed of and a life I now fully accepted. I would need help making the adjustment, though, and that meant I would have to contact other heroes who could help me navigate my new life. I decided to seek out the Justice League.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Jealous
I just stared at my wife as she ranted and raved. I felt sorry for her. Ever since the accident with the morphic nanites at the lab turned me into a twenty year old knockout, she's been having a hard time coping. Who knew she could be so jealous?
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Alien radiation
It took two years and a journey of a thousand miles, but I found the exact spot where the alien spacecraft had landed. It was just as I predicted. The residual radiation from their drive rewrote my genes into something...better.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
2,500,000 views
When I started this silly little site two years ago, I never dreamed that so many of you would visit. Thank you so much for your support. I grant each of you a wish, as long as that wish is "I wish I had a pair of breasts of my own to play with!"
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