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This is the fourth story in my Legacy universe, following The Miracle Legacy, A Change of Heart, and Hardshell. In spite of that, this story follows different characters and can be read on it's own. The Praxis Crossing By Morpheus I leaned back in my chair and yawned, once again looking over the three dozen TV screens that filled the room. I'd been watching them for more time than I cared to, and not a thing had changed in any of them. And though that might be boring, I had to admit that it was better than the alternative. "With all of these TV's," I commented casually, "shouldn't we be able to pick up some porn channels?" Next to me, my older and heavyset partner Bill chuckled, "I wish kid." I frowned, wishing that he wouldn't call me kid. After all, I was 26 years old. However, I didn't let it get to me as I knew that Bill didn't really mean it. He was just one of those old timers that called everyone more than 20 years younger than him a kid. My name was T.J., or at least that's what everyone called me. My full name was Thomas Jeremiah Sawyer, but I'd more than had my fill of Tom Sawyer jokes when I was a kid and didn't like the name Jeremiah. So, I just used my initials instead. With a sigh, I took another look at the screens, then told Bill, "I'm going to do a walk around." "Okay," Bill responded, "Just check out camera 23. It's been bouncing a bit." I gave a nod, "Sure," just as I left the monitor room. At the moment, and for the last several months, I'd been working as a security guard for a research facility. It hadn't been for any specific security expertise that I'd been hired, but because I knew how to fix the surveillance cameras. And a few other things. I more or less doubled as security guard and maintenance technician because my employers were pretty cheap. While I was working, I couldn't help wondering for at least the thousandth time exactly what it was that they did in secure areas. I'd overheard a few things, including mention of some kind of quantum shift reactor, but that still didn't tell me too much. Just that it was probably stuff that was over my head. "Damn cameras," I muttered after I'd taken care of the camera that Bill had reminded me about. "These things really need replacing." In fact, there were quite a few things that could probably use replacing or proper fixing, but again my employers were pretty cheap... and it showed. I shrugged though, knowing that I shouldn't worry about how little money was actually spent on security or much of anything else since that was the reason I'd gotten the job. Then again, job security had never really been one of my big worries. I'd worked enough different jobs and picked up enough stuff that I'd sort of become a jack of all trades, and as I frequently joked, a master of none. Just then, I heard a series of gunshots, followed by an explosion. I snapped around, noticing a pillar of smoke coming from the main gate. And at the same time, I saw people coming down in parachutes, all of them wearing some kind of blue and gold uniforms, or more accurately... body armor. All of them were also armed, as and as I quickly realized... women. "Death to the male oppressors!" on woman screamed as she hit the ground, then opened fire with what seemed to be some sort of ray gun. "Oh shit," I gasped in shock, staring in horror at all of the attackers. There had to be several dozen women, and they were all shooting like crazy. However, most of them didn't seem to be giving much effort to aiming... just blasting at everything in sight. "I'm gonna die..." It was only then that I realized that I was standing pretty much in the open, which I suspected was NOT a good idea. Then I ran and even dove behind a dumpster, hoping like hell that they didn't see me. Whoever 'they' were. A woman's voice cried out, "Hurry. Get inside." Another woman's voice quickly followed, "Now those male fascists will HAVE to take the Sisterhood seriously." "Enough talking!" a third woman's voice growled from closer to me, "There'll be enough time for that once we finish taking this building." At this, I finally peaked around the corner of the dumpster, relieved to see most of the woman heading away from me. Unfortunately, they were heading for the main doors of the building. That was definitely not good news. With a grimace, I debated going for my gun, knowing that it was part of my job as a security guard but afraid to put myself in more danger than I was already in. Without warning, another one of the security guards stepped out of the front doors and opened fire at the women. However, that had little effect, as the bullets seemed to bounce off of their armor with little to no damage. All it did was make them angry... and fire back. A second later, where the other security guard had been, there was nothing but a smoking corpse. "Carl!" I gasped, then quickly shut my mouth, afraid to make a sound and give myself away. Though I barely knew the guy, I couldn't help but feeling bad about his getting killed. And after seeing that, there was no way that I was going to try playing hero too. I crouched down behind the dumpster, still looking out at the armored women who were taking over the facility. Then I looked around for a way out, glaring at the tall chain link fence that was supposed to keep people out. Now it was just serving to keep me trapped in. "Damn," I spat, filling that one word with fear, anger and frustration. Some of the attacking women had gone into the building, while others were setting up something of a perimeter. They'd even rounded up a few prisoners and were holding them in a corner... probably to use as hostages. Fortunately, none had noticed me where I was hiding, at least not yet. Just then, I was shocked by the sight of a woman dropping right out of the sky, and landing on the ground a short distance from the women with the prisoners. My eyes nearly popped out at the sight, and the almost immediate realization that she was one of the developed. One of those who developed powers of some sort and played out the roles of super heroes... and villains. In an instant, I took in the woman. She was tall, probably around 6 foot or so, quite possibly an inch or two taller. Her body was statuesque, which was about the only word I could think to describe her. She was extremely well built, both athletic and voluptuous at the same time, with well defined muscles. And she had black hair, cut fairly short but still in a feminine manner. The mystery woman was wearing a costume of red and white spandex that covered everything below her neck. There was a red cape that swung behind her, attached to her shoulders. And around her waist, there was a red belt, with large round buckle that looked to be made of some sort of gold metal, with a reddish gem or something in the center. It had only been a moment after the woman landed before she charged forward, grabbing the gun out of one of the attacker's hands and bending it in half as though it was nothing. She threw the gun, and then the woman both to the side with equal ease, turning her attention to the other armored women with the hostages. "Who are you?" one of the armored women demanded, her voice filled with both confusion and awe. The costumed woman just answered, "I'm Praxis," then demanded, "Drop your weapons." Though I didn't really recognize the woman, I thought that she looked a tiny bit familiar and thought that I'd heard the name before. Then it came to me. I'd heard something about her pretty recently, that she was fairly new super hero but was getting a bit of attention. I think that I even remembered seeing something on TV where she was fighting alongside the Protectorate, but I didn't think that she was a member. Then again, I was no expert and didn't usually pay a lot of attention to either TV or all of those costumed weirdoes. When the armored women didn't drop their guns immediately, Praxis jumped forward and tore them from their hands, then sent the women both flying into a wall. An in an instant later, she'd turned her back to the prisoners and flew back into the air, managing to avoid a blast from some other armored woman who was shooting at her. "No way," I just gasped, unable to believe that I was seeing a real developed... a super hero in action. Praxis landed again and was almost immediately surrounded by a group of the terrorists. "You're one of us!" one of the women cried out, "Join the Sisterhood and help fight the oppressive male tyranny." With an almost arrogant laugh, Praxis charged towards the closest of the armored women, punching her and sending her flying over 20 feet. One of the women screamed out "Traitoress!" just as she fired her energy blaster at Praxis. But to my surprise, the blast went straight through her as though she wasn't there and hit another one of the Sisterhood instead. For the next minute, I watched from my hiding place as Praxis took care of all of the terrorist attackers outside of the facility. However, I couldn't help remembering that some of them had gone inside as well. Suddenly some sirens started sounding, ones that sent a chill down my spine as I heard them. "Oh shit," I squeaked out, recognizing the alarm for an immediate building evacuation. I stood up and stepped out from the cover of the dumpster, knowing that this Praxis woman had already taken care of all of the terrorists outside the main building. And as I watched, people started running out of the building, going straight for the main gate. "Run!" a woman in a lab coat screamed out. "What's going on?" I demanded, grabbing hold of the woman who looked in a panic. "She's stopped those terrorists." The woman, whom I remembered was a researcher in one of the secure areas gasped, "They shot at the reactor containment..." Her eyes were wide with fear and near panic, "It's going to explode. We've got to get out of range... maybe a mile..." And with that, she tore herself away from me and continued running towards the exit. Praxis seemed to have heard that as she started helping the people evacuate, even grabbing at the Sisterhood members and pulling them to a safe distance. She even snatched up the ones who'd been inside as they tried to escape. I just gulped and started towards the exit myself, hoping that we had time to get away from whatever was happening. I was more than halfway there when I realized that I hadn't seen Bill leaving the building. Then I stopped, taking a look back and feeling worried. "Fuck," I spat out. My partner was getting close to retirement age and tended to walk pretty slowly. So even if he hadn't been hurt by those terrorist bitches, he was probably still trying to make his way out. And I didn't think that he'd be able to make it in time. Not with the way that woman made it sound so urgent. With another, "Fuck," I turned and ran as fast as I could back towards the building, knowing that I had to get Bill out before that reactor she'd mentioned blew. I tore down the halls of the building, seeing no sign of another person still being within. Then I burst into the monitor room, calling Bill's name. It took me a second to realize that he wasn't in there. The room was empty. My eyes quickly scanned the room, seeing that several of the screens were dead. A few others were just messed up. Not surprising though considering the attack. I looked over the screens, trying to find Bill... and then finally seeing him. On the screen that showed the back gate. He'd gotten out. With an, "Oh shit," I turned and started running back out as fast as I could, wondering what the hell I'd been thinking. It was my ass that was about to get fried. Half a minute later, I was outside the building again but still had a ways to go to get to the main gate and then to a safe distance. Or at least behind the hills that the evacuees were probably using for cover. I just tried picking up my speed, but it didn't do much good as I was already running as fast as I could and quickly getting too tired. Then suddenly something grabbed hold of me and pulled me right off of the ground. Not something, I quickly realized as I looked, but someone. It was Praxis. She was trying to carry me to safety. Just as I was beginning to feel hope, I heard a massive explosion from the building and snapped my head around, only to see the building vanish as what looked like a massive burst of energy erupted from the center. Everything seemed to disintegrate and a shimmering wave of air rushed out in all directions. Including towards us. "Look out!" I cried, clutching Praxis tightly, just as the wave hit us. My whole being was suddenly filled a thousand sensations as once. In an instant, conscious thought ceased and all that remained was an overwhelming feeling of infinity, followed by a tearing at my very existence. Then, even that was gone into nothingness. *** I had no idea how long I was out, or even if I was truly out or something else entirely. My first thought though as consciousness returned was that I was dead, followed with a consideration that I might be in a hospital somewhere. These both flashed through my mind as I clearly remembered the explosion... that shimmering wave. Then another thought ran through my mind, one of mixed confusion and relief as I realized that I didn't feel hurt or injured. In fact, I felt good. Very good. That was quickly followed by the realization that I also felt extremely strange, though it wasn't quite anything that I could put my finger on yet. With that, I opened my eyes and got to my feet, taking a look around me and gasping in surprise. The whole building was gone, leaving little more than a crater, which extended just short of the fence... and over it in just a few places. Well short of the mile distance that was predicted. But even though the building was gone... it was still there. Sort of. I could still see it where it had been, or at least a ghostly image of it. "What the hell?" I gasped out in confusion, not only by the strange thing with the building, but by the fact that I was still alive. Suddenly I froze, that feeling of strangeness even more augmented by the fact that my voice sounded wrong to my ears. That shook me out of the amazement from my surroundings and reminded me that there was something weird going on with me as well. It was only then that I looked down at myself to check of what could be wrong... and nearly choked at the sight. My eyes bulged at the obvious pair of women's breasts on my chest, and perhaps even more so by the fact that I was wearing a red and white spandex costume. A costume that I instantly recognized as belonging to Praxis... as did the breasts. Not to mention the rest of my body for that matter. I was in complete shock as I realized just why I felt so strange, but that only left a million more questions than it answered. My hands went to the breasts, verifying that they weren't just figments of my imagination, nor was the rest of my drastically altered body. Somehow... somehow I was in the body of that Praxis woman. It didn't seem possible, but I wasn't about to deny my own senses. But if I was in her body... then where was mine... Just then, I heard a woman's voice in my head demanding, "What's going on?" I snapped around, but not seeing anyone. "Who's there?" With everything that was going on, I was really beginning to get freaked out, and this was only making it worse. There was a moment of silence before the voice responded with another demand, "Who are you? What are you doing with my body?" This time it was my turn to be silent as I gulped, "Your body?" I took a deep breath, "Praxis?" "Of course!" she snapped back viciously, though I still couldn't see any sign of anyone. "Now give me back control of my body, or so help me God..." I nervously looked around again, "Where are you?" "I'm right here you idiot!" Praxis half screamed in my head. It was only then that it really dawned on me that I was hearing her voice in my head. Suddenly two and two added up and I hesitantly asked, "You're in here... with me?" "YES!" she screamed at me, making me wince, "Get out NOW!" There was no doubt that she was absolutely furious. "Tell me how," I snapped back, beginning to get annoyed myself. It was a little more comforting than being scared and confused. "I sure as hell didn't ask to be in here!" She responded with a simultaneously confused and angry, "What?" "It was the explosion," I gasped in realization, "the wave from that quantum reactor thing blowing up." I turned and looked around out of habit, though there was no one there, "I'm the guy you were carrying when it hit. That's what did this to us." "You're a guy?" she blurted out in surprise, losing some of the anger in her voice, though it quickly came back. "What the hell did that do to me?" "What about to me?" I spat back, grabbing at her breasts and getting immediately yelled at not to touch them. "If we're both in your body... then where the fuck is mine?" And of course, the question we both wanted an answer to the most was how did we get back to normal. I looked around, seeing no sign of myself, though I did notice that the ghostly image of the facility looked even fainter. Even less real. And there seemed to be a faint shimmer to it as well, though I wasn't about to give that too much attention when I had more important things to deal with. Just then, I noticed that there were people watching me... watching us. They were beginning to gather around the edge of the blast area, though I could tell that none of them seemed willing to cross over into it. It was all of the people who'd been evacuated from the facility, obviously trying to get a good look at the ghost building. Praxis was saying something when I interrupted, "Um...maybe we should talk about this someplace else." I took a nervous look at the audience, feeling pretty uncomfortable with the situation. "That might be a good idea," she agreed reluctantly. However, I grimaced, "But I think my car was in the blast..." The voice in my head just snorted in irritation. "Since you're controlling my body, you probably control my powers too." I was a bit startled at that since it was something that I hadn't considered. Me, with powers? There was no way... but then again, there was absolutely no way that I could be in the body of a hot super chick either. "So... um..." I started, "how do you fly?" "I just... do," Praxis responded in my head. That wasn't much help though and she seemed to realize this as after a few seconds, she continued, "The best way to describe it is that I will myself into the air." I could sort of feel a mental shrug at that. "That's a lot of good," I muttered. Then with a shrug, I decided that I might as well try it. It wasn't easy concentrating with the people outside of the blast area, but I did my best. I focused on willing myself into the air, finding that it did little good. There was a faint snicker inside of my head, which made me grimace and try again. I tried it again, this time sort of willing myself away from the ground. And just as I was exclaiming, "Damn. It's not wor..." I suddenly realized that my feet were several feet above the ground. "Wow!" "Good," Praxis commented reluctantly, "Now let's get the hell out of here." I was in full agreement. With that, I pushed myself higher and higher into the air while Praxis gave me further instructions on how to fly. And within a minute, I was truly flying, seeing the ground pass by some distance below. It was as amazing as it was unbelievable. After flying for about a minute, Praxis asked, "You're not afraid of heights?" It was really more statement than question, and she sounded almost disappointed. I just shook my head, or was that hers? "Not really," I told her, then added, "I used to work on a high rise construction and had to get over it pretty quickly." Then, in a softer tone than I'd heard her using before, Praxis said, "I was the first time I flew." I wasn't sure whether she was really talking to me this time or to herself. Probably a bit of both. I tried keeping my mind on the flying, but it wasn't easy with my whole body feeling so different, and with Praxis talking inside my head. She kept giving me advice on flying, much of it seeming to be unnecessary as I was quickly getting the hang of it. I was even beginning to suspect that this was her way of dealing with the situation. Since I was flying, it didn't take nearly as long as usual before I got home, or at least close to it. I stopped and hovered in the air just a short distance from the house I lived in, staring down at it, still in complete awe that I was able to do so. "Where are you taking us?" Praxis demanded. "My place," I answered, pointing down at it, "Or I was." I frowned. "I just realized that it might not be the greatest idea to go there looking like this." I gestured down at myself with a scowl. "Oh?" Praxis responded. "I rent the top floor," I explained uncomfortably, "and my landlords are a little nosey... as are a few of the neighbors." After taking a deep breath, I continued, "Someone will have to see me going in, and looking like this..." I shook my head, "I don't think that either of us wants to deal with those questions." "You're right," Praxis agreed, sounding a little more tired than angry this time. I certainly didn't blame her as I was starting to feel tired myself. Everything that had happened was starting to really catch up to me and I was beginning to feel drained. All I wanted was to just collapse into my recliner and relax, maybe even take a nap. However, at the moment, it wouldn't really be a good idea to do either at home. I thought for a moment but couldn't really think of anywhere else to go. "Do you have like a secret hideout or someplace we could go to?" I asked her, more halfhearted than hopeful. Praxis was silent for a moment before she finally surprised me with, "Yes... I know where we can go." A minute later, I was flying through the air again, this time having Praxis give me directions rather than advice. And as we flew, I was burning with curiosity as to where she was having me go. I was unable to help but think of some high tech headquarters, which I'd heard a lot of those costumed super heroes had. We flew for some distance further than we had the last time, with Praxis giving me directions rather than advice. I stayed low enough to see the roads and landmarks pretty clearly, but high enough so that no one would really see me. Praxis was the one who suggested it, though the word suggest might be a little inaccurate. Eventually, we arrived at a nearby city and Praxis announced, "We're almost there." All I did was nodded faintly and muttered, "Good." I was even more tired than before, though Praxis said that it was probably a side effect of our... accident catching up to us. After a few more minutes, I followed her directions to go down behind several buildings, and then down a few alleys. We ended up in one empty alley that was brick wall on both sides, without a single window in sight. "Make sure no one's watching," Praxis ordered, her tone firm. I carefully looked down at the alley floor, and then everywhere else, seeing no sign of anyone. "Coast is clear," I told her, wondering what she was up to. "One of my powers is to turn intangible for a few seconds," Praxis told me. With a nod, I slowly responded, "Okay..." wondering where this was leading. Then she told me how to use that power, though the explanation wasn't really any different than the one she'd given me for flying. "Just will it," she'd said. A minute later, Praxis told me to look for a specific spot on one of the walls... and to go through it. I was more than a little skeptical, but she urged me on, sounding pretty annoyed. The fact was, I was getting annoyed with her annoyance. It wasn't like I was enjoying being stuck in her body as it was. "Here goes nothing," I muttered, just before 'willing' myself intangible and flying towards the wall where Praxis had told me to go. And to my surprise, I actually went through the wall as if it wasn't even there. As soon as I was on the other side, I turned solid again and settled down into a room. However, it didn't look anything like the high tech secret headquarters that I'd been expecting. Instead... it looked like someone's living room. "What?" I blinked in surprise as I looked around, "Where are we?" There was only a brief pause before Praxis answered, "My apartment." I just gasped, "Huh?" "If you ever tell anyone," Praxis threatened with a harsh edge in her voice, "ANYONE about this... about me or anything you see here, I will hunt you down and hurt you. Badly." For a moment, I just stood there, feeling even more surprised. It was certainly strange being threatened by a voice in my own head. However, it just didn't seem all that threatening when there was no one around me doing the threatening. "I have no intention of telling anyone about this," I exclaimed in annoyance. "I'd die of embarrassment." Just then, I was hit by a wave of dizziness and staggered slightly. My exhaustion had just gotten twice as bad and I could barely even remain standing. "Is there a bed I can use?" I asked groggily, fighting to remain up. "In there," Praxis said, though that didn't do me much good as she couldn't point at anything. A moment later, this was followed with a, "The door on the right..." I staggered into the bedroom, catching myself on the doorframe to keep from falling. Then I managed to make it the final few steps to the bed before I collapsed onto it and lost consciousness again. *** It was a strange experience to wake up, not only in someone else's bedroom but in their body as well. I was instantly assaulted by the sensations from my alien body, as well as the memories of what had happened to put me there. For a moment, I just continued to lie there, letting the reality soak in. As I sat up, I was in awe at just how unbelievably good I felt. I'd never felt so good... so alive in my entire life, not even right after I'd ended up in Praxis' body. This was even better. And of course, I was completely wide awake and ready to go, which was strange since it normally took me a cup of coffee before I was fully awake. "Weird," I muttered, looking down at myself with a scowl and then carefully grabbing at my new breasts. Suddenly Praxis snapped, "Watch it!" I yanked my hands back and grimaced, feeling more than a little embarrassed. It was strange, not to mention completely unnerving to remember that there was someone else in my body with me. In a way, it was like there was someone constantly looking over my shoulder and watching everything that I did. That was not a comforting feeling. Not in the least. After taking a deep breath, I stood up and looked around, a little startled by the bedroom I was in. It looked so... normal. Nothing like I would have imagined a super hero like Praxis having. "Like what you see?" Praxis demanded sarcastically. "Just...not what I expected," I told her honestly. Then, I looked down at myself with a scowl, still unable to believe that I was seeing the body of a woman. The body of a super hero at that. I shuddered faintly, unbelievably tempted to feel myself up or at least to strip naked for a better look. However, I didn't dare do anything, knowing that I was being watched... constantly. After a few more seconds, I realized that I felt something very familiar. And it made me very uncomfortable, or at least embarrassed. "Um..." I started, not sure exactly how to say what I wanted to, "I think I need to use your bathroom." Praxis sighed, "I know." Then she grumbled, "I can feel it." "You can feel it?" I repeated curiously. She just snorted bitterly, "I can see, feel and hear everything... just like normal. I just can't move or control anything." I just nodded at that as I made my way to the bathroom. A minute later, I was inside with the door closed, feeling a bit self conscious with Praxis looking over my shoulder. Then I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom mirror and gasped. "Weird," I whispered as I took a step closer and stared at myself in amazement. For several seconds, I just stared at myself with my mouth open. I'd already known that I was inside the body of Praxis, but it was still extremely disconcerting to see her face staring back from me in the mirror after all of that time seeing my own. With a little effort, and remembering that I was being watched, I stepped back from the mirror, remembering why I was in the bathroom in the first place. Then I looked down at myself, trying to find a zipper, to no success. "How the hell do you go to the bathroom in this thing?" I demanded in annoyance. "My costume wasn't really designed for quick bathroom breaks," Praxis admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed. After Praxis told me how to get out of the costume, I followed her directions and removed both the cape and belt, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. Then I reached to the back of my neck and found the hidden catch that unzipped the costume down to my lower back. And from there, it was easy to climb out of the one piece spandex suit. "I can't believe you have to get undressed, just to go the bathroom," I grumbled. "This body doesn't have to go very often," Praxis grumbled back, sounding even more embarrassed. Then she snapped, "Just get this over with and don't go getting any ideas." I just grimaced as I sat down and went about my business, though it was hard to actually do so since Praxis was there with me. It was horribly embarrassing for me and I hated the fact that I had absolutely no privacy whatsoever. Not even for something as private as going to the bathroom. Once I was finished though, I stood up, feeling relieved. And at the same time, I took a quick look at my body, trying to make it look like that wasn't what I was doing. I was curious as hell but didn't want to deal with Praxis at the moment. I had to admit though, she was a definite hottie. A little taller and more muscular than I usually preferred, but still a hottie. Then again, at the moment I guessed that I was the hottie. "Shit," Praxis grumbled in my head. A moment later, she announced, "I'm filthy. I might not be happy with it, but I... we need a shower." With another, longer look down at myself, I muttered, "I guess I'm already dressed for it." At least a shower wasn't as personal as going to the bathroom, and on the brighter side, I'd finally be able to satisfy some more of my curiosity and check out my body a little more. The shower was definitely interesting, though hardly sensual like I would have imagined. Not with Praxis being such a pain in the ass and giving me contradictory instructions the whole time. Telling to be sure to scrub well, yet simultaneously warning me not to touch her. As annoying as being stuck in her body was, having her stuck in my head was MUCH worse. When the shower was over, Praxis directed me to a spare costume that was hidden in the back of her linen closet. It was something of a relief to get dressed again, since it at least removed some of the temptation. However, there was no spare belt so I had to take it from the dirty costume. Before I put the belt back on, I stared at the disk that made up the buckle. A gold circle on the outside, though in the very middle there was the rounded red glass center... though I quickly realized that it wasn't really glass. It seemed to shimmer and sparkle in an odd manner, so what it really was, I had no idea. "So," I asked hesitantly when I was fully dressed again, "What now?" "I'm... I'm not sure," she answered, her voice a little softer than before. I frowned thoughtfully, knowing that we had to find out what the hell had actually happened to us, not to mention how to get back to normal. I didn't want to be stuck in her body, powers or not, and especially not with her in my head spying on my every movement. And I knew that she wasn't thrilled about our situation either. "I mean, what are we going to do about this?" I frowned even more, "Maybe we should go see doctor... a scientist... a specialist or something to help us get back to normal." "NO!" Praxis quickly burst out. "I don't want to have to explain this to anyone. I don't want anyone to know about this. We can get this straightened out ourselves." I was a little startled by her vehemence, but I certainly understood what she meant. After all, I didn't want anyone to know about what had happened to us either. I'd probably die of embarrassment if anyone did find out. Still, I wasn't completely convinced that we could get this straightened out on our own... but I was definitely going to try. "All right," I agreed with a sigh. A few minutes later, Praxis and I decided that we might be able to find some kind of clue back at the facility, though I also thought that it would be a good idea to talk to one of the scientists who'd been working on that quantum reactor thing. If anyone knew what was going on and how to fix it, it would be one of them. However, Praxis didn't like that idea for some reason so I let it drop... for the moment. "I'll cross my fingers," I muttered to myself as I turned intangible again and left through the same wall I'd went in through. Within moments, I was flying again, this time even higher and faster than the time before. This time, it wasn't completely new to me, nor was I in shock from the sudden transformation. This time, I was able to really enjoy the thrill of being able to fly. Soon, I arrived within sight of the facility and just stopped, floating in the air above it. Or at least above the crater where it had been just the day before. This time, there wasn't even a trace of that ghostly image of the facility left. As I descended, I could feel a faint tingling across my skin, sort of like static electricity causing arm hairs to rise or just getting goose bumps. It wasn't unpleasant, or even really uncomfortable, but it was rather odd and making me very nervous. "Careful," Praxis told me, sounding rather nervous herself. It wasn't like I needed that warning though. I landed on the ground and was almost surprised when nothing happened. It was almost anticlimactic, as I had been sort of expecting something. I wasn't really sure why, but I had been. Praxis and I let out almost simultaneous sighs of relief. Over the next hour or so, Praxis and I moved around the crater area and the land surrounding it, finding nothing that would help us. There weren't even any people around there anymore, which almost surprised me when I thought about it as I figured the scientists would want to check it out or something. Finally, I sighed, "There goes nothing." "We tried," Praxis told me, sounding more disappointed than irritated, though there was definitely some of that in there as well. With that, I took back to the air, quickly deciding that since we didn't have any particular destination in mind other than that apartment, I might as well take my time and see what I could do. I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck in Praxis' body, but I at least wanted to know what it was capable of while I was. First, I flew as fast as I could, amazing myself with my speed, then as I got more confident, I started getting a bit more daring. I flew in a loop, while Praxis screamed at me to stop. "What?" I asked her, barely paying attention as I dove straight at the ground. And just as I was about to hit it, I swooped back up into the air, impressing myself. Praxis half yelled at me, "Stop that..." I did a double loop in the air before I finally asked, "What's wrong?" I'd gotten a bit carried away and was feeling a bit embarrassed with myself. "So I'm not particularly fond of flying," Praxis spat out, her voice filled with embarrassment, though in a more controlled voice she added, "At least not when I'm not in control." All I could think to say was, "Oh." Her admission was something of a surprise considering that she was a super hero and I'd seen her fly. I guessed doing it yourself and doing it as a passenger were two different things. Then she added in a more annoyed voice, "I do NOT like roller coasters." That nearly made me burst out laughing, though I managed to keep from doing so. The rest of the flight back was a bit more subdued, and since I had already satisfied my curiosity, I didn't mind taking it easy again. A short while later, I arrived back at the city where we'd left from several hours earlier, though I knew that I'd need Praxis' help to find her apartment again since I wasn't too familiar with the area. However, I wasn't in too much of a hurry to get back to the apartment and landed on top of one particularly tall building. For several minutes, I just stood there, looking at the scenery. It was definitely an interesting perk of being able to fly. After I'd been there for several minutes, I suddenly noticed some movement from the corner of my eye. I quickly turned for a better look and was startled to see that I was no longer alone on the building. Or at least not quite on the building as there was man... floating several feet above the roof just a short distance away. He was tall, about the same height as Praxis... as me, and very athletic looking. Very... confident looking. He had blonde hair and rugged good looks, but what really drew my attention was his costume. It was blue and white spandex, with chromed metal shoulder pads and wristbands, as well as with a long white cape that hung behind him. Though I knew that I'd seen pictures of this man before, I couldn't remember where from. At least not until Praxis exclaimed, "Force!" I blinked in surprise, now recognizing him as the famous hero Force. I'd seen him on TV and on posters, though I'd never imagined that I'd be seeing him in person. "Hello Praxis," Force greeted as he settled the rest of the way onto the roof, staring at me intently. My fists clenched almost instinctively, though I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't sure whether to be impressed by meeting such a famous person, or afraid that he might know that I was a fake. That he might blame ME for what had happened to Praxis and myself. "Force," I responded, giving him a slight nod of the head but not taking my eyes off of him. Then I hesitantly asked, "Is this Protectorate business?" With a slight frown, Force responded, "No. The Protectorate and I have... gone our separate ways." Then he gave me a thoughtful look, "And in a way, that is why I'm here. I blinked, responding with an, "Oh..." not sure exactly where this was going. "I could have told you that he wasn't with the Protectorate anymore," Praxis commented in my head, sounding a little annoyed. "Then why didn't you?" I responded, making no outward sound. Force gave me an intense look, then said, "I am forming a new group of my own. A cadre if you will, which will be composed of the elite. Of heroes who are both willing and capable of stopping developed threats." He then paused for a moment before finishing, "And I want you on my team." I was startled by his statement, as well as felt a bit honored, even as I knew it was ridiculous to feel so. After all, it was meant for Praxis... the real Praxis. Not for me who just happened to be stuck in her body. "I can't join anything like this," Praxis growled inside my head. "I know," I responded to her silently. Then Praxis went on, "You can't let him know..." "I'm sorry," I told Force, trying to tune out Praxis and think about how to phrase this. "But certain... personal problems and prior commitments prevent me from accepting." "I see," Force responded, sounding slightly disappointed. "Are you sure?" With a faint nod, I told him, "Yes... I am. At least for now." There was a moment of silence before Force frowned and responded, "I see." He didn't look too happy and even started to float off of the roof a few inches. "Thanks for your time," he told me, a hint of irritation in his voice. And with that, he suddenly flew off, leaving me and Praxis alone on the roof again. "That was... interesting," I commented, not sure whether I was talking more to myself or her. "But bad timing," Praxis sighed. Then she added, "I am kind of impressed at how nicely you turned him down." She sounded impressed as well. I blushed faintly, telling her, "I once worked in public relations." Praxis didn't say anything to that and we remained on the rooftop for a few more minutes before deciding to go the rest of the way to her place. I still wasn't in any hurry about it so took my time heading in that direction. I was just several blocks away from the roof when I suddenly heard a bunch of noise coming from below me. Yells, screams and gunshots. More curious than afraid, I changed position and moved in for a better look, gasping in surprise once I had. "Oh shit," I gasped. My eyes were immediately drawn to the nearly half dozen men with ski masks and guns who were gathered in front of the bank. From the bags that they were holding, it was obvious that they were on their way out. There were a number of other people as well, frightened from the robbers shooting wildly. "I have to stop them!" Praxis screamed in my head. Then she corrected herself, "YOU have to stop them!" "What?" I gasped in surprise, "But I'm no hero..." However even as I stared down at the gunmen and the hostages, my stomach churned as my conscience kicked me. I sure as hell wasn't any kind of hero, as my time behind the dumpster had proven. But at the moment, I had the power to do something about that, and as much as I disliked it, I didn't think that my conscience would let me just walk away when I could do something. Then before Praxis could even say, "You have to..." I was already on my way down. Several seconds later, I landed right on top of one of the gunmen, just as he was aiming his machine gun at some woman. With a growl, I grabbed the gun out of his hand and threw it to the side, then threw him in the other direction with an ease that completely surprised me. It wasn't until that moment that I suddenly realized how much stronger I was than normal. I didn't have time to think about it though as Praxis yelled, "Watch your back!" Snapping around, I saw two of the gunmen off to the side pointing their guns to me. I couldn't resist grinning faintly as I suddenly remembered the sight of Praxis in action against the Sisterhood. And with how easily I threw that guy... as if he weighed absolutely nothing, there was little doubt that I now had the power to take these guys out. As I stared at the armed men, my instincts screamed for me to get the hell out of the way. But at the same time, I knew that I now possessed an incredible amount of power and suddenly grew surer that they could not touch me in Praxis' powerful body. And with that, I stood there in confident defiance as the robbers opened fire with their Uzis. Suddenly Praxis yelled, "Turn intan..." But before Praxis could finish what she had started to say, the gunfire hit me and I staggered backwards... my whole front and right side bursting with pain. I let out a howl and dropped to one knee, not sure whether to be more shocked by the fact that the bullets hadn't just bounced off, or that I wasn't dead. "You IDIOT!" Praxis screamed inside my head, "That HURTS!" "No shit," I grimaced in near agony. Then I suddenly remembered the gunmen, just in time for Praxis to growl, "Get up..." I was already on my feet though, and more than a little pissed off. It helped dull the pain enough to glance down at myself, revealing that there was no blood, and only a few holes in the uniform. Then I immediately looked ahead, staring at the surprise in the gunmen's eyes. Though whether from the fact that they'd hurt me or that they hadn't killed me, I didn't know. Deciding not to give those bastards another chance, I charged forward, grabbing both of the shooters at once while they were struggling to reload. And without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tossed them to the side, watching as their guns were dropped before they hit. "We've got them," a voice called out, just as a security guard from the bank came forward with a gun. Just as I was beginning to feel a little pleased with myself, in spite of how sore I was, Praxis reminded me, "Don't forget the other two!" I turned to see the final two gunmen tearing away in their getaway car, the passenger hanging half out of the window with a machine gun in his hand. A bigger and nastier looking one than the Uzis I'd already been hit with. "Damn," I growled as I shot to the air, wondering how the hell I'd gotten myself in that situation. "We're strong enough to stop the car," Praxis told me fiercely. That was enough for me and I dropped down in front of the car, grimacing as I reached out for the front and lifted. To my surprise, the car actually flipped over, then went sliding down the road with a trail of sparks until it was stopped by a parked car. For a moment, I just stood there and stared at the upside down car, hardly able to believe that I'd done that with very little effort. Then I shook myself out of it and rushed to the car, tearing off the door with incredible ease and pulled dazed but apparently not too injured driver out, though a single glance revealed that the passenger wasn't quite as lucky. "No seat belt," Praxis commented, sounding almost casual. Just then, the passenger moved, revealing that he was still alive. For how long though, I had no idea. But with the sound of the cop cars and ambulances coming close, I knew that they would be a lot better suited to handle whatever else was going on. All of the gunmen had been taken care of. With that, I flew back into the air, grimacing slightly as I did so from the injuries that the gunmen had given me. This time, I didn't take my time getting back to the apartment, though I was still careful not to be seen. That ability to go through walls certainly came in handy for that. Almost the instant that I was safely inside, Praxis screamed, "What the hell kind of idiot are you?" Then before I could decide whether to be insulted or not, she added, "I'm not invulnerable!" "Now you tell me," I growled back. We were both silent for a moment before said, "It might be a good idea if you told me exactly what all of your powers are then." "You're right," Praxis admitted thoughtfully. "As you know, I'm extremely strong. I'm very tough... but NOT invulnerable." I snorted, "Found that out the hard way." I rubbed at my side, wondering how bad it was, though it didn't hurt as much as it did at first. "I'm tough enough that small guns can just leave bruises," she told me, "but if what they used on us was any bigger or much closer, it would have done some serious damage." Her voice was serious. "Fortunately, I also heal extremely fast. The bruises should be completely gone within an hour at most." "Sounds useful," I commented calmly, thinking that I certainly could have used something like that in the past. "Does it help get over hangovers?" "I don't get hangovers," she almost chuckled. "Then again, this body can't really get drunk either. Part of the healing thing is that it keeps me in excellent condition, no matter what. I don't even have to eat or... relieve myself as often as most people." I nodded my head at that, wishing at the same time that I could see her while talking. It was kind of spooky talking to a disembodied voice, or at least one in my head. However, I was beginning to get used to it. Praxis continued, "Of course, you know about the flying and intangibility. I can only ghost for a few seconds, but it's enough to go through walls... as well as protect me from people shooting at me." There was a bit of an edge to that last. "Pretty impressive," I admitted. "Anything more?" "Actually," Praxis responded slowly, almost as if she was trying to decide how much to tell me. "I can also generate blasts of energy, though it drains me a bit." That really caught my interest and I muttered, "Wow," eager to try that out for myself. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. After this, I went over to sit down, grimacing slightly from all the bruises on my front and side. Somehow, I didn't think that I'd ever make that kind of mistake again. I just hoped that she was right about healing fast. "You know," Praxis said, "There is a small ritual that I have to help me relax whenever I return home from something like that." "Oh," I encouraged. I could almost feel a mental shrug as Praxis stated, "I just smoke a cigarette." "Oh," I started in slight surprise, "I wouldn't have taken you for a smoker." She just laughed slightly at that, "I'm not a regular smoker and couldn't get hooked on them if I tried. My physiology prevents that, as well as any harmful effects from smoking. But it is something I occasionally do to relax when I'm alone. And I would like to have one now." "Sorry," I told her with a grin, "but I don't smoke." There was a moment of silence, then in a harder voice, she said, "I want a cigarette." With a scowl, I muttered, "You already said that. And I said that I don't smoke." "You can for me," she told me, though I again refused, beginning to get annoyed. Then we argued back and forth for a minute, each of us getting more and more stubborn. Finally, she said, "I can make you." "I'd like to see that," I snorted. She'd already told me that she couldn't move anything, and if she hadn't done so in the day since our incident, I didn't see any reason why she'd be able to now. At this point, I already knew that this wasn't really about the cigarette. She didn't want it that bad. No, this was just a way for her to prove to me... and probably herself, that she still had some control. Just then, Praxis started to sing, "A million bottles of beer on the wall..." I had no idea how long she continued to sing, though I tried ignoring her at first, confident in the knowledge that she couldn't make me do anything. After the first two dozen bottles, I was snapping at her to stop the annoying singing that I couldn't even block out by covering my ears. Not when it was inside my very head. And by the time she'd gone through several hundred bottles, I was ready to do almost anything to get her to stop. Even do what she wanted. "They're in my purse," Praxis told me a big smugly. I blinked at that, not having seen a purse. "My belt buckle," she added, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "It's the access to a pocket of folded space that I use to store things in, like spare clothes, medical supplies and food. Hence, I call it my purse." That still hadn't explained everything, but after I touched the belt buckle and followed her directions, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter appeared in my hand where I'd been touching it. I frowned and pulled out a cigarette, deciding to just get this over with so I wouldn't have to listen to her singing again. "And I thought you were supposed to be a role model," I told her as I lit the cigarette and took a puff. Praxis just laughed, "I never claimed to be one." While I smoked the cigarette, Praxis seemed to be in a better mood. However, I knew that it wasn't from the cigarette but from the fact that she'd gotten what she wanted. That she still had some influence, even when she couldn't move even so much as a finger. And once I was finished, I slowly stripped off my clothes, wincing slightly as I did so. Praxis had been right and I was covered with bruises where the bullets had hit me, which was still a complete miracle considering that I'd been shot with machine guns. Fortunately though, they already seemed to be half healed. I just shook my head in disbelief, then closed my eyes and leaned back into Praxis' chair, wondering just what the hell I had gotten myself into. And if I would ever get out. *** It was about dinner time, and fortunately, all of the bruises had already healed. There wasn't even a sign that they had ever been there, much to my intense relief. That ability to heal was something that I was sure that I'd sorely miss once I got back to normal. It sure would have been useful when I was growing up. "Is there anything to eat around here?" I asked Praxis, realizing that not only was it dinner time, but that I hadn't eaten a thing since I'd ended up in her body. Oddly enough, I didn't really feel all that hungry. Certainly not like I would have expected after not eating anything all day. Then I remembered her comments about not needing to eat quite as often as a normal person. "Check the kitchen," Praxis told me, "There are leftovers in the fridge if you want." With a shrug, I went and took a look, finding that the leftovers she'd mentioned were pizza, Chinese food and what looked like Hamburger Helper...as well as a few unidentifiables. It was obvious that she wasn't real big on cooking. Within a few minutes though, I found some ingredients in the fridge and various cupboards then went to work. After a few minutes, Praxis hesitantly asked, "What are you making?" "Wait and see," I told her as I continued cooking my own dinner, noticing for the first time that her voice sounded a little different than it had at first. For one, it sounded softer, almost like someone else entirely. When I was finally finished, I smiled at the appealing smell and took my first bite. "Not too shabby," I told myself. "That's good," Praxis announced, almost sounding surprised. And after I'd eaten most of it, she said, "This is really good. Where did you learn to cook like this?" I smiled, then gave a shrug. "Just something I picked up. It was either learn to cook or eat at Burger King every day." Once I was finished eating, I took all of the dishes to the sink for cleaning, but quickly discovered a problem. Water sprayed out from the base of the faucet, getting me a little wet before I got it shut back off. I could hear Praxis actually laughing a little inside of my head. "I should have warned you about that," she said. "It's needed to be fixed for about a week now." Then almost as an afterthought, she added, "I'll have to call the plumber when we get this fixed..." For a moment, I just looked at the faucet, absently wiping the water from my face. Then I asked, "Do you have any tools around here?" After a few seconds, she responded, "There's a box in the cupboard." She told me which one and a minute later I had it sitting in open in front of me on the counter. "I'm afraid that I don't have very many."" "Should be what I need," I told her as I went to work on the sink. Then I grinned as I pulled out the duct tape, "This will fix anything..." It didn't take me very long to fix the problem, and when I was finished, Praxis seemed quite impressed. I guessed that between dinner and the sink, I was making a much better impression than I had before. I was just thankful that I was able to do something I knew how to again, even if I did have to be careful of my new strength. It felt comforting. "I used to be the handyman for an apartment complex," I told her with a smile. For the rest of the night, we were on slightly more friendly terms, though neither of us said much. We just watched TV and argued over the shows, then I went to bed, yet again reminded of the fact that I didn't have the slightest privacy. And though I was turned on by the sight of my changed body, even beginning to feel a little wet down below, I couldn't explore that. Not with her right there, watching and feeling everything. It was a relief when sleep finally came. *** There was a thrill of excitement as I flew through the air, still having a hard time believing that I was able to do so. Then again, that was nothing compared to what else had happened to me, to being in a woman's body and having those other super powers as well. Hell, I could bench press a tank now so flying shouldn't really seem that strange. Still, it was exciting as hell, giving me a strange sense of freedom from the laws of gravity. For the first part, my morning had been about the same as the one before it, though it was still extremely strange for me. Waking up in a woman's body for a second time hadn't been nearly as much of a shock, though I didn't think I'd ever get used to it, and hoped that I'd never have to. At the moment though, I was flying back towards the apartment, having spent the rest of the morning busy playing 'hero' on Praxis' insistence. Well, to be honest, when I saw some lady being mugged, I couldn't help but save her. My conscience wouldn't let me do anything else, even if I wasn't the hero I appeared. After that had come a store burglary and then some crazy drunk who was trying to run people over. It seemed that there was one thing after another for me to do, though fortunately they went a lot better than the bank robbery the day before. And when I'd been shot at, I even remembered to turn intangible. "Not bad," Praxis told me almost reluctantly when her apartment was in sight, though she added, "For a beginner." "Well I don't plan on making a career of it," I responded sharply, wishing that we'd made more progress... or even any progress on getting back to normal. However, she had been extremely insistent that we couldn't go to some scientists for help. Not that I knew of any personally whom I thought might be able to get us back to normal. A minute later, we were back inside her apartment and I let out a sigh of relief. It was a little embarrassing to be seen out in public looking like a hot chick. The way the men looked at me... It was definitely going to take some getting used to, but then again, I had absolutely no intention of doing so. "Have you thought of anything?" I asked Praxis, hoping that the fresh air had helped her think like she'd suggested it might when we originally went out. There was a sigh inside my head, then an, "I'm afraid not." However, I had a hunch that there was something she wasn't saying. "Are you sure?" I encouraged, though she quickly repeated that she was. "All right," I sighed, sitting down and wondering what I'd ever done to deserve something like my current condition. Just then, Praxis went, "Ahem, aren't you forgetting something?" With a sigh, I responded, "Like what?" "A hundred bottles of beer on the wall," she started singing, sounding more amused than anything else. I groaned at that and pulled the cigarettes out of her purse, not wanting to go through that whole thing again. I'd had more than my share of that song the night before. A moment later, I'd lit the cigarette and taken a drag, blowing the smoke out with a "Satisfied?" There were a few seconds of silence before Praxis responded, "I'm sorry." She sounded sincere, as well as a little embarrassed. "You don't have to. That's just my routine, and just because I like having an occasional cigarette doesn't mean I'm going to make you." I was a little startled by her comments, pausing for a moment before asking, "Then what about yesterday?" "That was yesterday," she told me, sounding just a little embarrassed but also a bit defiant. Deciding to drop that line of conversation, I took another drag from the cigarette, just to please her, then snubbed the whole thing out. At least I knew that I didn't have to worry about getting cancer from the damn things while in her body. With that, I got up and looked down at myself, shaking my head slightly at the alien sight as well as the odd balance of my new body. I couldn't believe that I'd actually had that body, with the vagina and tits for two days already. At least there was a good set of muscles that came with them. I silently cursed to myself, being careful not to 'send' those thoughts to Praxis. Fortunately, it seemed that I had to actually say something aloud or think it specifically towards her for her to hear it. Or at least that's the way it seemed since she didn't respond to some of my more personal thoughts when I was sure she would have if she'd heard them. As I stared at my... or was that her tits, I had to force my eyes away. They looked so amazing that I wanted to tear off my clothes and stare at them, to feel them up a bit. I was extremely curious about how they felt, as well as my changed crotch. However, I couldn't satisfy my curiosity or examine my changed body much at all with Praxis right there the whole time. It was frustrating as hell knowing that I didn't have any privacy. None in the least. Since I didn't have anything else to do at the moment, and I sure as hell couldn't just go to the movie looking like I did, I started to wander around Praxis' apartment. It seemed so ordinary and plain for someone like her. There were even several pictures hanging on the wall, as well as sitting on one of the counters. I picked up one picture of a cute young woman with nearly shoulder length black hair, then asked Praxis, "Is this your sister?" "No," Praxis responded slowly. There was a few seconds pause before she quietly added, "That's me." "You?" I gasped in surprise, taking a closer look at the woman in the picture. Other than the hair color, she didn't look anything like Praxis. She not only looked a lot shorter, but a whole lot less developed, both in curves and muscles. "But you don't look anything like that." "Not now," she half snapped, sounding more embarrassed than anything. "I'm a skitzomorph. My powers let me change back and forth between my normal self and my Praxis self." All I was able to say was, "Oh." My mind was swirling though as it suddenly dawned on me for the first time that Praxis wasn't just a costumed hero... she was a real person. She had a real life and everything, which I knew nothing about but was stuck in the middle of. I suddenly felt guilty at that. For not even thinking of her as a real person. Then I gently set her picture back where I'd found it and took another look at my transformed body, frowning as another realization came. One which filled me with embarrassment and guilt. I wasn't the only one who'd lost their privacy. So had she, and I hadn't even stopped to consider that until just then. But there I was, in the middle of her house and looking through her private things, and then some. That was nothing though, and I knew it. The truth was, I was also in her body... in her most intimate of places without her having any say so. I couldn't help but feeling a little dirty at that. I sighed and looked down at myself with those thoughts, staring at my awesome rack and blush