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MAU: The Adventures of Supergirl and Dawnstrike By Civilmage Everything in here is fictitious and bears no resemblance to anything living or dead. The MAU universe belongs to Elrod W. Superman, Supergirl and Dawnstar belong to DC comics. Wolverine and Deathstrike belong to Marvel. The story is mine and may only be posted to free websites. Elrod W asked me to include a note about the characters and here?s what he said: I would strongly recommend you get this story out to the community quickly - they'll love it.? Please, however, add a note that your use of Fwirthians and Agents C and D are not completely canon, but that I enjoyed your use of them nonetheless. This story depicts transgender changes, violence, BDSM and strong language as well as young adult sexual encounters. It is very comic book like. If you are below eighteen, leave. If you are below eighteen and continue, you should be grounded from your computer for a week. Why? You need time to figure out who and what you want to be before questionable habits can control your life. In fact 25 is a good age to come back to this stuff. Questionable habits? This is not what a preacher in the Midwest or the mayor would consider suitable reading material. Your parents, teachers and coaches would have questions if they knew also. On the other hand I hope anyone who reads enjoys. Comments are desired. You may send them to [email protected] or post at fictionmania.tv This intro is too long, so on with the show. PROLOG Agent C tossed an eight by ten glossy photo on the desk in front of Agent D. D turned from his keyboard and monitor to look at the picture. The photo showed the startled face and shoulders of a young woman of Latin or Native American ethnicity. Just barely visible to one side over her shoulder was what appeared to be a feathered wing. Nothing else was visible or remarkable unless you knew the photo had been taken at an extremely close range of less than fifty miles by a satellite in space. "What's this?" D asked. "Remember her?" Agent C asked. "Yeah, she almost hit one of our satellites about six weeks ago. Thankfully it was one of ours and not Russian or Chinese," Agent D said. "We got a fix on her," C replied. "Where at?" D asked. "Southern Illinois" C replied. "Oh," D said and turned back to his computer. "So it's our baby. Shake a leg. Lets go!" C urged enthusiastically. "Why's it our case?" D asked, "There's agents there that can handle it." "Not right now there isn't. They've had to pull resources out west for a vampire and demon thing as well as the Trekkers. So the Big D dumped it on us," Agent C said. "With your urging I'm sure?" D said irked at the idea of a trip to the Midwest this time of year. "Hey who wants to chill here when they can go enjoy Oktoberfest in the Heartland," C replied. "Yeah right!" D said. "So come on the plane's warming up on the tarmac right now," C urged again. "Plane? Can't we just take a nice long drive?" D asked. "Nope, the flyboys are having cardiacs over unexplained supersonic radar blips. NORAD's gone DEFCON five, three times this week," C said. D groaned, "I hate it when you fly." "Hey I've got to keep my skills up you know, Agency policy." C said. "Do we even have an idea where we're going?" D asked. "Yep," C said. "Well care to tell?" D asked. "We were getting reports of sonic booms all of a sudden all over the place. But then Analysis discovered that they were always getting one twice a day about the same time for almost two weeks. Even if there was no other report this pair came through. They got one at 12:30 am EST and another at 3:00 am. About a week ago they set up a set of mikes along the path of that boom. They were able to track it precisely. Yesterday they got this photo," C dropped another eight by ten glossy photo on the desk in front of D. The photo was very grainy and fuzzy but it clearly showed a winged humanoid flying towards a barn. "Do we know who this might be?" D asked. "A high school senior named Jimmy Williams. He and his best friend Larry Taylor along with two other kids disappeared at the end of August. After missing for five days the two boys returned home claiming they'd been hiking and fishing. They said Jimmy got sick and that's what kept them from getting back on time. Larry has been back in school but Jimmy started doing home school. No one has seen him since then. Get this though; Larry has been diagnosed with ADD and Dyslexia. His grades have been mediocre at best. He now has the best grades in the class. Jimmy was always good but his grades are even better. He took the SAT and was applying for colleges last spring. He has not applied for any schools or taken any entrance exams this fall even though he is being home schooled. Analysis believes he's capable of completing the High School exit exams." C seemed to be reveling in the dissertation he delivered. D groaned once again, "I'll get my patch." CHAPTER 1 I don't know that adventure is all it's cracked up to be. I guess everyone deserves at least one foolish adventure in his or her life. It's just you need to pick which adventure you choose. Being young that's when you're supposed to make all of the foolish mistakes. My adventure started one day when I went to visit my best friend Larry... I opened the door into his room. I shoved the pile of junk out of the way as I opened the door. "Hey man, don't you ever clean your room!" I complained as I tried to clear a space to stand inside the door. "Only when I want to lose something or my mom makes me," Larry replied. "Hand me that quarter inch wrench over there, would you?" I surveyed the mess. I spied various pieces of clothing, a camo jacket, an old cowboy boot, some tools, a knife, pieces of a gun cleaning kit, the stock of his .22 rifle, various pieces of Legos, and various computer, appliance, and electronic parts. "Uh, sorry no wrench," I said. "It's over there, underneath the blue striped towel next to the moccasin," he \said, like it was obvious to anyone with two eyes or X-ray vision. I carefully moved over to the spot he said. Sure enough the wrench he wanted was right there. "Found it!" I said as if I was looking for a secret door or a hidden gem. Larry just grunted as if any moron could've done the same. Larry and I had been friends since my folks had dragged my sister and I out to the country. I was into sci-fi, comics, video games, computers, motorcycles and jet skis. Larry was into..., well everything. It was like he couldn't concentrate on anything for long. But he was pretty sharp and was able to keep his grades up. He liked sci-fi too and had grownup in the country. He also was pretty good at building things with his hands. Even better he had the hottest looking sister only a year older than us. But most importantly he was the closest kid my age for two miles. We hung around each other 'cause there was no one else to do things with. On the other hand we helped each other. He showed me what was fun in the country. I showed him video games, computers, and kept him focused on the latest assignment or project. I surveyed the floor between myself and Larry's desk against the far wall by the window. I started picking a path through the minefield of the floor. I felt like I was planning a path for Lara Croft in some ruin. Once I knew where I was going to step I started to move. I stepped once, twice. The next step something caught on my foot and I went flying. The wrench went flying out of my hand and I tried to curl into a ball as I landed hard on the floor. "Dude can't you watch where your going?" Larry said as he turned to see me pick myself up off the floor. "Dude, can't you pick up your floor so someone can watch and not feel like they're stepping through a minefield," I said as I sat up cross-legged and rubbed my side where something hard had jabbed me. "Just be more careful," he said, "Where's the wrench?" "Over there by you," I waved in Larry's direction. I looked over the pile trying to determine what attacked me. In the middle with one edge upturned was a dull metal object about the size of a metal laptop case. "What's this?" I asked wrenching the offending object from the pile. I had never seen it before. It was pretty safe to say we knew everything the other had. I knew about the stack of Penthouse and Hustler magazines he had. I also knew about the camera that he used to spy on his sister. But this was something new. "I don't know," Larry said, glancing over and returning back to the project on his desk. "I found it in the field, when I was fixing the fence over at the Jackson's." The metal case looked about twice as thick as two laptops stacked on top of each other. It was a little larger than one with a fifteen-inch screen. The box was really light - maybe no more than two pounds. It was like it was cardboard. There was no seam anywhere on any of the visible sides and I turned it around to view the other narrow sides. Not finding anything different there, just the same featureless dull aluminum color surface, I flipped it over. This side had a whole series of marks. Somehow they looked like writing to me. But I've seen Hebrew at the city Jewish Deli, Arabic at another city restaurant, and Egyptian hieroglyphs, Chinese, Japanese and Korean characters in school. This didn't look like any of these. "Did you see these?" I asked, pointing to the marking's on top. "Yeah," he said, turning back to the appliance guts spread on his desk. "At first I thought they might mean something. I couldn't match them to any known language or any fictitious language like Klingonese or Tolkien Elvish." "How did you try to match them?" I asked, curious at how to search for these kinds of graphics. I supposed he could've scanned them and then tried to match them. "I used Ask Jeeves for foreign, alien, and ancient cultures with written languages," he said. "I was given a list and looked at each. There weren't that many and ignored anything Arabic since those are our language characters." "Oh," I said, not knowing anything any better to try. "They look too intentional to be accidental or random. And why just one side?" As I spoke I traced the markings with my index finger. Suddenly the letters started to glow and the thing started humming and then growing, right there in my lap. "Yiie!" I shouted as I shoved the thing off my lap. I scrambled backwards to the closet doors behind me. I actually inched up the wall unconsciously feeling for the door seam. Larry scrambled out of his chair knocking it over and turned to see the strange thing grow. I saw he was just as shocked as I was. The thing seemed to reach about the size of a CRT TV box and then it flipped itself over. I know my eyes were playing tricks on me but I'd swear that the thing seemed to shove some of the mess out of the way too. Once it had a firm footing it just shot right up to the ceiling in Larry's room. "Wh-wh-what did you do?" Larry stammered looking at me and eyeing the box at the same time. "N-n-n-nothing," I stammered back, looking at him and the box too. If my face was as white as his I'll bet we both looked like ghosts from Harry Potter. "I was just tracing the markings with my finger and holding the box when it started growing." "Well that settles that," he said still eyeing the box carefully. "Settles what?" I asked, my legs were starting to feel the strain and I straightened up still standing flat against the bifold closet doors. Besides I figured if I had to run I could make a break for it better standing up rather than half crouching and resting against the doors. "It's not from an ancient culture on earth. Not unless you think Atlantis had something like this. I'd say it's from space," he replied. Larry was looking more casual as the thing did nothing but stand there. Abruptly he asked, "What do you see on your side?" "Same gray metal as this side," I said gesturing towards the side facing the window that we both could see. "What about you?" I asked. "Yeah, the same," he said. "Do you think it's safe to move now?" "How should I know?" I replied, "Should we call someone?" "Who you gonna call? MIB? Their phone number is listed under Top Secret Government Agencies, right?" Larry said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Or better yet , Hello Sheriff! A box just grew right in my bedroom. Come quickly. No my parents aren't home. No I haven't been drinking my daddy's moonshine." "What do you think it is?" I asked. I began to inch slowly towards the door of Larry's bedroom. "How should I know?" he shot back. "What are you doing?" "I want to see what's on this side," I said. I didn't tell him that if I had to, I could escape better closer to the door. Just as I got even with the front edge I stopped. "What, What is it?" Larry asked. "I'm not sure," I said, "This side's different." "I'm coming over to your side," Larry said as he began to sidle across the window. "Yeah, well just be careful," I replied, "If this thing even twitches, I'm out of here." I just barely heard Larry mumble "After me." Apparently he thought the same as me that the bear-hunters' principle applied equally to this situation. The theory being that you did not have to run faster than a bear chasing you, just faster than the person with you. Don't get me wrong, neither one of us would ever abandon the other. We were always pulling each other out of some muck or other- sometimes literally. But it was always better to be the rescuer rather than the rescued. I decided that being closer to the door would make rescues that much easier. I moved all the way to the front of the room and could see the front panel of the box quite clearly. It was intriguing. On the right hand side was a black surface that resembled a blank LCD screen about mid point of the height. Just below that was an upraised three fingered like handprint. At first I thought it was just a red plastic crystal surface. Later on I decided it was more like a ruby crystal. If it were real that much ruby crystal would be worth millions I thought. Even with the ruby crystal and just to the left was a purple crystal button about as big as a person's palm. It also stood out from the metal surface. I decided it looked like an amethyst - my little sister's birthstone. Everything else was the same dull aluminum seamless surface that I'd seen on the other sides. Larry bumped me with his elbow, "What do you think?" he whispered. "What do you think?" I whispered back. Somehow we must have decided that now the thing was awake if we were quiet it wouldn't notice us. Fat chance that, as we'd been the idiots that wakened the thing. "Maybe it's a teleporter," he whispered. "Huh!?" "You know the aliens drop hundreds of these things on an unsuspecting planet and then when they're all set up the aliens come pouring out like ants out of an ant hole to conquer and takeover," he said. I thought for a moment that it made a weird kind of sense. But if each one was dependent on someone else to activate it, the whole invasion could get held up by one box dropping into the ocean or a volcano where no idiot was stupid enough to mess with it and thus start the invasion. When I said as much to Larry he asked, "Well what do you think it is?" "Maybe its a sample collector," I said. "Same idea as your teleporter, only its a one- way trip to the intergalactic zoo. Whoever activates it gets trapped." "That's the stupidest idea I ever heard. No one would ever fall for that," Larry shot back. I just looked at him and looked at the box. After a moment Larry said, "Uh, yeah, well maybe its an intergalactic phone booth. You know, ET phone home. Never leave home without one in case you get left behind." "That's worse than your previous idea," I said. "Oh yeah," he replied belligerently. I noticed that in our agitation our volume had crept back up to normal in fact Larry was almost yelling. "Then you explain the two crystals and black panel!" I walked up to the box, trying to think what it would be used for and therefore so casually discarded. And of course who would use it. I said, "It's a virtual reality booth of course. You touch the hand crystal to activate it." So saying that's what I did, looking back at Larry. "You let it display its menu of choices. Then you select from the menu your choice. You confirm by pressing the plate again. These controls were configured for a saurian race. Something like a lizardman or modern velociraptor I imagine. Note that the controls are not voice activated. Therefore growls and grunts may be the limit of communication. Also something large would appreciate the tactile response of a button. Its like a keyboard, you want to feel the key click. You know a purple dinosaur would match the plate." As I gave my impromptu lecture I had turned to face Larry. His mouth had dropped open while I was talking. I turned around and punched the purple button. "Once you're ready, push this button to begin your VR experience." I was totally amazed as a door appeared as if by magic. I had been speaking and rambling so much I had not paid attention to what was happening. Now, my mouth dropped open. "H-How did you know?" Larry asked. "I-I-I didn't. I just acted on impulse." I stammered totally flabbergasted that the nutty things I'd done worked. The thought fleetingly crossed my mind that I was lucky I wasn't in some other galaxy by now or a pile of ashes on the floor. "If you're not out in two minutes, I'll come after you," Larry said. He was now standing behind me at the doorway. His whole posture was one of 'I dare you to?' "N-N" I gulped. My mouth was so dry and my throat had constricted so much I couldn't talk. "Come on. You've been right so far. You aren't going to chicken out now," Larry teased me. "Alright," I said, "but if I'm not out in one minute, press the purple button to open the door." He nodded his agreement. "I'll be right here waiting," he said. I gulped once more and glanced at the doorway and the little display surface beside me. I thought it was interesting that it displayed a bipedal dinosaur that was slightly pot bellied, purple and looked a little like a velociraptor in the head. Resolutely I entered the box. A yellow crystal from the roof lit the box interior. Its soft yellow light was somehow reassuring. I looked around and noticed that the interior had the same featureless dull aluminum surface as the exterior. I realized I needed to touch the purple button inside to activate the VR selection. As soon as I touched the button, the door re-materialized trapping me within the box. The overhead crystal changed from yellow to red, bathing me in a blood red glare. Then a strange tingle seemed to overcome my whole body. I somehow felt myself expanding in all manner of directions. Then as quickly the light turned yellow and the door vanished. I stumbled outside into Larry's room. I looked down at myself totally unprepared for what I saw. My arms had changed into some scaly short- fingered claws with a purplish tint. I noticed that my waist had expanded so that I was now pot-bellied and stood on two stubby feet. Something behind me kept thunking into things. The machine hadn't been a VR booth at all! It had transformed me into some kind of monster! "You bastard! What did you do to Jimmy?" Larry shouted, "I'll kill you if you don't bring him back." I looked up to say I was right there when Larry swung a fist at me. It hit me in the nose but surprisingly didn't hurt that much. I yelled, "Stop! Its me Jimmy!" At least that's what I tried to yell. It came out more of a roar and I just shrugged and ended up sending Larry back across to his doorway. Well, I guess I had more strength than I thought. I looked down at myself and over at the display on the screen. Somehow the box had made me look like what was on the display. But where did the image come from? Was that something I'd thought of? If it was then maybe I could turn back? "Listen, you bastard! If you don't get Jimmy back right now, I'm going to fill you so full of holes you'll look like Swiss cheese." Larry shouted. I looked over at him. His mouth was bleeding and he had his gun pointed right at me. He jacked the bolt as if to reassure himself that there was a bullet in the chamber. I watched as a fully loaded cartridge was ejected from the chamber. "No, you idiot." I roared. I doubted that Larry understood my roar. I wouldn't have. I held up my arms crossed in front of my face as if warding off the shot to come. Larry hadn't shot yet. I glanced at him and turned back to the display hoping this would work. I touched the ruby crystal thinking about how I looked normally. I tried to remember all of the details down to freckles, glasses, geeky hair and toenails. In an instant there was a picture of me on the screen. I glanced fearfully back at Larry. He just gestured threateningly with the rifle at the box. I touched the purple crystal and jumped in as soon as the door appeared. Then I punched the interior button and the door re-materialized. Now that I knew the sequence it wasn't so frightening. When the doorway re-appeared I stumbled out. I checked myself out trying to see if anything was missing. Suddenly, I found myself engulfed in a great big bear hug and then abruptly released. "Are you okay? Oh God! I've never been so scared in my life. After you left this giant dinosaur thing came out. It attacked me. But, I scared it away with my gun. Are you okay? Where are your clothes anyway?" Larry babbled. Fortunately he was no longer holding the gun. "Larry, calm down," I said, "Would you please stop. Listen to me you idiot!" I shouted. He stopped talking and stared, shocked at me. "Back off. Everything's okay," I said. "We were wrong. It's not a VR booth or teleporter at all. It's a transformer. It'll change you to anything you can imagine." "What? What do you mean?" he started, "You didn't see big ol' mean and toothy that was here." "Yes, I did. That was me," I said. "The box turned me into that thing." "That was you?" he said. "Yes," I said emphatically. "How?" he said. "I don't know how," I said exasperated at his attitude. "You're sure that was you?" he asked. "Look, you hit me first in the nose. I was trying to figure out what was going on and couldn't have you punching me so I just shoved you off. Then you grabbed the gun and threatened to shoot me you idiot. You could've killed me," I said. Now I was starting to get worked up and was pacing back and forth mumbling deprecations about Larry and his parents' manner of procreation. I am sure I said something about chickens and pigs in there that just shouldn't be repeated. "What happened to your clothes?" Larry said calmly. He must have begun to accept that the monster really was me. "Look at the display. Do you see any clothes?" I pointed to it as I spoke. "With you pointing a gun at me I couldn't think to clearly and I was trying to remember what I looked like down to the last detail. I was afraid I'd forget something important like a foot or something. I wasn't thinking about clothes." "So how did you end up as the big purple thing? I mean you looked like somebody's nightmare of Barney or something," Larry said. "Or something is probably right," I replied. "When I was giving my cock and bull story about how this thing worked remember I said something about the people who use this thing being like dinosaurs or lizardmen? Well I was trying to think what the people who use this thing were like. Somehow the box read my mind. It thought that's what I wanted to be and changed me into that. I suppose you could be anything you could imagine that would fit within the box. Of course who knows maybe the box would stretch." "Well, maybe, but could you put some clothes on. Watching you bounce around is starting to get gross," he said. Upset that he was more worried about clothes than what we'd discovered. He didn't mind so much when we went skinny-dipping. I said, "Yeah, well maybe I know someone you wouldn't mind watching bounce around without any clothes." I thought it might be a way to convince Larry that I was telling the truth. I really don't know what made me do it. Larry had a crush on Kathy Brea since his sophomore year. She was the ultimate oxy-moron - cheerleader, head of the debate and science clubs and a black belt in Karate. When she rode a horse it was like she was part of it. She never missed with her rope or gun. She looked sexy in a black choir robe. She looked hot in a cropped tank top and cutoff shorts. Most every guy in school had fantasized about bedding her at least once? each night. She had curly long honey blonde almost brunette hair that came just past her shoulders. Her eyes were sparkling clear blue like topaz or sapphires. She had light clear skin and full wide lips. Her face was almost elfin shaped. She had very full breasts and a nice slim waist but her hips were slim almost spare. She stood only five foot six inches and was therefore a medium height but she always seemed taller. I touched the ruby crystal and there she was on the display. I blocked Larry's view so he couldn't see. When I was changing I had the most brilliant idea? As I stepped out, "Eeeek! What am I doing here? How did I get here? Where are my clothes? Help! Larry! Where did you come from?" I screamed. As I did this I tried to cover up the new anatomy that I now sported. I have to admit that as I squeezed or touched, new to me flesh, I got some intriguing sensations. Larry jumped up from the bed. His face turned from lust to horror. "I-I. Uh-Uh" he stammered. "If you don't get me back home right now, I'm going to call the police," I screamed some more in that ultra soprano that Kathy had. "I-I, Uh-Uh," Larry stammered some more. I couldn't hold it any more. I burst out laughing. You know that credit card commercial about prices? Ultimate practical joke on friend: Priceless. "What - What's going on?" Larry asked. "Larry- Ha, ha, you should've seen- ha, ha" I said. I had fallen onto the bed because I was laughing so hard. I was holding my ribs and curled up trying to catch my breath. Only when I got my breath back did I realize the effect the openly displayed pulchritudinous flesh was having on Larry. His jeans looked like a circus tent displayed sideways. "Jimmy?" he said. "In the flesh, er, well, something like that," I said. I suddenly felt somehow very self-conscious about being naked in front of Larry and grabbed the camo jacket off the floor and pulled it over my front. "You can't be," he said. "Look Larry. The machine works just like I said it does. In fact maybe you should try it out yourself. No better yet, I'll set it up for you," I shot back. I stood up and went to the display. I blocked Larry's view. Although looking at my backside probably gave him plenty to view. I decided I did not like being a girl in front of Larry unless he was one too. And so, I decided he would look just like the girl I had been hot after ever since I moved out here. I had seen Larry's sister, Nikki naked only once when we all went skinny dipping as kids but after six years the desire to see more had increased to fever pitch. The display showed her just as she looked two days ago when I'd seen her last. I wondered something. Could I make the image on the display feel an increased sexual desire and desire for women? Could I make the subject have more sensitivity in pussy and nipples? I concentrated on what I wanted the image to feel. When I thought it was done I turned to Larry. "Okay big boy, it's time to make a believer out of you," I said blocking his view of the display. "What are you going to do?" Larry asked. "Nothing major. Really. You'll be just fine." I said sweetly. "I don't know," he said. I let the camo jacket slip a little. How did I know to do that? I wondered. If you do, I'll let you look some more. I might even let you touch," I teased, "besides you're not going to chicken out now are you?" Larry gave me a scathing look but he stepped up to the panel and touched the purple button. The door vanished. I told him, "Just touch the purple button. The door will open automatically when it's done." "You turned me into a girl!" Larry said when he stepped out. He was holding both breasts with both hands. He was also, I could see, unconsciously rubbing the nipples. "Not just any girl. Take a look in the mirror," I said pointing to the mirror on the armoire. "My sister!" he shrieked in her voice. You turned me into my sister, "What kind of pervert do you think I am?" "None at all I replied. I did this for me. As far as it goes you'd just be her twin. Not her," I said. "How does it feel?" I said changing the subject. Larry was now really playing with his nipples and breasts while trying to turn and see the rest of himself. "Not bad. It feels? nice. You're a little off though," he said. "Huh?" I asked. "She shaves most of her pussy except for a little triangle. You only gave her a bikini trim," he said. "Well, excuse me! I had to guess. It's not like I can take a look anytime I want," I replied a little miffed. I guess I had to accept that this was only a fantasy and not the real thing after all. I realized though that I was starting to feel? different. I was very aware that my vagina was moist and my nipples were hard. I kept shifting from foot to foot and that was exciting me too. Larry said, "Well do I get to look or are you going to hold onto the coat all day?" "Oh" I let the coat drop. I realized I blushed and turned away a little. "How do you feel?" he asked. "It's weird. My nipples are hard and my vagina feels? empty, I guess," I replied. "Mine does too. Here feel," Larry said taking my hand and placing it on his breast. At the same time he touched mine and began to pinch and play with it. We moved closer together. At first it felt rough and I know I was the same way with him but in a few moments we were gently caressing each other. Shivers of pleasure were moving through my body. I knew women liked baths and having their hair brushed. They luxuriated in caresses. But as I stood in Larry's arms and he in mine I felt such simple pleasure from a caress it was like a whole new world of understanding opened up to me. Our lips came together at first tentative, then fierce with passion. Emotions were colliding within me as my mind tried to tell me the passionate woman in my arms was my best friend. My heart was telling me that I might not get over this experience ever again. And yet sensations of warmth and pleasure washed through me as Larry caressed my breasts, kneaded my buns, and crushed me against his breasts. And I returned the experience just as fiercely. I lowered my head and began to lave his nipples with my tongue. I heard him hiss through his teeth as I blew gently across the hardened tips. I wanted him to do the same to me. I felt lightening spread through every joint in my body when his finger brushed through the lips of my vagina and across my clit. I wanted to climb his hand to feel it stoke the fires burning with in this new body of mine. We fell back onto the bed. I stroked Larry's clit with soft gentle passes. I flicked the nub and pushed into the folds of his vagina. "More. Harder," he gasped. I slid down between Larry's thighs so I could concentrate on what I was doing to him. I stuck the tip of my tongue onto his clit and flicked it. Larry bucked. I continued doing this as I slid a finger into the warm moist folds of his vagina. "More. Harder," he gasped. I sucked on his clit and Larry started bucking and then he screamed, "EEEAAiiiee," it trailed off as his orgasm washed through him. I continued to play with his clit with my tongue. He trembled beneath me. "No. Stop. Too much," he gasped. I stopped tormenting him. "How was it?? I asked. His juices were spread all over my face and I loved it. "Come here," he begged. I slid up to him and he leaned over and kissed me fiercely. Suddenly he was lapping the juices off of my face. "I don't think I could take another one of those again," he said. "But I think turn about is fair play." Larry slipped down and sucked on my breasts. In an instant they were so hard it was almost painful. Then as he played with them he slipped down between my legs. His tongue flicked across my clit and I arched my back, "Nnngaa" I hissed. I had never felt such intense pleasure before. I felt his finger enter my vagina. I wondered briefly about my virginity but I had not included that in the image I had become. It felt like my pussy tried to suck Larry's hand inside. I gasped for breath as he stroked and pumped the fires within me. I felt a tension building, seeking release in some state of nirvana. Larry flicked his tongue and nibbled on my clit. I exploded locking my thighs around his head. I heard someone screaming "Yaaahh!" then I realized it was me. I locked my teeth closed as the orgasmic waves subsided and my pussy stopped spasming. I had pushed Larry's head away from my pussy. "How was it?" he asked. "Oh my god! I don't think I've ever?I never. Why aren't they??" I stammered and stopped. "If it's that good for them?" I asked, "How come there isn't a whore house on every street? Or how come they aren't asking us for the pleasure of doing them?" I let my legs relax down onto the bed as I looked between the two soft pillows on my chest at Larry's face. "Well remember it takes a while to get them started. We were already in the mood. Then there are a lot of other factors like society and consequences. Remember you weren't so hot to have me get near you before you changed me," Larry said. I blushed as I remembered how I acted. Although now I was definitely interested in feeling something more substantial inside, I didn't think I would want a typical male to go busting in there and banging away. Then Larry kissed me as he played with my breasts and I kissed him back. It was a long slow gentle ride up the mountain before it dropped out from under us again. I know I had no regrets. It was only after my third orgasm that I began to actually observe how the sensitivity in our breasts and pussy were different. Larry was able to peak quicker than I was. He also seemed to sustain a higher level of arousal between peaks. But, neither of us had the stamina to withstand more than the five orgasms we achieved then. I think I actually fell asleep for a few brief minutes. When I awoke the cool air from the air conditioning in the house chilled me. I felt sticky and sweaty at the same time. Hair spilled into my face. Yet a lassitude filled my being that I had never experienced before. I felt contentment. I wondered was there a way to stay like this? I shifted over on my side and looked towards the box and the window. The afternoon sun illuminated Larry's curvy body. I felt arousal simmering in my groin but I held it in check something about Larry's stance intrigued me. Softly I called, "Larry?" "Jimmy do you think this box can change us into anything we can imagine?" he asked. "Well, I think there might be some limits," I hedged, "But sure anything we can think of, it can do. Why?" I was feeling curious. This was a side of Larry I hadn't ever experienced. "Do you think it can cure me?" he asked. "Cure you?" I said, "What do you mean?" Larry wasn't sick was he? Now I was getting scared. "My Dyslexia and ADD. Can it get rid of those?" Larry asked. "I think so. I mean it might take us a bit to figure out how to do it but I think eventually we'd be able to do that," I said trying to sound soothing and comforting at the same time. "If you think you really need too." "You have no idea what it's like do you?" Larry said. "Why don't you tell me?" I said. I rolled over onto my stomach and propped my chin in my hands. I bent my knees touching my heels to my butt. "Some days you try and try to be calm. All you end up doing is fighting or arguing with everyone. Then when you try to read, the words come out wrong and everyone snickers. You try to hold the tears back. Or asking your best friend to tell you the story because it's too hard to read it or have him read it to you. Do you know how embarrassing that is? The only time things feel right is either drawing or working on something. But even that doesn't last, you get bored or frustrated and it's time to do something different." He turned to face me, his breasts bounced a little and I feasted on the sight before me. He reached up to brush a tear from his eye and crossed one arm under his breasts. The gestures seemed feminine and yet like Larry. "Do you know this is the first time I've ever felt just relaxed? Like I don't need to find something else to do." He stopped and looked down at the floor and then looked me in the eyes as he continued. "What you did to me. I should hate you for it. I think it's whacked being a girl but to enjoy this moment of peace almost makes it worth it." I tried to swallow?twice. There was a lump in my throat. What I'd done was supposed to be a joke, an adventure. Not a torture for my best friend. I should have learned my lesson then. "Larry, we can change you back to a guy right now," I said. "I'm fairly certain I can fix the Dyslexia and ADD also. But there's something we need to consider. We don't know anything about this box. As far as we know the changes are permanent. The way this thing changes you has to be down to the genetic if not atomic level. But we don't know. What if the change wears off? What then? And how many more changes can we make with the box before it stops? What's its power source? How do we recharge it? Before we go any further we need to answer these questions. Otherwise well, you said yourself you don't want to be a girl. Neither do I." It hit me then as I wondered if I was telling the truth to that last part. I wondered why I would even question that. I mean lesbian sex is not the defining moment of a woman's life. Indeed if it was, the human race would've died out long ago. Most women grow-up get married, get fucked, have children, and help with the grandchildren. Could I do that? "So how do you propose to find that stuff out? We don't have Seven of Nine or Data or even R2D2 to interface and upload all the data from this device. Do we?" Larry said. "No we don't. And I'd be afraid to try to transform into either one. Data is a machine and I don't know if this will create a machine. Seven of Nine has Borg implants and nanites and other technology that I don't know enough about to even begin to create the details for them, whether or not the machine can make them. I'm willing to bet it can do something that matches those characters by filling in the blanks kind of because you and I both have nail color on our fingernails. I don't remember including it but somehow the machine added that. I think it can do other things too." I had now sat up on the edge of the bed. Speaking earnestly to Larry. I was starting to get enthusiastic about this project. "So you've given several good reasons how you can't do what you want. Tell me how you're going to solve this problem." Larry said. He now looked his typical skeptical self but somehow it was an expression I'd seen on his sister too. This was getting freaky. "What if we went to the source?" I said. "Too the source? This thing comes from somewhere in outer space. Not even from this solar system. Who knows if it came from this galaxy? How are you going to find out where this thing came from? How are you even going into space to find out?" Larry asked. "Fly!" I said. "I thought you just said you didn't think this thing could make machines? How are you going to get a spaceship to fly into space?" he asked. "We won't need a space ship. We'll go as super heroes," I announced triumphantly. "What?" Larry shrieked, "No way! You don't know if it can do that. That's some imagining if you think it will work." "You're right I don't know if it will work. But we can try. If it doesn't then we'll try something else. If it does well, problem solved," I smugly replied. "Okay so you're going to turn into Superman or X-men or something and then fly into space, to find where this thing comes from. Do you know how long it'd take to search every star for this box?" he said. "Actually I think we can change into someone who can fly right to it. Well... maybe along the trail it followed getting here," I said. "Who? How?" Larry said defiantly. "My dad was showing me his old comics a few weeks ago. There was this one character from the Legion of Superheroes. They were a descendant of a genetically engineered winged race of Native Americans that could fly through space. They could live several days in the vacuum of space. This character was one of the fastest if not the fastest flyer in the LSH because they could cross the galaxy in a matter of days. I think Superman was the only one who could keep up with them. They also had the ability to track anything across interstellar distances. They were a bounty hunter, a quasi- clairvoyant Indian guide for tracking and hunting down criminals and super villains prior to joining the LSH." I said. "Sounds okay. What was his name?" Larry asked. "Her name was Dawnstar," I said grinning at the look of shock on Larry's face. "A girl!? You can turn into a girl if you want. But me, no way! I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with you dude," Larry said. "Look this is going to be hard enough as it is. I think I ought to start with something I know about and then work from there," I said stung by his comment. Maybe there was something wrong with me. "When do you plan to start?" he asked glancing at the late afternoon sun out the window. "Right now! We don't know how long it'll take us and we have to be back before your parents get back from taking your sister to school," I said. "We, what do you mean we? I have animals to take care of and chores to do. I can't go running off across the galaxy on some hare brained scheme," Larry said obstinately. "You know you're cute when you're angry," I said. Larry sputtered and gasped like a fish out of water. I interrupted him, "We're talking about space, the final frontier, new life, new civilizations. Not everything out there is going to be friendly. We still don't know how these things ended up here." I gestured at the box. "I am going to need someone to watch my six. Also in case you didn't catch it in my description. Dawnstar was not a heavy hitter. She was strictly a scout and support member. Once she led the heroes to the hideout she backed off and let the big boys take over. One of us needs to have some heavy muscle and be able to take some heavy abuse. One of us needs to be someone like Superman." "You mean I could be Superman? For real?" Larry said. You could almost see the stars in his eyes when I said, "Or someone like him." "Are you sure?" Larry asked. "No Larry, I'm not. But I want to try." I said. I sat on the bed staring up at Larry as he leaned nude against the box thinking about the possibilities. He looked so like his sister it was spooky. And yet it was not, things he did shaking his head, nibbling at a nail and cocking a leg were Larry. I thought about myself. Normally I'd have my legs spread wide open. My elbows resting on my knees as I gestured. Now I sat on the bed sideways facing the box. My knees up to my chest, arms around my knees. It was a very feminine pose. Had the box changed us that much? Or had we just adapted to the form we'd been given? Had we been given some subconscious feminine instinct? I decided I'd have to think about it later. Larry said, "How are you going to explain being gone to your folks?" "Uh, any ideas?" I asked. "Do your folks know my parents left already to take Nikki to school?" Larry asked. "I don't think so," I said. "Simple then, I'll pretend to be my Mom and invite you to come along to take Nikki to school and go fishing with me er Larry and keep me or him or whatever from getting bored, " Larry said. "But what about clothes," I said, "I can't go back home. Not if we want to be sure of changing into super heroes." "I'll tell her the boys were supposed to ask a long time ago and that you brought your clothes and I was calling to make sure they'd gotten your parent's permission," he said. "You know it might work," I said thoughtfully, "Oh and tell them you thought that seeing the college might help motivate the boys for this last school year to behave themselves." "Fine but what about my chores, especially the animals that have to be fed?" Larry asked. "What do you have to do?" I asked. Larry pointed to a list taped onto the armoire mirror. I picked my way carefully to it. I started to read through it. It was a long list. Just cleaning the barn corrals and fixing the fences were guaranteed to take two days. Fixing the washout on the east acreage and smoothing the road was a day. Then there was stringing new wire on the north fence line. Finally, there was fixing the chicken coop and the rabbit hutches (if there was time). I turned to him and said, "They didn't want you to have too much free time. Did they?" "You know what my Dad says about free time," Larry said. "Yeah," I grimaced, "So why weren't you working on this list when I called." "I was trying to fix my mom's curling iron," he said. My expression must of said what I wanted to ask because he said, "Don't ask." I thought a moment, then I said, "You know Jeremy Thatcher at the Shannon's old place don't you?" "Yeah. Short kid. Red hair. Freckles. Glasses. Sort of geeky looking. So?" Larry replied. "Well he's fed my sister's horse and the dogs when we've been gone. He was dependable. We usually paid him a dollar a day. Call and tell him you'll pay him twenty and I'm sure he'll do it. He always wants money. Tell him he'll find the instructions and the money on the feed room door of the barn," I said. "Okay, that takes care of the animals. What about the other stuff?" he said frowning. He was so cute standing there worrying about this list. I found myself looking at the pubic hair above his slit and wondering what the Superman S would look like in blonde. I was getting horny again. I thought guys were supposed to be hornier or was that a carry over from being male? "Earth to Jimmy," Larry said, "What about this list?" "Oh," I said bringing my thoughts back, "Well I was wondering, if this really works, how long it would really take - with super strength and super speed. Besides doing this list in our super forms would give us a chance to test our powers and get accustomed to them." I finished up grinning as Larry caught on. "Oh hey! Yeah, we could probably get it done before bedtime," he said. "Well if we're going to do all this by then, you should go call my folks and Jeremy now. I'll try and work this machine into making me into Dawnstar or something like her," I said. I stood up and walked over towards the box. As Larry passed me on his way out he stopped me with a hand on my breast and the other reached for my crotch. The quick little thrill was wonderful. "You've got to be the hottest looking guy I know, right now," he said. "Of course if you looked like a guy, I'd never do this." He leaned over and our lips brushed each other. A little bubble of pleasure rose up inside me. As I returned the kiss I caressed his crotch and breast too and after the kiss said, "I could say the same about you." I smiled as we parted and each of us went to our tasks. He actually grinned at I realized that he could have gotten angry. End Chapter 1