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It had been 6 months since Kid Flash had been transgendered to being a supermodel shaped girl and, seven weeks later, back into his original body. He continued to make appearances on behalf of the TG community and to be a special hero to them. He did speaking engagements at schools and urged tolerance of unusual kids no matter what their backgrounds or interests or sexuality. He would tell them that, yes, he really had been a girl for that time. And, yes, after the initial adjustment it hadn't been that bad at all. The expressions of shock and distaste trying to imagine the same happening to them, on the faces of the boys, were amazing. But the furor and the novelty of the idea, that a prominent person, a superhero was or had been transgender was slowly wearing off and the situation being not so special was what most of the TG community really wanted anyway. Bart was still the butt of the occasional joke at Titans Tower, usually Beast Boy, Gar Logan would snicker out some lame remark "KF, dude! Even now that you've got your equipment back, do you sometimes feel, you know, not so fresh? Ahahahahahahahahaha!" "Dude! You could play on the PGA in the morning and the LPGA in the afternoon on the same day and whichever tournament you had a better score in, you could play through the final round in that one! Ahahahahahahahaha!" "KF! Dude! For you, masturbation is like doing it with the opposite sex! Ahahahahahahahaha!" Bart could only shake his head. "Seriously, KF, Dude, when you were a chick, did you think I was hot?" asked Beast Boy turning to give Bart a side and rear view. "No" "Jeez, you said that awful fast. Did you think any dudes were hot?" "Oh, yeah" "Oh man! You thought other dudes were hot! Ahahahaha!" Beast boy fell onto the floor laughing. "Hey! I wasn't a guy at the time and so what? Even if I had been, so what? For a guy who turns himself into a dozen different birds, snakes and mammals a day you're pretty worked up over what I went through, aren't you?" "Dude. I turn myself into a dozen different guy birds and guy snakes and guy mammals or didn't you notice?" "I can honestly say I've never noticed" "Well, Dude, I saw the pictures of you. If I'd been back here at the tower when you were chickified-" "Chickified?" "-I would certainly have noticed you. What a pair you had!" said Beast Boy touching Kid Flash's chest and then dissolving in laughter again. "And that ass! Ahahahahahahahaha". Kid Flash got up and left the room. Immediately outside he met Robin. "See what I worry about?" said Robin. "If he knew about me... " "We've just got to work him around to seeing things in a more enlightened way. He probably thinks any gay guy would be chasing him" "Nah, not him" chuckled Robin and Bart felt a hand run up and down his rear. "Any gay guy would chase you". Bart swatted Robin's hand away. "Hey, I sympathize. I don't empathize" "What's the difference?" "Sympathy's what you feel for what someone else goes through and empathy's when you feel the same thing yourself" "You really did read all those books in that Central City Library, didn't you?" Bart nodded. Life at Titans Tower felt into its normal rhythm. Bart was going through a growth spurt and was now five feet nine inches tall and up to a hundred thirty one pounds. He felt more powerful. He felt a growing sense of confidence in himself. This was how things should be. And he patrolled as much as ever, wanting to help people and be a role model at the same time. He was patrolling one afternoon, running invisibly along side a police cruiser, vibrating his molecules to be out of sight when a call came over the radio. [skrrrk] All Units. You're not gonna believe this one. Over [skrrrk] [skrrrk] There's a girl tied to the railroad tracks. Repeat. We've got a report of a girl tied to the railroad tracks down at the bullet train tracks off Fairfax Ave. Over [skrrrk] Bart took off accelerating almost instantly from the 40 miles an hour that car 32 had been traveling to a more fitting 4000 miles an hour. "Bullet train?" Bart sniffed. "That thing practically stands still". A half second later he was down by the bullet train tracks off Fairfax. Only... . there was no girl there. Bart stopped and looked around. Nothing. No one. The train was beeping its horn as it got into the outskirts of Central City. Bart zipped to a halt a few hundred yards in front of it on the tracks. So, where's the girl? He pondered a moment and remembered from the maps of Central City and the books of the City's history that another street, Madrid Ave, had been called Fairfax Lane until a couple years back. Maybe someone there called in a report and used the old name. The train was about to hit him when Bart sped off at super speed leaving only a faint red and yellow blur disappearing out of view to be seen by the bullet train's engineer. Sure enough, it was true. Around a long, slow curve of the track, there was Madrid Ave and there, wrapped in rope, was a pretty, chestnut haired girl tied to the tracks and with a gag over her mouth that she had almost bitten through. Bart sped to her side and in so doing stepped right on some oddly colored worm beside the track, squishing the guts of it out on his yellow boots. Oh well. Just a worm. Bart worked at the ropes. Damn! Whoever tied them had done an excellent job. Bart gave up trying to untie them and used his gloved hands like knifes, hitting the ropes with karate chops at just the right speed that his hands didn't pass right through the ropes but, instead, sliced through them like not knives through butter. The whole operation had taken a couple seconds and now the bullet train was bearing down on them. HONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNT!!!!! The train's warning horn sounded and Bart glanced at it. Still 20 feet away. No sweat. Out of the corner of his eye he'd seen the girl seeming to finish biting through her gag but hadn't paid any attention. All of a sudden, Bart was blinded. A tremendous charge went through him and Bart felt very strange. He staggered forward with the girl in his arms. He was dazed. Is she still in my arms? Yes. He could discern that much but not much more. His hearing seemed to be off, momentarily, too. He thought he could hear the bullet train passing behind him but the sound was oddly faint, till his hearing suddenly blasted back to normal and he could hear the end of the train zooming past behind him. Dust swirled around Bart and he wondered. "Did the train hit me? How could that train hit me? It only goes a hundred fifty miles an hour. How could something like that get close enough to hit me?" Bart coughed at the dust kicked up by the train. Maybe it hit my foot? Is there an electric feed line along the tracks that I touched? I didn't think so but... Bart tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He coughed some more. There was a job to do here. The girl probably needs treatment. I've got to get her to Central City Hospital. Bart searched his memory. He knew about Madrid Ave because he'd studied the maps of Central City. Even with his eyes closed he could run the route to Central City Hospital. So, he did. But there was something very odd about his running. Bart felt the wind across his bare knees as he ran. Uniform must've been torn by the hit from the damn train. And something was wrong with his super speed. He didn't seem to have his normal Kid Flash speed. Oh, he was running really fast but couldn't seem to get out of first gear. Bart wondered if it was fatigue, but that didn't seem right because the girl he was carrying seemed light as a feather and his super speed didn't make a 120 pound girl any easier for 131 pound Bart to carry. At last he entered the emergency room, his recollection of the hospital's layout being spot on and was able to flutter one eye half open. He had to close it right away for he still wasn't recovered from the charge and the blinding light at the bullet train track. He tried to speak to tell the doctor he could half glimpse about the girl but coughed and coughed and just lay her down on a gurney and ran out. Damn! He reproached himself for screwing that up. "You idiot!" he thought to himself. "A bullet train?! A freaking bullet train?! I can moonwalk as fast as the bullet train goes! That was pathetic!" Bart decided to go back to where the train was to see if there were any clues as to how he'd messed up. He still couldn't see except for an occasional squinting look at the road and he still felt as though his super speed just wasn't there. Oh, he could see from his glimpses of the road that he was going 75 or 100 miles an hour but, so what? Big deal. Bart got back to Madrid Ave and then down to the bullet train tracks just as his vision seemed to kick back in. He hesitantly opened one eye and inspected the tracks that way. There was nothing. There was nothing to explain what had happened, why he'd been hit with a huge electrical charge. Bart just started to open his other eye when, whooooosh! From out of the sky came Captain Marvel Junior, Bart's blue suited, red caped Teen Titans teammate. Junior landed oddly close to him, it seemed to Bart and then hugged Bart to his body. "Thank god you're okay!" he whispered in Bart's ear. That was odd, thought Bart. They were friendly toward each other but not the best of friends and Junior was hardly the emotional type who got all worked up at any rescue. Bart wanted to pull back but he felt so odd. And Captain Marvel Junior was so strong. Even though he had a slender waisted, six foot one, 170 pound physique, like a somewhat beefed up fashion model, he was easily stronger than Cyborg or Wonder Girl or any of the others. Bart had always been friendly with him, but why was he standing so close and holding me like that he wondered? Now, Junior pulled Bart's waist even tighter against him. "... !" Bart was speechless. It felt odd and so did Bart's body. And then Junior leaned in even closer. "It would devastate me if you were hurt with me so close by" he whispered and then rubbed his perfect nose on Bart's. That's it! thought Bart. This is too weird. What the heck's the matter with Junior? And when'd he get that much taller than me? Bart opened his mouth intending to straighten out the situation. But before he could, Junior turned his head to the side and Bart found Junior's lips over his and Junior's long tongue inside his mouth. "Mmmmmffffff!!" WHAT?!! What the heck's going on here? And before their lips had even parted, Bart felt Junior start to crouch. Oh no! He was going to leap into the air and fly. No! This was all too much. Bart started to vibrate his molecules, to flex his abs the way he always did to start his molecules vibrating. He would slip right through Junior's arms. Only... nothing happened. He didn't feel any of the usual sensation of his body humming with vibration. Nothing. And then, Whoosh! Bart was airborne hundreds of feet up in Junior's arms, the immediate landscape shrinking away, but not just rocketing up in one direction, Junior spun and looped and circled more fantastically than any aerial show pilot could, Bart's suddenly shoulder length hair flapping in the wind. What the... ?!! To keep from sliding down Junior's body and into a freefall, Bart squeezed tight. And what was there for arms clutching Junior's back to grip but his supernaturally muscular little ass. "Oh god" Bart grumbled to himself at the realization that the rock hard arcs he was squeezing for dear life were Junior's buns. "This is how I feel knowing that something good has happened to you, Mary" Junior whispered into Bart's ear. "Mary!? Mary!?" Bart's mind raced. Wait! Mary Marvel? The super powered girl of the Marvel family? Now it all made sense! That's why Junior seemed a bit extra taller. That's why I feel the wind across my bare legs and why I feel a skirt fluttering above them. It's why... . "Oh god. Those are-those are breasts, my breasts squeezed against his chiseled torso, aren't they? How-how did this happen to me? Abra Kadabra turned me back! He admired how I handled it being a girl before. Why-why would he do this to me again? Why?" Bart puzzled at what had happened to him as the landscape below approached and receded with Junior's dives and climbs. But what was not uncertain at all were Junior's feelings. He held "Mary Marvel" tight to him and pressed his cheek to hers. "I've missed you so much, Mary. I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you in front of... him. I regret every punch I threw, even in self-defense. I'm sure if he had more time he'd realize how we both feel, right?" "Yes." Bart whispered not knowing what else to say. His super strong Teen Titans teammate was holding him in his arms like Bart was the love of his life. Bart could feel one of Junior's hands on the girl's rear that was now his. His thoughts were a whirl of worries, not wanting to be Junior's squeeze but not wanting to embarrass Junior either. Part of not wanting to embarrass Junior with the revelation that he really held Bart in his arms was the surprising realization that Junior's embrace felt... good. It felt warm. The affection in his touch was unmistakable. He really cared for her. This was a Captain Marvel Junior that Bart had never seen. Junior had always been completely businesslike, completely dedicated. Between him and Robin it was hard to say who seemed to have the least life outside of fighting crime. Junior had once said something vague to Kid Flash about being at odds with Captain Marvel but never anything about Mary Marvel. The animosity seemed to be very deep. Bart recalled that Junior wouldn't even refer to him by name. What part had Captain Marvel had in keeping Junior away from Mary Marvel, Bart wondered. And then, as Junior started to swoop low and seemed to be heading for a specific location on the outskirts of Fawcett City, an explanation for his plight suddenly occurred to Bart. That girl on the tracks! She looked kind of like the photos I've seen of Mary Marvel! She was saying something through her gag just a millisecond before I reached her. That flash of light... it was the lightning bolt to turn her into Mary Marvel! It hit me instead! It made me into Mary Marvel! "Oh god, why does this stuff happen to me?" Bart wondered to herself as Junior now flew over the rolling hills outside Fawcett City and planted a kiss on Bart's cheek. Bart sighed. Okay, it felt good. He's got really nice lips. Still, I've got to figure out a way out of this! Bart remembered that all the Marvels had a code word that magically transformed them back and forth from their secret identities to their super powered selves. Junior was, what was it? Oh yeah, Freddy Freeman. That was his name, Freddy Freeman. Junior said some magic word and he became this kid with the same face but a comparatively scrawny body and a bad leg that had him always using a crutch. Bart remembered seeing Junior once one a street corner as that Freddy Freeman and then as Junior a minute later. Junior hadn't known that Bart had seen him. What the heck was the word? Sh-sh... something! "Shizzle!" Bart mumbled trying that word. Nothing happened. "Um... shampoo?" Nothing again. "Shalomar" "Shalom?" "Sureshot?" "Shoeshine?" "Shinola?" "Sha... Shazam?" "No, wait!" thought Bart. "That's it! Shazam. Beast Boy had joked about that one. Bart remembered him giggling that it was like Mxzyptlk. If you tricked a Marvel into saying Shazam, they turned back into a regular person" Bart knew that was the word. She took a deep breath. "Shazam!" she said on Junior's muscular shoulder. But nothing happened. There was a kind of a flash of light and mild electrical shock but that was it. Bart could tell that she was still a girl as they were swooping down on a resort area in the hills outside Fawcett City. "Maybe my being a Flash is messing it up" guessed Bart. "Our powers are all sort of electrically triggered. Barry Allen and Wally West got theirs by lightning bolts hitting shelves of chemicals at the police lab. Huge surges of electricity are like solvents that make our speed powers work or allow them to be transmitted. Maybe my speed powers interact with the lightning bolt and don't let it work its Marvel mojo and change me back" But Bart's ruminations about being female again were cut short by Junior suddenly slowing his flight and almost stopping in mid-air. "Oh no. Him" Bart heard Junior say dejectedly and immediately started wondering who Junior could possibly be fearful of. Was it some supervillain? Bart tried to recall the various supervillains against whom the Marvels had fought. Or maybe it was a Justice League nemesis. Or maybe... . She craned her neck around to see and saw only a red speck flying right at them. Like a missile homing in on its target, the red speck got closer and closer and larger and larger till Bart realized who it was. Captain Marvel. He stopped just 10 feet from them hovering in mid air just as they were. Bart stared. He was huge. Junior was like a model plucked off the runway in Milan, every bit of fat burned off him and then 15 or 20 pounds of muscle added. Captain Marvel had a completely different physique, powerful legs, torso, shoulders, arms... everything. He was like an NFL lineman or a power lifter toned till he didn't have a drop of fat on him. He was easily six foot five and 290 pounds. And he was mad. He was snarling mad, his beady eyes squinting, his face contorted with anger. The next step would've been steam rising off his head past his short cropped hair. "What the HELL do you think you're doing? What did I tell you, Freddy?!" he bellowed at Junior. "Billy. We want to be together. You can't keep us apart." "Put her down, now!" Captain Marvel said, advancing to just a few feet from them and Bart saw Junior sigh with a slight shake of his head and then felt them descending to the edge of an empty parking lot outside a boarded up strip mall below. As they did, Bart noted to herself. "So, Junior's name is Freddy and Captain Marvel's is Billy" But there were more immediate problems than secret identities. For as soon as they landed, Junior put her down. The instant she was out of Junior's hands, Captain Marvel advanced on him and grabbed Junior's uniform collar lifting him off the ground. "What'd I tell you the last time we saw each other, Freddy? What'd I tell you?" Captain Marvel shouted Junior said nothing, only looked him in the eyes from his suspended position a foot up. "I told you to stay away from my sister. Didn't I?" he shouted through gritted teeth "Wait! I'm his sister?" said Bart to herself. "I know what you said, Billy. But I didn't come to Fawcett City" "What?! That's a lie!" Captain Marvel nearly spit in Junior's face. And now Junior slowly shook his head. "You can't do this Billy. I won't fight you but I won't back down, either" With that, the red clad giant tossed Junior into the air a few feet, wound up and smashed Junior on the jaw sending him flying a hundred feet away into a stand of oaks beside the abandoned strip mall. Junior's body snapped off three oaks in a row at 15 feet high and he fell to the ground. "Oh my god! Junior!" shrieked Bart. But Junior gathered himself beside the base of the third one and leaped back toward Captain Marvel and Mary Marvel. But he didn't attack still seething with rage Captain Marvel. He stopped short to just stand before him again. To Bart's surprise, he was a little dirty and had some chips of oak in his wavy hair but he didn't seem to be seriously hurt. "I fought you before Billy. You know I can, but I won't. Is Mary a possession for us to fight over? Is that all she is?" "Why you!" the red giant picked Junior up by the collar again and squeezed tight. "I love her, Billy. If you wallop me a hundred times I'll just keep getting up. I haven't had a day out of Fawcett City that I haven't thought of her." Captain Marvel cocked his fist threateningly. "Could you really do that, Billy? Could you beat me to death because of how I feel? Is that the sort of person you really are?" "Don't talk about me, Junior!" "Why shouldn't I? That's what this is all about isn't it? I know you want the best for Mary. And I don't think you wish me ill, either. You saved my life when I was a kid. You taught me the ropes in this business. You were my big brother. But somewhere along the line, fighting to protect people from Black Adam, Sabbac and Sivana and all of them, fighting to control them, you started trying to control everyone. You can't Billy. You can't. Tell him Mary. Tell him how you feel" Junior and Captain Marvel both turned to Bart whom they thought was really Mary Marvel. What could she say? One response and there was no fight. Anything else and Captain Marvel would try to beat Junior to death. "I-I love him, Billy" whispered Bart. Captain Marvel first relaxed the grip on Junior's collar and then let him down so that he stood on his own feet. But all the while he stared at Bart/Mary. "Mary? Do you mean that? I told you what kind of kid he was" "Billy!" Junior protested. "That was more than 60 years ago that I was an irresponsible kid trying to see how many girls I could kiss. More than 60 years ago" Captain Marvel started turning angrily toward Junior but Bart stopped him. "You have to let us do what we want, Billy. I appreciate your concern but I don't need to be protected from... from Freddy" Captain Marvel pulled Bart to him hugging her tight. Bart was awed by how powerful his red clad body seemed. "I-I just wanted to protect you, Mary. You know that" "I know" warbled Bart. "Maybe... . maybe I went a little far but you know what my motives were" "I know" Bart chirped, surprised to find herself almost teary with the emotion of the moment. Captain Marvel stepped apart from her. "If you need my help in any way, you know where to find me, sis" Bart nodded. He turned to Junior. "Don't let me find that you mistreated her or you'll end up as a blue patch of pavement on the interstate through Fawcett City" Junior nodded. "And, if you need help, Freddy, you know where to find me, too" Junior nodded. "Thanks, Billy" Captain Marvel gave a little wave and then leaped off, flying at his top speed so that he was out of sight in just a few seconds. Junior was immediately at Bart's side holding her to him and then turning her toward him and kissing her. They were still locked in an embrace seconds later when she felt Junior crouch slightly and then leap into the air carrying her with him, spinning looping and flying about in complete joy. Bart returned the kiss. She had no choice. And as she did she wondered about the confrontation she'd just seen. So, Captain Marvel was keeping Junior away from his sister Mary Marvel. And that's why Junior left Fawcett City and spent some time with the Teen Titans. He'd been exiled from Fawcett and exiled from the girl he wanted by the guy to whom he owed his life. No wonder he'd been all business. But what if the real Mary Marvel didn't love him? What did I just do to the situation? Bart sighed in despair. "I've gotta get out of this!" But Bart was held tight in the arms of the strongest teenager on the planet and that teenager had extremely amorous intentions toward the girl that Bart was. It was at that moment that Junior swooped down and flew right into the open window of an end unit time share condominium. "Here we are, dearest" said Junior with a smile as he gracefully landed on the living room floor and put Bart down gently. "It's no palace but Titans West out in L.A. has a benefactor who paid for a dozen places like this around the country for us to use to unwind away from the superhero business" Bart wondered what he could tactfully say to his powerful teammate but before he could decide, Junior took Bart in his arms and kissed her, his mouth covering hers and his tongue snaking around Bart's again. "Mmmmmfffff!" Bart first wanted to cry out but it actually felt okay, well, pretty good even. Contrary to his all business image, Junior was quite a kisser. And what a body. Bart felt the muscles of Junior's back, like steel cables yet warm and flexible. Bart marveled at what a "V" shape his back was! And his skin had a pleasant scent to it. It wasn't cologne or aftershave. Did Junior even shave? It was his skin and the smell was very nice. "I know you're nervous about the whole situation, but I'll make it all right, Mary" Junior promised, hugging her to him and rubbing his cheek on hers. "I'll even show... him. I'll show... him that I'm the right guy, that I'm good enough. I'm not the jock that I was as Freddy. I've grown. I-I'm not a hothead. I only help people. I-I save lives and it feels great. It feels great to do the things that I do. It does. Honest to god, Mary. The joy I get from it is so pure. If he patrolled with me. If he knew how things are. You-you understand, don't you?" said Junior and he held Bart/Mary so that they looked into each other's eyes. What could she say? He was asking for a thumbs up or down on everything that he was. And Bart had always thought only the best of Junior. "I-I understand" Bart warbled, surprised at the feminine but still strong sound of her new voice. "And the only thing greater is my feeling for you" said Junior and again he kissed Bart. This time, Bart's mind wasn't racing with thoughts of escape but focusing on Junior, on Junior's body. As their tongues intertwined over and over Bart ran her hands up and down Junior's sides. He always had the best body on the team. A part of Bart wondered what the heck he was doing groping the body of a male teammate. But female Bart was instinctively drawn to Junior's incredible, masculine shape and the affection in his touch, the love, was like a current jumping across the gap between them though there weren't many gaps at all now. And Bart felt Junior's slender but powerful fingers roaming over her flesh. It was just a few kisses and embraces now, but Bart remembered this feeling from being a female Kid Flash and making love to a male model. Bart remembered how a girl could have erotic zones all over her and get the most wonderful sexual charge out of a touch or a lick at seemingly innocuous spots. It was now or never. Junior was in love with her. And Junior was not going to be able to easily calm down, now. As he squeezed her to him, Bart could feel Junior's erection at the front of his uniform. Oh my god. That! That is gonna go into me?! Bart had a flash of recollection of the time the Titans had had to go to S.T.A.R. Labs for a precautionary radioactivity decontamination. It was one of the missions when Junior had been with them. A villain's hideout had blown up. They'd all been taken the high pressure shower together, all the guys. Cyborg's and Beast Boy's jaws had nearly hit the floor at the sight of Junior's organ. Their giggles at Tim Drake had caught in their throats and they stared openly as Junior went to and from the ultra high pressure water blasts. And then Junior started caressing Bart's pert round breasts and worries about anything disappeared like wisps of smoke in a breeze as Bart delighted in the waves of tingling pleasure she was feeling from Junior's attention. Bart scarcely noticed till she'd been put down on the bed that Junior had picked her up and started tearing his uniform off after he'd torn hers from her. She squeezed his bare hips as he crouched over her, a hand at each side of him and started down past his washboard abs at it. And somehow it didn't repulse or frighten or disgust her. It was impressive and it was Junior, the wonderful young man who showed such affection to her, however misguidedly. Maybe it was the affection in his every touch. Maybe it was that Bart was physically a girl and what girl wouldn't love to be in bed with Junior. Whatever the cause, Bart kissed Junior back nearly as lustily as Junior kissed her. Bart did everything back nearly as lustily as Junior did it to her. Bart woke the next morning feeling wonderful, a smile on her face. But quickly that smile became a frantic expression of panic. "Where am I?" she wondered and, of more immediate importance, "Why's there a guy underneath me?! A freaking guy?!?!!!!!" While her heart rate soared and her pulse raced, Bart recalled the events of the previous day and that the gorgeous naked guy underneath her was Captain Marvel Junior and that Bart, herself, was no longer a guy but inhabited the body of Mary Marvel due to intercepting the lightning bolt that was intended to change her. Bart recalled all the other events of the day and also of the night. She gulped. "Oh crap! I'm a girl again! And I made love to a Titans teammate! A MALE Titans teammate!!... . a half dozen times over!!!" And it was freaking great. She went limp with a feeling of a loss of her own identity, only slowly pulling out of it after a few long slow breaths. But with those breaths came recognition that Junior smelled really nice. And it felt really good just to feel Junior's skin. Even not sexually, just touching him. Bart knew that his 30th century upbringing, detached from most human contact, had made him desire contact as reassurance as security. She sighed. Junior's skin was incredible, so dewy soft and with perfect peaches and cream coloring from head to toe. She could vouch for that after the events of the previous evening. Head to toe. She sighed. With one ear pressed to his chest she could hear his heart beating. What a powerful heart he must have, thought Bart remembering from a book he'd devoured in a few seconds at Central City Library that the strongest hearts beat slower at rest because they push blood through the body so easily. She counted the beats of his heart. The rate put Junior off the charts of the table in that book, past the rate that had been labeled "Olympic condition". Bart assessed her position atop him. She could feel the peach fuzzy hair on Junior's calf with the rub of one foot. His thigh against hers was nearly equally hairless. That was Junior's hand on one side of her widened rear. She could feel his coarse short hairs at the other side of her hips and from there up to her navel, it. She opened one eye and looked down her side at "it". "How did that ever fit in me?" Bart wondered. And she remembered one of the things they'd done. Oh my god. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She looked at "it" again. It doesn't seem possible! Her speculation was interrupted by Junior taking a deep breath, raising and lowering her with it and his hand at her hip only partly consciously rubbing Bart's new feminine contours before settling on a vigorous rub of the very top of the cleft of her new glutes. Bart's eyes went wide. Mmmmmmmmm. She felt Junior's other arm wrap tight around her back and she felt Junior kiss the top of her head. His chest rose with another full breath. And another part of him rose. As worry was rising up within her, Bart felt Junior lift her hundred twenty pounds into the air into a sitting position atop him with just a flick of each wrist. She came down not on top of "it" but on the very top of his thighs with her crotch pressed against the base of "it". Bart's mind was a whirl. I shouldn't do this. Did that really fit in me? God, he's cute! His skin feels so good. This is wrong. What incredible affection he has for her. It feels so great to receive that from him. Before the battle among Bart's male reluctance to make love to Junior, her growing female desire to make love to Junior, her reluctance to somehow trick Junior and her mouth watering delight in the intensity of Junior's affection could be resolved, Junior gave her a push forward, just a finger from each hand to her rear and Bart found herself practically jumping at his face. "Ohhhh!" Bart chirped and then "Mmmmmmffff", her mouth was caught, her lips in a perfect French kiss by his. Bart thought, for a moment, to resist, but found the little fingers of both her hands entwined with his and... it felt good. Really good. Before another conscious thought crossed her mind, Bart was eagerly kissing Junior. Five minutes later she was grinning at him as she slid slowly onto it, surprising herself that she could accept all of him. And 10 minutes after that she was whipping one hand back and forth in imitation of a rodeo rider successfully riding a longhorn. "Yeehaw!!" she shouted over and over looking down at a grinning Junior. After that time and another time, from behind, they showered and dressed. In the shower, Bart tried to figure what to do. "I can't resist him" Bart realized. "I just can't. And every time we do it I feel less and less reluctance. But it's wrong. It's wrong. Even if I concede that he's beautiful and I should want to screw him" said Bart to herself as if debating with another person in conceding Junior's beauty to the growing female part of her personna, "even if I concede that, it's wrong because I'm not who he thinks I am" But Bart was at a complete loss for how to get out of the situation. So, when Junior, now dressed in his uniform and cape told Mary Marvel that he had some things to take care of at Titans Tower and asked if she'd like to come along, she immediately accepted. Maybe someone can help me, Bart reasoned. Junior didn't even let her fly herself, because he knew the way there and she didn't was his explanation. Bart guessed that Junior just wanted to hold her and to have her feel the power of his body as he leaped and flew. At Titans Tower, Junior introduced her to Starfire, Wonder Girl and Raven. Bart was cheerful and deferential to all them. She was a little worried about the way Raven looked at her, though. She raised one eyebrow after their introduction and never seemed to lower it while looking at "Mary Marvel". "Does she know?" Bart wondered. "God, what a horrible and ridiculous thing if she knows" But none of the guys had any inkling. Robin was super polite as always. Beast Boy made a completely inappropriate joke about two Marvels dating being inbreeding and then suggested under his breath that if she got tired of Junior to see him. Cyborg was polite but his mouth immediately curled in a dismissive smile. Bart even thought to ask them where their speedster, Kid Flash was and was told that he was back in Central City. Bart got a tour of the facilities, a look in everyone's quarters including Raven's which was even creepier than when he'd last been inside and a rundown of the financing for the group and Titans Tower which Bart already knew but professed to be hearing for the first time. An hour later, invited to the roofside pool on a steaming hot day, Bart sat poolside by the Olympic pool on the roof of Titans Tower in a skimpy white bikini of Starfire's in a lounge chair alongside Starfire and Wonder Girl all watching Captain Marvel Junior swim laps and practice trick dives. He wore only a tiny blue speedo with a yellow lightning bolt at the crotch. One of his abilities was to have his uniform take any shape he wanted, 3 piece suit, ski parka and pants or a little spandex speedo, anything he wanted but it would be that same shade of blue as his normal uniform and it would prominently feature a lightning bolt. He swam lap after lap at a blistering pace and then did some spectacular dives. Bart saw Kory and Cassie admiring Junior out of the corner of her eye and was startled to find herself feeling a delight that had an element of possession to it. My man! She looked away to one side and forced a couple deep breaths. Gotta get a hold of myself. Gotta get a hold of myself. It was looking away to one side that enabled her to see a superbly toned calf muscle and a green shoe. Robin. Bart excused herself from the other girls and made her way over to the pillars by the elevator entrance to the roof. Robin hadn't noticed her, he was so entranced in looking at his young Apollo of a teammate clad in a meager speedo. "Hi Robin" Bart said softly. Robin nearly jumped out of his skin. "Jeez! Don't sneak up on me like that, Marvel Girl" "Sneak up on you? I was almost in the open. What are you doing?" Robin was flustered. Um, I was just watching... um, doing some isometrics against the pillar here" "No you weren't" Now, Robin really looked panicked. "I... I... I gotta go" he finally stammered out and started for the elevator. But Bart followed. "Gotta go do what?" "I-I have... uh... research to do... all kinds of research... who's... uh... who're the corporate straw men who owned those warehouses Slade was using" said Robin avoiding eye contact as he jumped into the now open elevator and quickly pushed a button. "I thought Captain Marvel Junior already did that on the computer this morning?" smiled Bart as she jumped in and rode with him. She could see that this annoyed him and that he barely hid that fact at all. "I'm riding down to the level of my room, Miss Marvel. You really should press another button for another floor" They reached that floor and Robin strode quickly out of the blue and stainless steel elevator. Bart followed him. "Miss Marvel?!" She grabbed his collar as he was continuing to walk away and spun him around. "Call me Bart" she said. Robin blinked. "What?!" "Robin. I know what you were doing up there. And the reason I do is because I'm really Bart" Both parts were too much for Robin. "What are you... I-I told you, I wasn't doing anything up there. I-" "You were scooping out Junior. I know you were. You told me that it's the way you swing. I'm Bart" Robin shook his head. "What... ?!" "I'm really Bart Allen inside this body, somehow, Timmy" "Hey! How do you-" "I know because you told me, because you told Bart Allen. I was rescuing a girl yesterday. Just before I got to her, just before a train would've run her over, she mumbled something past her gag. She must've been Mary Marvel or the civilian version of her. Anyway, I was going so fast, to try and get to her before the train, that I got there between her finishing her magic word and a lightning bolt hitting her. It-it hit me instead. It turned me into Mary Marvel. I-" "Soooooooooo... you're really Kid Flash under that girl flesh?" "Actually, I-I am this girl flesh. I really am a girl... -sigh- again" "Yeah, again. Is there something about you that makes you turn into a girl twice now when it doesn't happen to anybody else?" "Hey! Not fair. I was just a victim of circumstance, twice now" "You're really Bart, huh?" "Yeah" "Then explain the other part of what you said earlier" "The part about you being gay?" "Shhh!!!" Robin angrily put a finger to her lips as he slammed Bart into the wall and looked around them in the hallway outside his quarters. Bart could not help but smile slightly. "You told me in the warehouse district of Central City when I was a female Kid Flash last year. You said it made you feel a lot better to tell someone, that you'd wanted to tell Batman but hadn't ever felt you could" "Allright, come in here" said Robin pressing the number code to his room's door and then pulling Mary Marvel in with him. "It's bad enough that you trade in your dick again, but do you know what you're doing to Junior? Do you know what a rotten trick you're playing on him? He thinks you're his girl" "I know. I'm-I'm trying to get out of it. But I tried the magic word and everything only nothing happened." "Nothing happened?" "Shazam! See? Nothing" "How can nothing happen? That's how Junior said his powers worked" "I don't know" Bart moaned. "I sort of wonder if it's not working because I was a Flash and not a normal person" "Well you've gotta do something. The way he is around you. He's-he's gonna want some sexual healing and pronto" Bart sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, about that..." "You didn't?" "Yeah... I did" "Are you nuts?!" Robin shouted angrily. "And I thought I was the one who'd do something stupid for a hot guy. Are you crazy or something, Bart? You're leading him on completely unfairly. Hell, I don't know how any girl could take that thing of his anyway, but why would you do it when you know it's so wrong?" "I didn't mean to! I think he hadn't seen her in months and months. He's just completely in love with her and as soon as he saw me he took me in his arms and started kissing me. I didn't even realize that I was a girl right away. I couldn't understand why Junior was holding me like that. And when I started to say something to him, his lips were on mine right away. It-it felt... . he's a really good kisser. There was this big confrontation with Captain Marvel himself. There was gonna be a huge fight. Junior declared his love for me and I... -sigh- I had to say the same to prevent Captain Marvel from going nuts in overprotective mode. Besides, I'm physically a girl now, Tim and it makes me... receptive to certain things." "Did it make you receptive to his thing? I mean, my god, I thought the guy would have to get reduction surgery to do it with a girl" Bart smiled. "No. I... he's a tight fit but maybe it's a Marvel thing, because he was fine for me, at both ends" "Wait! You're kidding! I'm the gay guy in the group but you've sucked the biggest dong in this hemisphere?" "It wasn't a plan, Tim. It just happened" "He just happened to get you to?" "He didn't get me to do anything, Tim. He wouldn't. We'd already made love five times and I-I was feeling this giddy girlish lust for him and- " "Didn't... didn't you feel wrong accepting his attention? Don't get me wrong. I wish I could get my hands on his bubblicious booty but, jeez, Bart" "Yeah, but every hour that I'm a girl I feel more, well, more like a girl. You've gotta believe me that he didn't give me a chance to tell him at first and... ." "And what?" Bart smiled. "The-the love was incredible. It felt so good" "Yeah, I bet it was incredible with the gigantic-" "No, not his... . -sigh-... . the feeling... the feeling was incredible, the affection he was sending my way. It was lust but it was more than that. I-I never felt that before. It was mind-blowing. Every time his skin touches mine there's a charge. The way he looks at me... ! The way he speaks to me... the tone of his voice! You can see it, can't you? It's such a rush!" "Bart! It's a feeling he has for Mary Marvel! For the girl in that body, not for you in that body!" "I know! I know! I'm trying to figure a way out of this" Robin's suggestion was that they check the computer for any extra info it had about the Marvels in general and Mary Marvel in particular. One way to the computer center at Titans Tower went past the weight room. Robin and Mary Marvel were striding briskly through the stainless steel and navy blue room of both standard and high tech workout equipment as Cyborg was finishing up a set of clean and jerks using the special magnetic plate barbell. It had no weights, only magnetic plates the size of dinner plates that could be adjusted to mimic the mass of huge weights in the force required to separate them from powerful magnets constructed into the floor. Cyborg let out a bellow of rage in the effort to clean and jerk 1000 pounds. Somehow it struck Bart as being a bit theatrical. Cyborg was always doing that in the workout room, playing the part of the jock like that. Mary Marvel stopped beside him and looked at the digital display on the floor. "A thousand pounds?" she sniffed. "Yeah, a thousand pounds" he panted with a quizzical expression as if to say, "What's wrong with that?". "Well, you're a good athlete" said Mary Marvel. "A good athlete knows his limitations" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. I think it's good that you don't try lifting dangerous weights. I suppose this was just a leg day and not an upper body day, so there's no sense in pushing it, right?" Robin had almost exited the room but had now turned around and come back to them. He could see what was coming. "I'd like to see you do half as much little girl" "I'd be embarrassed if I only did half again that much" deadpanned Mary Marvel. "How do you set these things?" she asked of the magnets in the floor, knowing full well how they were set. "Here" said Cyborg. "Half again, huh?" he smiled and dialed the weight up to 1500 pounds. "I'll set it at fifteen hundred. There's no worries because you won't be able to even move it" Mary Marvel smiled and stepped past him. She squatted in front of the bar, took it in her two dainty hands and then, to the utter shock of Cyborg, cleaned and jerked the weight, lifting it overhead with perfect form and only a mild grunt. "Your turn!" she said as she put the bar back down on the floor. "I can't lift that much" "You can't do as much as a girl?" "You're hardly the normal girl" "That's funny. I talked to Kid Flash and he said when he was turned into a girl that you didn't care that he still had super speed. You didn't think he should be with the team just because he was a girl. He was really pissed at you. Probably still is" "Look, I apologized to Kid Flash, little girl-" As this Mary Marvel knew, he hadn't. "Seeing as I could kick your ass, how 'bout you call me miss?" "Now look, bitch!" "Um, no, boopsie. You're the bitch if you can't lift more than a thousand pounds with all that attitude you put out" Cyborg walked up to her till he stood practically over her, six foot four and 270 pounds to her five foot seven and 120. "We've got a series of combat simulation rooms here in the underground levels, you know" "Really? So... you want me to teach you some manners, is that it?" Cyborg chuckled. "I thought you Marvels were always prim and proper and everything. So, yeah, why don't you teach me some manners" Mary Marvel did. The three of them went down to the combat rooms in the underground levels. Robin stayed out of the way in the observation deck and Mary Marvel kicked Cyborg's ass over and over. To his surprise, she seemed to know all his usual fighting moves, how he wanted to rush an opponent and scoop them to one side and how he would let an opponent jab waiting for a mistake to be made whereupon he would wrestle that opponent into a surrender. None of it worked against her. But working against him more than that was that she was stronger and faster than him. As Kid Flash, Bart had always beat Cyborg to the punch in combat sims. Now, as Mary Marvel, Bart couldn't necessarily beat him to the punch but she was much stronger than Cyborg. She threw him all over the padded room, thrashing him till he didn't get up and challenge her any more. She left Cyborg a bruised and slightly bloodied heap on the padded floor in one corner of the room after having thrown him over her head against the 15 foot high wall for the third time. To add to his wounded body that afternoon, Cyborg had to contend with Captain Marvel Junior who was livid that Cyborg would choose to fight against a female and specifically his girl. "How could you choose to hit a woman?! How could you do that?" "It didn't matter what I was choosing, Junior! I didn't hit her anyway" But Junior wasn't in the mood for glib answers. He was that close to serving Cyborg his second can of whupass, Marvel style, of the day. The situation was only defused by Robin ushering him away. Feeling extra protective toward Mary Marvel only seemed to increase the intensity of Junior's ardor for her, Bart decided. She tried to find a way to stay apart from him that evening. But he located her in Robin's room and there was just no tactful way to refuse to go with him back to his room. Bart gave a last look over her shoulder at Robin as she left his room. Robin was pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek again and again. Bart shot him an angry look. But late that night, Robin was curious and went by the door to Captain Marvel Junior's room. The soundproofing of the high tech rooms was very good but not perfect. With his ear to the wall where he knew a utility conduit was located and insulation, therefore, not as thick, Robin could faintly hear his pal Bart's feminine screams of joy. "Yes! Yes! Yessss! Give me all you've got! Yesssss! Yesssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Junior!" Robin smiled as he walked quietly away. "Bart... .!" he laughed to himself picturing his pal with his once hypermasculine slender runner's physique being pushed around a bed by Junior and loving it. He saw Bart the next morning in the huge kitchen. Bart was wrapped in a thick Teen Titans bathrobe. "How was your night?" smiled Robin "It was... -sigh-... it was so great I can't resist it any more. You've gotta help me. I can't do this to him. I've gotta change back, but I need help" "Well" Robin sighed. "I have to admit a certain sympathy for a guy who wants to have a cock again." Bart smiled. "And I'd rather see Kid Flash's buns around this place than Mary Marvel's. Female hips, ugh." Robin called for a full team practice that morning in the combat simulation room. Auxiliary member Captain Marvel Junior was required to take part as well to coordinate his talents with those of his teammates. While Junior was occupied working out with the rest of the team, practicing maneuvers and coordinating their fighting together, Bart, as Mary Marvel, flew from Titans Tower to Central City Hospital to check on the girl who should have become Mary Marvel. Bart didn't trust her control of the flying at first. She flew a half mile away. Then she flew a few miles. Then she flew 20 miles. Then, feeling accustomed to controlling her power of flight, of the air rushing past her bare legs and through her long tresses, she flew all the way to Central City. With a sort of superhero noblesse oblige, she just walked right into the intensive care unit and check on the girl. She was still in a coma but the nurses told Mary Marvel that there had been some mild upticks in her brainwave activity and vital signs, the sorts of upticks that often preceded someone coming out of it. Bart had smiled and offered her thanks to the nurses for that great news. But outside, in the air flying back to Titans Tower, she was in a decidedly different mood. "If she wakes up, she'll contact Junior's alter ego. She'll leave a voice mail or an email message for him and the shit will hit the fan. I've got to find a way out of this now" And just on the outskirts of the City, just a minute from Titans Tower, a sight spurred an idea in Bart's pretty little head. There, amid suburbia rushing by so fast as to be a blur was the site of a car accident. An SUV had slammed into a utility pole. The driver lay on the pavement being attended to by EMT's, her cell phone still clutched in her hand just as it had been at the moment of the accident. Off to the other side of the SUV, a power line lay on a driveway, shooting sparks every few seconds. Bart swooped down in her Mary Marvel dress. She'd guessed a few times that it was the fact that she was Kid Flash, that her super speed powers had been so electrically interactive that had messed up the lightning bolts. But now she wondered what would happen if she already had a charge going through her, if she something could loosen the super speed powers that she couldn't even access any more, and let the Marvel lightning bolt do its work. While everybody was watching the EMT's and the cell phone wielding driver, Mary Marvel bent down and picked up the spark spitting power cable. Bart reasoned that she probably had extra resistance to electric charge as the super powerful girl she was now. She took a deep breath trying to figure out just how to do this, to take enough charge to so unsettle herself that super speed powers would come loose from her dominant Mary Marvel identity and also leave herself enough control to say "Shazam!". She let out another sigh and hesitantly pressed the exposed copper cable to her palm just as she shouted "Shazam!" ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT Bart shook uncontrollably through spasms of first the charge from the power line then a lightning bolt from the sky. Bart tried to drop the cable. His mind was scrambled by all the electricity coursing through him and finally it just dropped out of his open red glove. Bart stumbled, gasping, away from the live power line and looked down while he caught his breath. Kid Flash uniform? Red gloves, yellow boots, body suit and not a dress anymore? Check. Bart Allen's body? Long legs, small waist, 30th century guy's package, wider shoulders and stronger looking upper body? Check. And the moment Bart had his wits about him again, he tried super speeding off. Check again. In a second he was in Central City, objects becoming a horizontal blur beside his tremendous travel. In another second, Bart had the girl from the intensive care unit in his arms. And she was slowly moving, groaning, coming out of it. Another second later he was laying her down as gently as he could on the same driveway as the power line. He then sped off to Titans Tower. He was beside Captain Marvel Junior a split second later. "Junior! Quick! You've got to come with me! It's Mary Marvel, I think. I think she's hurt. Something with a power line" Junior wanted to leap and fly but Bart knew he could run it faster. He couldn't easily lift 170 pound Junior but he only had to for a half second. Then he was putting him down on the driveway beside the real Mary Marvel in her civilian identity. Junior forgot that Kid Flash even existed with the sight of his beloved lying there hurt. Bart's plan worked perfectly. A minute later, the girl groaned and called out "Shazam!". She was immediately stronger and well. To Junior's chagrin, she professed to have forgotten all the events since being on the track in front of the bullet train. She had forgotten all their professions of love, all their time together. But Junior loved her and was more than willing to work to rebuild their relationship. To Bart's delight, Mary Marvel felt the same about Junior. She had been traveling to see him, unable to live by the restrictions of Captain Marvel any longer, when she'd been ambushed by one of the Marvels' villains, Mr. Mind and somehow tied to the railroad track. Junior and Mary Marvel married. They had 3 kids, all of them looked marvelous.