Patriotic Wish

Every year, on the Fourth of July, Frank made the same wish as he watched the annual fireworks display.  "I wish I could protect my country, just like a superhero."  This year, his wish was granted!

The Good Fight

I was the only one who knew that the recent appearances of Power Girl were really my girlfriend Alice. The magic brooch she owned turned her into an identical copy of my favorite superheroine, powers and all. Alice was great in the role, fighting crime and helping people in need. When she got trapped in an alternate dimension, I knew I had to step up and wear the brooch myself. The world needed  Power Girl.

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."

"Give me a break. I'm still new to this." Admittedly, I was really clumsy in the sky.

"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.  ;) 

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.

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.

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.

Murrica

Just one wish. That was all I had, but no worries. I knew exactly what I wanted. I had always been a patriot, so I wished to become a superhero who could protect the country. Well, I would have preferred becoming Superman, but I can't really complain about becoming Power Girl. This body is awesome, and I swear I see fireworks every time I orgasm. Happy Fourth!

Don't be a baby

God, don't be such a baby. I don't remember you asking my permission when you used that ray gun of yours to turn me into the girl of your dreams. Power Girl, really? I thought you were more mature than that. And I thought you were smarter than to try to touch my super-boobs. No matter how a woman is dressed, her body still belongs to her. So, no, I'm not going to apologize for using my heat vision to vaporize your little toy. You gave me this body and these powers. Now deal with the fact that I'm in charge now.

Super Cleavage Window

"Matt, are you nuts? Give me back the magic remote! Do you want to be stuck like some over-endowed superheroine? Why are you putting it in your cleavage?"

Matt laughed in response. "Because this is the most fun way to smash the remote to atoms, silly. Power Girl is everything I always wanted to be, and if you think I'm going to let you take this body away from me, you're crazy."

The Power is in me

I can't believe she gave up everything to save us. This wasn't even her planet, after all. But even then, Power Girl had the last laugh. Satisfied had demanded that she sacrifice her soul to save earth. Her body was not part of the deal.

Who am I? I'm just a poor schmuck who was in the wrong place at the right time. I witnessed the epic battle between Darkseid and Power Girl. And when it looked like the worst was going to happen, we both knew what we would have to do. I had to give up my male body so I could continue the fight in hers. Her sacrifice saved us all. She is gone, but I will live on as her.

I better go get cleaned up. I have to meet the press.

Truth, Justice, and a Killer Bod

The Zeta Wave had done what legions of supervillains had failed to do for generations. In less than a second, the green pulse of light had reduced the earth's supers to lifeless husks, indestructible lumps of flesh without souls or minds to animate them. That's when normal criminals ran wild. As police had grown lazy by relying on supers for so long (and criminals having to be all the more ruthless and creative because of them), the pendulum of justice swung dramatically to the dark side.

There was one hope for justice: the Omicron Device. It could transfer minds, but, sadly, it could only be powered by consuming a star. Superman had charged it with a dying red giant just before the Zeta Wave hit. We had one shot, so the plan was to have a volunteer of impeccable moral character sacrifice their body to inhabit a body capable of interstellar flight. Then, the volunteer could recharge the device and thus earth's supers could be preserved.

That's the way it was supposed to work in theory. I'm Mike Johnson, the "volunteer of impeccable moral character." I used to be a fireman, and I won a Broze Star in the first gulf war. I saw my chance to help others, and what kid doesn't dream of being a superhero and fighting crime? They were pretty clear about it: when I woke up in the Omicron Chamber, I was going to be Superman.

At least that was the plan. I woke up like you see me. Nobody knows how my soul jumped the intended target and landed in Power Girl, who was two states away at the time. You would think being able to fly, use heat vision, and lift an aircraft carrier would be a huge adjustment, but the truth of the matter is, I was more freaked out about having a vagina and a pair of spectacular tits. This body felt amazing! Every pleasurable sensation was a million times more intense. I wondered at how the original Power Girl was able to do anything but play with herself all day.

In a nanosecond, I realized that making this body feel pleasure was my main goal in life. Impeccable moral character or not, I did not want to spend my life at the beck and call of the authorities who expected me to do their work for them. And their first request was to recharge the only device that could create the only beings capable of keeping me from getting the pleasure I deserved. One blast of my heat vision destroyed the Omicron Device. Without super intellects to rebuild it, and without a star to charge it, I'm the only game in town.

And what a game it's been! Sure, I spend some time fighting crime. With super speed, I can clean up a dozen cities in a day. And none of this "follow the spirit of the law" crap. I want to make it clear who is in charge. It's a good thing that this white uniform repels all stains.

That leaves most of the day and all of the night to have fun. Nobody, male or female, can resist the Magic Cleavage Window. I've had sex with supermodels, porn stars, and actresses--sometimes all in the same night!  I suppose I should feel bad about selling out the earth, but with each spectacular orgasm, I remind myself that it's my world now.

Power Wish

My wish to be a superhero didn't go as planned. I though I would become Barman or Spiderman or something. Instead I grew a pair of epic boobs and a killer bod. I thought being a chick would be a downer, but even without Power Girl's powers, I don't think I would change back. When I went to confront those jock asshole who tormented me in school, I didn't really need super strength to reduce them to quivering piles of jelly. They actually thought they were going to touch the most awesome rack in the galaxy! One little puff and they were pulling themselves off the far wall of the gym!  And I had thought losing my dick would put a damper on my love life, but it turns out all kinds of women want to date a real live superhero.

Best wish ever!

Carrying on the Legacy