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Super Powers By Celeste Ann Taylor Intro Jezerek and Tolqid looked down on Earth as they selected a suitable candidate to become the inheritor of vast super powers. They needed to create a successor to the recently defeated Space Minx, who had been beaten in battle by the Time Harlot herself. The two focused in on the females of earth, noting their most athletic women, the most determined sportswomen and their toughest policewomen. They found the perfect candidate Melissa Howell. It was agreed to break her into her powers gradually, so as to avoid a confrontation with the Time Harlot before she was ready. They concentrated the powers of Space Minx down into a silver ring and sent it to Melissa via the Space Bridge. They were just in time too as the Time Harlot located their secret base and destroyed the whole planet. Monday Mark Howell wandered downstairs when the mailman dropped something through the letterbox. It was a package addressed to a M. Howell. "Cool, must be my college ring." He opened it, not one suspecting that it could possibly be for his annoying older sister. The ring was kind of lame, just a plain silver band, and it looked big enough only for his little finger. "Looks like they screwed up the size too." He tried it on anyway. "I can always return it if there's an address." He was wracked with agony as a surge of power flowed through the ring and into his body. He remembered screaming before the floor rushed up to hit him. "Mark, what have you done now?" Melissa rushed downstairs. "Have you tried eating ice cubes again?" She saw the prone figure on the floor. "Is that a wig Mark?" She turned her brother over to see that he was in fact a she. There was a strange woman wearing her brother's favourite clothes. "What the hell's going on? Is this another one of your dumb jokes?" Mark opened an eye. "Hey sis." Something was wrong with the voice. It sounded like a girl's voice. "What's going on?" "You tell me that, Missy." "What are you on about Mish? It's me, Mark. I ain't a chick like you." Michelle hauled the thin woman to her feet. "Have a look in the mirror. Have you been taking drugs?" Mark shrugged a no. "No way, not since Mum and Dad busted me last year." "Mark? Is that really you?" "Of course I'm me." Mark saw the reflection of two women. "Hey who's your hot friend?" "That's you...Mark. Somehow you're a woman now. This is weird, and a little disturbing." Mark looked at the reflection in the mirror do everything the same. "She's doing what I do, cool." "She's you, idiot." Michelle wondered how she was going to explain how she now had a sister instead of a brother to their parents. "Wait a minute, she's me!" Mark realised she was a chick at last. "Whoa, I have cleavage. Where's little Mark? I'm a total female!" Michelle sighed. "Sit down; um I can't keep calling you Mark." "It's my name." "It's not really appropriate anymore. You'll have to have a girl's name now, Missy. That's it. Missy, your name is Missy now. It's feminine and generalised, you can change it later if you don't like it, or the folks freak big style." "It still starts with an M." Missy tried her new name out. "I'm Missy Howell, pleased to meet you." "Sit down, Missy. Tell me what happened." Missy sat down. "I was just trying on my college ring. It was the wrong shape and the wrong size. Then I was like this." Missy picked the ring up from the floor and tried it on. "It fits my middle finger now." "Let me have a look at that." Melissa examined the ring. "This is a woman's ring. There's some sort of writing on the inside. It's all gibberish." "Who's the stoner now? It says Space Minx." "You can read that?" Missy nodded. "It's totally easy, it's just Yosapqeio. They're an extinct species in the Cassiopeia galaxy." "Is that from Space Trek?" "Hardly. Wait a minute, how did I know that stuff?" Missy looked at the ring again. "This ring confers the powers of Space Minx upon the first person to wear it. It's an ancient lineage of warrior women, part of the Galaxy Force, a group of warriors to battle Time Harlot and her evil horde." "Sounds like something from the Sci-Fi channel." "It's the truth. I couldn't make that up. I guess they sent the ring here, I am so lame. The package was addressed to M. Howell. I think they meant you." "You think? You didn't even notice it was a woman's ring. If those Galaxy force people find out they got a college girl who barely scraped a pass after 3 years of resits instead of a university graduate with a military commission lined up I think they're going to be upset." "What am I going to do?" Melissa shrugged. "Teach you how to be a chick I guess. I mean you can't wear those clothes for a start. They so need washing and they're boy's clothes. I'll lend you some of mine, and then I'll take you shopping." Missy had a shower while her older sister told her how to wash her skin and then her hair. "This is all so complicated. There are so many bottles too." "You have nice hair; you need to look after it." Missy passed her new sister a towel, it was pink and fluffy. "Wrap this around you, just above your boobs." "You are so the best sister ever." Missy wrapped the towel around her waist. "Now lean forward and wrap your hair up in this towel." Melissa had to teach Missy how to do everything girl style. "Come on, you have to remember this stuff. You could be a woman for the rest of your life." "You think? I'm like going to have babies and a husband?" "Hopefully not in that order." Melissa just prayed that Missy wasn't such an airhead about birth control. "I quite like the idea of getting married. I know I should be freaked but I'm not. Maybe I'm a woman up top too." "I dearly hope so." Melissa prayed that Missy would pay attention when she showed her how to put on make up and do her nail properly. It took an hour but Melissa had worked a miracle and turned Missy from a female into a woman. "Now look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see." Missy looked at herself. "Wow, I'm a totally hot chick. All the guys are going to fancy me." "Fancy you? They're going to be catatonic with lust. Good thing too, we can discuss talking to boys another time. Let's get you dressed. Here's an unopened pack of knickers. They're Plain Janes but they'll do for now. Put them on and then we'll investigate your bra size." Missy pulled the knickers on and was delighted that they hugged her groin and hips perfectly. "Wow, they feel great and they fit me perfectly. I thought I'd be freaked wearing women's clothes but as I'm a woman now it's ok to wear the sort of clothes we wear." Melissa tried not to correct her sister's syntax. "Let's get you measured then." She measured the bust, under it and then over it. "Yes, you're a C cup, same as me, even though you're 4 years younger and still have time to go up another cup size." "They could get bigger?" Missy felt her boobs. "They're so big now." "Actually they're about average size, you're probably going to end up a little more endowed than most naturally born women." "You sound upset." "I shouldn't be, there's a price to pay with bigger boobs, mainly back pain and earlier sagging. Now let me show you how to put a bra on. I really wish you'd been a girl since you were born. I really wanted a kid sister, we could have had this sort of talk years ago." She picked out a bra that matched Missy's panties. "Right, put it on backwards and they turn it around your body." Missy did so. "I think I see how this works." She put her arms through the straps and adjusted everything until it was comfortable. "How do I look?" "Well supported." Melissa adjusted the straps slightly. "There we go. Now let's get you a skirt and blouse. It's warm enough to go without any tights today. You have great legs by the way. A lot of guys are going to adore those pins of yours and a lot more women are going to be so jealous." "Including my big sister?" "Nah, I'm just proud of my kid sister." She secretly hoped that whatever turned Mark into missy wouldn't turn her back. She really did want a sister more than a brother, no matter how much she'd loved Mark she loved Missy more, they were much closer and were forming a really strong sisterly bond. Melissa drove them to the shopping centre in her beat up old banger. She'd get a new car once she was officially posted to her new base, but for now she had to make do with her little run around. "We're here. Now remember what I said, just smile and be confident. You're just like any other girl your age, more so in fact because you have my wisdom and insight to give you an advantage." "Ok," Missy replied with a big smile. "How cool is this? You and me on our first girls shopping trip? I just wish Mum was here too." "We'll explain things to mum when we get back home. When she sees how feminine and pretty you are she'll accept you as her daughter, dad too." "Ok. So what first?" "Earrings. You so need those bald lobes adorned with something pretty." "Silver, to go with my new ring." "Sure, hey, you're already thinking about co-ordinating your outfit, that's great. It took me a year to figure things like that out. Maybe you really are all women up there after all." She playfully tapped her sister's head. "Hey, you'll mess my hair up." Missy pretended to fuss with her hair. "Wow, just like a girl. I love having a sister." Melissa ushered Missy over to the nearest piercing studio. "Can I get my belly button done too?" Missy thought they looked neat and would make her look even sexier to guys. "Not today, you'll have enough with just your ears. Three in each lobe should be enough." "All silver." Missy didn't feel anything as they put three silver studs into each earlobe. "They look great. How soon before I can put dangly ones in?" "About six weeks, just to make sure the holes are properly healed." "Oh, well at least they're done and they do look pretty." Melissa had to drag her sister away from the mirror. "Come on, time to buy you something to wear with your new earrings. You can admire yourself later on." "What next? Clothes?" "I don't have much money so we'll have to shop economically. A little of everything should be enough for today." Melissa took Missy to be fitted properly for her first bra of her own. "She's been wearing a 36C but I think she's a bit bigger now." Missy giggled as the saleswoman felt her up. "You have tickly hands." She stood there as they were measured every which way to Tuesday, it was more of a grope than a measuring. "Yes, she's a little larger than a C but not quite a D." "What can I do?" Missy wondered what the saleswoman could advise her. "I suggest getting the D and putting some foam inserts in for now until you fill them out yourself young lady. Here, feel these, they're a ? cup of padding. Don't be shy, the best way to learn is by doing." Missy felt the saleswoman's boobs, they felt as natural as her own. "They're so soft and natural." "Thank you. I think you'll find that you have little sensitivity reduction with this type of insert. I imagine that other girls your age will envy you for beating the breast curve." "Gee, there's s first time for everything." Missy giggled. "We'll need matching thong and garter belt too. Missy's always wanted to have a full set of sexy lingerie." "Sure do," Missy said and actually meant it, although the always applied to only the time since she'd become a girl. The next shop was boring blouses and silly skirts. They all looked awful and horrific, but then Missy saw some things that looked half-way pretty. "Hey, sis, what about these?" She showed off the blouse and matching skirt by holding them up against herself. "They look fine, what about the price?" "They're a little expensive, but I have some money of my own. She pulled a few notes out of her skirt pocket. "You should really keep your money in a purse and your purse in a bag. I've got some old ones back home you can have. Let me take this money and put it towards these clothes. You're right, they are pretty and they'll suit you. Think of them as your first clothes bought with your own money." "Great, I guess it's nice to buy something pretty now and again." "Indeed. Sometimes shopping is the best way to get you out of a funk. It works for me anyway, hence the massive wardrobes full of clothes." "Can I borrow some of them?" "Ah ha, now you're more like a sister than ever before, just don't take my favourites or I'll have to take your stuff in return." They had a break for lunch, a light salad and a plain lemon dressing and diet cokes. "Hey those guys are totally checking you out, sis." "They're checking you out too, sis. They think you're totally hot and they want to kiss you." "You're making me blush." "So? It's ok to fantasise about kissing them too." "I was already doing that. Wow, isn't he cute?" "He's a little young for me, but about the right age for you." Missy giggled and was forced to take a sip of diet coke to regain her composure. They were walking back to the car, with a dozen bags between them then the gang of muggers leapt out at them. "Ok, ladies, give us your bags and we'll only rape you." "What?" Melissa was shocked. "Get stuffed. I'm a Lieutenant in the Army. Go now or I'll beat the crap out of you all." Missy felt a hand grab her boobs from behind. She grabbed the arm and twisted it up over her head without any difficulty. The man followed and slammed into a car a few hundred yards away. "Wow, totally amazing." She stopped three muggers from trying to tear her sister's clothes off. She threw them a fair distance away too. That left one mugger, he looked at Missy and wet himself. "Please don't hurt me, they made me do this, I don't want to get hurt." Missy blew him a kiss and he was launched backwards into the brick wall. "Oooh, that got to hurt. Toodles." She helped her sister up and put all the bags in the car. "Are you ok to drive home?" "I'm just a little shaken up. Come on, let's get out of here before those guys come back." Missy smiled. "I don't think they'll mess with any women again. We totally showed them." "No, you showed them, Missy. I guess all that stuff about super heroes was real. Somehow that ring turned you into one. I guess they wanted me to become Space Minx, but you get the power instead and because Space Minx is a woman it turned you into one too." "Wow, it was just a mix up over rings that got me turned into a Super Hero?" "Heroine. The feminine of Hero is Heroine." "Cool, I guess this means that I get to do something cool like you after all." "I'm just a soldier, but you're more, much more. You'll have to learn how to defend yourself properly. You so fight like a girl." Missy suddenly felt uncomfortable when she saw their parent's car on the driveway. "Great, they're back already." "It's ok, Missy." Melissa took hold of her sister's hand. "They're still Mum and Dad. They'll love you no matter what." "I guess I'm just afraid of hurting them." "It's not like you chose to hurt them, is it? You didn't know what would happen if you put that ring on. What's done is done and they'll love you and be happy that it didn't kill you or worse." "How could it be worse than dead?" "You could be a really ugly guy." Missy giggled. "I guess. I was kind of cute as a guy but I so prefer being a hot chick. Even one who has super powers." Melissa opened the front door. "Hey, we're home. Funny thing happened today, you'll never believe this, but it's true." Melissa saw the strange bloke with the silver skin. "Who's this?" "Melissa, dear. This is Silver Guy. He's here to take you to be a super hero." "Erm, it's not me he wants." "It's your destiny. You were sent the ring of power, the one that would make you Space Minx." Melissa held up her hands. "No rings. I think you mean Missy here." "Hi." Missy waved awkwardly. "I got the super powers. I'm the one you want." "Where's your brother?" "I don't have a brother." "Did you two have another fight?" "Let me finish Mum, I don't have a brother because I have a sister. Mark put the ring on thinking it was that dumb college ring he ordered. We're calling her Missy now. I think it totally suits her." Silver Guy looked at the younger woman. "I can sense the power growing inside of you, Space Minx." "Please, call me Missy. I hope you aren't. It was a total accident. Hey I like being a woman though, it's neat. We went shopping and I had my ears done and look at my nails and isn't this blouse just to die for?" Melinda looked at Missy. She looked like her sister when she was that age, and just as clueless too. "You used to be Mark?" "I guess I still am in a way. I mean I have all my old memories but I totally prefer being a girl. I wish I'd been born one, it's so great shopping and trying on all those bras was such a great eye opener. I learned so much today, I guess I never understood how difficult it was for women until I became one my self. I don't mean to diss you Dad, I still love you even though I could never say before but this is me, if feels right and I never knew I was wrong before until I got fixed right. I guess that's why I drifted through college, I had nothing to guide me or work towards. Now I do. I have super powers and I know I can totally be the saviour of the world or the universe, whatever the job I'm the woman for it." "Missy totally saved us from this gang of muggers at the mall. They were going to rape us, but Missy totally made them see the error of their ways." "You're Space Minx?" Silver Guy still couldn't believe that the blonde bimbo was the one destined to defeat Time Harlot. "I could ask the Cosmical to revoke your powers and transfer them back to your sister, if it's not too late." "It's way too late," Missy snapped. "I'm Space Minx, in my spare time. I totally need to keep it as my secret identity of course, while I put myself through college again. I'll get a job and pay for it myself. Now I have something to focus on and I can save the world or whatever in my spare time." "This world is doomed." Silver Guy shook his head. "I'll have to call the whole Galaxy Force and base ourselves here on Earth. Together we might just defeat Time Harlot." "Great." Missy grinned and hugged Silver Guy. "This is going to be so neat." Melinda hugged her husband. "Looks like our little girl has finally found a job at last." Peter shrugged. "That skirt is far too short, young lady. We'll also have to set some ground rules about dating too." "Oh, Daddy." Missy hugged her father. "I know you love me really." Already she was learning how to wrap men around her little finger. "Now you have no excuse about leaving the toilet up." Melinda laughed. "I guess this does make it a female household." "Don't worry, Daddy." Melissa imitated her sister. "You can still watch the big game on Sunday with your friends, but the rest of the week it's soapsville." Melinda hugged her younger daughter. "I suppose it's about time I had the talk with you, young lady." Missy already knew about condoms and how some of them were flavoured, so that was cool, but there was more to learn about being a woman than looking her best, dating guys and eventually marrying a guy she loved and starting a family. Plus there was super heroine stuff to learn about too. Tomorrow sure was going to be a different day to day, not that today hadn't had its fair share up events. Tuesday Missy awoke and swore at the evil entity that was her alarm clock. She dragged herself out of bed and pulled the skimpy night dress off. Then she pulled the old pink silk dressing gown that was a gift from Mum. She then hurried to the bathroom to take a shower before the rest of the house woke up and demanded that she hurried up. This was her first morning as a woman and so she had to take things slow and steady. First she wet her legs and then lathered them up before carefully shaving off all the tiny stubbly bits with the ladyshave razor. Then she did her armpits but they were easier because they were much closer to her head. Once they were done to her satisfaction she showered properly. She enjoyed the fragrances of the scented body washes and shampoos. She tried a scrub on her face and felt so much better afterwards, then she conditioned her hair and it felt so silky and clean. Finally she inspected down there. There hadn't been a whole lot of time yesterday and she was so sleepy last night that she barely had a chance to see how it looked. She liked the whole flat and compact design of her groin from the front of her labia back past her hidden clit to her vagina and then her peri-something and then her bum hole, it was actually much better logically speaking. There was no awkward bulging parts, and most importantly it meant that she could experiment easily with so many different types of design and materials that were designed just for a woman. She heard a pounding on the door and knew her time was up. "Alright, I'll be finished in a minute." She wrapped a towel around her waist like Melissa showed her yesterday and then another around her hair, then she pulled the dressing gown on and opened the bathroom door. "I'm done." "About time too," Melissa said and pushed past Missy into the bathroom. "It's your turn to make breakfast." Missy shrugged and went back to her room to get ready. She didn't bother with makeup as it'd just be the family and she was pretty enough without any help. She dressed in her new lingerie over which she wore an old skirt from Melissa and her favourite band t-shirt. She refused to let Mum throw it out with the rest of her (unwanted) boy clothes. She pulled on her second hand fluffy pink mule slippers and went downstairs to fix breakfast. "Morning Missy," Melinda said brightly. "Your sister is still in the shower, just leave her a bowl by her chair." "Did you sleep alright Mum?" Missy asked. "Why do you ask?" "You just seem in a happy mood this morning." "Maybe it's because I no longer have to worry about my youngest child? You've finally found a direction in life. I knew you'd find one eventually, I just never suspected that it'd be as a woman, never mind a woman with super powers." "I'd have been fine, Mum, honest." "It's a mother's prerogative to worry about her children. You'll find that out when you have some of your own. If you have some of your own. We never did have that talk about boys did we?" "It did get kind of busy when you and Melissa started giving me your cast-off's." "I had five older sisters, all I had were cast-off's. Anyway a young woman like you needs lots of clothes to pick and choose her outfits from. Think of it as a uniform that's got so many different components. Anyway, about boys..." "I used to be one, so I know what they're like." "Yes, that's something in your favour, however there's so much more for you to learn. There's periods. You obviously aren't having one right now, but you will. They're a normal part of life, every woman has them, even women with super powers I imagine. Your father's coming downstairs, we'll talk about this stuff later." "Tell him his bacon's almost ready. I'll put the eggs in now." "Aren't you having any? You used to like a full breakfast." "I never had to watch my weight before. I may be a super heroine but I doubt I have the ability to control my waist size." "That's another thing we women have to consider. Why don't you come to our aerobics class? Melissa was going to drop out and she still has a dozen lessons paid for. You could take her place. We can get you a leotard today." "Sure, I guess. Hi Daddy. I made you breakfast today." Peter smiled. "Someone wants to get in my good books today." "I made the eggs over easy just like you like them." "That's great Missy. Aren't you having any yourself?" Missy shook her head. "Nah. I got to watch my figure now." "All the boys will be watching it too, dear." "I didn't mean to sound too harsh yesterday, Missy, it's just that some things are different for girls that boys. I don't make these rules and I don't even like some of them, but a father can't help worrying about his girls. That incident yesterday at the mall is a perfect example. I know you can handle yourself now and that's why I'm ok with you dating without a chaperone but you must promise me and your mother that you'll be careful. We only say this because we both love you." "I love you guys too and I will be careful. I'm not going to go out and sleep with the first guy I see. I want my first time to be special with a man I love and I want to take a relationship to that level with." Mum drove me to a small sports store after breakfast. It was full of all sorts of cool stuff. "Why do we have to go to aerobics classes? I mean once we know all the moves we can just do it at home. We can put some mats down in the garage, some music and these plastic steps and we have our own gym." "We'll see," Melinda replied. "Right now we need to find you a leotard and a sports bra." "Why do I need a different type of bra?" "They keep the bust well supported during exercise routines, although they tend to squash them down a little too much if you get my meaning." "So they're smaller to look at?" "Exactly, flaunt what you've got Missy, just not too much in your case, until you're a bit older." "I'm almost nineteen." "Exactly. When you're twenty-one then you can do what you like." Missy spotted a bright pink leotard. "What about this? With this black thong and top I'd look great." "Maybe, it is a little young for you though. How about this graffiti one with the black thong & top?" "I guess it'll work. I just wanted to be the stereotypical daughter going for everything pink." "Your sister was just the same, I guess I can't blame you for that, but this one really will suit you more. Why don't you go and try them on?" "In here?" "Keep your knickers on though, or we'll have to buy them whether they're suitable or not." "Sure thing." Missy undressed and tried on the leotard, it was a very tight fit, but there was plenty of room at the crotch and underarms. "Hey it fits." Melinda nodded. "It sure does Missy. Do you want that one?" "Sure, it looks good on me." "Go put your clothes back on then, then we'll have a look at the sports bras." Missy couldn't wait to get back home and show her sister her new leotard. "You are happy about having another daughter, aren't you? I heard some guy's mothers saying they preferred boys to girls." "I'm fine with it. It was a shock at first but I can see that you're much more confident and determined now. You used to just go along with the flow before, now you're strong and assertive and I'm happy to have a child who knows what she wants to do, whether she's a girl or a boy. I grew up with sisters, older and younger, so I'm used to being in a nearly all-female house, so I guess it's easier now that we have more in common. I guess your father will have a harder time adjusting but he's just worried as all fathers are worried about their daughters. I think he's actually not as strict with you than he was with Melissa, so there's hope for him yet." "You do know I love you, don't you Mum?" "Of course I do. I've always known it, even when you were doing something naughty. It's nice to hear it once it a while though, not just at birthdays." The house was empty when mother and daughter returned home. Missy made a cup of coffee for herself and her mum. "I suppose I'll have to cut down to one sugar." "No need to rush, try one and a half and then move down when you're ready." "Sure, ok. Did Dad leave a note?" "Something about going bowling with your sister." "Melissa hates bowling, ever since she dropped that ball on her foot." "Maybe she wanted to try and be nice to your father?" "She probably agreed so that she could go and look at the guys." "Missy, there's something you need t know. Melissa told us last night, after you went to bed. She'd been putting off telling and I guess with all the excitement about you becoming a woman she thought she could sneak it past us." "What is it? Is Melissa ok?" "Yes, she's fine. She just told us she was gay." "Oh, that kind of does explain the huge kd lang CD collection and all those posters of models. I thought it was just a fashion thing." "I suspected for a while. Your father's Playboy would go missing and it was never in your room." "Dad reads Playboy? That's...should I be insulted now I'm female?" "It's just a harmless thing, I've been in it a few times, in my younger days." "My mother's a porn star!?" I was shocked and excited and curious and a little put out that I knew so little about them even after all this time. "It was just a few pictures, after we were married but before I fell pregnant with Melissa. We needed money back then and it was easier for me to do a few photos than find a job that paid well. I still get a royalty cheque now and again, usually when they print a diary." "I'd love to see you when you were young, nothing gross and mind-warping though. So my big sis is a big old lesbian then?" "Don't tell her I told you. She's still your sister after all." "She sure is, I wouldn't have survived yesterday without her. I owe her so much." Dad and Melissa returned at lunchtime. I hugged them both. "Mum told you, didn't she?" "What? I can't hug my favourite sister, who was a total life saver yesterday when I needed someone to help me out?" "Mum told you, didn't she?" "I'm cool with it, Bobby Wing's sister's gay too. You two would make a great couple." "Thanks, but I don't need my little sister to play matchmaker for me. If you must know I'm already seeing someone. I took Daddy bowling today so he could meet her. I think he's still in shock." "Can I meet her?" "She'll be here for tea tonight." "I don't have enough time to cook something for tonight." "I'll help," Missy offered. "I know how to peel veg and cut them up." "Fine, yes, you should learn how to cook anyway. You and Melissa can go to the store now and get what we need." "Cool." I grabbed my outside shoes and pulled them on, before checking my hair and make up in the mirror. I touched up my lipstick and dragged the brush through my hair to make it look perfect. "I'm ready to go." Melissa hugged me. "You're such a girly girl. Now get the cash off Daddy while I make a list." The supermarket seemed colder than usual, then I remembered I was wearing a skirt and a strappy top. "They must have set the air conditioning to artic today." "It's always this cold. I guess you'll have to get used to it if you're going to wear summer clothes in known cold spots like this. That's why I put my jeans on." "Oh, well I guess I'll just have to learn more stuff from my big sister. So, what's your girlfriend like? Have you slept with her yet?" She saw her sister blush. "Sorry, it just came out before I knew I'd said it." "It's ok, it's what I'd expect my kid sister to say anyway. It's your duty to be slightly annoying, I think there's a code you have to follow." "So you have slept with her? What's it like? Sex I mean? I guess I'm a virgin again, I've had sex with women before too, but only as a guy. Now I think it's guys I want to have sex with." "It was intimate, tender, loving. It's like sharing your soul with someone and you melt into each other as you writhe together in ecstasy, you loose all sense of self and become only a creature of pure joy." "Sounds way cooler that the guy way. My last GF said something about me never making her happy or something, so I dumped her." "That's so awful. You've got that problem to look forward to you know. Most men don't know how to satisfy women. Most times you'll have to fake it to keep him happy and keen on you. It's different with another woman, it's not about rushing. It's all about opening up completely and sharing something wonderful and personal." "Sounds like you're bitten by the love bug." "Smitten is probably the right word." "Cool. It's good that I can talk to you about this stuff. I have so many questions." "Well another way to learn is to make friends your own age and talk to them, it's best to have a lot of different perspectives than just one or two. Plus you can find out far more about pleasing a guy in bed that I could ever tell you, having never actually had sex with a guy. I just pretended to so my friends wouldn't worry about me before I was ready to come out about my sexuality." The meal was ready on time. Missy felt she had done a lot to help and she'd learned a lot of things in the process too. She quickly went to her room to grab a shower and change into her best blouse and skirt, the ones she'd bought yesterday. She could hardly believe that it took so long to fix her hair and make up as she liked, before getting dressed. However Imogen was still talking to her parents when she finally descended the stairs and formally introduced herself as Melissa's kid sister. Everyone fussed over her outfit, saying how much they loved it and how much it suited her. Missy took the compliments in her stride with a grin on her face. She loved being the centre of attention, although it would be brief tonight as it was Melissa and Imogen's big night. Imogen talked about herself. "We met at Sand Hurst, we were the only two women in our year, so naturally we became close friends but as we discovered when we told each other about our sexualities we were both attracted to each other and our friendship blossomed into something much closer and stronger." ""Are you two getting married? Can I be your bridesmaid?" Missy felt it was important to lay her claim on such duties as quickly as possible. "We haven't really talked about a civil service yet, maybe in a few years when we're ready to make that declaration in public, but right now we're still telling people about us. I understand Melissa just told you all last night." "Some of us more recent than that. I think it's great that you two are so compatible, I can see that you're meant to be together." "I think we can appoint Missy the head of our fan club." "I think it's nice to find people so accepting. Forgive me for saying this but I thought you said you had a brother, Melissa." "I did? Oh, it must have been after that big fight." "The fight?" Missy asked. "You took my favourite dress without asking and spilled sauce on it and it was ruined." "Oh, that accident. You told her I was a guy? Wow I had no idea you were that upset. It was just a dress, or so I thought at the time." "I've had time to get some perspective and besides I have other priorities in my life now. Back then I was still struggling with accepting myself as being gay and I guess I took it out on you, unfairly." "I'm sorry I upset you." Missy felt like they'd explained the situation away. Imogen looked at the family photograph on the wall. "Then who is the boy in that picture?" "Cousin David," Missy said quickly. "That was taken the summer I stayed at Aunt Ruth's and David stayed here. I never quite figured out why I got sent there." "No, I think that boy was you. I think that you got the powers of Space Minx instead of your sister. That's why I seduced her, so I could get her in my thrall before she got the ring. You got it instead you stupid bitch." "You're Time Harlot!" Missy jumped to her feet. "Get out of parent's house, you vile harpy." "Oooh, naughty words, like they hurt." "Mine have barbs in them, you feeble trollop. Now give up before I resort to hair pulling." Time Harlot ripped off the demure dress she'd been wearing to reveal her evil genius costume underneath. Somehow it seemed to now have arms and legs in what might have been a continuity error but was in fact one of her magic powers. "I'll destroy you, Space Minx!" She unleashed a burst of power at the teenage bimbo. "Leave my daughter alone!" Melinda threw herself in front of her daughter. "Mum!" Missy cried out as her mother was incinerated by the energy blast. She glared at the evil whore and summoned her powers. She created a massive, and invisible, energy mirror between herself and her family and Time Harlot. "This is too easy." Time Harlot tried to destroy the father but the energy blast was flung back at herself and it obliterated her left arm. "You'll pay for that!" Space Minx went on the offensive and threw astral daggers at Time Harlot. She laughed as they sliced of the murdering slut's legs. "You shall not kill another!" She cast the remaining body parts into the heart of a blue star, where they were consumed by radiation flames and gravity. Wednesday Missy wandered around the room, she was in a daze of guilt and anger. Why couldn't she save her Mum? Why did Mum sacrifice herself? Why didn't someone help her out? Why did it have to go this way? Why couldn't her sister date chicks that weren't evil murderers? Much of the day was spent sorting out what to tell the police. There wasn't much left of Melinda Howell's body at all, except for some ashes and globes of metal that were once pieces of jewellery. Melissa just cried and cried and cried because she knew she was really responsible. Missy cried and cried because she knew she was really responsible. Peter got drunk and held it all inside because he was the head of the house and everything was his responsibility. He loved his two daughters and couldn't afford them to lose another parent so he threw the damn bottle in the bin and tried to sort himself out. Missy had dealt with the attacker, Melissa had no way of knowing that her girlfriend was a killer and he couldn't blame either of them. Melinda made her choice, to save her child. She was the one he was angry at, because he was too afraid to do the same himself. He'd make it up to his girls every day for the rest of his life. Thursday Missy hugged her father and sister at the funeral. "She's at peace now. She did what any mother would do for her child. She loved us all, that's why she gave her life for us. I hope I find someone one day who I can love just a fraction as much as Mum loved us." "I know sweetie." Peter kissed Missy's head lightly. "She's with the angels now." He hugged both his girls. "We're all we have now and there's not even enough of her left to have a coffin." "The urn's very pretty." Melissa tried to put a brave face on the day but she couldn't and she broke down into a sob of hysterics. Missy hugged her sister and tried not to cry too much herself but she couldn't stop the tears entirely. Good job she put on waterproof mascara this morning. "Let it out, let it all out. Let the pain and upset pour out with your tears." Peter watched as the priest buried the ashes in the grave. They'd bought these plots years ago, on a silly whim really. Now Melinda was in hers far too quickly. It should be many years before these were needed. He rubbed his eyes and pretended it was grit not the sharp stabbing pain of grief. He hugged the girls again. "Tell your Mum how much you love her." "I love you Mum," Missy and Melissa said together. Friday Dawn broke and Missy was there to greet it after a night spent mostly unable to sleep. She finally decided to do something and so she decided to make a cup of coffee and then have a shower. "Missy? I didn't hear you. I must have fallen asleep down here." Missy hugged Daddy, like she was 3 years old again. "I love you Daddy. I really do. I'm making coffee, do you want one too?" "You're a kind girl, Missy. Your mother was lucky to have known you for even a short time." "I miss her too, Daddy. I still expect to see her in a room when I go into it. I still expect to hear her tell me off for doing something wrong." "She just wants...wanted you to do things right. It was her way. I still can't get used to talking about her in the past tense. It's not fair. None of it is. You didn't know about the ring. Your sister didn't know about her girlfriend. I didn't act like a father and protect my family." "You have the harder job. Mum did the easy thing. Now you have to carry on without her love and support. You have us though, together we can somehow get through all of this. I think Melissa's going to be the last to understand. She thinks it's all her fault." "It's not. It's mine. I'm your father that makes it my responsibility. My burden." "You could call your sister. I'd like to see Aunt Ruth again. I can't wait to see her reaction to seeing me as a chick." "I telephoned her the other day, to let her know. She's on her way now, it was too short notice to come to the funeral. I preferred just the three of us and the priest anyway." "It was a lovely service. Mum deserved a good send off and at least she can't comment about what I wear in future. I...I didn't mean that to sound so nasty." "I know honey, I know. Now what about that coffee?" "Sure thing Daddy." Missy boiled the kettle and got two cups out of the cupboard. Saturday Melissa finally came out of her room and dashed into the bathroom. She took a long shower to freshen herself up. She paused to look at herself in the mirror and decided that she needed to get a terminal haircut once and for all. The army allowed female officers to keep their hair at a respectable length but she wanted it shaved really short, really butch. She wanted to show her real face to the world, she wasn't going to hide anymore. She chucked most of her make up in her sister's room and kept only what she really needed. She pulled on her favourite baggy jeans and her Muff Diver t-shirt, then she emptied the money out of her purse into her pocket and pulled on her ?bovver boots'. She felt more comfortable immediately, and the black bra under the white t-shirt looked feminine but in a butch way. She wanted other lesbians to know who she was just by looking at her. She wasn't hiding anymore, she was out with a vengeance. "Hi, wow." Missy looked at her sister. "You look better. I like the t-shirt, it's so you: militant single dyke on a mission." Melissa smiled. "You bet. Tell Dad I'm going out to get a haircut." "You're going to get it styled? I could come with you. I haven't been to a stylist before." "Maybe another time. I'm getting this lot chopped off. My new post starts next week, I need to look more soldier girl." "I thought they let you have it long like that." "They do, but it's not me anymore. I need this, Missy. I need you to understand." "I do, and I love you. Maybe I'll go with you anyway, after all it is my job to annoy you." "Thanks, but Dad needs you more, at least until Aunt Ruth gets here. I'm only going into town and I have my rape alarm in my pocket." She got in her car and drove off. Missy wandered back into the house and looked at her hair and imagined it even longer and done nicely. She found Mum's favourite fashion magazine and started to study the pictures inside of it for inspiration. Sunday Missy couldn't get over how short Melissa's hair was, it was almost a skinhead. Daddy had totally freaked at first but he quickly understood why Melissa had done it and he even offered her a hat to wear if it got cold outside. Melissa hated the hat but didn't want to upset anyone. Instead she put it quite visibly on her peg of the coat stand, to show it was hers. It would stay there until she really did need a hat or something required going outside in it. That didn't mean she didn't love him for making the gesture, she adored him for trying to accept her without any qualms. She barely understood herself half of the time anyway so it was reassuring to have his full support. Aunt Ruth's arrival was her usual theatrical ?me, me, me' routine. She only wanted to tell people about herself, she didn't have time or the inclination to care about anyone else. If you got hurt, she'd suffered worse in the past, or she changed the subject quickly back to the glory that was herself. "Hi, Aunt Ruth," Melissa said. "Is that you Mark?" "I'm Melissa." "Oh, I couldn't tell, you look like a boy." "I'm a lesbian, we all have our hair like this. Did Dad tell you I was queer?" "What? Uh. No, it was a long train ride. My feet are killing me. So, where's my new niece?" Missy entered on cue. "Hi Aunt Ruth." "My, you look just like me when I was your age. I bet you'll break a few boys' hearts, I know I certainly did. I remember this boy, Craig, he had such a crush on me..." "Are you going to be here long? Only what with mum dying we haven't had a chance to get the house sorted out properly." "There's no need to be rude, Missy. When I was your age my father took a belt to me when I needed it. I've half a mind to get your father to do so right now." "My Daddy loves me, and besides it wouldn't hurt." "I can always use a hairbrush myself." Missy took the hairbrush from the Aunt's hand and crushed the silver heirloom easily. "Like I said, it wouldn't hurt." "What sort of freak are you?" "The good kind, the one that's just going to tell you to grow up and act like an adult human being instead of a spoiled brat." Melissa had her jaw open in shock when her Aunt stormed out of the room. "Wow, that was great. Mum hated Aunt Ruth too. They never got on. Aunt Ruth tried to stop the weeding, but Grandpa stopped her before she could do any harm." "I just protected my family the way I know Mum would have done. She always gave as good as she got, more so, because she was always fair and honest." "Why don't we let Aunt Ruth vent some steam quietly while we go to ice rink?" "You want to see me fall on my bum repeatedly." "Hey, it's a big sister's job to teach her little sister to skate. If we had a pony I'd let you brush him down." Melissa picked up her car keys and headed down the side passage to where her car was parked. Silver Guy and a few other people Missy felt she knew but had never met before were there too. "Hi, I think I'm having a massive deja-vu moment. Is that Midnight Man, The Mistress of the Moon and the Mighty Mole? "I prefer Stan." The Mighty Mole chuckled. "You must be Missy. Silver Guy said you were hot but he's got low standards so we didn't believe him, how wrong we were." "Ignore these clowns," the Mistress of the Moon said to Missy. "They like to show off. Who's the cutie?" "Wow, I mean hi. I'm Melissa, Missy's sister." "I love what you've done to your hair? You're single right? Ever dated a super heroine before?" "No, but you know my name and address, so pick me up about seven? I guess my little sister has to go and save the world or something?" "Nothing quite like that," Midnight Man said smoothly. "We just moved into the neighbourhood and wanted to say hello." "I'd love to share my bed with you." The Mistress of the Moon took Melissa's hand and gently kissed it. "Tell me I'm not watching my big sister being hit upon." "The Mistress is always like this when she meets a pretty woman." Silver Guy shrugged. "Is there someplace round here were we could order pizza?" "Sure, we can take Melissa's car, if she can remember what planet she's on never mind how to drive." The six of them climbed into the car and drove off to the local Pizza Hut as it was the only place open at that time of day. "Do I get a super heroine badge?" Missy asked the others. "I've always felt so left out of everything my whole life. It'd be cool to have something that showed we were a team." "You already have the ring." Midnight Man pointed to the band of silver on Space Minx's finger. "It's all you'll ever need to know you're not alone. By the way you can turn off the built in microphone now." Missy's jaw hit the floor. "There's a microphone?" "You kept mentioning someone called Brad Pitt in your dreams, you seemed to like him." "What? Those dreams were private." "Only joking. I can read minds, just a little and only what people are thinking at the time. I don't think I've met anyone who can think of fifty different things at once." "I'm a teenage girl, I think about stuff all the time." Missy looked at her ring anew. "I guess it is kind of neat to belong to a gang of super heroes. Do I get a spandex costume and a mask?" "Only once you learn to fly." "I can fly?" "Of course, Space Minx can fly." Missy wasn't sure how serious they were being but they all seemed nice and they promised to help her learn how to be a real super heroine and her sister had scored herself a new girlfriend and Aunt Ruth had gone thermonuclear once already today, there was always time for another go tonight if she still hadn't learned to act like an adult. Melissa felt she was lucky to have met someone like the Mistress, someone who understood her needs as a gay woman with a military career. The sex that night promised to be exciting too, she might even move in with her if things worked out really well between them both. Coda Stories like this never end, they just stop when they do, like a peak into another life, another universe, another reality. Like a film but more real and less artificial in nature. Stories are like the fabric that bind the boring bits of life together, you take them for granted until they're gone, except they're never gone, they've just moved on and you've moved on too and while you can look back and reflect if you try to recapture what was then it's never quite the same again. Missy and Melissa never took things for granted like Aunt Ruth did. Peter might have remarried, or lived a lonely life waiting to rejoin his beloved when it was his turn. Best not peep into people's private lives when they story's over, but they'll live on and be happy as long as you so yourself. Space Minx might have a long and happy career as a super heroine, she might get a comic strip or a TV series or even a movie but those things are all constructed and not as real as they could be. Is it better to remember her as she was, a girl who was just learning to put her life in order after becoming a girl, or as a strong and powerful heroine who has a different formulaic adventure each week until people get tired of her and let her retire until a revival twenty years later? It's up to you. I'm just going to go and live my life the way Space Minx taught me to enjoy each day and stand up for what I believe in and not back down when I know my cause is just and true. She taught me it's never to late to enjoy being a woman, and my boyfriend has no complaints either.