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Story © Steve Zink and Usagi (from an original short story by Anne_Mal)
The following story contains characters owned by DC
Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make
any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun,
with no profit to be made by the authors.
A Recent Friday...
In Metropolis, a window washer was eating his lunch on a platform fifty stories
high. As he took a bite of his sandwich, the scaffolding began to creak and
groan; before he could react, the whole structure came loose from the building,
taking him toward an almost certain death.
Suddenly, a golden lasso flew past his eyes, grabbing and halting the platform,
and causing his safety harness to jerk to a stop. As he looked up, he could see
a figure coming out of the sun, reaching down to him. He put his hand in front
of his eyes to block the glare, seeing an awesome pair of black high heeled
boots go past, followed by what looked like the famous red, white and blue
costume, but with black instead of blue, and a silver eagle emblem on her chest
instead of gold.
He was grabbed by a pair of tiny but strong hands enclosed in shiny red, and
felt the metal bracelets around each of her wrists. He looked into the face of
his savior, a kind face wearing a platinum tiara, a deep platinum choker
covering her whole throat, and fiery red star-shaped earrings, and said,
"Thanks...Wonder Woman?!" He was puzzled, because her face didn't look at all
like the Amazon with whom he was familiar. Then he knew, as he recognized the
steely features, even though they were now feminine.
Superman flew down to the street, cradling the man, and gently lowering the
platform so that no damage or injuries occurred. As soon as she was sure that
the broken structure was secure, she landed and released the man she had saved.
"Thanks again! I owe you my life. I don't care what anyone else says about you,
to me, you're the greatest, no matter what you look like." The man grabbed
Superman's svelte right hand, and began to shake it gently, as he would that of
any woman. As a crowd began to form around them, the man looked around, and
began to feel uncomfortable when the crowd started to murmur. He then dropped
Superman's gloved hand like a dead fish. "Uhh, I have to call my wife, that's
me, a happily married man, and tell her what happened. Thanks again."
He then ran off into the entrance of the building as quickly as possible.
Superman never got the chance to tell him that she wasn't Wonder Woman. She got
the impression, however, that he already knew. She sighed, "You'd think it
wouldn't matter, after all I've done; you'd think it wouldn't matter." She
gathered up her golden lasso, and replaced it on her hip.
Then a hand touched her on her bare shoulder from behind, and a familiar voice
said, "Excuse me!" She turned to see Lois Lane, with a smirk across her face.
"Mind telling me why you're wearing Wonder Woman's costume, and how you got a
body to fit it?"
'Well, at least Lois knows who I am.' Superman sighed again, "It's a long story.
And how did you know I was Superman?"
"I do keep up on current events, you know, Superman," she replied. "A couple of
the Justice Leaguers have been seen in each other's costumes recently, some in
totally new costumes, and few of the guys seem to be gals now. And you still
look more like a female version of yourself than Wonder Woman." She crossed her
arms, and continued, "I don't care how long the story is, I want to hear this!"
The incredibly feminine Superman started, "Do you remember the interview with
the JLA a week and a half ago?"
"Yes, I was there," replied Lois, "and I remember Wonder Woman showing off the
new costume you're wearing."
"Right after that, we teleported up to the JLA's Watchtower for our meeting to
elect our new members. It was as we were teleporting that the accident happened;
we later found out that the teleporter was booby-trapped by the Joker. It
exchanged some of our costumes to match his warped sense of humor. Joker turned
out to be the least of our troubles, though. Mr. Mxyzptlk reversed the sex of
all the guys in the second teleport group, and fixed the costumes from the first
group to be permanent."
Lois grinned, "So you aren't the only JLA member still wearing a different
costume? Sorry, I know this isn't funny, but it just seems so outrageous."
"Correct, Wonder Woman is now wearing my uniform," she told her. "Hawkman and
Hawkwoman have swapped costumes, with Hawkman becoming even more feminine than
me, thanks to Mxy. Flash and few of the other guys are also now female. Most of
the guys who got female costumes refuse to show their faces, because they are
still guys. We all got switched, one way or another, except the lucky few who
came up by other means, and the rest you'll find out about later, I guess."
Superman stretched out her arms, with palms turned down to showcase herself. "We
are really embarrassed to be wearing these costumes, but have no choice, because
they have become bonded to our individual auras at the molecular level. What is
even more embarrassing for me, is this costume somehow makes me take on a
beautiful Amazon's body, to match or even exceed Wonder Woman's physique. Unlike
the others in the first group, I'm not a male in a female costume; I've been
turned into a female version of myself. I am lucky in one respect, in that my
super powers have helped me adjust to these high heels."
She put one arm across her bounteous chest, and rested the other on it to put
her hand under her chin while Superman put a more serious look on her face. "I
guess I got lucky that it didn't give me her face, also. I still have my own
identity, even if it is altered considerably. The others with costume switches
are lucky; they only have different costumes, not different bodies, other than
Hawkman. He, or rather...she also got a bum deal, in that Mxy lowered her
intellect to nearly blonde bimbo status."
Lois laughed, saying, "I really shouldn't laugh, but the whole situation sounds
so incredible. I'm sorry to hear about the guys who have become gals, and poor
Hawkman. Since his...er, her wife is Hawkwoman, is she going to call herself
Hawkgirl, to match her reduced intelligence? By the way, you look really
adorable in Wonder Woman's new costume. I bet you wish she had worn her old
costume, instead of this one? This costume has to be more uncomfortable than the
old one would've been. And what about your masculine secret identity? If I
recall reading about Wonder Woman's costume change, it becomes a dress or
something else feminine. How can you explain wearing a dress, looking like a
man? For that matter, after changing, does the costume still make you look like
a woman?"
"I had to take a leave of absence from my job, because you're right. I can't
remove the costume, and it doesn't even change its appearance like her old
costume did. The best I've been able to do is cover it with other clothes, and
even that doesn't last long. Also, Wonder Woman has instructed me about the
bracelets of submission, and since they are magic, along with her power girdle,
they affect me the same way they did her. My powers are tied to them now."
"So are you going to be Superwoman now, or call yourself Wonder Woman, since she
is in the Superman costume, and is rightly Superwoman?" she asked, with just a
bit of a sneer.
Superman sighed heavily, and flew away without answering.
* * * * *
After getting back to the Daily Planet, Lois Lane was curious about Clark's not
showing up at work for over a week, which by coincidence was the same time that
Superman was wearing his, no she thought, *her* new costume. She spoke to Perry,
and he said that Clark had phoned in about an illness in the family, and would
call back when things were better. He also told Lois that Clark must have been
catching whatever was ailing his family, because his voice sounded kind of high
pitched.
For some reason, Jimmy Olsen had not reported for work in that time either, but
since she didn't work side by side with Jimmy the way she did with Clark, Lois
didn't pay this any mind. That was more Perry's problem. She just hoped that
nothing had happened to her favorite photographer.
Lois started to call Clark, but decided instead to drop by his apartment later
that evening, after work.
* * * * *
Clark was sitting in her chair with a robe wrapped around her Wonder Woman
costume, wondering how she could continue as Clark Kent, while dressed as and
appearing to be an incredibly beautiful young lady.
The doorbell rang, and before she could think, she asked, "Who is it?" in the
same seductively feminine voice she'd been using earlier in the day.
"It's me, Clark," Lois answered, wondering already about the feminine voice she
heard. "Let me in, I need to talk to you."
Clark hesitated for a few seconds, wondering how to explain her form and clothes
to Lois, but then she reached for the locks on the door, and let her in.
Lois entered the apartment, took one look at Clark, and grinned.
"It is true. After all these years! I always suspected you were Superman, but
couldn't prove it!"
Clark collapsed into a nearby chair, and asked, "Lois, please take a seat on the
couch."
"I don't see why you can't just cover up the costume with other clothes, even if
you can't take the costume off," Lois remarked. "I know it must be embarrassing,
and makes you look unbelievably feminine."
"When it was first placed on me at the Watchtower," she replied, "I had been
wanting to remove it. Wonder Woman even said I should have been able to remove
it. She had removed it a number of times. But all of our costumes became bonded
to our auras just before the meeting in the Watchtower. Now, I don't even have
any desire to try and remove it, or cover it up; all I want to do is keep
wearing it, enjoying how feminine and beautiful it makes me look."
The ultra-feminine Superman then stood, and without even thinking about it, used
the stiletto heels under her feet to strike a seductive pose. "At first, I
should have at least been able to remove some of the costume's accessories, like
the tiara and choker. I have tried over and over, but when I raise my hands to
them, they refuse to grasp them. I have only been able to stay out of this
outfit for less than an hour lately. I have put dresses or pants and blouses
over it, but can't seem to keep them covering it. A compulsion comes over me
again, and I find myself once again dressed like this. Also, I lose my powers
completely if I don't wear the bracelets and girdle of strength. I was able to
take them off briefly, but felt my strength fading rapidly. My original powers
are now fully interconnected with Wonder Woman's power icons."
Superman smiled finally, and did a fashion twirl for Lois. "Helplessly, I keep
myself dressed in this outfit, and I'm now able to relax with it on. But this is
the only identity I can have. At first, I felt uncomfortable dressed like this,
but after a while, I became adjusted to the high heels and tightness of the
girdle around my waist. It now feels right to be dressed this way, and that
worries me. I have the feeling I will never be able to remove it completely, and
get into my normal costume again."
As she was finishing this statement, a familiar blue and red costume with gold
trim flew in through the window, but encasing a shape that bore no relationship
to its past occupant. Wonder Woman herself stood before them, looking for all
the world like a Superwoman. "I can see that you two are busy," she said, "but I
found out a couple of things about my new costume that will help you understand
why it is so difficult for you to remove any of its parts."
Clark looked at her in shock and disbelief. "What do you mean? You could remove
your costume before, and now you're saying there are things you didn't know
about it?"
"Besides the different colors and sexier look, the new costume you have on is
different from my earlier costumes, in one major respect," she told her. "I
added the choker for vanity's sake, because I wanted to look prettier than
Aphrodite herself, and said it out loud while I designed it. Because my powers
come from all the gods, including her, she placed a curse on it. I would be able
to remove and replace the costume at will, but once the choker was in place
continuously for 48 hours or more, I would not be able to remove the choker or
any other part of the costume, nor would I want to. It was to make me desire to
wear it all the time, and be permanently as beautiful, or more so, than
Aphrodite. So besides the fact that your costume is bonded to your aura, since
you've been wearing the collar for over a week, it is also magically welded to
you by the gods, with its resulting compulsions."
Clark grimaced, and said, "Not only can I not actually remove it, I have no wish
to remove it now; it makes me look so pretty and beautiful, and I am so
comfortable that way. However, I feel completely embarrassed all the time,
worried that somebody is going to see me as a very feminine Superman. I think I
was recognized as such earlier today."
How it all began...
Late one Thursday night in Gotham City, a man was working diligently on a
rooftop JLA transporter. He kept looking at the crazy man that had forced him up
there to the roof at gun point. 'What did I do to deserve this?' he thought.
'What did I do to deserve him?'
"It's been a long time since I've played with the Justice League," the Joker
mused. "I almost destroyed them once, when I turned their idiot mascot to my way
of thinking; even when I was unmasked, the fool still thought I was right.
Thanks to him, the fun will start again." He began cackling, but was interrupted
by the man.
Sweating, the technician said, "It's not possible. Even though you gave me a few
of the access codes to the JLA computers, I can't make any changes from this
remote teleporter terminal. I would probably need direct access on the JLA's
Watchtower, and even then, it is not certain."
"No problem," the Joker smiled, and cocked his gun, aiming it directly at the
man's head. "I will find some other way to amuse myself."
"Please don't!" the tech cried, putting his hands in front of his face. "It's
not my fault, the system is just too good. The only thing that I can get into is
a subroutine that was never before utilized."
"Which is?"
"The system could transport someone to their destination wearing a different set
of clothes. I guess they could appear in their costumes, without having to
change from their secret identities, or vice versa. I could possibly activate
it, but what would be the use?"
"Hmm," the Joker said thoughtfully, putting the gun up as he rubbed his chin.
"Could you change the settings so that I could control the outcomes of what they
were wearing?"
"Only if the matrix was already on file, and at this time, there are no files. I
can't upload any files from here; I guess I could try to make them appear
without clothing, but there does seem to be a default to override that."
"But what happens to the original items they were wearing?"
"The teleporter creates a matrix which is stored, but that is the problem. You
need to have another matrix, so that the person will appear with different
clothes, and the only one available will be the one just created."
"Oh, I don't know about that! I have an idea!" the Joker said in glee, and began
to cackle even louder than before.
The very next afternoon, since he slept in all morning after his work the night
before, Joker took the very well crafted false papers and identifications he'd
made with him to Metropolis. There, he made arrangements for the fictitious new
magazine he was representing to have use of the public square adjacent to the
JLA Teleport Terminal. He had found out about the upcoming election of JLA
members, and that gathering was what had sparked his latest scheme. Joker also
started calling the JLA's information line to set up the photo shoot that he
knew would embarrass the JLA, hopefully to the point of never showing their
faces in public again.
At the same time that the Joker was hatching his plan, in a galaxy far, far
away...
Martian Manhunter was on a deep space exploration, trying to ascertain the
location of his lost Martian people. They had disappeared after a cataclysmic
radiation bombardment made his home planet deadly to he and his fellow Martians.
He was in an immense solar system located in the constellation known to
Earthlings as Orion. On one of the larger planets, he discovered a skeleton
which, unknown to him, was the remains of Kaprina-Nar.
The shape and size of the skeletal fragments resembled the remains of females
from his own people, and on this body, he found a glowing pair of gloves. He
placed them in a sealed box, to be brought to the Watchtower for further
examination. Near the skeleton was what looked like a ship's log, but the
Manhunter failed to notice it because of the sand which had blown over and
around it for all that time, leaving only a small corner visible.
Unknown to the Manhunter, these alien artifacts he was bringing back had been
created a long time ago by Mr. Mxyzptlk, a longtime foe of Superman. The gloves
were actually a complete body suit with an intelligence that had contracted into
the smaller forms. It gave the wearer chameleon-like abilities. The suit also
needed a life force to activate its abilities, the more super, the better. Mxy's
plaything was called XTC.
The gloves were first worn by a super hero of the sector known as K-257. He'd
been coerced into donning the gloves, and found out to his chagrin that they
were able to take over his mind and life. He had not been able to activate the
full powers of the gloves, however, because of the life force that was needed.
Mxy had set them up to become fully charged on the life force of a super powered
host, and their first wearer was a normal strength humanoid. XTC gave him the
appearance of a gold plated goddess, and the mind of a playful villainess.
Picture: Goldbody.jpg
Caption: The very first male to fall prey to XTC
The gloves were sentient, because Mxy always had to be in charge of anything he
created, and would eventually make the wearer chaotic, if not necessarily
completely evil. That would depend on the life force empowering the outfit. The
suit was mind activated to become any female form the wearer desired under XTC's
influence, but without a default to return to his former sex. It was definitely
made for a male to wear as a prank by Mxy, and once it was on, it replaced his
skin. Therefore, only death would allow it to be removed.
If activated by the proper life force, the gloves would expand and become a
clear latex shell, forming even gloves and shoes, and sealing the face and head
also in layers of latex. This made its chameleon ability so potent as a weapon.
Outside of areas that needed to appear as skin, this latex shell could become
any color and shape for a costume. This ability was a two-edged weapon, however.
The more it was utilized, the more independent the sentient intelligence of XTC
would become. It would eventually take over the wearer's mind, making the wearer
want to commit mischief, then graduate to crime. If the occupant of XTC's shell
had any contact with any person even once, it could copy all of that person's
appearance, as well as the powers of that person. This happened only after the
mind of the wearer was completely under the influence of XTC.
Had the Manhunter found the log buried next to the skeleton, this is what he'd
have read:
A Hero's Journal
by the ex-Lt. Jason Nar
I leave this story as a testament to all space explorers to come, to make sure
they follow procedures set forth by older and more experienced officers. We have
always been told when we find anything not of our own origin, to box it and
safely store it for others to investigate, but my curiosity has become my
downfall.
A space expedition of myself and six men set down on Mercuria, a small planetoid
in orbit around Orion's brightest star. We set off in different directions to
explore the area around the landing site. I set off in a northeastern direction.
I found a burial site, and I began to clear away the sand. I removed my left
glove for better feel, and moved the sand away to find a skull. The skull had
what appeared to be a pistol shot between the eyes. I began to investigate
further, and I found a single glove in pristine condition. An alarm should have
gone off in my head. The wound appeared to be self inflicted, and I should have
figured that something drastic had to cause the person to do such a radical act.
Instead, I cleared the spot around the glove, and a skeletal hand fell out of
the glove.
How what I next enter as being first person references from the glove itself
will become evident as you read on, and I hope you pay attention, for your own
good.
As soon as the light hit the glove, XTC became alert, and started searching for
the being that had brought her back to life. The glove is a sentient being that
was created by a magical imp from another dimension calling himself Mr. Mxyzptlk.
Its previous wearer, before the one I'd found, ran afoul of the law when she was
creating havoc in this system. This officer whose remains I'd found had the
unmitigated gall to attempt to arrest the gold plated villainess. Not only did
he do this, but he also humiliated her. The arrest upset Mxy, but the
humiliation was more than he could stand.
Mxy popped into view, then snarled at the officer and said, "Accursed officer of
the law, you place such a high value on your office, but none on a person's
feelings. I am a being of magic, and you attempt to make fun of me. I have a
much better idea. People from now on will humiliate you. Your appearance will be
a farce known far and wide. My sentence is this: your uniform will be the cause
of your humiliation. Let's remove your old one." He waved his fingers, and the
male officer was nude.
"Next, I wouldn't want you to be a naked male, so I will clothe you properly,
starting with these gloves. First thing though, your skin is very pale. I have a
better idea," and with a snap of Mxy's fingers, his skin turned to tan latex.
"Oh no, I'm not even getting started with you yet. I think turning you into a
very beautiful female with nice round soft breasts would be appropriate." Again
he snapped his fingers, and a pair of grapefruit sized breasts appeared on his
chest.
"On a few backward planets, women used to wear something that could be useful to
hold those nice breasts," Mxy said, and a very tight latex corset with metal
stays appeared around his waist, shrinking it to a firm twenty-two inch
waistline, with large cups lifting and separating the huge mammaries. Next a
very lacy pair of panties, also in latex, appeared around her new sex. To top
off her new attire was a feminine version of his uniform, with a nice blouse and
pretty miniskirt. Her feet became adorned in a nice pair of thigh high boots
with ten inch heels. It made her appear that she was a ballerina, standing on
her tip toes.
The imp said, "Now you will know humiliation; people will make fun of your
appearance, and you will feel the sting of unkind comments. I will adjust your
mind to accept all of the remarks with a smile. You will love the way you are
dressed, and it is completely natural to you. To yourself and others, you will
look completely feminine with long hair. But the inner male self will feel
different. You will cringe at every comment, and want to run and hide, but all
you will do is think about it. You are incapable of considering removing your
precious outfit. As long as you live, your clothes will be the cause of unending
shame. Your outer clothes will change to different outfits, thanks to the gloves
that will never come off your hands, very feminine and even more embarrassing.
You have some control over that. But the initial layer won't change; the corset
and latex body suit will be yours, unable to be damaged or removed until you
die, and even then, only from your skeleton."
The man who was cursed to be a woman on the outside this way suffered the
humiliation of all her people. She found the latex skin unbearable. She
eventually found herself on a desert planet, and she suffered for six months
trying to do her job, but the extreme temperatures and her costume became too
much. One night, she took a stroll outside of town, and blew her brains out. She
left a note saying what she was doing. The next day, she was buried, still clad
in her pretty latex outfit in an unmarked grave. This happened over a century
ago, but to a timeless and magical Mr. Mxyzptlk, time meant nothing.
Present day for Jason - though 50 years earlier for us...
As soon as XTC found it was an intelligent being that discovered her, she sent a
mental tendril into his mind. 'Oh, a space explorer, very intelligent, but a 250
pound giant of a male; but that will change as soon as I can make him put me
on.'
I looked up from the burial ground, and saw that the other men were still in the
distance, so I sat on the ground to take a break. Suddenly, I felt a powerful
urge to try the glove on. Initially I didn't want to, but the urge to put this
beautiful glove on took over my mind. Next thing I knew, I had it on my naked
left hand. A shock passed through my body, and I cried out in alarm to my
crewmen for help. It was too late. I grabbed at the glove with my right hand,
but it wouldn't move. As my fellow crewmen headed in my direction, I started to
undergo a startling transformation. My uniform dissolved into a liquid which
drained away into the sand.
Right before my startled eyes, my skin became layered in clear latex, from my
neck to my toes, all originating from the accursed glove. The glove's mate
appeared on my right hand. Then I felt massive changes taking place all over my
body, and I looked down to see. As I was looking down, a very full pair of
breasts appeared on my much smaller body. I was shrinking to a petite 5'3" lady.
I could feel my male organs shrink and reposition themselves into my body, in a
new and alien form. A latex mask appeared over my mouth so I could breathe while
I finished transforming. The clear latex covering my body started to take on the
form of a uniform of some sort.
My legs had formed a pretty pair of grey boots with ballet heels, toes pointing
straight down. Around my torso was a latex corset, with steel stays holding me
firmly upright, and giving my immense breasts all the support they needed. The
corset appeared to have lacings to close it on my belly, but as I used my gloved
hands to explore it, there were no actual lacings, or even a sign of a way to
open the corset, even down the back. On my neck was some kind of posture collar,
making me hold my head erect.
As my crewmates approached and watched this amazing transformation, my face
became layered in latex and my lips appeared to be wearing lipstick. My whole
head was sealed in latex, and my hair became shoulder length latex looking like
a gloriously rich mane of hair.
I was shocked at what had happened. I explored the whole outfit. The gloves were
fused to my new latex skin, as were the boots. How could I explain this to my
wife, my teammates, my superior officers. No woman had any rank in our Army; all
they were used for was secretarial duties and harem duty for the higher ranking
officers. What was I to do?
XTC started whispering in my mind, "I can help you, young master. I have special
abilities built in that could be useful to you. I can change your outer
appearance, your looks, hair and what you can wear over my suit. But the grey
outfit is permanent. I have bonded with your skin, and became it. Another
suggestion: if the army won't have you, become a pirate. I hear that they are
very popular, and very rich. I will make you impervious to most projectile
weapons and knives." XTC had learned from her last host. The oxygen mask and
tank disappeared, as they were no longer required. XTC said, "Think on these
things, and we will chat again. Forget about ever removing me. I can only be
removed by your death, and then only from your skeleton, just as you did from my
former owner."
My teammates came up and ogled me, the gorgeous woman who had been their
captain. Mike said, "I like the outfit. It suits you perfectly, and so smooth.
Does this mean we can have some fun once we are aboard the ship?"
Mike reached down and took my latex gloved hand, and helped me to my feet.
I tried to look imposing and commanding to my men. It was very difficult to do,
while trying to balance in high heeled boots that put my weight on my toes. Even
with those heels, I was six inches shorter than the shortest man in my command.
"I have no intentions of rolling in the sack with any of you. I will have a
couple of decisions to make once we are onboard our ship. All of our futures
could depend on them."
A bit later, once we'd gotten off the planet, I was laying on my bunk in my
room. XTC said, "Come on, Jason, we can have a lot of profitable fun. You have
no future at all in your service. Let's act on this impulse, and arm yourself
and take command of the ship. Those who won't join, leave in a space boat headed
back to the planet." Somehow her words became as orders, and I willing followed
them.
I stood up and headed to the weapons locker, and pulled out a laser rifle plus a
side arm to take over the ship. I got on the ship's intercom, and ordered all
hands to meet me on the bridge for a couple of announcements.
When the second-in-command reported that all were present on the bridge, I
headed there. I entered the bridge and ordered all personnel to attention.
I barked, in a surprisingly authoritative feminine voice, "As of this moment, I
am commandeering this ship and all aboard to become privateers. I cannot
function as a female in our army, so I am officially going AWOL, taking control
of the ship. You, my loyal men, have two choices. You can join me as privateers,
or you will be placed in a lifeboat, and sent back to that lovely planet we just
left.
"One by one, you will stand before me and state your intentions. No second
chances, either. Once you join me, you will either be loyal or dead."
"This could be fun and profitable," Mike said. "I'm your man. I hope we can keep
our old uniforms. Yours doesn't look too comfortable."
"It is very comfortable," I answered him, "once I'd gotten adjusted to this
tight fitting latex."
Three more men decided that fun and profit were better than the army, and joined
up. The other men were loaded in the lifeboat with three days of supplies, and
shot off toward the planet.
"Now that we have officially committed mutiny, we have to give the ship another
name. I already have a new name. I am Kaprina-Nar, privateer. We are going to
have fun. Right now, I am heading to the com room to officially be declared
mutinous and wanted. I want you, Mike, to steer us into the shipping lanes, and
start figuring out what ships we are going to plunder."
I turned on the interstellar communicator, and placed a face to face with
Admiral Bates, my ex-ranking officer. I waited until Admiral Bates appeared on
the screen, and then I turned on the receiver.
Admiral Bates looked as bland as usual when his image first appeared, but then
he saw the vision of loveliness on his screen and demanded, "What have you done
to Commander Nar? This is a private com mode used only by ship commanders. I
demand to speak to him, at once."
XTC temporarily allowed me to regain my former appearance, rapidly altering the
shape of my latex, and the shock on Bates' face was priceless.
I then told him, "I have called you to inform you that we won't take any more
orders from your staff or office. We are mutineers and privateers. I have taken
the name Kaprina-Nar, and my loyal crew will be free of your commands. We have
sent the non-loyal members of the crew to the planet we were exploring. We are
free of you, and will fire upon any vessel attempting to board us." I shut down
the system before he could make any reply, and regained my feminine appearance.
I strutted back to the bridge, and saw Mike planning our first action in our new
careers.
We spent the next two years raiding and looting ships, and spending our ill
gotten gains on a friendly little planet way out in deep space.
Then one day a weasel-like little man approached us and begged, "Do I have the
honor of addressing Commander Nar?"
I looked at him and asked, "Who wants to know?"
"I have been ordered to request your presence at a little get together tonight,"
the weasel said. "It will be attended by all the local scoundrels and
privateers, and we hope that you will join us."
I looked at him and said, "Sure, where is it, and what time?"
"We will send a transport for you and your crew at 17:30 this evening," he
replied. "Please be advised that dress is informal, and weapons will be checked
at the door."
At the dinner, we found out that all the commanders in attendance were being
invited to change their ways. We were being asked to take out the nonaligned
privateers. In other words, we were to become legal again.
We were given better ships, better weapons, an army of pirates to fight pirates.
We were highly successful for three more years. Thanks to XTC, I had become more
and more ruthless and evil, and we devastated the crews we were once friendly
with. They decided that Kaprina-Nar's career would be ended permanently.
We were hunted down now by our former army colleagues and the pirates, and
easily kept them at bay. But one day they got lucky.
They caught us in a refueling depot, and forced us to blast our way out. We were
fired upon again and again until a lucky shot hit our ion-drive engines. They
were crippled, and we were forced to land on a very hostile planet. We had just
landed when our engines exploded, killing all of my crew and leaving me almost
dead.
XTC tried to repair me, but I was a hopeless wreck, a highly irradiated being
with only hours left to live.
She said, "Kaprina, I am most sorry. Your damage is irreparable and you will
soon be dead. The only thing I can do is make your end quiet and painless. Let
me know your decision, and I will abide by it."
I realized the truth, wrote this journal, and allowed XTC to end my life. I pray
that whoever finds my remains finds and reads this journal before finding her.
Obviously, this was something the Manhunter would have liked to have read.
When the gloves were removed from Kaprina-Nar's skeleton, the sentient
intelligence named XTC started scanning this creature carrying it away, to see
if she could use it sometime to her advantage. She found that this super powered
alien would be perfect for her designs. He could travel interstellar distances,
and also move in an interdimensional manner as well. He had shape shifting
abilities, even into forms he had never encountered before.
Before XTC could even influence him to replace his own gloves, however, she was
placed, cursing to herself, in the sealed stasis box. This was then placed in a
pocket in Manhunter's cape, and transported back to Earth.
* * * * *
It had been a tiring month on his interstellar search, and the Manhunter would
feel great to be home and recover from his ordeal and deep space trek. Once he
made Earthfall, J'onn shifted into his human identity of John Jones, P. I. He
started catching up on his snail mail, e-mail, and other correspondence he had
received.
A priority message from Clark Kent, sent shortly after he'd started his journey,
reminded him of the preliminary meeting at the teleport terminal on Tuesday at
noon, prior to the mandatory meeting at the Watchtower.
He groaned in recollection of what was involved, and called Clark at home.
"Hi, Clark, John here. What will be happening at the teleport site before the
meeting, that I can hopefully beg out of?"
Clark misunderstood John's request, and stated, "I wish I could let you beg out
of it. It's a full-membership meeting for the election of new members, and a
photo shoot afterwards of all new members with all of the old members.
Unfortunately, the rules state that all members must attend the election of new
members. I think it will be entertaining, seeing the full membership in
attendance. It has been five years since new members were elected. Oracle has
been working overtime getting word to all active and reserve members. Almost
impossible. We would want you to be at the main teleporter at noon. There is
going to be a preliminary photo session, mostly to get fill-in and pictures of
the teleporter in action. We would really appreciate your being there."
John had known better than to interrupt Superman, so when he had finished, the
Manhunter said, "Of course, Clark. I love getting publicity for the JLA. I will
be there, with something I found while on my search. They were on a dead
spacefarer, in fact, so long dead that the bones crumbled to dust when I moved
them. Before it disintegrated, I saw the skull, so it may have been a female,
but I'm not sure. On the hands were a very strange pair of gloves, strange
because they showed no signs of wear. I would like for our computer to take a
look at them, just on the hope of finding out anything at all about them."
"Sure," Clark replied, "just use the precaution of the stasis box that all
unknown items teleported aboard the station are stored in. We have no idea what
they actually are, and they could be dangerous."
"Of course, they have been in one since I recovered them," John answered. "I
have to go now, because I have a ton of work to catch up on before I can have
any fun. I will be there Tuesday at noon, ready for all comers."
At the same time, in the Watchtower...
Joker had used his computer taps to catch when the Watchtower would be occupied
the least. As soon as everybody was gone other than Zatanna, who was left to
monitor the watch desk, he sent the previously coded message that his unwilling
assistant had crafted. It would mask his use of the Gotham teleport terminal so
that Zatanna would be unaware of its use. He made sure to avoid Batman, and
after a short trip in broad daylight to the terminal atop the Stock Exchange,
Joker zapped himself up to the Watchtower.
As he stepped off the pad at the terminal in the JLA's moon-based headquarters,
Joker was as quiet as a churchmouse. He knew that Zatanna was far enough away,
down a number of hallways with a few turns, that she wouldn't see or hear him
directly; however, sensors were another matter. He reached into his pocket, and
activated the jammer that Harley had obtained for him a few weeks earlier. At
the time, he couldn't think of any possible use for the tiny device, but hanging
on to it was now paying off. Slowly and methodically, Joker made his way to the
computer banks directly behind Zatanna in the comm center of the Watchtower, and
got to work.
It took a lot of willpower on Joker's part to keep his eyes on the task at hand,
and not the picture of femininity that was seated at the console less than a
hundred feet away. To do so, he forced himself to imagine one or more of the
male, or maybe even some of the other female members of the JLA, wearing that
killer costume. He almost cackled a number of times, but caught himself before
making any noise. The codings given to him by the technician worked perfectly in
reprogramming the teleport clothing parameters, and Joker made sure to have it
activate no earlier than the Tuesday next week that had been set for the
election. His work done, Joker snuck back to the instrument of his plan, and
made his way back Earthside without ever drawing any attention to himself.
Or so he thought.
While Joker was doing his best at avoiding Zatanna's senses and the sensors of
the Watchtower, he was incapable of noticing the impish magical entity who
popped into the Watchtower at precisely the time that he was busy changing the
codes. What Joker was doing met the imp's requirements without having to do
anything himself, and so he just observed as Joker did his nefarious work. The
imp liked what he saw, and decided to just observe for the time being, without
doing anything to Zatanna like he'd planned.
The day it all happened...
Jimmy Olsen, a close friend of and coworker with both Clark Kent and Lois Lane
at the Daily Planet, was walking out of the Planet Office building Tuesday
morning, getting really bored waiting for the trip to the JLA teleporter at
noon. While Lois was set to write the story, Jimmy was assigned to do all the
photography, and he was looking forward to getting so many of the heroes on film
in only one spot. The
weather was magnificent, with sparsely clouded blue skies instead of the usual
Metropolis smog. Perfect for the photo shoot, and Jimmy wanted to be there from
the beginning. The announced mega photo shoot that was to take place after the
JLA meeting would be even better, but like any good photographer, Jimmy knew
well enough to never count on the future. If a good photo opportunity was
presenting itself, always take advantage of it. He just couldn't handle the idle
time left before the group was set to beam up at noon.
Someone else who was getting just a tad bored was Mr. Mxyzptlk. He had hung
around at the Watchtower, watching Joker finish his tinkering, and saw the first
results when Hawkman and Hawkwoman arrived before the others to get set up. With
nothing else to do but wait, Mxy decided to
go Earthside and see what was going on before the group beamed up. Superman was
already at the site, Lois Lane was still stuck at her desk, but he spotted Jimmy
Olsen, dressed for the warm weather in a buttoned short sleeve yellow shirt and
khaki slacks. He was meandering on foot, with a large camera bag slung over his
shoulder. Mxy decided to follow Jimmy, and see if he could play with him, since
he knew all about Mr. Olsen's past disguise work, including very successful
crossdressing as a female.
To get to the teleport site, Jimmy had to hike through the downtown shopping
district. He was walking because that was a better way to kill time than
driving. Of course, finding parking anywhere near the site would have proved
next to impossible anyway, so Jimmy was putting his feet to work. It had been a
while since he'd walked in the shopping district, and the shops never ceased to
amaze him. The only time he ever went there normally was to buy a gift for Lois
Lane or her sister, Lucy. He thought out loud, with nobody really there to hear
him, "Unbelievable the way this area always changes. But it really remains the
same, with overpriced merchandise, things you wouldn't buy at a normal place.
But here, the temptation comes from the fact that it's expensive, so it has to
be good. The ladies have never complained before when I bought them one very
special item that cost me at least a month's salary, but what can I do, they are
the best ladies in the world. Especially Lucy, that gorgeous blonde dish is the
best."
In the middle of one block was a store Jimmy had never noticed before, and his
curiosity got the best of him. It looked something like a Victoria's Secret, but
with quite a bit more, including what looked like a lot of fetish wear. Jimmy
smiled as he recalled wearing some similar clothes a few years earlier as part
of one of his disguises. Maybe he could get something special for Lucy; her
birthday was the next week. As he was entering, an out of phase and therefore
invisible Mxy was following him closely, to see what mischief he could get Jimmy
into. Jimmy approached a very attractively dressed young lady.
She greeted him by saying, "Good morning, young man, how can I help you this
fine morning?"
Just as Jimmy started to say something about a gift for Lucy, Mxy made a few
gestures in the air, and something else entirely came out of his mouth.
"Yes, perhaps you can," he said, "do you have latex outfits?"
Jimmy was trying to keep his mouth shut after hearing this, but to no avail.
What was forcing him to mention things he had tried to keep secret?
"Oh yes, we carry a full line of the finest latex available. What in particular
are you looking for?"
Struggling not to answer this question, he failed. "I am looking for a head to
toe, skin tight black catsuit, and red gloves, corset and thigh high boots, with
the highest possible stiletto heels. Do you think you can help?"
"Yes, I can! Oh, by the way, my name is Jennifer. I own this shop, and just in
from Paris are some of the finest latex catsuits available. Do you have the
sizes your lady requires?"
Struggling again, he replied, "No, I don't. I myself will need to be fitted for
the complete outfit. Can you help me with this?"
Jennifer smiled broadly, and said, "Yes, I can. It is an unusual request,
though. I mean, you are the first male to want to be outfitted in one of our
catsuits. That isn't a problem, though, you look small enough; just step into my
dressing room, and we will start the process of fitting you with your new
outfit."
As Jimmy was walking to the dressing rooms, Mxy flicked his fingers, and Jimmy
felt his chest get heavy. He looked down, and to his chagrin, saw his yellow
shirt bulging considerably, and were his hips and ass somehow wider and more
shapely now, too? He found that he was now the proud owner of at least a C cup
pair of breasts, unfettered by any underwear. In the past, he'd used many breast
forms for his costumes, but now, he had the real thing! Where had they come from
so suddenly, and what was causing him to both change and speak the way he was?
He set his camera bag down on the table outside, then started undressing,
completely helpless to do anything but what Mxy was compelling him to do. He was
standing in his boxer shorts when Jennifer stepped in with a tape measure to
start his fitting.
Jennifer's jaw dropped in surprise, and she blurted, "Oh my! I can see now that
you are a she male. I hadn't noticed when you came in that you had such nice
breasts."
Jimmy was dying of embarrassment as she started calling out his measurements to
her assistant. A gasp came from both himself and the helper when Jennifer said
36DD for his breast measurements. And a
muffled giggle leaked through the curtain.
Jennifer asked, "What color catsuit did you say, black or red?"
Blushing again, he answered, "Shiny black latex would work best. Would love my
corset and panty combination to be red if you can do that, and worn over the
suit."
"Oh my, getting daring, aren't you?" She then asked, "How small a reduction
would you want for the corset?"
He told her, "As severe a wasp waist as you can manage would be great; maybe
down to twenty inches or less would be just about right."
"Are you sure you want a corset that will be that tight?" she replied. "It will
reduce your waist by at least eight inches, and could be quite uncomfortable."
"I really have no choice," Jimmy found himself saying, "my mistress requires
that my waist should be in line with my new breasts and hips."
"Okay, I have no problem with that," Jennifer told him, "but I know for a fact
that you will not be comfortable wearing it. But it's your choice and your
money, and you will be wearing it."
She went outside the dressing room, and started whispering to her assistant,
"Can you believe what he wants? A full catsuit, a corset to reduce his waist
eight or more inches, with fetish gloves and boots to match. You know, I also
recognize who he is; that's Jimmy Olsen of the Daily Planet. I can't figure why
he wants these items, but we will fix him up as he requests. After all, a
customer is a customer. Also, his money will spend as well as anyone else's."
They went to the back stock area of the shop to get the clothing, and fifteen
minutes later, Jimmy was standing in the dressing room, slowly being helped into
his tight catsuit. The special panties they'd given him very effectively hid his
folded back dick, and produced an almost perfect replica of the flat bulge in a
woman's crotch under the latex. It was somewhat of a struggle, but he was
finally standing up, feeling the snugness of the latex hugging his body with his
breasts standing out proudly in glorious mounds of shiny black. He was looking
at himself in the mirror, and couldn't believe how good it felt on his body. Mxy
smiled at his handiwork, and amplified Jimmy's feelings.
Next he was seated outside the booth, and the high heeled boots were pulled on
over his feet and zipped up. He was helped to his feet, and found himself
standing at least five inches higher, with his weight on the balls of his feet
now. The red latex gloves were pulled on up to his elbows, giving him a double
layer of latex on his forearms. What the girls thought was merely a wristwatch,
but was actually Jimmy's signal watch for calling Superman, was buckled on over
the wrist of his left glove. Jimmy walked over to the mirror to see his new
look. A tear came to his eye as he stared in shock at how incredible he looked,
in a way that would make a fetishist drool. It was the best disguise he'd ever
worn, and he seemed to have no control over what was happening.
Next Jimmy was lead into the corset fitting room. Jennifer's corset specialist,
Jackie, was waiting for his arrival, grinning. She was used to fitting her
customers with corsets, no matter what their sex, and had all the fittings on
hand to secure the person being fitted. She was very muscular, and strong as an
ox for her size. Jackie lowered the trapeze lacing bar, and told him to grab
hold. Jimmy reached up to grab hold, and she lashed his wrists to the bar. She
went to the winch that raised the bar, and cranked him high enough that his feet
were barely touching the ground. Jackie opened the corset wide, and slipped
first one and then the other of Jimmy's feet through the leg holes of the panty
portion. This was the first part to be secured, and when in place, Jackie zipped
it closed from Jimmy's anus all the way under and up to a spot right over where
the top of his folded back dick was. It was so tight that no hint of Jimmy's
hidden true sex could be seen any longer.
There were two rings screwed into the floor with manacles, and his feet were
secured, holding him firmly in place.
Jackie told him, "This will not be an easy operation for you to bear. This
corset has firm steel stays to reduce your waistline the ten or more inches that
you wish." Mxy had fixed the earlier request to make it even worse. "All I can
recommend is that you take a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Breathe
shallowly afterward, and this will be easier for you, not too comfortable, but
easier."
She took the flaps of the corset hanging at Jimmy's back and wrapped it around
his waist, and started tightening the laces. He started getting red in the face,
but she continued, and twenty minutes later, it was laced fully closed around
his waist, giving him a severe hour glass shape. Jimmy's face was as red as his
hair and the new additions to his costume. Jackie lowered him slowly to the
ground, and he grunted as he settled into the iron grip of the corset. She
released his feet first, and then his wrists. Mxy made a matching red leather
headband that would make Jimmy follow his directions with no resistance, and
zapped it into the hands of Jennifer outside. Jimmy stepped out of the dressing
room, and the ladies all started clapping and saying how cute he looked.
"Here is a headband that will look great on you, and will show off your red
hair," Jennifer said. "Oh, and here's your shoulder bag; I brought it out from
the dressing rooms for you." Jimmy saw that what had once been a camera bag
filled with expensive equipment was now a slimmer, more feminine looking purse.
It was getting stranger and stranger. "Are you sure you want nothing else to
wear over that very sexy catsuit?"
Jimmy groaned inwardly, but gleefully replied, "No, this is perfect. Mistress
wants me to show off, and get used to the corset and high heels by walking
around for a few hours. I will gladly do that."
He headed for the door as a couple of flashes went off, showing that his picture
was being taken by the ladies of the store, and gales of laughter followed him
as he left. The hot day hit him like the door opening on a blast furnace, and he
was confused about what he was doing on the sidewalk dressed like that. The
leather headband around his head started to instruct him on what to do. "You
will eventually get to the meeting at the photo site just in time. Meanwhile,
you have two hours to walk there, and get acquainted with the lovely things you
have just purchased. Next you will stop at the beauty shop two blocks away. I
have already given them instructions for your new look."
Hazel's House of Beauty was a very fine beauty salon that Jimmy had never seen
before, let alone visited. Yet this time he went prancing up to it as if he'd
been a regular customer for years. This would be a new experience for him, and
the feeling of his new breasts bouncing in the front of the suit was
exhilarating him. The tap-tap of his high heels on the sidewalk was yet another
turn-on for him. This was so much like some of his past disguises in the way
that it thrilled him, but at the same time, Jimmy was deeply afraid of whatever
had caused him to do all that he'd done so far. He was sweating profusely with
all the latex he was wearing, but he had no desire to remove it, or even show
his embarrassment.
He stepped through the doors of the beauty salon, and Hazel greeted him, "Good
morning, Mister Olsen, please have a seat. Stephanie will be with you soon."
All of the patrons rose to their feet to see this new patron upon hearing this,
and the glowing rubber form she presented. Then they saw his face, the only
apparent male portion of that incredibly feminine body, and knew it was a he.
The gasps and laughter of all the ladies and the operators as they watched him
take his seat made Jimmy's face go red to match his latex and leather
accessories. He was a sight to behold, struggling to breathe as the tight corset
held him in place. He was finally shown to the back of the salon and seated,
gasping as the corset again took his breath away.
Stephanie asked, "Why are you dressed in such a fashion? I mean, the black
catsuit is attractive and the tight fitting corset over it is adorable, and
those boots are great, but why would any man think about wearing it, let alone
walk the streets dressed that way, with your face giving you away? Well, we're
going to fix that problem now."
Jimmy just sat mute thanks to Mxy, and watched as she tattooed his lipstick on
his lips, plucked his eyebrows, and tattooed the new eyebrows in place. She then
did his eyeshadow, and proceeded to completely make over his entire face. They
finished with a long brunette wig, over which was placed the red headband. Jimmy
was so enthralled by the work that they were doing that he never noticed the
change in his crotch, eliminating any last claim she had to manhood.
One hour later, Jimmy left the salon totally transformed, with catcalls and
whistles following her as she hit the street, looking as ultrafeminine as could
be. Never before had Jimmy come anywhere near this convincing in his disguises,
and this time, she wasn't even aware of how or why she was dressed that way.
Jimmy heard the whistles and catcalls by all the men and women she met, and now
knew that she was seen as a kinky fox dressed in sexy rubber. She smiled, and
Mxy grinned. He made one more change to Jimmy, and left it until later for her
to find out what it was. This was fun, and the best part of the day had yet to
come.
* * * * *
Tuesday arrived bright and sunny, and XTC had been learning how to bypass the
stasis box the Martian Manhunter had sealed her in when he'd boxed up the gloves
he'd found on the skeleton. She sent out a mental tendril to J'onn as a test,
and it was successful; the gloves could take over at any time there was some
weakness in his mental condition. She would force him to don the gloves, and
then the fun would begin.
J'onn got out his clean uniform, preparing it for donning. He showered and
toweled off, then shaved, making himself ready for the meeting. Maybe he would
be able to have a dinner with one of the new members to informally welcome him
or her to the JLA.
He put on his uniform, and picked up the stasis box to put it in his cape
pocket. He did it so quickly that he didn't notice that the lid was slightly
ajar. He turned invisible, and headed for the teleporter.
Elsewhere, a well known pair of heroes was also getting ready to go to the photo
shoot. Big Barda had almost always operated with her companion, but she was
starting to resent Mr. Miracle. He always seemed to take charge of everything
they did. He was a very possessive person, and treated her like she was his
property. When he reported to high father on their work, he acted as though he
had done all the work, and took all the credit. Their last adventure against
Darkseid and his minions was very tiring, and pushed her powers to their
fullest. He really did nothing in the battle. He arrived late, and was knocked
unconscious. Still, he got all the credit with the high father.
Barda reminded Mr. Miracle of their meeting with the JLA, and she didn't want to
miss it. Of course, his ego wouldn't allow him to miss it either, so they opened
a boom tube to arrive a few feet from the teleporter, where some of the heroes
were already getting antsy about all the picture taking.
"Quit moving around, and smile, Superman!" Wonder Woman said, as she posed with
a wide smile. She looked stunning in her new costume. Princess Diana had made it
as a stunning and sexy replacement for her older, more staid costume, especially
for the photo shoot.
"I feel silly like this," he whispered back. "Why are we doing this, anyway?"
"It's not every day that the JLA announces that they're planning to add to their
membership."
"Fine, I'll grant you that, but why are we posing for pictures?"
"A new magazine wants us for their cover story, and will donate a million
dollars to charities we pick. These shots are just for the filler inside, but
the cover will be of the full roster after we finish the meeting."
"No time like the present." Superman flew up over the crowd and said loudly
enough to be heard over the entire block, "Okay, everyone, let's get to the
Watchtower, and get started." Wonder Woman looked at the photographer, and gave
him a 'don't blame me' look, then headed for the transporter.
"Don't forget the group shot as you all transport up!" the event coordinator
yelled to the group, making sure that the main cameras were ready for the shot.
"Everybody get into position."
The scattered group of heroes left their small pockets of photographers and
began forming around the teleporter. The group consisted of Aquaman, Captain
Marvel, Black Canary, Plastic Man, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Atom, Green
Arrow, Mary Marvel, Supergirl, Superman, Flash, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Zan and
Jayna the wonder twins, Big Barda and Mister Miracle. Superman and Supergirl
would normally have each flown to the Watchtower, but Superman was joining his
comrades for the publicity stunt. Since each teleport could handle only eight
people, Supergirl would fly up solo, and Atom would shrink down to an
infinitesimally small size so that he would be of no consequence to the count.
For the first teleport, Martian Manhunter, Black Canary, Captain Marvel and Mary
Marvel, Superman, Zatanna, Aquaman and Wonder Woman all got into position.
Superman called up to Hawkman at the duty desk, and told him to initiate. For
some reason, he got no reply, so Superman punched the button on the panel to
start it from Earthside. The others stood to the side, waiting, except for
Supergirl, who flew off at a leisurely pace. As those in the teleporter posed
for the last time before being transported, the coordinator called out, "Make
sure everybody comes back for the new group shot, even the members who couldn't
make it for this shoot!"
As she stood waiting, Wonder Woman loudly replied, "A promise is a promise; the
full JLA will be back for the cover shot."
'I should hope so,' the coordinator thought. 'We will see just how much a
promise really means!' The assembled photographers looked startled as he began
to cackle.
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Caption: The electrical villainess, Live Wire
Away from the bright blue skies near the Teleporter, a freak bolt of lightning
from a lone thunderhead hit the radio antenna at Metropolis Mental Hospital,
knocking out all the power to the cells, and as luck would have it, Live Wire
was listening to a broadcast of the local rock station. No actual electrical
energy was allowed near her cell, and the speakers were insulated to prevent her
accessing even the tiny amounts of electrical energy used to empower them. The
surge from the lightning strike was more than enough to overpower these guards,
however. The power surge jumped to her speakers, and from them to her lithe,
young body. It hit her full force, powering her up for the first time since
she'd been spent in her fight with Superman.
The spunky young brunette was changed into her electrical form, and zapped
herself into one of the cell's electrical sockets. She then rode the power lines
to Metropolis, contemplating the mischief she could create. The power surge had
her overshoot her intended target, however, sending her form straight to the JLA
teleporter, just as Martian Manhunter and the other heroes were getting set.
Her life force was captured by the gloves, empowering XTC completely, with a
life force the likes of which she'd never before encountered.
On to the continuation of the
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