Girl la Girl

OK, I got it, this suit will help me recover both halves of the lost Scissor Blade. And I understand that it needs to drink blood to achieve full power. But please explain to me again why it needs to turn me into a hot chick for its powers to work?

Revenge

Someday I'll get even with the government sickos who did this to me. What right did they have to for adamantium into my skeleton, to turn me into a chick, to make me into a living weapon?  Well, they made a huge mistake. They believed they could control me. Now they're going to pay for their arrogance.

Reach for the Star

I suppose I could have used my other wish to revers the effects of the first one. In hindsight, "I wish I could travel among the stars" was a pretty vague one. Who could blame the genie for turning me into Starfire?  I never asked to become a woman, or an alien for that matter, but I've never been the type to ignore an opportunity for adventure. There's a whole lot I intend to explore. After that, I may travel into space...

Is she strong? Listen, bud...

OK, recreating the lab accident that gave Parker his powers might not have been a brilliant idea. How was I to know that the spider I irradiated was a female Black Widow?

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.

What you wish for

I thought I was pretty clear when I wished for "kick-ass mental powers."  I mean, all the genie had to do was grant me a little mind control, and I would have been on my way to building my own harem. Instead, he thought it would be funny to swap my gender, turn me Asian, and give me all of the powers of Psylocke.  Well, not exactly what I wanted, but I've been having a hell of a time getting to know my new body. And as for the "kick-ass" part of my wish, the Genie was pretty literal about that. So if you touch me again without asking, I'll show you how much damage this sexy new body can do.

Avenge me!

I made a wish to have the power to become any superhero I wanted. I assumed that I would become a shapeshifter, able to change forms at will. Instead, I found that after I changed into a certain Avenger, I was stuck in that form for good. I should have been more specific.

Sexpionage

The government of China found themselves frustrated by the fact that most superheroes ended up in the USA, leaving them far behind. However, spies from Beijing obtained samples of the DNA of two of America's most powerful supers. The president ordered two members of the special forces to have their genes resequenced to create China's first homegrown heroes. The soldiers were prepared for the development of superpowers. They were not quite prepared for the other effects of having their DNA overwritten by that of Wonder Woman and Supergirl. Nonetheless, the Chinese government considers the test a success. American spies report that the Chinese government has begun to stockpile a billion doses of the transformation serum...

Queens of the Dead

Screw you, Jim. You're the one who wished that we could be superheroes. Didn't it occur to you that you needed to be specific? Now you're a half naked vampire chick, and I'm an albino demon queen. I'm not exactly in the mood for frisky time.

Fifty shades of Jean

Don't even try to lie to me. I can read your thoughts, remember? I know you tricked me into the MAU do that you could live out your Marvel sexual fantasies. Well, I have news for you. Unless you go into that box and come out looking like Psylocke, it ain't going to happen.

Pink kryptonite

I never meant for this to happen. I was just an innocent bystander. Even Luthor must have been surprised when his Pink Kryptonite beam passed through Supergirl and knocked me down. I mean, kryptonite isn't supposed to effect humans, right? But that one short blast turned me into a hot chick and gave me the powers of a kryptonian. Kara and Kal-El have done their best to show me the ropes, but I have no idea how they keep their super libidoes under control. I feel like humping the whole city.

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.

Break it to her gently

"Sir, should we tell Captain Reynolds that the plane hasn't even left the ground yet?"

"Not yet, Corporal. Reynolds freaked out when he was turned into a woman when he was exposed to zeta radiation. How do you think he's going to react when he finds out he's developing superpowers?"

Never guess

"Look, there's Brad and Alex. They'll never guess that we're Duncan and Ramon. Using the MAU to make 'costumes' for Comic-Con was your best idea ever."

"No, my best idea ever was actually turning us into real live superheroes, rather than just some hot chicks in costume. If you think Brad and Alex are going to freak when they find out who we really are, wait until we start flying around the convention hall."

Options to marvel over

Thanks, genie! You're the best! My first wish gave me everything I ever wanted: a sexy female body, the strength of a superhero, and the confidence to wear this outfit in public. My biggest problem now is figuring out what to do with the other two wishes...

The feminine Mystique

I had one wish, so I wanted to make it count. I wished to be able to change into anyone I wanted, whenever I wanted. I wound up as Mystique. I freaked out about being a chick at first, but since I can become a man again with a mere thought, it wasn't that big a deal. As time went on, however, my new body began to feel more natural. I find myself spending more and more time in my sexy blue skin. When your body feels this good, why change?

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.

Alien to alien

The aliens snatched me off a desert highway. The poked, prodded and probed me for days. When they were done, they had chopped up my body and put my brain in a jar. Then they offered to restore my body however I wished. I tried to send them a mental image of Christopher Pine, but I guess I'm such a comics nerd that an image of a superhero popped up from my subconscious.

Given a choice, I probably would have picked Superman or Flash. Being a chick has taken a lot of getting used to. But I'm loving being a Kryptonian! I get to help people all day and party to an insane degree all night. Just don't tell the aliens that Supergirl isn't a native of earth. Their legal team would make me give back this body...

Please don't tell

Bob's wish to become Nightwing turned the rest of us into the rest of the Teen Titans. As Raven, I have the power to change all of us back, but please don't tell anyone!

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!