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Stormchilde's Story Chapters 1-3 by [email protected] Chapter One: When it rains, it pours... Mark walked out of his apartment sharply at 7:15am to arrive at his job by 7:30am. Despite earlier failings in life, notably failing out during his first attempt at college, he had managed to put his life back together and now at 31 was an up and coming software developer for a small "dot-com" in the upstate of South Carolina. The early morning weather was somewhat crisp, and the sky held portents of possible rain later that day. He got into his 13-some-odd year old POS and started pulling out of the apartment complex that he, his wife and children lived in when the heavens opened into one terribly impressive thunderstorm. Absentmindedly he flipped the radio station over to WSSL, a local country station to listen to the weather report. Lights and windshield wipers turned on, he continued his drive to work. When the latest Shania Twain song finished the DJ came on with a weather report. Apparently the national weather center was calling for a 40% chance of tornados and people were advised to exercise caution and take extra time driving to work. "I wonder if I'll get to see my first tornado," Mark said to himself "it might be kind of cool." The weather had taken a much decided turn for the worse when Mark arrived at Metatech's office in Mauldin, and he briefly contemplated turning around and going home. However at the last moment he thought better of the idea and grabbing his laptop case he made a fast dash for the door, not even bothering to lock his car doors (a normal habit of his, quite silly considering the relative value of the car.) He was halfway across the parking lot when the lightning bolt came arcing down out of the clouds and slammed straight into him. When the smoke and ozone cleared, Mark was lying in a heap of burned clothes, exploded laptop, half-melted blacktop, and with multiple third-degree burns across nearly all of his body. He was completely unconscious - a mercy considering the damage done to his body. Unknown to anyone at the time though, the shock of the lightning bolt did what nature failed to do during his teen years - activate his latent mutant abilities. Slowly, the newly awakened DNA sequences started working on the very-charred Mark Kelso. Likely his new talent was the only thing that saved his life. Interlude: In the early 1940's an unusual phenomenon was starting to be observed. Certain people started manifesting unusual traits and abilities, with some being quite powerful. Eventually these people would be termed 'mutants' and would quickly replace every other minority on the planet as the most hated and feared. Mutant abilities most often manifested shortly after puberty, triggered by the sudden rush of hormones and social stresses that accompany this time. Sometimes, though much more rarely, mutations were dormant until activated by some powerful external stimulus. Such was the case for Mark Kelso. At 31 he felt he was safely past having to worry about being a "mutie-freak" and had grown somewhat complacent. The so-called "Bible-Belt" was not a good place to be a mutant, most of the churches took the view that mutants were an abomination in the eyes of God, and it wasn't unheard of for mutants to be assaulted, lynched, fired from their jobs, thrown out of their homes, and otherwise spat upon. While he had never participated in these activities, Mark had never really thought about "mutant rights" before. He was about to get a wake-up call of the first rank. Chapter Two: The Mutant Outed It was about 10 minutes before the ambulance arrived, and another 20 before Mark was wheeled into the Emergency Room. The doctors were amazed that he was even alive after such an accident, and quickly started treating him for severe burns and attendant shock. While they were working though, one of the nurses observed something odd. Most of the burns on his body were now 2nd degree as opposed to the nearly universal spread of 3rd degree. She pointed this out to the attending physician who promptly ordered an MRI and a check of his DNA to verify what a visual inspection suggested, that he was a mutant. The still unconscious form of Mark Kelso was rushed to radiology where the MRI was taken. It verified an unusual growth behind his pituatary gland, the so-called X-Node that formed in active mutants. It was pretty small though, indicating either that he was a weak mutant or that his powers may have just manifested, although such a small growth was sometimes seen in normal humans so by itself it meant nothing. The DNA test revealed it. He was definitely a mutant. It also revealed something else: apparently he had been born with an extra "X" chromosome, yet another genetic defect that had gone undiagnosed. "And those bleeding-heart-liberals wonder why we want mandatory genetic screening of all children at birth" the doctor thought to himself. "Damn mutant freaks..." he cursed under his breath before turning to the nurse standing next to him and continuing "Take him to the mutant ward. And notify his insurance carrier, employer, and family." One more mutant loser, that's all he was. While Mark's body slowly repaired itself of the damage that the lightning had done to it, it also started dealing with his birth-defect (the extra X chromosome.) Due to the severe cellular damage caused by the lightning though, his newly activated healing factor decided that the Y chromosome didn't belong, and started excising it while it was repairing the damage. On the outside, his insurance carrier was mandated by law to continue coverage of a newly discovered mutant in emergency care for 24 hours before terminating service. Thanks to the "Sanctity of Marriage Act" a marriage between a mutant and a human (once the mutant was discovered) was automatically nullified with all marital property and resources going to the human partner. Susan Kelso, Mark's wife, entered the hospital a mere hour after hearing that her husband had been in an accident. She would have been there sooner, but it took some doing to find one of the women in her church who was free to watch the kids. After a few minutes of tracking down the attending doctor, she was given the news. "Mrs. Kelso, you better sit down." "Oh my God, he's dead!" she started to break down in tears. Sitting down next to her, the aged physician tried to console her "No Mrs. Kelso, he's not dead. It's worse than that." Susan looked up in confusion. "What are you talking about? What could be worse..." Then is hit her. "Oh no..." she said quietly, in shock. "Yes Mrs. Kelso, we're waiting for the DNA test to confirm it, but given his survival, some evidence of rapid tissue regeneration, and what looks like a developing X-node, we believe that he is a mutant. I'm terribly sorry for you Mrs. Kelso." "Where is he now?" "Right now he's still in ER, but isolated from the other patients. If the test comes back positive he will be moved to the mutant ward." The mutant ward. It sounded relatively harmless, but it was a neo-Dickensonian nightmare. Sheets were changed irregularly, nursing care was haphazard, and sanitation seemed an afterthought. Since mutants rarely had (or kept) medical coverage, hospitals had little incentive to care for those who couldn't pay for it. Quality of care was the first casualty. The doctor took a breath and continued "Mrs. Kelso, if your husband is a mutant your insurance carrier's policy is to terminate services as soon as legally permissable - 24 hours after confirmation. If he cannot pay after that we will be forced to release him." "Will he be OK? I mean, if he's still really hurt how could you turn him out?" "Mrs. Kelso, I sympathize, I really do, but our budget is simply too tight to continue to care for mutants who cannot afford to pay. Money spent on them is money we can't spend taking care of normal people like you and me." "Normal people? Mutants are people too you know!" The doctor sighed inwardly. Not another mutie-lover... "Mrs. Kelso, I am sorry, but mutants aren't people, despite appearances to the contrary. Now, we will do the best we can for him, but please realize our means are limited. If he needs more care then perhaps St. George's free clinic can take him in for a while..." With that he got up and went back to work. Susan sat there and cried. Interlude: Susan had always considered herself a good christian. Well maybe not always. She was a pretty wild individual in her late teens, even to the point of getting pregnant to her teenage boyfriend. Due to pressure from her parents, she had given the child (a girl) up for adoption. A couple of years later after she met Mark she and he discovered Jesus Christ and had accepted him as their Lord and Savior. Now she was torn. She loved Mark, with all her heart, yet according to their church, mutants were of the devil and good christian people should avoid contact with them wherever possible. After all, they were demons-made-flesh and without souls. In the past she had always poo-poo'ed that belief since they didn't know any mutants and most of what they saw on the news was that awful "Brotherhood of Mutants" engaging in some terrorist act or another. Numbly she sat there and waited for news of Mark's condition. Chapter Three: Mutations Unveiled By the time Mark woke up, the news had long since come back. He was a mutant. Of course, even if it hadn't it would be pretty obvious,seeing as how his burns were healed to the point of being merely 1st degree with a couple of 2nd degree patches. People were often sunburned worse. He sat up in the delapadated temporary-permanent building that housed the "mutant ward." Around him were other sleeping figures, some of them obviously inhuman. 'Where am I' he thought to himself 'and what the heck am I doing here with these mutants?' As he sat there he started to remember what happened. He had been struck by lightning! 'But why aren't I more badly burned?' he thought. Indeed, his skin was smooth, and only tingled slightly where he touched it; although apparently the hair had been burned off his body he was apparently only suffering from minor injuries. And major hunger. As he was starting to clear the fog out of his head he realized what had awakened him: a gnawing at his stomach like he hadn't eaten in a week. For a few minutes he looked around futilely for the nurse call button but couldn't find it. 'Where is it?' The only thing he could think of was this was some kind of mistake had been made. Just because he was super-lucky and only got knocked out and mildly burned (the strike must have just missed him he thought) that didn't mean he was some kind of freak! Weakly, he stumbled out of bed and tried to find the nurses station. He was glad Susan wasn't here, she shouldn't have to be around these freaks of nature. After a few moments search he found a single nurses station (behind bulletproof glass?!?!?!?) with a young black man watching 'Jerry Springer' on a black-and-white tv. "Umm...excuse me" Mark started, somewhat put off by the alto voice that came out of his throat. The nurse didn't even look up. "There seems to have been some kind of mistake" Mark went on, wondering if the lightning strike had messed up his vocal cords - his voice wasn't its usual tenor. He continued "I'm not supposed to be here." Annoyed, the male nurse looked up and sad quite icily "Listen freak, you're even lucky to be getting any kind of care when normal people aren't. Now go back to bed before I have to call the orderlies!" Taken aback by the venom in the young man's voice, Mark simply staggered backwards and stood there mutely. "You don't understand, I'm not a mutant!" He laughed at that. "Oh, you're a mutant, all right. You were practically covered in 3rd degree burns when they brought you in yesterday morning, now look at yourself! Now listen mutie, shut up and go back to bed. You will see the nurse practitioner in the morning." Mutie? Freak? There had to be some kind of mistake. He was no mutant...he was normal...Yet, third-degree burns? Nearly dead? But he felt fine, still himself, he wasn't some souless monster... Without really thinking, Mark stumbled into the communal bathroom and flipped on the light. Padding quietly over to the sinks he looked in the mirror for the first time since he had shaved the morning before. His skin was completely smooth, and somewhat reddened - though he could sense that that was fading. 'No stubble' he thought 'how odd.' His features also seemed a bit more fine, and he thought he saw a point forming at the tips of his ears. His hair was lighter than it was before, being silvery-white at the roots instead of its normal brown. He explored the rest of his body both with his hands and visually. He confirmed a lack of hair anywhere below his neck. His chest seemed tender and he felt an odd twisting sensation in his lower abdomen and groin. All of this was paling beyond his hunger though, 'when the heck is breakfast?' he thought plaintively. He stumbled into a stall and, feeling too dizzy to stand, turned and sat to relieve himself. When finished, he staggered back to the common room and tried to get some sleep. Despite the extreme protests of his stomach, Mark was still worn out enough from his ordeal to at least fall back into a fitful sleep. He was awakened roughly by a stern looking older woman in a white uniform. On either side of her were some truly impressive men wearing some kind of light armor and holding stun-batons in their hands. 'What the heck?!?!?' Mark thought. "Well now, my young mutant friend. Are you finally awake?" The sarcasm in her voice could have cut through steel. Mark bit back the retort that was forming. "Yeah, but what on earth am I doing here?" Damn that alto voice, it was practically soprano now "I'm not a mutant. I'm too old." "Sorry dear, but you are most definitely a mutant. It looks like your burns have all healed, and since your insurance is cutting you off at lunch time I see no reason why we can't just release you now young lady." Young lady? "I'm not a girl, sheesh, I know that the hair got burned off and my voice is funny..." "And you have breasts and a vagina" the nurse finished even more icily. "What?!?" Mark's hands flew to his chest and sure enough, there they were in all their glory. He didn't dare try to find his manhood, but was suddenly aware of a gap where it used to be. The middle-aged-nurse-from-hell went on. "Yep, turns out you were really a she all along. Apparently a secondary birth defect outside of your being a mutant resulted in you being an XXY male instead of an XY male - its a wonder, actually, that you were never diagnosed before." "Anway, your ex-wife is waiting outside to pick you up. Now please sign these forms and we can let you out of here." Mark sat there in complete shock. Mutant? Female? XXY? None of this was sinking in, and he felt like he was drowning. All of a sudden, a stun-baton struck him and the surge of electricity felt oddly invigorating, it brought him out of his reverie at least. "Was that too complicated for your little mutant mind to comprehend Ms. Kelso? Now sign these before I have Curtis here give you full strength with the baton." It took a few minutes, but Mark signed where they told him to sign. He was given a set of clothes courtesy of goodwill. They fit, and Mark tried not to think about the fact that he was wearing a woman's sundress over panties. He had refused the bra. "You'll change your mind on that later dearie..." the iron-underweared-bitch said as she (and her twin shadows in body armor) escorted her out of the mutant ward and back into the sunlight. Susan was standing outside their car, waiting for him. She had been warned that he had transformed, and it took her a moment to recognize the now smaller and thinner elf-woman with silver hair as her ex-husband. Ex-husband. Thanks to the Sanctity of Marriage Act the instant Mark's mutant nature was exposed their marriage was legally over. Their children were now bastards in the eyes of the government. Worse yet, when she called Reverend Peters for advice he summarily advised her to have nothing to do with her husband. "Satan has many ways to draw us away from God" he had said "and clearly the man you thought was your husband was little more than a demon having fun at your expense. You should get your children tested, the taint of that monster may be on them." That was the exact moment she lost her faith. She knew Mark, knew him better than herself at times, and knew him to be a good man, not some kind of demon...And yet here was this female form she barely recognized walking towards her. 'She looks terrified' Susan thought before she caught herself and mentally corrected with a 'he.' Wordlessly, she opened the door to the POS they drove and then walked around to the drivers side and let her in. They drove home in silence. Stormchilde's Story Chapters 4-6 Chapter Four: So what do we do now? They arrived back home from the hospital around lunchtime. The day was sunny and hot, typical early May weather in South Carolina. "Where are the kids?" Mark was suddenly very afraid of having to face them. "They're over and Brad and Judy's house. I didn't think they should see you..." she paused for a moment "like this." Mark looked at the door to their townhouse, and suddenly felt like he was a stranger, a ghost going through the motions of a dead man's life. "Susan, what are we going to do?" Susan looked away and started towards the townhouse they shared. "I'm not sure. All the kids know is that you were in an accident and that I've been crying a lot...I think they might think you died or something. How are they going to handle their dad being a mutant and a girl!?" She leaned up against the wall, some soft tears running down her cheeks. "The fact is that we?re through Mark." Susan?s crying was intensifying. "I will have the kids tested, and if any of them are mutants I will send them to live with you if you?d like. But, I?m no lesbian and if you were to stay it would be hard for all of us." Mark sat back against the roof of the car. To describe him as stunned would be an overstatement. ?Dammit!? he seethed inwardly ?I thought she loved me...!? His manner and tone became decidedly icy. "Never mind Susan. Since the law says that everything we owned is now yours, and I *really* don?t want any favors from you, I?ll be leaving!" With that he started to walk away, tears staining his newly emerald-green eyes. Deep down he hoped that Susan would come running after him. But she didn?t. Susan, for her own part had utterly collapsed into tears. She had lost her husband, in a way that was worse than death. She had wanted to try to stay friends, but Mark?s reaction was just too much! How could he expect her to have a mutant live in their home? She wasn?t a bigot she told herself, but just worried about how the kids would deal with it, and with the likely teasing. No, she tried to reassure herself, she wasn?t a bigot... Mark made it as far as the edge of the apartment complex before the full weight of what happened had sunk in. He was now alone. No money, no home, most-likely no job (he had heard his manager and co-workers, and himself, it shamed him to admit, telling ?stupid mutie? jokes), and was now a mutie freak himself,...herself she corrected. "DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!!!!" she screamed in rage and frustration, and as she did that Mark?s first experience with the full extent of her mutant abilities manifested. A bolt of lightning flew from her hands and blasted a poor tree near the street into about a thousand flaming fragments. Mark stepped backwards, eyes wide open in suprise. After a moment she glanced down at her hands and saw small little blue-white arcs of electicity playing along them. All around her, people who had witnessed the event had either fled in abject terror that the "mad mutant" would attack them or had closed the blinds to pretend not to be home. Terrified herself at what happened, Mark started running down the street away from her complex. She kept up a full sprint for nearly a minute without getting winded before she stopped again, this time stunned at her endurance. ?Get it together Mark...get it together!? she chanted to herself and she proceeded to continue walking down the street. Interlude: The Death Certificate The old doctor signed the form proclaiming Mark Kelso dead. He smiled as he did so, confident that this was in Mrs. Kelso?s best interests. This way she could get any life insurance money she should have coming and their children wouldn?t have to live with the shame of a mutant father that was a girl... Two days later Susan Kelso received a call from their insurance agent expressing his condolances about her loss, and apologized for not noticing the obituary. Susan was a little confused, not having realized what the doctor had done, but rolled with the conversation and thanked the agent for calling and for his sympathy. He promised a speedy processing of the insurance claim. Susan would eventually return to live in her home town with her family back up north, and would use the insurance money to put herself through school. She never did get the children tested. Chapter Five: Rescued by the X-Men Professor Charles Xavier removed Cerebro from his head and sighed to himself. As he did so the doors to the Cerebro room opened and Scott Summers and Storm came into the room. The professor turned his wheelchair around and in his calm voice notified them of a new mutant he detected. "I was doing a routine scan of the eastern seaboard when I noted a new powerful mutant signature in Greenville, South Carolina. Even With Cerebro I am unable to ascertain much about her at this distance except the fact that she is apparently working at a strip club and is going by the name of ?Marci Storms.?" Scott, also known as Cyclops, was a bit perplexed. "Working at a strip club professor? How old is she?" "I don?t know. I tried doing a search on mutants by that name through the news and the only thing I found was a story about a tree apparently struck by lightning in the middle of a sunny day in that area. Since I was unable to detect any other mutants, I believe she may have been responsible." Ororo, also known as Storm, spoke up "Another mutant with weather Control powers?" The professor turned to the beautiful young mutant and said "It's possible, although too early to tell. I would like the two of you to go down there and see if you can make contact with her. Perhaps we can encourage her to come back to the school ? she may be a runaway and her awakening may have artificially made her look older. We may be able to help her." Scott and Ororo started making preperations to leave immediately. Satisfied that they would do fine, Professor Xavier made his way to his physics class before they invoked the infamous "15 minute rule." Not that such things worked with a telepath of his calibre though ? He sent a message to each of them: * Stay where you are and review chapter 15 for a pop-quiz. * And smiled and the sudden wave of dispair and alarm that flowed through all students at the dreaded words "pop quiz." Ororo didn?t want to admit it, but she hoped that this young lady also had some affinity for weather manipulation. Often she felt like the weakest link on the team because her powers took so long to fully "charge up" to be effective. Logan?s claws and healing factor were nearly instant, Scott?s eye-beams were instant, Jean of course had the ready use of telekinesis, and even Rogue, cursed as she was, was often more effective in a fight than Storm was. Sometimes she wondered if she were around to provide some kind of ethnic balance and the occasional fog-cover for the Blackbird. Then again, once they did get going she was, much like nature itself, a force to be reckoned with and perhaps an additional "weather witch" on the team might help illustrate this to Scott and the others. All around her, life at the school was busy with its bustling activity. She had another ? hour before she had to be at her history class and took advantage of the time to wander outside in the sunshine. From there it was only a short walk to the nearby gardens where a moments concentration produced a slight drizzle which served admirably to water everything in the garden quickly. Feeling somewhat impish, she decided to practice wind-control, perhaps the fastest and easiest of her powers to command. A year ago, when they were fighting Magneto and the Brotherhood at the Statue of Liberty she was still relatively "raw" in her control, and Logan nearly flew into the Atlantic Ocean ? and would have were it not for Jean. After a moments concentration she was flying up into the air, propelled by a controlled tornado of sorts. She was getting better, this time it only took her a few seconds to martial her strength ? but then again it was easier outside than in... While Ororo was out playing, Scott was on the telephone contacting the airline they would use to fly down to South Carolina. Fuel for the blackbird was expensive, and difficult to aquire large quantities of without attracting attention ? despite the Professor?s ability to manipulate memories and his vast corporate contacts. Often times, if the mission were simply not that critical, they would just fly. Scott hated flying, unless he was piloting, because he resented the lack of control and given the peculiarities of his "gift", control and restraint were of primary importance to him. To be safe, he elected to wear his full visor, securely strapped on (a lesson he had learned painfully back at the train station when Toad had stolen his visor and he, in Logan?s words, "gave it a new sun roof.") The travel agent accepted the "Corporate" Visa number he gave them and soon he and Ororo had 1st class tickets to Greenville-Spartanburg Airport in Upstate SC. They would leave the day after tomorrow at 9am. ?Let?s hope that ?Marci? can manage until then.? Chapter Six: Dancing for Dinner "Gentleman, put your hands together for Marci Storms!" the voice of the DJ floated out above the smoke and noise of the crowd and the bad disco music that was playing. Marci, fomerly Mark, hated working here, but with no legal identity, and being a mutant, this was all she could get. This had been bad enough, but in order for the owner to agree to pay her "under the table" she had to go "under the table" and service him orally. Since Mark, now Marci had always been 100% straight before, this proved to be one more humiliation to bear. That first night was hard, but luckily the girls working here were really nice. After a sob-story about being thrown out by an abusive boyfriend, she was able to get them to help her through it. One of them, a very pretty young hispanic girl who couldn?t have been a day over 16, let alone the required 18 to work here (a fact that didn?t suprise her given the calibre of the owner) took her home with her to stay in her studio apartment. She went by the stage name of "Lucy Blade" and had an act based on being the female "Zorro." It was her that recommended that Marci call herself Storms when she had quietly confessed to what had happened to her, excepting the being a guy before part. "Don?t sweat it Marci ? I don?t care if you?re a mutant or not. I guess I should be jealous, whatever gods exist clearly gave you the good mutations..." this was referring to her near-perfect physique, preternatural endurance and flexibility, along with apparently being unable to even grow hair anywhere on her body below her neck... "Thanks Lucy", her real last name had been Hanchez, "when my...ex-partner discovered I was a mutant I was thrown out on my ear...they even took and sold all my old stuff..." Marci couldn?t bear to explain his ex-partner was a ?her? and not a ?him? and that ?she? used to be a ?he?... Lucy and the others taught her how to disconnect from the groping hands, how to pretend they were the caresses of caring lovers rather than the animalistic pawings of half (or totally) drunk assholes looking to prove their manhood. It was harder for Marci, because of her improved senses, to ignore the greasy feeling she came away with. That first night at Lucy?s, she showered for nearly an hour after coming home. "It gets better Marci, with time. You kind of get used to it." "I find that kind of hard to believe Lucy. I don?t think most of those guys even shower!" "No senorita, they don?t." Lucy laughed "Which is why they have to tip us so much to even get close to a woman." The next night went easier, and Marci made it through the dancing and even took a couple of lap-dances, although she charged $100 instead of the normal $25. She found that even at that inflated price she was much in demand. She even started to enjoy it when she saw young nerdy looking guy come in, looking totally out of place. He paid the money and unlike the others, didn?t try to paw at her or suck her tits while she danced. Or rather he did, but he * asked * first! "May I kiss your breasts please?" His polite manner and apparent gentleness got to Marci and before she could even think she replied "Why yes sugah, you sure can." And kiss he did, and suck. Marci felt a tingle shoot through her not entirely unlike when she used her ability to throw electrical blasts, but quantitatively better. It started at her nipple where the nebbish young man was suckling like a babe and shot straight down to her week-old vagina and within moments her heightened senses, which included touch, had her orgasming from being sucked off. Caught up in pleasure, she reached down and grabbed the young man?s very-hard member and started caressing it through his pants. Responding to her clear need, the young man took out his rather impressively sized cock (bigger than Marci?s had been as a guy) and gently reached over to push her thong to one side. Seconds later, Marci impaled herself on it, feeling her hymen snap and blood rush down. Apparently he realized what happened and in a suprised tone asked "You?re a virgin?" Marci ground against him, suprised at the incredible feeling of his penis within her, suddenly feeling sorry for men everywhere who couldn?t experience that feeling, and said "Yes, you are my first ? I hope you don?t mind!" Clearly he didn?t because Marci started bouncing and grinding against him, rubbing her clit up against his pubic bone and the head of his cock against her incredibly sensitive "G-spot." Seconds later she felt his cock swell even more and when he came forcefully within her his own orgasm triggered hers and she let off a scream of pure animalistic pleasure. She collapsed against him enjoying the afterglow. It was then she felt the tap on her shoulder. Moments later she was thrown out, fired for "turning a trick" in the owner?s establishment. The young man was curtly informed he had to leave immediately, and was rebuffed when he asked for Marci?s number or to see her. She sat out back behind the stage door, feeling her mutant regenerative powers already restoring her shattered hymen ? effectively making her a virgin again. While she waited out back for Lucy to get off, she saw a young black woman with white hair walk up to her. "Marci Storms I presume? My name is Ororo Munroe, and I?m here to help you." Epilogue Professor Xavier helped Marci adjust to her new life as a mutant. She was in desperate need of therapy to help her not only make the adjustment to being a mutant, but to being a young woman. Dr. Jean Grey noted that she had a healing factor much like Logan did, although not quite as powerful ? its doubtful she would survive trauma like he had to withstand having admantium laced through her body. She was also capable of absorbing, storing, and generating blasts of electricity, although not enough to be effective in a prolonged fight, the blast could be quite dangerous if it had been a few days since their last use. She also had improved endurance and sensory capacity. It took some doing, but the Professor was able to set her up with a legal new identity, and a new version of her old Bachelor?s Degree in Computer Science under the name of Marci Winters. Regular use of hair dye turned her oddly silver hair a nice shade of black, which made it easier to blend in. For a while, she lived at the school while she learned how to live and act as a woman ? her gift having ensured her permanent status as such regardless of any efforts at gender-reassignment surgery. After six months at the school, she made another discovery. She was immune to Rogue?s absorptive powers! For a while after that she and Rogue became lovers, but Rogue was only "bi curious" and despite the tremendous relief at being able to touch * someone * she eventually elected to break it off. Marci was a bit sad, but accepted it and later left to move to Colorado to take a job with a company that was in the Xavier Group of companies working as a software engineer. Professor Xavier had offered to help her reconnect with her family and with her ex-wife and children. But Marci refused. That life was gone and it would only pain them to have her reintroduced to it. Instead she decided to just live her new life as quietly and modestly as possible. At least as quietly as a mutant lesbian could... Not quite the end, more like the beginning. Katahn