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It was just another police award ceremony at the front steps of City Hall. Bart Allen, Kid Flash, 14 year old heir of the Flash tradition of super speed crime fighting, sped across the the southwestern United States on his way back to Central City to attend it in place of the Flash, who had been expected to accept the award for work that both he and Kid Flash had done. Flash was off on some sort of Justice League matter. That was all Bart Allen knew. There was no way Kid Flash would miss the ceremony. For several months now, Bart Allen, formerly called Impulse, had been living a life of responsibility. He'd been born in the 30th century a distant descendant of Wally West, the Flash of the present. But his upbringing had been scattershot at best, mostly babysat by virtual reality games of that era. On arriving in our time he was sent to live with retired super speed crime fighter Max Mercury. It didn't go easy at first. Bart Allen was born with the ability of super speed, the ability to run more than a thousand miles a second and perform any athletic task at a similarly accelerated speed. But for months and months he tested the patience of Max Mercury and his colleagues in the Teen Titans with his irresponsible, impulsive behavior. But finally, there came a day when he wasn't satisfied being the fool of the Teen Titans, being seen as childish by his guardian Max Mercury and everyone else, tired of his body being immediately recognized as almost supernaturally toned but his mind being seen as lazy. It occurred during a mission fighting the super villain Slade. Bart's knee had been hurt. He'd had to go to the hospital and had been suddenly overwhelmed by feelings that he was letting down all the Flashes of history. Maybe all the mildly disparaging remarks had finally achieved their intended goal. Either way, it happened. He made a conscious change in his life and he held to it. He used his super speed abilities to devour entire library shelves of books at a time to aid in his crime fighting both alone and with the Teen Titans. He suddenly accelerated his maturity from that of a foolish boy to that of one of the most responsible of the Titans. As a symbol of the new person that he was, he dropped his Impulse identity and took the name Kid Flash. That had been the name Wally West had taken when he'd gotten super speed as a kid and been apprentice to The Flash, Barry Allen. Bart's Kid Flash uniform covered him from head to toe in a material invented by the first Flash. It was rubbery looking on the outside but soft to the touch on the inside and it somehow was impervious to the friction of super speed activity. Though the uniform was skin tight, it felt perfectly comfortable to Bart. He loved it. From the waist down it was red as were the gloves he wore. From the waist up it was yellow and the boots he wore were yellow, too. And his body suit uniform left his face below his eyes and the top of his head exposed. To motorists driving through northern Arizona at 3:29:05 that afternoon, he was just a faint red and yellow blur that zoomed past them. The same was true of folks driving in northern New Mexico at 3:29:06 and as well for drivers in the string of states leading to Central City. Bart could have run faster than that. A state a second for him was the equivalent of running an eight minute mile pace for the average person. But Bart Allen had more intellectual curiosity these days about all the sights that whizzed by as he sprinted along. At 3:29:15, a police lieutenant standing in a line of them to the side of a podium covered in microphones, glanced at the empty spot beside him. A piece of masking tape had "Kid Flash" written on it in marker. And then, as though appearing in a film by a trick of editing, there was Kid Flash beside him. The officer smiled at the kid. What a solid little son of a gun, he thought and gave him a pat on the rear. Bart stepped to the exact taped spot and adopted a stance with his hands clasped behind his back. Though his uniform was skin tight, only being a little less obvious at the crotch than what ballet dancers wore and not so inclined to ride up the cleft of his buns, Bart was perfectly comfortable being seen in it in public. He had grown accustomed to it and, besides, his body was incredible. Bart stood five foot seven and weighed 120 pounds. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Long, amazingly toned legs led to narrow hips with a pair of buns the equal of any ballet dancer's, then a very small waist widened out into a V shaped back supporting strong square shoulders. His body was so superlative that Bart had to wear loose clothes at school and do everything he could to hide the fact of his fantastic lanky physique. But he didn't have to hide himself in his super stretchy, skin tight Kid Flash uniform. So, he stood there proudly facing the crowd of citizens and reporters as the police chief read aloud citations of bravery and valor for officers involved in the breakup of band of criminals trafficking in stolen diamonds. As the chief pointed out to the audience, the latest intelligence had shown that Al Quaeda and other terrorists were known to be using diamonds as a sort of currency. Bart Allen had noticed the vent grate immediately back of the tape mark. He was, in fact, standing on the vent grate. But he thought nothing of it. It was just where his particular piece of tape had come out. As the police chief read off the accomplishments and brave deeds of one officer after another and then handed each a medal, Bart listened intently to each recounting. He didn't notice the barely visible mist slowly rising up about him from the grate. The first sign of anything unusual was an odd, ticklish feeling on the skin of his legs and then crotch and butt. The ticklish feeling went up his torso and to the top of his head but Bart didn't pay any attention to it. His Kid Flash uniform, while fantastically stretchy and nearly indestructible, was also very thin and not great insulation. His primary source of warmth was his own physical exertion. Bart figured it must be a breeze, that's all. But the ticklish feeling went on and on. If Bart had only looked down he would have seen an odd, slightly whitish, almost clear mist rising up from his boots around him. Other observers said later that they never said anything to Kid Flash because they thought it was just a steam vent letting off a little bit of vapor and that they thought it would've seemd insulting to a superhero to warn of danger from something like that. But there was danger, of a sort. As Bart maintained his position, the tickling feeling suddenly became something deeper, an odd feeling in his muscles and then his insides. For a moment, he thought a tremendous headache was coming on but just as quickly that sensation passed. All the little sensations seemed to be fading when, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a red light pulsing at him below the vent grate. It pulsed three times and then cracked and stopped. Now, Bart's mind was racing. What was that? Is this some kind of attack on me? He glanced around quickly but saw nothing. There was no longer any mist, either. He relaxed a bit while still pondering possibilities. His thoughts were interrupted by an odd feeling. "Why's the suit riding up my butt now?" he wondered. However, it wasn't his suit but the swelling of his little ass. He was just standing there as the chief started to recount Kid Flash's role in the investigation. His chest might have swelled with pride at the praise he was getting but it was his buns that were expanding. They were getting wider and wider behind him. He could feel it. His uniform was being stretched and he'd already had his gloved hands clasped behind him. Now they felt as though two balloons were being inflated beneath them. "What the...!" Bart muttered and glanced down just in time to see his thighs swelling outward to match his new, wider pelvis and, simultaneously, the robust bulge at his crotch do the opposite and seemingly deflate and start to go flat. Bart's eyes went wide in shock. His skin tight uniform quickly adjusted to his shrinking manhood and he was left staring at a steadily diminishing faint projection in the rubbery surface. He pressed his palm to his meager equipment. "What the heck's happening to me?!" he muttered in disbelief. He just stood there as the chief finished his introduction "... Central City's own... Kid Flash!". The assembled crowd burst into applause. Some of them had been watching him since the start of the chief's recounting of how his super speed investigating had made the case. Everyone was watching Bart now as his package seemed to completely disappear, his washboard abs went smooth and his waist seemed to squeeze inward, compressed by an unseen vise. Bart could see the crowd slowly stopping their clapping and regarding him with quizzical looks but was so shocked by the situation that he didn't do anything. He just stood there as he now felt his torso diminish and diminish, the muscle going out of his pecs, lats, shoulders and arms in just a few seconds. Then, his nipples felt itchy, so amazingly itchy, almost burning and then sore, so sore. What the hell?! He reached for his chest just as his flat, boy's chest blossomed forth into two spectacular "C" cup breasts. Some in the crowd smirked at what was happening to Bart and his expression of shock. Then Bart felt his neck become thinner and delicate. His adam's apple disappeared under his frantically reaching gloved fingertips. Lastly, Bart felt his very face changing shape. He couldn't see it and eventually reached up to feel it but didn't even have to touch the surface of his new face. He could somehow feel exactly how his nose had been changed into a little button nose, how his jaw and mouth had been shrunken and his lips had become fuller. Underneath the cowl of his uniform he could feel his hair getting longer and longer. "Kid Flash! Come on up here!" repeated the chief. With his eyes on his prepared notes the chief was the only one who hadn't been watching the stunning changes overcoming Kid Flash. It was a measure of how completely Bart Allen had become responsible that though he realized he'd somehow been transformed into a girl, a girl!, he nevertheless, he did what he was supposed to do and walked to the podium. It was just 12 feet away but it felt like a thousand miles to Bart, feeling his big new ass jiggling as he walked and feeling large, lovely breasts underneath the chest of his uniform as he walked. At the podium, the chief looked at him like he had three heads, maybe three leprous heads. "What... what's going on here? You're-you're a girl!?" Bart sighed. "Yes sir, I am," he answered and felt his shame increase with the sound of his new girl's voice, so high pitched and silly in tone as to be ridiculous. Some of the audience guffawed at the sound of it. "But-but... you're supposed to be a young buck. You're supposed to be a boy." "I was," Bart replied through gritted teeth, mortified again at the sound of his new girl's voice. "Something happened to me. I-I'm a girl now." The chief looked at the new Bart, 34-20-34 in a skin tight uniform with the nipples of two round, per breasts pointing at him, with disgust. Not knowing what else to do, he did what he had done with the other award winners. He put his arm around Bart's suddenly delicate shoulders and posed for pictures with a forced smile then placed a medal for valor on a ribbon around Bart's delicate neck. Of course, the medal ended up swinging at the same height as Bart's new breasts, only drawing more attention to them. Bart jiggled her way back to her position in the line and listened to the chief stammer through his closing remarks. The second he was done, Bart super sped out of the area, just a red and yellow blur to anyone watching. She felt terrible running, her new shape and balance completely foreign to her, breasts bouncing and massive new rear jiggling at super speed. She stopped in front of a plate glass window and stared at herself from just inches away, pushing and pulling her little gloved hands at the full round masses of her new buttocks. "No!" she whispered. "No. How can this be? This can't be. It can't. Gosh! I look like Cat Woman or Cheetah stuffed into my uniform." But as she stared at her new body, there was no denying that it was. Bart super sped into the department store and measured her height and weight. Still five seven and 120 pounds. But what a different way of putting those pounds together! She went, angrily, to a 3 sided mirror in a changing area wanting to push and pull at her new extra large ass and get the damn thing off her. But when she saw herself from hehind, she was shocked. It was luscious. It was fantastic. It perfectly fit her hourglass shape and widened hips. It was the hottest girl's ass she'd ever seen. Her breasts, too, were not the embarassing udders they felt like as she had first sprinted away from the police ceremony. They were pert and round and inviting. They were perfect for her slender hourglass shape. Bart super sped out of the store but stopped in front of the next one and stared and stared in front of another plate glass window before finally pronouncing her own judgement. "Somebody turned me into the smoking hot babe to end all smoking hot babes." She turned to look at her rear in the glass and went limp at the sight. "Every guy'll want that," she said with a sigh. She went on to inspect her new face closely. Her former strong nose had been diminished into a cute little button nose with barely any bridge. Bye bye adam's apple. Hello much smaller jaw and lips like Charlize Theron. She kept inspecting her new body till she saw two boys in the reflection whispering to each other and pointing to her new ass and giggling. "What're you looking at?" Bart demanded, intending to sound intimidating but only sounding weak and ridiculous with her new super high pitched voice. "Yer ass!" laughed one boy and they both ran off guffawing. "Ohhhhh!" Bart cooed angrily and cut her grunt short because it sounded so ditzy. But Bart Allen calmed herself and tried to address the situation logically. The first priority was to go back and see about that vent. In a split second, Bart was there. Most all of the crowd was gone but a few reporters remained. To Bart's annoyance, they were asking the officers who'd been nearest to him if they'd seen Kid Flash "transgendering". Bart vibrated her molecules so that she was invisible to the people there. It was one of Bart's powers of super speed, control over her molecules. Vibrating slightly so that she was invisible was one of her standard tricks. While vibrating, she examined the grate and the area beneath it. She pulled up the metal mesh and pulled out a solid hunk of plastic slag from below. That's all there was there. Whatever mechanism was used had been designed to do a sort of quiet explosion and melt into an indistinguishable mass. Bart took the warm lump of plastic and ran off. Besides pondering what had been done to her, the reporters reminded her that everyone knew it. Everyone. It was on camera. I'll be on the news, what was the term that guy had used? Transgendering. Oh god. I was going to ask Wonder Girl out. Now, I'm a hotter babe than she is! It was all too much. Even though Bart was now a terrifically level headed kid, this overwhelmed her. She sprinted for the outskirts of Central City where she knew Wally West kept a small apartment as a sort of safe house. She vibrated through the doors and straight to the bathroom. There she stood for 15 minutes staring at her reflection in the mirror, running her hands down her sides, getting accustomed to her fantastic, slender hourglass shape. She thought of those boys transfixed by her ass and examined it quite earnestly. "Amazing. I'm sooooo narrow waisted," she said running gloved hands over her buns, "but they're still soooooo round." She felt the now empty dance belt pouch at the front of her uniform and gently rubbed the vertical lips beneath it. "Mmmmmmm. That's not bad at all. Not bad at all," she thought but immediately reproached herself. That's a pussy for god's sake. A pussy! She decided to try another such spot. She looked at her big nipples so obvious under the surface of the thin yellow top of her uniform. She rubbed one gloved finger over each nipple and felt a mild tingle immediately from each. She pulled her hands away. God. That was nothing and it felt like that?! But that was all of that sort of experimentation Bart Allen, newly minted young woman did on herself. She spent hours after that examining the slag of plastic, running tests to determine what chemicals were present in it and pondering over and over who would do that to her. By late that night, she'd broken down some of the constituent hydrocarbons in the plastic but nothing was very odd or unusual, certainly not some exotic sort of compound that could change a guy with super speed into a girl. The light was interesting but it'd been so destroyed that it would be impossible to determine at what freqency it was pulsing and the angstrom wavelength of the light that was being emitted. Bart pulled off her kid Flash uniform and put it in a dresser drawer. She took a quick shower, being careful not to stimulate her new female self but finding other spots that felt great with the rub of skin on them. When she'd pulled off the dance belt that now served no purpose, the rub of the strap up the middle of her ass on the skin at the top of that cleft felt nice. Soaping herself up in the shower, she rubbed there again. Very nice indeed. She rubbed a few more times. Mmmmm. Bart finished her shower and towel dried her now shoulder length hair while examining her naked body in a full length bedroom mirror. She sighed. Maybe this is just a dream. I didn't think anything like this happened anymore. Wally's uncle Barry Allen used to have all kinds of transformations worked on him. Didn't Wally say that his Uncle Barry got turned into a mirror once, and a puppet another time and another time his body was made to absorb water from the air till he became the fattest man alive? Gosh, what weird stuff. But Barry Allen had greater powers over his molecules than Wally or I do, too. And even this never happened to Barry Allen. They never turned Barry Allen into a girl. But the new Bart Allen wouldn't let his day end with thoughts of despair. As she slid her supermodel body under the covers she told herself that somebody at the Teen Titans or Justice League would probably have the solution to restore her in 5 minutes tomorrow. Bart woke from a fitful sleep with a yawn. He felt great, but what weird dreams! Captain Marvel Junior in his speedo that time at the Titans Tower pool and those ballet dancers! He rolled over onto his stomache. Something was immediately wrong. What the heck are those under me? Bart sat bolt upright among the sheets. "No! Oh my god! It's true. It's ... true," she said recalling her metamorphosis and seeing her spectacular breasts hanging from her chest. She reached down with her little hands and felt the mass of her delicious girl's derriere. Finally, she tentatively touched her fingertips to her lips at her crotch. "Oh god. It's true. What do I do now? And how do I ever face Cassie like this?" She dropped to the floor in despair. Cassie was Cassandra, known to the world as Wonder Girl. Five feet ten inches of blond haired beauty with the gifts of super strength and flight. Bart had had a crush on Cassie from the first time he'd met her at Titans Tower months and months before. She had been on of the inspirations for him to stop being so irresponsible. He'd wanted to be taken seriously by her. He'd wanted to impress her. There was a night overlooking the City from Titans Tower, he had recited poetry by Rilke to her, part of a shelf of books he'd read at super speed to her. She was impressed. She'd given him a peck on the cheek before saying goodnight. Super speed erection. Bart looked down at her flat female crotch. No worry of that now. I'd be a joke to her now. Turned into a girl! How will she ever not look at me funny? I've gotta get out of this situation. In a blink, she had her Kid Flash uniform on and was sprinting to Titans Tower. Some of the Titans were gone but Robin and Cyborg were there as well as Captain Marvel Jr, a sometimes member who usually patrolled Fawcett City. Bart sprinted into the meeting room where the three of them were gathered looking over a map on a table. "Um, hi guys ... it's-it's me ... Bart, a ... uh, funny thing happened to me at the police awards ceremony." "We know," snapped Cyborg, barely acknowledging Bart's presence. Robin looked a lot more sympathetic. Captain Marvel Jr. looked surprised. "You're Kid Flash?" "Yeah ... I'm Kid Flash," said Bart trying unsuccessfully to get her voice down to an even faintly masculine pitch. She moved next to Cyborg. "I-I want to help. I'm a-a girl now but I still have super speed." "Yeah, and all the upper body strength of a cheerleader," said Cyborg squeezing Bart's debutante's shoulder with his giant hand. "Hey! I'm your teammate!" "If this was a team, you'd be on the disabled list ... Beatrice. Now get along," said the hulking black, part man part machine hero ushering Kid Flash away with a firm slap to one stupendously round female buttock. "Ow! I-..." Beatrice rubbed her still humiliatingly big, (to her), ass but kept shuffling to the door, looking angrily over her shoulder at Cyborg. She paused at the door, one hand on it in a feminine pose. "I'm a member of this team, too, you know!" "You're on the disabled list while you deal with your female issues." Beatrice fumed at the doorway till a sympathetic Robin jogged over. "Just give him some time Bea- I mean, Bart. You know how caught up he is in being macho and all-" "Well, I-" Beatrice fumed. She felt almost like crying and the realization of that got her even more flustered. "I could use some help with this." "I, um, we ... we understand. It's gotta be a tough time for you. But we're hot on the trail of Slade and Cyborg's got a plan for the three of us to handle the job. See you in a day or two?" Beatrice sighed and nodded agreement. She watched them longingly from the doorway for a minute. Captain Marvel Jr. gave her a sympathetic look over his shoulder before turning back to the map and listening to Cyborg. She stared at his back. Had Captain Marvel Jr. always been so impressive? What a pretty boy! What a fantastic physique! Slowly Beatrice backed away and then started running and sprinted at super speed back to the Flash's safe house apartment. "Beatrice, huh? Well, maybe if I have to use a female name on the phone or in a store I'll use that," muttered Kid Flash and then she remembered the other insult. All the upper body strength of a cheerleader. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Flash's universal weight station machine in the unused second bedroom. She went to the bench press and positioned herself under the two handles. She glanced over her shoulder at the pin in the stack. 340 pounds. Obviously way too much. She reset it at 150 pounds. That's what Bart bench pressed. With all her might she pushed against the two handles, huffing and puffing, grunting and groaning, embarassed at the shrieking sounds she was making. She arched her back and her feet even came off the floor. She couldn't move the weight. "Allright, I'm a bit smaller now. But I'm certainly not so weak as to be useless to the team." She switched the pin to 120 pounds. Again, Beatrice was unable to move the weight. She cursed and then laughed at how silly it sounded in her bubblegummy new voice. She kept lessening the weight to be lifte till, finally, at 80 pounds, she could just barely budge the metal. It wasn't until she went down to 60 pounds that she could extend her embarassingly thin arms upward and complete a single bench press. She bounded up from the weight machine, furious. "Sixty pounds! That's all I can do?! Sixty pounds?!" she screeched. "Christ, I weigh the exact same hundred twenty pounds as I did before!" Frantically, the former boy went through all the exercises possible on the weight machine. She ended up absolutely beside herself with anger. She'd expected that her arms would be weaker, but not this much. And she expected that her legs would be just as strong. Her new rear was so much wider, after all. But even on the leg press and other leg exercises, her former boy body had been significantly stronger. Beatrice slumped on the couch in her Kid Flash uniform and lay there, chin to her chest, looking disgustedly at her full round breasts under her uniform. But, Bart Allen had been a superhero not just by birth, by being given super speed but also by choice, by his dedication to using his powers to help others, to running his skinny body all around the globe to save lives. So what if I'm weaker reasoned Beatrice. I still have super speed. If I have to hit some crook a hundred times or even a thousand times instead of once, then that's what I'll do. That's what I'll do! Her spirits rising, she sprinted out of the apartment at super speed and started patrolling Central City, living out the destiny of her chosen job even if it had to be done in a female body. In the course of her patrolling for almost 10 hours, she successfully terminated a high speed chase, jumping right into the car with the thief and turning it off to let it roll slowly to a stop as she tossed the keys to one of the officers on the scene. He gave her a look of shock. "Thanks ... um, Kid, um, miss, whatever you are" "Whatever I am?" mumbled Beatrice, recalling the cops words, as she picked up a discarded newspaper near the end of her patrol. On the front page was a picture of her the previous day at the police awards ceremony. She had a look of shock on her face with one gloved hand pressed against her flat crotch. It was an odd moment because her waist looked small and feminine and she had obviously female hips but her shoulders and arms were clearly male as was her face and her breasts hadn't started to blossom. The headline read: KID FLASH, FIRST TRANSGENDER SUPERHERO "First tr-...!" It recounted the reactions of some of the hundreds who had witnessed the "Red and yellow spandex clad boy become a red and yellow spandex clad girl of supermodel appearance in less than a minute." "The uniform's not spandex," grumbled Beatrice. "Why do they always say that? The first Flash invented the material. It's obviously not spandex. It's closer to rubber. Ohhhh!" but that line faded from her mind as she read the comments of observers. "I was behind him. My girlfriend and I wanted to be there," said 15 year old Melanie Kelly. "He was so hot. What a tush! And then, his butt, well, I wish I looked like that!" "Great. Now girls want to have butts like mine. Just great." "I just came back with my medal when I saw the look on his face, saw that his body was, um, changing. He was a real trooper. He didn't deserve this," said Lieutenant Joe Kelly. "He, I mean, she, ran away right after it happened but he turned into a beautiful girl. I mean, beautiful. Course a boy probably doesn't want to end up like that," said Gladys Beckett. There were more quotes from people lamenting what had happened to Kid Flash. One woman thought it was simply his destiny. Another blamed witchcraft. There were quotes from a couple kids who seemed to think it was funny. The writer halfheartedly reproached them in the article, but the series of pictures on the inside pages almost invited the reader to revel in the humiliating misfortune he'd undergone. Beatrice tried to wind down back at the Flash's safehouse apartment. She was lying on the couch just before midnight, her head raised on a pillow, looking in distress at her widened girl's hips, when she channel surfed past Letterman's show and heard "David Gest?! That guy's about as macho as Kid Flash." The audience roared and Beatrice nearly cried in despair. "No! No! I-I still patrol! I caught 2 crooks tonight. Why pick on me?" she moaned. She nearly punched at the remote control to change the channel, switching to the Tonight show, where she caught the end of Leno's monologue. "Did you see this footage, Kev? Did you see this?" asked Leno and then the screen showed the last half of Bart's transformation, freezing the image on the look on Bart's shocked face when he realized what had happened to him as the audience snickered in unison. "You think Kid Flash was upset, Kev, how about Michael Jackson? A handsome boy in his early teens in spandex turns into a girl? There's a nightmare for the king of pop! There's the guy who feels like it's all a nightmare!" Again, the audience roared. Beatrice slumped onto the couch and limply pressed a button on the remote. The screen now showed CNN. The title at the bottom of the screen said that they were discussing the implications of Kid Flash being transgendered. But to her horror, Beatrice saw two smirking men and a smirking woman all cracking prurient jokes while the screen showed her, or rather showed her becoming a her. There were camera views from front and back. She hadn't known there was one behind her. The screen showed her former 14 year old superhero boy's rear. The woman let loose a few catty words of praise as the screen stopped at a closeup of the red, rubbery looking spandex over Bart Allen's buns. Then, to Beatrice's continuing horror, the screen showed those incredible buns, toned by sprinting across continents, suddenly spreading, widening, ballooning out from their former extremely masculine dimensions to astoundingly feminine fullness. "No!" Beatrice groaned angrily as the two men now joked about how "the boy done become bootylicious". Beatrice wanted to switch the channel but couldn't make herself do it. They just kept showing slow motion footage of her transformation, of her breasts suddenly blossoming from her chest and bobbing freely under her uniform, of her waist looking as though it was being squeezed inward by an unseen vise, even of her former package, outlined in the rubbery red of her Kid Flash uniform, shrinking into nothing and of her face going from strong masculine features to a little button nose and small mouth. The giggling talking heads especially cackled at Beatrice's facial expression of shock as she chirped "Ooooooo!" upon realizing what was happening to him/her. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!" she moaned and found herself crying at the injustice of her predicament and then crying even more realizing that she was responding so femininely to insults. "I'm a joke. That's all I am to everyone is a joke!" she said and squeezed the widened hips that she disliked more than anything else about her new body. "All the things I did! All the rescues! All the times I put my life on the line and all the lives I've saved don't matter. As soon as something like this happens to me, I'm just a joke." But that wasn't close to the end of her humiliation. The next day, she got up early, startled again at finding herself female and not male. Resolving to be as brave and dedicated as she'd ever been as Bart, Beatrice pulled on her Kid Flash uniform and sped out around the Central City metro area. She ran invisibly alongside police cruisers when she passed them, listening in to see if any significant calls came in. Late morning there was just such a call. An automatic distress signal had been sent out by an armored car. The dispatcher called out the code number for this sort of event and the location. Beatrice was on the scene a quarter second later. There, underneath a web of highway ramps and travel lanes was an armored car on its side. It had been rammed by a Peterbilt. Three husky guys in masks and brandishing M16's were running away from the truck with bags overflowing with cash and bonds. "Where do you think you're going with that?" said Kid Flash standing imperiously before them across the street. The crooks all glanced at each other from under their masks and turned toward her. "If they knew how slow they seemed to me, like they were nearly in suspended animation as they make their oh so sneaky move to shoot me..." mused Beatrice as she ran at them at super speed and grabbed their M16's right out of their hands. Kid Flash could sort of go into super speed mode with her senses, perceiving everything as fast as she could run with just a conscious thought. It was like flicking a switch. She continued to a point a half mile away where she put them down. Then she ran back to them for the invariable reaction of shock. The crooks cursed and then two of 'em cursed the middle one for apparently saying not to worry about any super types. But rather than give up, Kid Flash could see they were looking around for friends of theirs to come to their aid. Sure enough, from a van just down the road, two more guys jumped out firing M16's at her as they did. Beatrice dodged between bullets and sprinted at them too fast for them to comprehensibly see. She swiped the guns from their hands and left them with the other 3 guns in a drainage ditch. The first three crooks were starting to run toward their friends by the van. She let them do so then sprinted to a stop just a five feet from the five frantic crooks. "Think five big guys like you can beat me?" she asked. "Maybe we won't fuck you up. Maybe we'll all just fuck you, girly," snarled one. Another laughed, "Hey man! That's the skinny little super dude that got turned into a bitch." "What? That ain't no boy." "Not anymore. I told you. It was on TV. Some super bad guy made a chick out of him." "Are you wimps going to talk or do you want to fight?" Kid Flash taunted. They started to lean toward her, just started clenching their fists. She ran at them fully cognizant of how week she was in her present condition, but a hundred full strength punches flush on each of their jaws in a split second was too much to resist even when the puncher could only bench press 60 pounds. They fell to the ground dazed and unconscious and a minute later police cruisers swarmed into the area. Kid Flash was tending to the armored car guards, both knocked out by some sort of gas cannister shot into the truck when additional cavalry arrived. Only this cavalry was flying. "Oh no," Beatrice whimpered. It was Wonder Girl and Starfire, the two female members of the Teen Titans. "Kid Flash?!" Beatrice groaned. Cassie and Starfire. She could see them in the the reflection off the chrome of the armored cars bumper. No! Don't let Cassie see me like this. But she knew they already had, from behind. They knew her uniform and they'd already seen her new girl's ass. Ugh. She couldn't run away. That would be cowardly. She had decided to face this all the way. She turned around. Wonder Girl and Starfire landed gracefully next to their now female teammate, Kid Flash, with looks of shock on their faces. Kid Flash looked them in the eyes. The cops were all out of earshot. "Bart? Is that you?" asked Wonder Girl. Beatrice nodded. "What happened to you, teammate?" asked Starfire. "You must be the only person in the country who hasn't seen the film of it." "Oh, no, teammate. We witnessed a replay of your... your... transgendering at Titans Tower." "Well, for now, at least, this is me." "Are you okay?" asked Cassie wrapping an arm around the smaller girl, Kid Flash. "Yeah, I'm okay." "You look beautiful, speedy girl!" chirped Starfire and she took Kid Flash's gloved hands and lifted them over her head, twirling Beatrice in a circle. "Yes, you are exceptionally beautiful by earth conceptions of female attractiveness. Your mammaries are quite full and despite your general slenderness your buttocks are spectacularly rounded. Don't you agree Wonder Girl?" Cassie could see how mortified Kid Flash was at this open discussion of his female shape. But Starfire, golden skinned girl from another galaxy, was prone to speaking incredibly bluntly without any malicious intent. "Yes, um, spectacularly." "His original buttocks made him quite pleasing to females but now he is exceptionally pleasing to males," Starfire noted. Kid Flash sighed angrily. "Is there something wrong with that, Bart? You are female now and quite beautiful. More pleasing to male eyes than Cassie or me. Better to be a beautiful one who will earn the favor and interest of every man she meets, than to look otherwise, yes?" Kid Flash sighed again. "I-I suppose," she replied as Starfire walked around behind her and held one hand to each side of her hips. "Yes, spectacularly rounded. You must have had difficulty adjusting to this new distribution of your weight, former boy Bart?" "I, um, yeah, a little bit. It's different." "But you still have your birthed gift of super speed?" "Yeah, I still have super speed." "That is interesting, Bart. In your previous gender, your shape immediately suggested to anyone who saw your curiously deep buttocks behind your narrow pelvis your tremendous energy and your fleetness in any activity. You still have super speed but your shape now suggests only that you are a perfect object for the mating interests of males. You suggest beauty and vulnerability and also that copulating with you will be exceptionally pleasing for any male who impales you upon his sexual organ," she said nodding casually. "I only hope your bodily transformation also included the mental addition of what I have heard earthlings call feminine wiles because you are now an earth girl shaped only to incite the insatiable desire of every male. All can see that, especially in your tight as a dermis uniform." "Im-impale me on...!?" Beatrice glanced slowly down at her flat, featureless crotch. Cassie stepped in. "That's enough of that talk, Sta situation under control here. Why don't we just leave him alone to take care of things. He knows he can reach us at Titans Tower if he needs help in dealing with his... condition. She might see if the docs at S.T.A.R. Labs can help out." "Thanks," said Beatrice. And with that, she sped over to the police as Wonder Girl and Starfire flew off. The next day, Kid Flash sprinted across two states to the giant S.T.A.R. Labs facility. The sprawling silver and blue building had served as a resource for superheroes, "metahumans" they called them there, for two decades. Wtih money from government grants and a few wealthy benefactors, the facility had grown to house a super high security detention area and holding cells as well as research projects on a score of topics, from developing weapons for police to use against super villains to protection against those villains' power to medical treatment for metahumans. Once inside and in a special laboratory area, they insisted that Kid Flash take off her uniform and prove that she really was female. Beatrice groaned and pulled off her uniform and sports bra in a tenth of a second to stand naked before five lab coated doctors. "Satisfied?" They weren't. All five, with their clipboards and stethyscopes advanced and poked fingers at all parts of her while a nurse filmed the whole affair with a digital camera in addition to the cameras on the wall that must have been filming it. "Well, you really are female," the lead doctor pronounced with an expression that seemed to indicate that he was informing Kid Flash of it. She gritted her teeth. "Well, tell me how it happened and how I can go back to being a guy." "Um, first, just give us a demonstration to prove that you're not just some model who was squeezed into that Kid Flash uniform." "Where do you live?" Beatrice asked the doctor. "Me? Why do you want to know?" "Just tell me where you live and I'll bring back a family picture or picture of your wife off the wall." "Um, 137 Harcourt Terrace, but it's locked we always keep our condo locked. We're..." Like magic, the beautiful nude girl had disappeared from the room. Before they could even finish a gasp or incredulous sidewise glance she was standing back in the exact same position and holding a picture of the same balding doctor with his better looking than he deserved wife. "How-how did you get in?" "I vibrated through the wall," explained Kid Flash. From that point on, they accepted that she was Kid Flash, but they accorded her no special dignity as they took samples of every sort and stuck probes and cameras in every orifice of her. They took a special sort of MRI of her with their much more powerful than commonly used machine, as she stood in a circle and a ring of machinery rose from the floor over her head in just 20 seconds. After it was all done, she put back on her Kid Flash uniform and went off with another doctor who she quickly realized was there for psychological counseling. How do you feel about your new body? How does your loss of strength make you feel? How do other people react to the new you? How does that make you feel? etc Beatrice cut the talk short explaining that she didn't intend to be a girl for long and didn't need to adjust to it. She asked for a tour of the place as a way to pass time waiting for test results and a woman in a business suit showed up at the door a minute later. She led Kid Flash on a tour of the whole facility. She said she was delighted to help a Flash because the original Flash had saved her father's life 40 years ago when he was a boy. She had lunch with Kid Flash at the S.T.A.R. Labs cafeteria and ushered her into the office of the lead doctor where she plopped down into a chair in front of him. "Well, doc, what can you tell me?" "Kid? Um, Kid Flash. I-I guess you're looking for us to tell you how you can be a boy again." She nodded. Duh! "The-the thing is, there's absolutely nothing about you that would reveal to us that you had ever been male if we hadn't seen the footage on TV that everyone else saw. Your dna is completely female without the slightest abnormality that would betray that you had ever been male. Your blood results show a perfectly normal teenage girl's hormonal balance without the trace of anything to indicate that you'd been male. The special standing MRI we took of you shows every cell in your body to be completely consistent with your having been female all your life. There's not a cell, not a molecule of you to indicate that anyone ever turned you into a girl, no hormonal remnants, no chemical traces, no atypical shapes of ribs or pelvis or knee joint. Nothing." Beatrice was nervous. "Um, allright, I'm really a girl now. Believe me, it hasn't been easy accepting that fact, but I have. But what about changing me back into the boy that I was?" "I-I don't know. We don't know. There's no technology that can do that. Every one of the billions or trillions of cells in your body has dna with two "X" chromosomes. We can do a lot of things here that they can't do at your local HMO but we can't do magic. There's no way in the world to restore you to what you were. We-we don't understand how anyone could change you from a fantastically athletic boy to a gorgeous girl in thirty seconds. It's not possible. The most aggressive chemical treatments right at the beginning of puberty, which you've already passed, can only achieve a fraction of what was done to you in months of time. I don't think you'll be anything but a beautiful female for the rest of your life." She kept her cool as best she could, but Beatrice still stammered and gasped and nearly cried, barely managing a "thank you" before speeding out of there. The only way she could distract herself was to patrol at super speed. She circled through Central City over and over but, to her chagrin, there was no criminal activity taking place. Normally, she was wise enough to smile and be thankful that there was no impending danger to the people she was trying to protect. But she wanted action tonight. She wanted to fight, to show how masculine she was. Eventually, she extended her patrols all the way to Miami to stop a carjacking and a drive by shooting. In the following days she patrolled obsessively, both to show everyone that she could still perform her chosen duties and to prevent herself from thinking much about her body and what was going to become of her life. And there was something else she wanted to avoid. She'd first noticed it while apprehending a young crook who'd actually tried to run from her. She marveled at what a dumb choice he was making but noted that he really was quite a runner, and quite the pretty boy, too. Tall and slender with bright green eyes, she circled around him as he sprinted, noting what a babe magnet the guy must be considered. Just for fun, she pulled all his clothes off in the hundredth of a second while both his feet were off the ground. To her surprise, the six foot one 170 pound guy had a cock like a horse. "Wow, he needs those buns to push that," she joked but stopped. She realized that she'd been watching the guy's rear, watching the seat of his blue jeans moving with every running stride as he tried to escape. She turned him over to the cops, the guy complaining all the while that he hadn't tried to expose himself and the cops paying him no heed. To her chagrin, she realized she'd been watching boys' rears since she'd had her own widened. She remembered her dreams of Captain Marvel Junior that very first night after being transformed. She tried desperately to prevent or reroute this burgeoning interest but couldn't. She tried to occupy her mind with anything else, but found herself absentmindedly reading through romance novels in a few minutes. Or fashion magazine pictures of male models. Another time, she stopped in mid-patrol up the east coast to watch what she realized was the photographing of a new Abercrombie & Fitch catalog on the beaches of the Carolina coast and could barely regain any train of thought afterwards. Beatrice couldn't stop thinking about boys. Where Bart had occasionally vibrated through the walls of the girls locker rooms, Beatrice now spent an inordinate amount of time protecting against crimes against relatively unlikely targets, watching them very carefully. While Kid Flash, Beatrice Allen was on the watch, no supervillains did anything to harm the teenage boy ballet dancers at the Central City Youth Arts Center. No crimes were committed during the offseason practices of the Central City College swim team. No ne'erdowell dared try doing anything to the various long legged track athletes at the City Wide Central City Games. The young men at the Central City modeling agency? Completely unharmed while Beatrice Allen was on the job. To her chagrin, she could not get enough of gorgeous boys. It seemed to be part of what had been done to her. Bart had had a normal 14 year old boy's sex drive. But this was even something more. It was all Beatrice could do to hide it and keep to a minimum comments like the time she arrived on the scene at a bank robbery and hostages had been taken. She'd sprinted invisibly at super speed through the bank and ran immediately to the police captain on the scene and told him that there were 7 hostages including three men, "one of 'em a dreamy blond!". She regretted it even before the police chief gave her a slow raise of one eyebrow. She noticed, too, the reflection in the car window of the police lieutenant behind her smirking at her words and miming giving her ass a squeeze to the delight of the other officers watching. She seemed to get reactions like that all the time. As hard as it had been to be taken seriously as a 14 year old boy running around in a body suit of red and yellow, it was even harder now. Many of the police treated her like a nuisance, barely suppressing smiles when she reported the information from all her super speed patrols. Her new voice didn't help, either. To the former Bart Allen's exasperation, her voice was shockingly high even for a girl, with a slight nasal lilt to it that made her sound like a complete ditz. Beatrice revamped the uniform or at least what was underneath it. Bart had worn only a dance belt made of the same material invented by Barry Allen underneath the skin tight suit. The material had a matte finish and rubbery look on the outside but was soft to the touch on the inside. Beatrice took two of Bart's dance belts and made a sports bra for herself. It felt a lot better. Running away from the press conference after first being transformed, she'd felt so ridiculous with her breasts bouncing up and down and girl's rear jiggling with each stride. The sports bra at least took care of the first problem. But there really was no problem with Beatrice Allen's crime fighting. She was so determined to prove that she was still a superhero crime fighter even in the new smoking hot girl's body that she had now. She stopped more bank robberies, more car thefts, carjackings and attempted murders in a month than she'd ever done as Bart Allen. And every time it was the same. She'd sprint out of a bank carrying some lowlife with a stocking over his head in her arms and drop him at the curb. The guy would laugh at the sight of gorgeous Beatrice and her demand that he go along quietly. He would sneer at the sight of her swizzle stick arms. Then he'd get a thousand punches in 3 seconds from her dainty hands and swizzle stick arms and lapse into unconsciousness. Beatrice was physically weaker than Bart had been and perhaps just a little bit slower, but the difference was on the order of being able to run from New York to Los Angeles and back in 8 seconds instead of the 6 that she'd been able to manage it as Bart. But as humiliated as Beatrice felt in most of her public interactions, lusting after lanky boys when she wanted to return to masculinity a virgin and being regarded increasingly as a freak by the general populace, she found that there were some people who didn't think less of her but who positively adored her now. This came as quite a surprise to Beatrice who'd been adored as squeaky clean boy Bart but now faced looks of distaste and the slow shaking of heads from people as the transgendered superhero. She was leaving Central City police headquarters after having provided the most important info to crack a counterfeiting gang that might have been working with terrorists. She'd even apprehended the ringleader in his apartment. But the police chief didn't want the freak boy/girl at the press conference. He didn't even mention her work in his initial statement. He only grudingly gave her some credit in response to a reporter's question. Beatrice sighed and walked slowly away from the edge of the crowd and right into the hug of a tall woman. The woman wore a red dress and must have stood 6 feet tall. "Oh, thank you, Kid Flash! Thank you!" At last she relented and Beatrice stepped back. There was something just a little odd about the woman's appearance but she couldn't quite place it. Oh well. "Um, you're welcome. I didn't think anyone was so interested in seeing counterfeiters arrested." The woman hugged Beatrice again and laughed. "Not for catching counterfeiters! Silly! For being you! For being transgender and still being a superhero. Thank you!" Now it made sense to Beatrice. The slightly large jaw, the big hands. Beatrice smiled bashfully. "Well, you're welcome, I guess. I didn't choose this," said Beatrice with hands to her hips then bosom. "But I am trying to do the best I can with it. I've still got super speed even if I don't have a penis any more." "You're beautiful! Look at you in that skin tight suit! You're beautiful," the woman said taking Kid Flash's gloved hand, lifting it in the air and having Kid Flash spin her model's body in a circle. "You're beautiful!" "Thank you," said Beatrice. "I actually wish I looked a little more plain. I-" "Nonsense! You should never wish to be less beautiful. If neanderthals can't deal with the fact of how beautiful you are because you used to be a boy, that's their problem!" Beatrice chuckled. "You're right. You know it? You're right. This is a great shape. I'm slender but I've got a great rear and great tits. If they can't deal with it, to hell with them." "That's the attitude. And remember that a lot of us love you for what you are now. You're showing that a boy who becomes a girl can do just about anything." She gave Beatrice another hug then a kiss on her rosy cheek and then departed. It was a revelation for Beatrice. She desperately wanted to return to being Bart and had never seen that anything could come out of this but her humiliation. But now, she realized that she was a role model for the TG community. It was true. In no time at all, Kid Flash had become the the symbol of certain web sites and stores. In the gay and lesbian communities, sensitivity to TV and TG folks came to be symbolized by a graphic that started popping up everywhere which showed a somber faced Bart Allen in his Kid Flash uniform on the left and two blurred morphing images that ended in a smiling Beatrice Allen on the right. The letters "TG" didn't appear in the symbol nor did "transgender" or any other words. But it became the universal symbol of the TG community and support for it, boy Kid Flash becoming girl Kid Flash and apparently feeling pretty good about it. Even in the straight community, stickers and computer wallpapers with the morphing Kid Flash became popular. People were encouraged not to buy from stores or visit web sites that didn't show the super athletic boy becoming the gorgeous girl. If you logged onto the ESPN site, you saw a small picture of Bart becoming grinning Beatrice in the upper left corner. People magazine listed the boy version of Kid Flash as its 37th most beautiful person in its 50 Most Beautiful People list and chose the new girl version of Kid Flash as its 8th. The term "Kid Flash" became a slang phrase among club kids and college students meaning to make the best of the situation no matter what happens. Time and Newsweek both had half page articles about Bart's transformation. Time's almost seemed to be making fun of her, thought Beatrice and included a demeaning picture of her just after being transgendered with a look of embarassed shock on her face as she reached for her brand new breasts. Newsweek's picture was the ubiquitous image of the Bart Kid Flash face morphing into the Beatrice Kid Flash face with quotes from a reverand Chester Miles saying, "The boy was a force for good but he was bewitched into womanhood and shouldn't be running around showing off a sexual body like that." "What?!" Beatrice had snapped. "My little buns were just as visible when I was Bart!" The other was from Pat Jorgensen of SPoT, the Society for the Protectioin of the Transgendered saying "I don't see what the fuss is all about. Kid Flash was a wonderful boy. And now Kid Flash is a wonderful girl. And Central City Police statistics say she's been just as effective fighting crime without a penis as she was with one" Requests for interviews poured into Titans Tower. Tim Drake, Robin, told Kid Flash about all of them and she responded to a half dozen. The interviewers all gawked at five foot eight now, with a growth spurt, and 120 pound, Beatrice in her skin tight Kid Flash uniform. They all confessed to wondering if it had really happened, if a boy really had been made into a girl in just 30 seconds, right before the eyes of the world. But seeing Beatrice, they had to accept the reality of her condition. They all asked the same questions. How did it feel to change from a boy to a girl? Are you as fast as a girl as you were as a boy? Which do you prefer being, a boy or a girl? They all asked if Kid Flash would end up male or female and they all hesitantly tried to ask her about her sexual preferences as a boy and now as a girl. Knowing what a star she was in the gay and lesbian community, Beatrice accepted an interview from a gay magazine and from Curves, a lesbian magazine. The interview at the gay mag was fairly businesslike. The staff all seemed to feel tremendous pity for her. They had a poster of the old Bart Allen Kid Flash on the wall showing him in all his athletic glory sprinting through Central City and she could see them glance at it occasionally and then shake their heads looking at her with sorrow in their eyes. They all stared so intently, almost as if trying to imagine what her metamorphosis looked like. Some shuddered at the thought. But none of them really had any interest in the new body under the skin tight red and yellow uniform. The one at Curves was something else. Beatrice arrived at the prescribed time. There's not much excuse for tardiness when you have super speed. She was ushered into a large room in which the entire staff stood lining the walls. Beatrice was walked around the room by a petite raven haired woman who was the editor and introduced to every staffer. They were all women and every one looked her up and down, from head to toe, obviously trying to confirm for herself that Kid Flash really was a young woman now. It almost seemed to Beatrice as though they were suspicious, not pitying like the gay magazine staffers but wondering if they should really accept that Kid Flash was female, should really allow her into the female club. After that, the editor had Beatrice sit on a stool in the center of the room with the others still standing in a circle around her. It seemed to Beatrice to be a very poor choice of a seat. "It would have been too small even for Bart's little ass. Why make me sit on this?" But soon the interview began and she noticed how subtle the questions were. Some of them were straightforward. "Do you like being a girl?" "At first I hated it," said Beatrice pressing her hands to the sides of her hips and then one hand to the flat crotch of her Kid Flash uniform. "The changes were pretty significant and I only knew being a boy so I think I naturally hated having to adjust to how I'd changed." But as they continued, Beatrice realized that what the editor and the other women really wanted was to claim her as one of their own. They were looking for quotes about how she loved female bodies. They got very annoyed when, halfway through the interview, a UPS guy knocked on the door of the conference room saying, "Sorry, but one of you women has to accept this package," and the smile on Beatrice's face looking at the slender, athletic delivery guy in shorts made it clear she might be interested in a guy's package. Finally, she gave them the quote that appeared on the front page of their next issue along with a great photo of her in her Kid Flash uniform sprinting through downtown Central City. "I don't want the attentions of boys. The way they leer at me and try to pinch me is outrageous. I wear this skin tight uniform for a reason. It stands up to super speed running and doesn't impede me. But it's not an invitation to be animals. In this respect, I've always preferred girls." That was the quote on the cover of the next issue with the action picture of her in her Kid Flash uniform. "I've always preferred girls." After the interview was over, the editor ushered Beatrice into her office. "Regarding your trouble with boys" she said reaching into her desk. "The UPS boy? I suggest you try this," she said and held out a large curved plastic cylinder. It took Beatrice a moment to realize she was being offered a vibrator. She took it from the editor and examined it. "It's the newest model, the best there is," said the editor smiling, but suddenly it disappeared from Kid Flash's hands into thin air. "Where did it...?" Beatrice only smiled. "Oh. Right. Super speed. Well, here's another great feature of that model," she said holding up a piece of plastic about half the size of a business card and no thicker. "The control is wireless. For instance... low," she said pressing a finger to one end of a line in the middle of the control. Beatrice felt the vibrator start to hum inside her. A tingle started and grew inside her. "Mmmmmmmm. That's nice." "Yes, well, the next time you see a boy like that UPS delivery guy and start to have thoughts like you were obviously having about him, think of a beautiful woman and do that to yourself. Or, if the boy is really really intriguing, do this," she said and pressed her finger to the middle of the line. Beatrice felt the vibrator seem to double its speed and intensity. Her insides positively hummed along with the device now. "Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh... ooooooooooo... that's-that's reallllllly nice." "Or if you think you just won't be able to resist a boy, try . . this," the editor said with a gleam in her eye as she pressed the right side of the metallic line. Oh god! Beatrice bent over and leaned on a chair. This was unstoppable. This was irresistable. Without conscious choice she was rapidly flexing her hips back and forth. No one could endure much of this. It was too fantastic. In addition to vibrating, the device inside Kid Flash seemed to be giving off heat at specific locations that perfectly suited her. "P-please ssssst-t-top." With a smirk, the editor pressed a small circle to the side of the line and the vibrator stopped. With relieved exhales, Beatrice straightened up. "Who needs boys when you have this, hmmm?" Beatrice nodded just to be done with the matter. The editor gave her the thin control and suggested putting it under the wrist of her uniform. Beatrice removed one glove and with some effort squeezed it under the edge of her tight uniform. She thanked the editor and super sped off. At first, the vibrator seemed wonderful. After a night of super speed patrol of Central City, she went back to the apartment and brought herself to orgasm after orgasm. Only, contrary to the wishes of the editor of Curves, she didn't fantasize about a woman. She tried to but couldn't stop thinking of fellow Teen Titan Captain Marvel Jr. and then stopped trying to consider his dark wavy hair and gorgeous smile, his perfect lanky physique and the buns she liked best in the whole superhero pantheon. The neighbors in the next apartment didn't know what to make of the dozens of moans and delighted screams of "Oh, Junior! Junior!" Beatrice pleased herself with the vibrator that way for three straight evenings, and it was great, but gradually the emptiness of not being with another person started to make even the maximum setting seem like a slightly hollow sort of pleasure. It was the last day that Kid Flash went out patrolling with her vibrator inside her to use when taking short breaks that made her discard it. She had done a lot of super speed vibration of her molecules through objects that day. There had been a motorcade that she passed through invisibly so as not to get all the security guys frantic at the approach of a high speed object. And there had been an incident where she'd vibrated through a bridge abutment because some lunatic driver had weaved through traffic in an unexpected way. Somehow, the vibrator or its control or both had been affected, because she ran through the electromagnetic waves being sent by a woman in her car opening her garage door a house away and Kid Flash felt her vibrator kick in on low. She slowed her pace a bit and hit the off button and it stopped. But it was hardly the only time. For, as she sped down an interstate, the signals of the CB radios of truckers talking to each other were turning her vibrator on and off every few seconds. "Damn. That's the last time I use this thing," she vowed but also silently decided to keep it in to the end of the patrol as she could sort of see the humor in her, a superhero, having to deal with this. At least she could until she remembered that she had to deliver a message to Titans Tower. Robin, Tim Drake, had asked her to check and see if she, Kid Flash, could detect any sort of invisible wavelength of light being emitted from any location at the times of the recent broadcasts by the villain Slade threatening the City. She sped into Titans Tower looking for Robin but he was nowhere to be found. The first Titan she