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Lost In Space
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Story © Steve Zink and Usagi
The following story contains characters owned by DC
Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to
affect any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for
fun, with no profit to be made by the authors.
Aboard Mariner 16, a deep space exploratory vessel to the planet Mars, on a
mission that in this reality was fully supported for the enrichment of the human
race, three astronauts were relaxing, thinking about the work they'd
accomplished and how good it would be to return home. While it would have been a
simple matter to merely ask the superheroes for assistance, the Martian
Manhunter in particular in this case, the need for actual human exploration was
the deciding factor in staging this mission. This viewpoint had also funded the
International Space Station, which became operational many years earlier in this
reality. It had been a long and tiring trip, and the men were getting cabin
fever as the ship approached the halfway point on the return leg. Each one was
preparing their personal message home for family, which was to be sent via a
laser relay on the Moon, then home, once they got a bit closer.
The crew cabin, at the front of the long and slender spacecraft, was spinning
slowly about a central axle to give the astronauts a sense of gravity and keep
their muscles from atrophying on the journey. Commander Talbot Harrison, USN,
was strapped into his seat at the engineering panel along the right side of the
cabin. He had to occasionally flip his black hair from his eyes, as he'd let it
grow atypically long during this mission, with a ponytail securing the now
longish hair on back of his head. An experienced spacefarer with twenty years in
NASA, Tallie was in his mid-fifties but looked no older than forty-five. With
all the systems functioning per spec, he was letting the computer do the checks
as he worked on his personal message.
Major Pete Rogers, USMC, was at the control console. He was the youngster of the
crew, so to speak, with *only* twelve years of Space Shuttle and ISS crew time
prior to this mission. Pete was a tall and thin Marine, with a physique typical
of that force. He kept his sandy blonde hair in a tight crew cut, and was in the
process of unstrapping from his seat to move over to the computer on which he
was composing his notes.
Suddenly, their craft was jolted by an explosion as a small asteroid or large
meteoroid collided with the rear of the ship. Somehow, all of the tracking
devices and warning systems built into the ship had missed spotting this object,
which had just taken out their now proven ion drive thrusters. Pete was thrown
upward into the console by the force of the collision, and fell in an
unconscious ball.
Colonel Sean Jamieson, USAF ret., was on what would be his presumably last
mission for NASA, commanding Mariner 16. He was still a very healthy looking man
with a trim and stocky build, and his close cropped light brown hair still
showed no sign of grey, even though he was rapidly approaching sixty years of
age. He gathered his wits quickly and asked the onboard computer what had
happened.
In the soft yet precise female voice with which it had been programmed, the
computer answered, "We have collided with a rogue asteroid. I gave no warning
because it did not appear on scanners until just before impact, and it was
moving so quickly that the impact occurred less than one second after detection.
The ship is disabled, and the engines are completely destroyed. I have already
sent out an SOS beacon; hopefully, it will be picked up at home or possibly by
the JLA Watchtower on the Moon."
Sean then took stock of his fellow astronauts, and noticed that Pete seemed to
have suffered a concussion and major bleeding when his head collided with the
overhead console. Blood was flowing freely, and he seemed to be unconscious.
Tallie had pulled the emergency kit from its locker, and was attempting to stop
the bleeding of his friend.
Tallie looked up to his skipper and said, "Doesn't look too good. Pete's
suffered a major trauma, and I'm not too sure that this first aid can help."
Just as this opinion was given, the three of them were enveloped in what
appeared to be a bright purple beam of light, and blinked out of existence to
the sensors of Mariner 16's computer. Moments later, Mariner 16 disintegrated
into nothing more than dust. As all the screens in NASA's tracking center
suddenly went flat, the first thing that the coordinator ordered was a switch
from TDRS feed to a direct spacecraft connection. When this, too, showed no data
at all coming from Earth's first manned interplanetary vessel, a terse statement
was issued saying that all communications with Mariner 16 had been lost, but
that nothing more could be said for the time being.
When after another few hours no radio or laser tracking systems could raise
Mariner 16, and none of the radars or space based telescopes could find it
either, NASA was forced to tell the world that after a very successful outbound
trip and a fruitful one week stay on the Martian surface, the first manned
interplanetary vessel and its crew had vanished. They said there was still some
hope that the crew was alive, but that this was unlikely, and it was feared that
they had suddenly perished, for an as yet unknown reason. The three wives and
their families were given the word first and more personally before the
announcement was made to the world.
* * * * *
Col. Jamieson awoke an undetermined time later in what seemed to him to be some
sort of small cubicle, aboard an unknown ship. The cubicle's door opened soon
after his eyes did, and as he slid off the bunk in the almost total darkness,
his feet came down at angles he'd never before experienced. He seemed to be
standing on his toes! Puzzled couldn't begin to describe what he was feeling,
and he took his first steps in a very high heeled, ballet toed pair of boots.
Looking down in alarm, the first thing he noticed was a nicely shaped pair of
rather large breasts which blocked the view of these boots, being well supported
by a tight fitting latex bra. He could feel these breasts bouncing as he moved,
and at this point came to the inconceivable conclusion that *she* was now
somehow a female. Using her now much smaller and daintier hands to explore, she
first noticed that her fingernails seemed to be very long and pointed, then
discovered that her whole body was enclosed within a skintight latex unitard,
which seemed almost like a second skin.
With an ease she couldn't explain, Sean walked to a glowing panel on a nearby
wall, and touched a switch which appeared to control the lights. As these came
on, she noticed the mirrored surface of the wall, and saw that the unitard she
was wearing looked like a shiny pink and blue latex uniform. It was blue from
the waist down and pink above, with an angular separation to emphasize the shape
of her now incredibly sculpted figure. The pink sleeves ended with blue forming
fingerless gloves, as a single continuous piece with no perceived breaks, and
she noted the bright red that her elegant fingernails were painted. The latex
bra which was straining to hold her now visible, massive by any standards she
knew breasts was the same shade of blue as the bottom of her unitard, with black
edging. There was also a thin pink choker around her throat, with a small black
pendant hanging from the front.
Oddly enough, this incredibly sexy uniform had the Mariner 16 crew emblem on her
left shoulder. Some kind of odd looking hand weapon, shaped somewhat like a
pistol, was in a very slim holster which hung low on her hips. The bottom of the
holster was tied around her right thigh. The outfit was completed by a pair of
calf high black ballet toed boots which seemed to also be latex and continue
from the blue leggings, just as the blue gloves continued from the pink sleeves.
Other than the change in color, there was no visible or felt break between
Sean's leggings and these awesome boots. To her shock, there appeared to be no
way of removing them. There were no zippers or clasps to be found on her boots,
making her think that they were a continuous part of the unitard, while the
zipper on the latex enclosing her body was down to display her cleavage and
latex bra, but didn't seem to want to budge from that position.
Her face looked more beautiful than any model's or movie star's she could ever
remember seeing, and the figure she saw made all the models she could remember
look pale in comparison. If she had to guess, Sean estimated that this new,
ultrafeminine body she now occupied appeared to be in her early twenties. There
was a long mane of soft and luxurious light brown hair falling down her back.
This hair color and the mission patch were the only things that matched her
original male form.
Suddenly, from a speaker hidden somewhere in the room which made it sound like
she had company, a soft but authoritative female voice rang out, saying, "Please
follow the flashing arrows on the floor, to the bridge of my ship."
Sean followed the arrows after going through a door which slid out of the way,
not even thinking about how easily she was walking in those unusual boots, or
even experiencing the sexy latex sealing her body completely. She had already
become used to what it felt like, and curiosity about what was to come overcame
that which she had for her current state.
After walking down a long corridor, the doors to the bridge slid open as she
approached them. The first thing Sean noticed was a woman with short black hair,
up and to her right and facing her, dressed in the exact same uniform she was
wearing, with a determined look on her face. Could this possibly be Commander
Harrison? If so, she seemed quite young, and oddly enough, her black hair was
only down to her neck, and rather closely styled, as opposed to the long black
hair Tallie had as a male. For some reason, Sean also noted that her breasts
didn't seem quite as large as her own.
The background appeared to be a huge clear portal, with star patterns becoming
recognizable, giving Sean the impression that the ship she was now on was
somewhere not far from where Mariner 16 had been. An unoccupied, very
comfortable looking seat with attendant consoles was behind this other woman,
and above her seemed to be a huge circular ring of alternating white and black.
She figured it might be some kind of sensor device, as she watched the flashing
light which seemed to go around the circle and flash at each white segment in
turn. Little did she know that each flash was actually a subliminal command that
was writing an entirely new psyche into her mind.
To her left, sitting in a seat identical to the one behind this short black
haired woman, was the apparent Captain of the ship who'd summoned her. She
appeared to be a female humanoid, but dressed in head-to-toe black latex,
including her face and head, so that whatever was beneath could not be seen.
She, too, was wearing ballet toed boots, and looked quite imperious by the red
glare of the light of her eyes, which were sealed behind a visor and band going
around her head.
"Greetings, Colonel Jamieson, I am Fleet Admiral Nova. As I waited to talk to
the both of you, Commander Hamilton awakened just a couple of minutes before
you. As you may have guessed, that is she to your right. Your ship was totally
destroyed soon after the collision. I intercepted your SOS, and was able to
teleport you off the ship just before it was too late. Lieutenant Rogers'
injuries were too severe, and he died in the teleport to my ship, while you both
were heavily injured. I am guessing that my teleport system is not compatible
with Earthly humans. I teleported you both directly to my ship's rejuvenation
chambers. I realize you are upset about your new appearance, but it is a
byproduct of the chambers."
The Admiral stood as Sean stepped up to the same level that Tallie was on, and
became an even more commanding looking figure. She looked truly stunning in that
glossy black!
"The chambers were designed to fix myself and other members of my crew. Since
their matrices are set up for females wearing that uniform, anyone placed in
them for medical reasons, which require a replacement of skin or internal organs
which you both needed after being hurt in my transporter, would come out
completely refurbished in the forms which you now occupy. The final product is
what you have both become, totally and eminently female, and very comfortable
dressed as you are. I did add what I presumed to be your mission symbol to your
uniforms, to give you at least some connection to your pasts. I am sorry, but
there is no going back to those pasts now. The changes that my chambers have
wrought in you both are permanent."
Admiral Nova motioned with both of her hands, and drew Sean and Tallie in closer
to her. As the red light in the visor before her eyes glowed, she touched the
pendants hanging from each of their chokers. Both girls froze, with their faces
looking like beautiful masks. "I have just empowered your uniforms. You will now
be able to unzip them from the top as you wish, but I would suggest not doing so
until you are next ready to sleep. Only the zipper from the bottom may be used
before then, so that you may use the toilet. Do you understand?"
Both of the motionless faces nodded, with no change of expression on either.
"The weapons at your sides are also totally foreign to you, but will become
easily known and handled. Don't worry, you'll find out when, soon enough. Oh,
and Sean, I think it best for you to start using a new spelling of your name.
Shawn seems so much nicer; Tallie, you have such a beautiful name that I see no
reason to change any of it."
The flashing lights on the ring over their heads stopped at that moment. Both of
the frozen women then blinked, and a new look of complacency formed on their
faces. Suddenly, both girls knew exactly who they were, as if their names had
never been different. Tallie lost any need for the name Talbot, and Shawn knew
the new and slightly softer sound of her new name sounded so much nicer than the
harsh Sean. What they did not yet know was what Admiral Nova had also changed
about them. This they would discover a bit later. The fact that Tallie had been
under the subliminal modifier a bit longer than Shawn would also come into play
then.
Admiral Nova turned and sat back down in her command chair, as both Shawn and
Tallie moved to face her. "I have rebroadcast your SOS signal with a stronger
carrier, so you can be rescued by your people on Earth."
In actuality, this revamped and amplified SOS was picked up by the sensitive
listening devices at the JLA's Watchtower, about thirty minutes after they'd all
left to go Earthside for the photo shoot. As intended by Admiral Nova, the
Watchtower was the only station to pick up this very tightly directed signal.
She had intended for no one else on Earth or elsewhere to pick it up. With no
one left on station to man the watch desk in the Watchtower, an alarm rang out.
It was immediately transmitted to all JLA members, who, with the exception of
Satan Girl, were all together at the photo shoot. Just as the session was
finishing, Superman picked up the beginning of the alarm with her super hearing,
moments before the others got it on their communicators.
"Sorry, everyone," she said, as she rose into the air to both get everyone's
attention and be seen by all, "but an emergency alert is being broadcast by the
Watchtower, and we must beam up to see what is happening. I wish Supergirl was
still here, because her powers added to mine might have proved useful. Since I
presume you've all gotten a lot of pictures, I hope we aren't disappointing
you."
Without Joker on hand to stir things up, the assembled photographers all nodded
their approval, and got more pictures of the JLA getting into the teleporter,
but this time looking quite different from an hour or so earlier.
The heroes (heroines, now, for the most part...) were beamed up in the now
debugged teleporter in another two waves, this time taking the usual almost
immeasurable time. Superman answered the transmission as soon as she got to the
watch desk after materializing at the Watchtower. She'd flown there in
milliseconds, arriving long before any of her normally walking teammates. She
listened to the SOS signal. "Beings of Earth, I have on board two survivors of a
spaceship that was destroyed in a collision with an asteroid. I believe you
called it Mariner 16. I am Admiral Nova of the Interstellar Space Police
Commission. I am under orders from my superiors not to approach your planet, but
I understand that you have people there that can fly by some means to effect a
return of your astronauts home."
Superman flipped the appropriate switches, then stood before the minicam. "Hail,
Admiral Nova, I am Superman of Earth, a member of the Justice League of America,
and we have means of reaching your ship in flight as you have been told. Did you
say two survivors? That ship had a crew of three. Please tell us your
coordinates, and we will arrive as soon as possible. I am broadcasting on a dual
band audio and video. If you can do likewise, we are set to receive."
Superman watched as the image of a voluptuous humanoid woman completely covered
in shiny black appeared, with a glowing red visor and band around her head at
eye level. "Yes, only two. One of the crew was badly injured in the collision,
and died during the beaming to my ship, which also injured the other two.
Apparently, Earthly humans are not built for the stresses of our transporters.
Those two have been healed by systems aboard my ship, though I'm not sure how
their families will react to the results of the healing," Admiral Nova
responded. She paused as she gaped at the sight on her screen. "Pardon me for
saying so, but you did say SuperMAN, didn't you? You don't look like a man of
any kind. That costume appears to be one that should be worn by a female of your
species, unless it is common practice for male heroes to dress up as and look
like women?"
"No, Admiral Nova, what you see is the result of a joke played on us by one of
the villains on our planet, which brought about massive changes in what outfits
which of us wear, along with some other even more strange changes. I will be
flying to your position with Green Lant...er, Pink Lantern, with Wonder Woman
following in her invisible plane, to pick up the astronauts."
"Thank you, Superman. I've already data linked our coordinates to you. We'll be
watching for you. Admiral Nova, out."
Admiral Nova immediately showed a great interest in what she'd just heard.
Unknown to everyone involved, she was actually responsible for the 'accident'
with the asteroid. She had arrived in this sector recently, to raise her usual
amount of havoc with the Green Lantern of this sector. Admiral Nova was in
reality the super villainess Star Sapphire in disguise. Long ago, she had been
Carol Ferris, an associate of Hal Jordan and a lover of his alter ego, Green
Lantern. She gave up her Earthly identity to take on her role as Queen of the
Zamarons, and when they abandoned their planet, Star Sapphire went mad with
power, and a deep-seated hatred for Green Lantern. She set up this bogus rescue
in the first place. She rerouted the asteroid from its normal orbit to smash
into the spaceship, figuring that Green Lantern would be one of the heroes drawn
to its rescue.
Her costume change was real, as were all the changes she'd made in the
astronauts. All it took was a simple act of will with her sapphire to create the
starship she now occupied, then the new bodies for the former male astronauts,
and both the wicked black outfit she now wore and the enchanted uniforms on the
female pawns she'd created. She had disposed of the injured crewman as useless
to her, and it was actually energy from her sapphire which had appeared to be
the transport beam. The two astronauts had been changed almost instantly, but
she had set it all up as she had to make sure both of them would go into her
mind reprogramming with the proper background.
Sapphire was supremely curious about what had happened to Superman. She had
fought him twice, and always known him to be a very macho male. He would never
dress in a variation of Wonder Woman's outfit, let alone try to look like her.
*She* looked very cute in her new outfit, however, nearly as beautiful as the
two nymphs she'd created, and she wondered about the changes Superman had
mentioned about the other JLAers, especially her old nemesis, Green Lantern.
Then it dawned on her. Superman had stumbled while saying Green Lantern, and
instead, said Pink Lantern. Could it be...?
Also, who would be crazy enough, with enough power, to effect these changes?
She looked upon her altered astronauts, and grinned. 'I see that I am not the
only one who likes fooling around with changing sexes. These astronauts look
stunning in their new uniforms, and the ultra high heels on which they're
perched are perfect, to remind them which is the superior sex. I can't wait to
see them showing this superiority...'
She was staring at them, watching them exploring their snug latex uniforms. They
were unconsciously running their hands over their new feminine forms. Their new
skin was very sensitive, with entirely new erogenous zones, and they were each
on the verge of an orgasm just by touching them. She had noticed them staring at
each other's uniforms and footwear, with smiles on each other's faces. Already,
the changes she'd instituted in their minds were becoming apparent.
At the Watchtower, Superman informed Pink Lantern and Wonder Woman what had
transpired as they and the others arrived at the watch desk. As one, they agreed
to meet the ship and return the astronauts home. Wonder Woman summoned her
invisible plane, and while alone and contemplating as it was in transit, felt a
bit strange wearing Superman's uniform. And not just for how she looked. She
didn't have her enhanced strength any longer, with her girdle now around
Superman's very narrow waist, so all she had were her other powers. With her
bracelets of submission also on Superman's wrists, Diana sensed that she was now
free to act as she pleased, which brought a sly grin to her face. She still had
her mental powers, and superior mind.
Meanwhile, Pink Lantern was learning how to use her new ring. She learned that
it was similar to her old ring, but was more powerful. It was as powerful as her
old foe, Sinestro's, ring. That one had been created for this rogue Lantern by
the Weaponeers of Qward, a powerful enemy of the Green Lantern Corps. It was
never used for good, and eventually this similar ring would corrupt Pink Lantern
with its evil influence. It already had improved his, now her, uniform during
the teleport, and soon her whole being would be corrupted with its power.
Wonder Woman's jet landed at the Watchtower, and she climbed aboard the plane.
She and the others then took off in the direction of the spaceship's coordinates
they'd been given. Propulsion of her jet was not reliant upon air, since it was
of magical origin, and adapted to outer space with a semblance of rocket thrust.
Star Sapphire, still disguised as Admiral Nova in vile black as opposed to her
usual vibrant pink, watched their approach with interest, especially the new
Pink Lantern. Grinning, she thought, 'Oh, wonderful day! Whoever has done these
improvements to Green Lantern definitely deserves my gratitude. He or she has
definitely improved her appearance! Wonder Woman also looks so much better in
Superman's costume.'
The heroines all appeared on the loading dock of Admiral Nova's spaceship, with
the two self powered women joining Wonder Woman as she climbed out of her jet.
A strong female voice rang out from some unseen speakers, "Welcome, heroes...er,
heroines of the JLA. Tales of your acts of bravery have even reached my sector
of space. Please follow the flashing arrows to my bridge. Please relax; I am a
police officer in my own space sector, so feel welcome."
They followed the arrows, curious about this unknown police officer. The JLA
team reached the bridge, and saw three women. One, dressed in black, was the
woman Superman had spoken with earlier, and the others were dressed in
outrageously sexy pink and blue uniforms.
Seeing for the first time the commanding black clad woman that Superman had
described to her, Wonder Woman asked, "Admiral Nova, my name is Wonder Woman.
Where are our astronauts? All I see are what appear to be members of your crew."
Admiral Nova grinned under her face covering mask, and motioned to Shawn. The
taller of the two pink and blue clad women, with long light brown hair,
approached Wonder Woman and introduced herself. "Wonder Woman, I would have
thought to call you Superwoman. I am Colonel Jamieson, the other officer is
Commander Hamilton," she said in such a sultry voice that Wonder Woman's jaw
dropped for two reasons. "Major Rogers was fatally injured in the accident. We
were rescued by Admiral Nova, but the price of our rescue is our new bodies and
attire. It wasn't her fault, but a byproduct of the machinery that restored our
lives. It seems you have been the victim of an interesting prank, because as I
look at the three of you, I realize you have gone through a similar change?"
Wonder Woman, Superman and Pink Lantern then gave Shawn and Tallie a brief
rundown of the day's earlier events in answer.
Meanwhile, Admiral Nova was admiring Pink Lantern in her new costume. She also
recognized the evil glow that the ring was giving off, having met Sinestro
before, and seen the same emanation from his ring. Also, a pale pink aura was
noted, corrupting her normal aura. This was something she definitely needed to
investigate further. 'My old enemy could become an interesting ally...'
She also loved the costume changes that Superman and Wonder Woman had undergone,
and the resulting body change in Superman. She mentally contacted the ring on
Pink Lantern's finger, and asked it what had caused those amazing changes.
The ring, gloating, replied, <Why should I answer your question? I am the one
who will ask questions. I am subservient to no one's will. However, since I
sense you are as evil as I am, it intrigues me to answer your question. A
villain from Earth, named the Joker, programmed the teleporter to exchange
costumes among the men and women of the JLA during their beam up, causing most
of them to wear the costumes of the opposite sex. In my case, during the next
beam up, when the males were beamed aboard, a fifth dimension imp who has
plagued Superman and some other members of the JLA with his insane pranks,
caused your old foe to be changed to this new look, along with changing all the
others to females. He also modified Sinestro's ring to become her new power
ring, making me superior to the old Lantern and in complete control of her mind
after another few hours. When we leave this ship, I can allow you to enter
myself, and stay there for a while completely hidden and unchanged, to come out
later where you can do your mischief as you like it. The ship will fly out of
the Solar System and then self-destruct, with no one being the wiser.>
Sapphire responded mentally, <Yes, I'll do that. I love her new look, and the
mischief we both can inflict on this world will match my own evil intentions.>
Pink Lantern's ring momentarily glowed, and the exchange was complete, with Star
Sapphire in the ring, and an energy double taking her place aboard the ship,
still appearing as the black clad Nova. So smoothly was this accomplished that
none of the others, attention rapt between the ex-astronauts and the JLA
members, realized what had happened.
Everyone said their good-byes and thanks to the ephemeral admiral, who responded
just as expected, then headed to the air lock of the hangar bay for the plane
and deep space. Wonder Woman assisted the astronauts in climbing aboard a craft
only she could see, and strapped them down in the small space behind her seat in
the cockpit. When they got underway, Shawn and Tallie were treated to a view of
the universe unmatched in any of their previous space flights, and the sight of
the incredibly changed Superman and the now gorgeous Pink Lantern flying
alongside was almost too much to believe.
Superman and Pink Lantern split away as they neared the Moon, and went to the
Watchtower while Diana set up another stunning sight for her passengers. Her
reentry toward Houston gave them a view that neither could have ever expected to
see.
The astronauts were flown directly to NASA Headquarters at the Johnson Space
Flight Center. After Wonder Woman had contacted them to let them know she was
approaching, and with whom, she was surprised to hear the Director himself come
onto the radio. He'd already sworn all those within hearing to secrecy, then
emptied the room. The current state of the astronauts, as described by Wonder
Woman, meant that for the time being, the world would still need know no more
than the crew of Mariner 16 perished in an accident. A tight security wall was
raised by the Director. Only he and the smallest team of specialists would work
to debrief them on what had happened, and to get an explanation for their new
looks. No word was to be given right away to anyone, not even their families,
because of the massive changes they'd incurred.
Wonder Woman's arrival in Houston was so different from a normal return of
astronauts. Her invisible plane came down in a secured open spot so that no
wandering eyes could see. Her new costume made the small group who met her think
that it was a Superwoman bringing them in, and she drew infinitely more wolf
whistles than she would have in her own costume. It was actually both
stimulating and funny to see the ex-macho male astronauts strutting along in
their ballet-toed high heeled boots after they disembarked; it was that and
their ultrafeminine bodies which made the small welcoming committee whistle and
laugh before the gravity of the situation sank in.
The completely new forms they had, along with the seemingly unremovable latex
uniforms, precluded any physical inspections by the small medical team that met
them after going inside. Shawn and Tallie knew they weren't yet supposed to
touch their zippers, and so left them as unmovable, even though they both knew
very well that they could now easily display the incredible bodies they had.
They gave the best info they could recall from the Mars exploration mission,
along with what little they knew of their rescue.
Wonder Woman left them behind to fend for themselves, and flew off in her jet.
Arriving outside of her apartment in Washington, DC, she got out of the mystical
plane and sent it to its hangar. She then returned to the Watchtower and joined
Superman and Pink Lantern as they explained what had happened to the astronauts,
and the Admiral who rescued them. Superman contacted the Interstellar Police
Commission to thank them for her timely rescue. Admiral T'schark answered
Superman's call. He was confused, and replied, "Who is this Admiral Nova that
you are telling me about? We have no Admiral with that name. We have left orders
in the case of deep space rescues as you have described, but we haven't had a
ship in that quadrant of space for four stellar months."
Superman then sent a recording of Admiral Nova's message to Admiral T'schark. In
reply, he told Superman, "Sorry, that is a duplicate of the interior of our own
officers' ships, but we have no one matching that name or description, or a ship
with that name. Thank you for your transmission, and we will be on the lookout
for this apparently crazy female. Also, the first aid/rejuvenation chamber she
described, which is used aboard all our ships, would not change their sex and
outfit them as you have shown. We would never pull such a prank on anyone. The
person who has done this is really sick. We hope you can apprehend this criminal
if she is still in your quadrant, or if not, we can find out who she is."
No sign of Admiral Nova would be found by either, of course. Her starship had
already been routed away from Sol at speeds heretofore unheard of by humans, and
disintegrated when far enough away to avoid any sensors. Of course, Admiral Nova
herself, in her true identity of Star Sapphire, was actually very close to
Superman the whole time, hiding inside Pink Lantern's ring. She was biding her
time, for soon it would be both nighttime and long enough for Pink Lantern's
ring to overcome the hero still inside her psyche.
* * * * *
As the night came in Houston, both Shawn and Tallie found themselves in the
temporary quarters that each used while on hand there. Shawn, without actually
knowing how or why, unholstered the weapon at her side once she was alone in the
room, pressed a button on the side above the trigger, then squeezed the trigger
as she aimed it while spinning slowly in her room. When she finished, a thought
flashed in her mind that no bugs or cameras were present. 'Hmm, this little toy
appears to be a very capable unit,' she thought while replacing it in her
holster.
Satisfied that she was truly alone, Shawn walked over to the vertical mirror set
into the wall next to the bedroom door. She then went into autopilot, just as
she had while setting the weapon. She reached up with her right hand and clasped
the pendant hanging from her choker. Immediately, the voice of the woman Shawn
knew as Admiral Nova spoke again. "Shawn, it is now time for you to begin your
mission of evil. First of all, I am not really Admiral Nova, but actually Star
Sapphire. You are to be an agent of mine. You will call yourself Onyx, for you
are capable of showing yourself in any number of forms. As an example, I will
induce the first for you."
As Onyx, nee Shawn, watched, her pink and blue uniform disappeared, to be
replaced by a pink and purple outfit, which included a striking pink mask over
her eyes, a matching tiara in the hair over her forehead with a purple gem
centered on it, and purple gloves over her hands. She also noted a distinct drop
in height, and looked down in the mirror to see that the heels on her purple
boots were tall stilettos, but nowhere near the height of the ballet toed heels
she'd come to love.
"What you are now wearing, Onyx, is an exact copy of my own costume, with your
pendant modified to appear as the sapphire in your tiara, and your pistol still
at your side, but invisible." She reached down with her purple gloved right
hand, and patted the weapon she could feel and sense was at the ready, but not
see. Realization then came to her mind that she could use the pistol in any
form, visible, invisible, or morphed into some other shape. "To make yourself an
exact copy of me, will your hair to become shoulder length and black."
Onyx did as she'd been instructed, and watched as her hair changed from long and
light brown to medium length and jet black. "Now, just to show you how easy it
is to change things around, go ahead and put your beloved ballet toed heels on
your boots." With but a thought, Onyx felt the more familiar arch forming under
her feet, with a concurrent change in height. When she glanced down, she saw
that Star Sapphire's boots now looked a lot sexier.
"You are not Star Sapphire, though. That is my identity, but if you so desire to
use it at some point to confuse your foes, by all means feel free to do so. Now,
go ahead and think of some heroines you've just become familiar with, and become
each of them."
In quick succession, Onyx took on the forms and costumes of the grossly changed
Superman and Pink Lantern, and that of the recostumed Wonder Woman. She became
thrilled at how easy it was to change any aspect of each character she took on,
giving Wonder Woman long blonde hair for example, and putting ballet toed heels
on Superman's already sexy Wonder Woman costume. Then, in a final burst of
creativity, Onyx took on the shiny black form of Admiral Nova. The one thing
that she noted in each of the characters she became was that her pendant stayed
with her, hiding in one form or another on the changed costumes.
"Now it is time for you to take on your normal costume, Onyx, which you will
wear whenever not portraying another form."
This time, the pendant implanted the image into her mind, and Onyx soon found
herself still in a body covering latex costume, but instead of black, it was a
shimmering silver color. Light hitting the costume's bumps, bulges and elegant
curves made waves of metallic colors. This coloring included her integral gloves
and boots, and for the moment, the also integral tight fitting cowl which
covered her head, with just sexy eye holes and an open area around her mouth.
"This is you, Onyx. If the cowl feels too constricting, you may change it to a
smaller mask covering your eyes at any time. You do need to protect your
identity, however, so always be sure that something is covering your eyes."
As an experiment, Onyx made a mask similar to Star Sapphire's appear on her
face, with her long brown hair streaming down her back. This felt a lot more
free than the cowl, but she also realized that it wasn't as imposing as the cowl
had looked.
"You are now set to go out into the world and create havoc for me, Onyx. As you
now know, you can program your weapon to do anything you wish just by pressing
the button on the side before squeezing the trigger. Your crewmate is now Opal,
and looks just like you, depending on which face covering she uses. She also has
exactly the same powers as you. Have fun, girls!"
Onyx shifted back into her pink and blue uniform for a moment, and successfully
pulled the zipper all the way down to her crotch as if to remove the uniform.
However, she pulled the zipper back up, pulling the latex close to her body once
again. Then, as an experiment, she changed it into a floor length dress gown.
Sure enough, her costume would alter into whatever form, shape or color that she
imagined. Now out of her villainess costume, Shawn picked up her other name
again, and spent a couple of hours in front of her mirror playing dress up.
All the while that Onyx had been instructed by her pendant, Opal, nee Tallie,
had been getting the same. Opal saw no need to play around after she'd been
programmed, however. The subliminal programming she'd gotten while onboard the
starship was complete, and she knew herself to be the villainess named Opal,
with a mission of evil. The first task she wanted to accomplish came to her as
soon as Star Sapphire's voice faded out. A quick change into a somewhat normal
looking Earth female's dress was called for.
Opal appeared an instant later in sheer black hose, an ultra short shiny black
spandex minidress that showed plenty of her abundant cleavage, and even had a
triangular cutout over her left thigh to expose even more leg. A pair of black
pumps with heels so short they made her cringe were on her feet. They were
actually between three and four inches high, but this was way below what she
felt comfortable in. Her choker now appeared to be made of jewels, a few of
which in front were her hidden pendant. A diamond wristband was on her left
wrist, and large pearl earrings adorned her earlobes. Her short black hair
actually worked to emphasize the assets of her upper chest.
Unseen on her right side was the pistol within its holster. Opal patted it again
in her newest form, satisfied that it was there and ready to be put to use. Then
she got an idea, and made it look like a black patent purse on a shoulder strap.
She knew right away that the row of buttons on top hid her programming button
and the trigger. In this form, she now looked complete, with a weapon at her
side that appeared to be no more than her purse.
Opal set the combination lock on her door, then went out into the night to walk
two blocks down the lane. Her destination was the apartment of Kerry Caldwell,
one of the crew that had tried to debrief she and Shawn earlier in the
afternoon. Kerry had been the only one of those present to actually make fun of
the new bodies that she and Shawn were now forced to live in. He'd joked that
they both looked more like Hollywood hookers than anything else. Mr. Caldwell
was now going to regret that statement.
Opal, who forced herself to think of herself as Tallie, pressed the buzzer on
Kerry's door. He was more than a bit surprised when he looked through his
peephole to see what looked like Tallie, but dressed like she was ready to go
out on the town. When Kerry opened the door and saw the rest of Tallie from the
chest down, he whistled. "Well, Mr. Caldwell, have I done enough to make myself
over into a hooker for you? Do I have to stand out here while you're ogling me,
or are you going to invite me in?"
Kerry coughed in embarrassment, then said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Tallie, by all means,
please do come inside. You look incredible! Can I get you something to drink?"
"Why, thank you, Kerry. You sound so much more hospitable now than you did
earlier this afternoon. Scotch on the rocks, please."
Kerry relocked his door as soon as Tallie was inside, which was just what she'd
hoped he'd do. She was also pleased to note that the drapes on his windows were
opaque, allowing no one outside to see what went on inside. As soon as the
thirtyish, toned and trim young man with short ash blonde hair left the living
room to go get her scotch, Tallie pressed the button next to the trigger on her
purse while willing all she wished to change, then waited for him to reappear in
the room.
Kerry came back in a few moments later, with his own beer in his right hand and
Tallie's scotch in his left. He set her drink on the small end table near the
seat she stood before, then placed his own drink on the arm of the couch he'd
been sitting on while watching the ball game on the compact television. It was
then that he noticed that Tallie's right hand was in the strangest position,
resting atop her purse with a finger poised atop a button. "Tallie, would you
like to take a seat?" he said while waving toward the seat behind her.
"No, Kerry, I don't think I will. Earlier today, you said that both Shawn and I
looked like we could be Hollywood hookers. I'll have you know that we had no
choice in taking on the forms we now occupy, but we are now both quite happy
with how we look. Being called a tramp and a hooker, however, is not what I call
a polite description. Thankfully, I now have the capability to redress the wrong
you committed against me. Say good-bye to your career with NASA, Kerry
Caldwell!"
Tallie pressed the trigger button on her weapon, and a strange glow enveloped
the form of Kerry. He could feel everything inside himself starting to scramble,
and also noted a strange combination of both squeezing and shrinking in some
places on his body while others seemed to be expanding and growing at the same
time. He felt a strange tickling on his back, but had no way to see because his
eyes were welded shut. After a few moments, the ray from the pistol had
completed its work. Those eyes now opened, to see a widely grinning Tallie.
Standing before Tallie now was a short, almost pixyish young woman no taller
than four and a half feet. She had long red hair which fell straight down her
back to the top of her incredibly round and sexy ass. She had a waist so small
that even her tiny hands could almost reach around it, with gorgeous hips
expanding below it to meet that awesome ass before progressing into the shapely
thighs and calves of her long, elegant legs. Though perfectly shaped, her
breasts were easily way too large for the tiny frame from which they projected,
looking more like the silicone inflated mammaries of an exotic dancer or porno
star. A small red heart-shaped tuft of hair hid the new slit in her crotch,
which one of her long and pointed bright red painted fingernails was now
exploring. As she shuddered with the new and highly sensual feeling that
resulted, her matching bright red lips quivered.
"Wha...what have you done to me?!" she asked in a breathlessly sexy contralto.
"I have made you into what you called me earlier today. You are now Cary
Cupcakes, a heavily enhanced young prostitute from Hollywood who has been having
a great time here in Houston working the astronauts and any others who can
afford your high prices. Reality has been changed for you, with no employee
named Kerry Caldwell ever having been here with NASA. Your apartment has been
changed to reflect the new you, also. You'll find a completely new, but actually
well used wardrobe in your closets and dressers. Hidden in your closet is yet
another surprise for you, Cary. Do have fun in your new life!"
Reality then changed abruptly for the beautiful young redhead. She no longer had
any question of why, who and where she was. As her friend Tallie waved while
going out her front door, Cary knew the night was young, with plenty of time to
get in a lot of high priced action. She knocked back the scotch on her end
table, then turned off the rerun of Beverly Hills, 90210 that was playing on her
wide screen TV. She then went into the bedroom in which she slept, as opposed to
the one in which she worked, to get dressed for the evening's fun.
After she pulled on the bright pink spandex halter top, which barely contained
her ample assets, Cary slipped into her white leather hot pants. The built-in
panty within the pants made it possible for her to forgo using something which
would slow down the access of her clients to their goal. She looked over the
huge collection on the floor of closet before deciding on the candy apple red
platform shoes with ultra high stiletto heels, which she buckled the laces of
once she'd slipped them on. Before she left the closet, however, Cary reached to
the back and flipped up the small latch she found there. Could this be the
surprise that Tallie had mentioned?
With the latch up, a small door just big enough for Cary's pixyish frame to get
thru opened up. At the same time, the lights inside this small room lit up. Cary
stuck her head inside, and suddenly knew that besides the money she took in as a
high priced hooker, she added to her income with the spoils of her raids as the
elusive cat burglar that had been plaguing Houston, Leopard Girl. All the tools
of her trade and parts of her costumes were contained in this small room. 'Hmm,
maybe a bit later...' she thought, with a wide grin forming on her lips. She
sealed the door behind her, then went to her dressing table to put on her
working face. The Hollywood Whore became real. Very soon, Cary would be hard at
work at the first of her new professions.
While Cary was discovering her new life, two things happened. Tallie made her
way back to her apartment, changing back into Opal once inside. Just before she
got there, however, something fascinating had happened in Shawn's apartment. As
she finished her one person fashion show, a realization hit her that Star
Sapphire had said that as Onyx, she was to become an evil villainess that would
become her agent. This struck a wrong note in Shawn's psyche, and the shock made
her shed any of the forms that Sapphire had tried to implant. The small
difference in time that she and Tallie had spent under Sapphire's subliminal
programmer now played its part. While Tallie had fallen completely into the evil
persona that Star Sapphire intended, Shawn now knew that as Onyx, she had to be
a true heroine, not a villainess.
With the small interlink that her pendant gave her to Opal, Shawn knew that she
had to change her partner, also. Once again assuming her metallic Onyx costume,
she drew her cloaked weapon and pressed the button, willing it to change her
friend into a heroic ally. Opal was a bit surprised to find Onyx at her door,
and didn't notice the slightly odd position of her right hand. Moments later,
however, after being hit by the ray from Onyx's weapon, Opal's mind opened up.
"Onyx, or Shawn, you're not going to believe what I just did! Do you remember
Kerry Caldwell from this afternoon?"
Onyx shook her head. "No, why?"
"I just changed reality! The Kerry who'd said we looked like Hollywood hookers
is now the premier prostitute from Hollywood, named Cary Cupcakes. She's working
the NASA crowd right here, but I also gave her another identity, that of the cat
burglar, Leopard Girl. I hope we can find her before she gets into any trouble!"
Upcoming after a bit, Onyx and Opal become the metallic twin heroines who join
the members of the JLA who haven't been further changed into evil pawns, while
Leopard Girl changes her spots thanks to an assist from Opal's weapon one more
time.
Next up, we see what happens to Pink Lantern, with both her ring and Star
Sapphire within working to corrupt her that same evening.
On to the conclusion of the story
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