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This is the seventeenth story in my Legacy Universe and like the others it can be read as a stand alone. Kaboom By Morpheus I lifted up the office garbage can and winced as the gut wrenching odor assaulted my nose. It smelled like someone puked in it, which they probably had. I had to fight back the urge to gag as I emptied it all into the garbage cart and put a fresh bag into the can. There were some days I really hated my job as a janitor...like nearly every day. Today however was especially bad. "How the hell did I end up here?" I muttered with a shake of my head and a feeling of self-disgust. This was certainly not the life I'd imagined for myself. My name is Derek Holmes and just a few years ago things had been quite different for me. Those had been the glory days. Back in high school I'd been a popular jock and one of the star players on both the football and wrestling teams. I was tall and athletic as well so had no problems getting girls. And of course, there was the other thing...the thing I didn't want to think about at the moment. The thing I usually spent far too much time dwelling on ironically. I shook my head, wondering how I'd gone from the glory days with a great future ahead of me to living this life. I wish I could say that I blew out my knee or something since that would at least be dramatic. The truth was, I was a great football player in high school, but just wasn't good enough to get a scholarship. Nor, unfortunately, was I smart enough to get an academic scholarship. After high school all my options seemed to dry up leaving me with little to do but get this crappy job as a janitor for a research company. Of course I was still 6 foot 2 and fairly athletic though I was starting to get a bit flabby. If I didn't get back to working out on a regular basis again I knew that in just a few years I'd lose it all. I shuddered as I thought of George, one of the other janitors who worked here. He was a fat and balding guy who'd been doing janitor work for decades. And unfortunately, I could see that I was on the path to become him but couldn't seem to step off it. "I've become a damn stereotype," I grumbled to myself, wondering how much longer before I had my own son that I'd be pressuring to be good in sports just so I could relive my glory days. I grimaced as I finished cleaning up in this office then began pushing the cart full of trash to the next one. This was easy work though certainly not pleasant. It also left me with a little too much free time to reminisce about the glory days and think about where things went wrong. Just seconds later I saw Doctor McKormick walking down the hall towards me, or at least staggering since he was walking very slowly and carefully with a cane. He always looked unsteady on his feet and had become even more so over the last few months due to some sort of degenerative disease he had. It was his office that I'd just finished cleaning and probably his vomit in the can. "Hey." I nodded to Doctor McKormick as we passed each other though he ignored me, other than the slight deepening of his scowl that is. I didn't take Doctor McKormick's rudeness personally, not when he was rude to just about everyone. After all, I'd probably be in a pretty pissy mood too if I was sick like that. Of course whatever disease it was he had was certainly motivating him since he'd been working on a cure for it pretty hard. Who know, maybe someday his misery and bad attitude would let other people get better if nothing else. Then again, regardless of his excuse I still though Doctor McKormick was a jerk. "What an asshat," I muttered as I turned to look back at him. I saw him entering his office, pausing at the door with a nervous look on his face that struck me as being out of place on him. However I shrugged and turned back to my work. "Yeah...definitely an asshat." A short time later I was finished with my morning rounds and ready for lunch. I went to the company cafeteria with my boxed lunch planning to sit in the back corner and eat. We janitors weren't forbidden from using the cafeteria, but we did tend to get a lot of dirty looks from the researchers and office employees when we did. I guess they liked what we did for them, but didn't want to be reminded of it, especially when they were trying to eat. I had just entered the cafeteria when I noticed her, a gorgeous young woman about my own age sitting alone at a table. She had shoulder length blonde hair which was dyed with a crimson streak that hung down one side. She had a stud through her nostril as well as by one of her eyebrows, which created an image that wasn't quite the professional look that everyone else around here maintained. However her clothes were a little more sedate at the moment, especially as she was wearing a white lab coat. "Hey Nikki," I greeted her as I sat down by the one ray of light in my currently drab existence. "Derek," Nikki responded back, "I thought I smelled something funny." I just grinned at that, used to her rather insulting greetings, but not getting offended since I knew she didn't really mean them. I'd love to ask her out, though knew there was no chance of that happening, not since Nikki had made it very clear that I just wasn't her type. For one, she wasn't into jocks...or even ex jocks...and for another, she just wasn't into guys period. As I sat across from Nikki, it was hard to believe she was the same girl I'd gone to high school with. Back then she'd been Nicole Castle, the prettiest, richest, and most popular girl in the entire school. She'd even been the prom queen...not to mention a little out of even my league. When I first started working here six months ago, Nikki was already here ahead of me working as an intern for a research project. She'd changed so much since the last time I'd seen her that I barely recognized her and might not even have recognized her at all if it hadn't been for the access badge she wore with her name on it. Not only was Nikki a bit edgier looking with her piercings and crimson streak in her hair, she'd also had a reputation as a bit of a bimbo back in high school so definitely wasn't the kind of person I'd ever expect to see working in science. Nikki had been kind of cold towards me at first which was funny because we barely even knew each other in high school. I later realized it was because she saw me as a link to her past life which she was trying to forget. However once she was sure she'd convinced me there was no chance for anything between us, she mellowed and we ended up becoming friends. The fact that we'd even ended up as friends was a bit of a surprise to me considering that we'd both changed since high school and had gone in such different directions. "You know," Nikki told me, seemingly unaware that I'd tuned out the first part of what she was saying, "I don't think that idiot is going to last much longer if he can't even handle something as simple as the metric system..." I just nodded along, having no idea which idiot she was talking about this time. She often complained about different people she worked with, sometimes coming up with unique ways of describing her low opinions of them. "I swear that man has the IQ of a grapefruit," Nikki shook her head, then paused to look at me with a curious look. "What?" "You know," I laughed, "I still don't know what to make of you... I mean, you're part prom queen, part goth, and part nerd..." I shook my head that that while Nikki stuck her tongue out at me. "I just don't like being compartmentalized with just one label," she joked back. Then she paused to give me an intense look. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I lied, turning my attention to the lunch I'd brought. Nikki gave me a skeptical look and took a deliberate bite of her salad. Once she'd finished with that bite, she turned her attention back to me. "Liar. You're still depressed about working here as a janitor." "Yeah," I admitted, feeling embarrassed about it. It wasn't as though this was a secret since we'd talked about it before but it always made me feel like a whiner for bringing it up again. "I just thought that I'd be doing something else with my life...something important." Then I gestured around me and winced. "Not that I'd end up stuck in some dead end job." "Something important?" Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Like playing football?" "Those were the glory days," I joked. "Gory days is more like it," Nikki responded with a deep scowl. I snorted, "Come on...high school wasn't that bad for you. I mean, you were the most popular girl in school..." "It was a nightmare," she responded emphatically, giving me a flat stare. "A living hell." Then she shook her head, saying, "I spent years pretending to be some perfect princess...trying to be what everyone else expected me to be...especially my father. I had to always look my best at all times... I had to always act nice and perfect... I had to get good grades...but not too good..." Nikki rolled her eyes. "My father thought that it was unfeminine for girls to be too intelligent." "Damn," I muttered. "Not even all those supposed friends I had were real." Nikki shook her head sadly. "They were like accessories picked because they went well with a specific look. None of them even knew the things I really liked and cared about." She let out a sigh and told me, "You have no idea how frustrating it is living your entire life as someone you're not." I frowned and nodded, not sure what to say to that. "I didn't realize it was so bad..." Nikki gave me a forced smile and shrugged. "The best thing I ever did was come out of the closet and tell my father I wasn't going to live like that anymore..." "But didn't your dad disown you?" I asked, immediately biting my tongue as I realized I shouldn't have said this. However instead of being offended, Nikki gave me a sad smile. "I never said it was the easiest thing I ever did...or without consequences. But it was the best." Then she suddenly switched gears. "But enough about me...this is about you. You just need to figure out what you really want to do with your life and then go do it." "Maybe," I shrugged, knowing what I really wanted wasn't really an option anymore. "Maybe you should think about the military," Nikki suggested. I blinked at that. "What?" "Think about it," Nikki pointed out, "it could give you some direction as well as help take care of college so you could get whatever it is you really want... Besides, I think you'd make an awesome Marine..." "Maybe," I responded with a shrug, though actually I had already been thinking about enlisting. However the idea of basic training and taking orders from bossy people didn't really sit well with me. "Well, I'm sorry to cut this short and run," Nikki told me as she began to get up, "but my lunch time is over and I've got to get back to work." "Have fun." I forced a grin only to get one back. "I will...once work is over." Nikki winked at me and added, "June and I are going out tonight for a bit of fun..." "June is one lucky girl," I told Nikki, trying hard not to stare at her body as I envied her girlfriend. "You bet your ass she is," Nikki chuckled. Then she added, "You should think about what I said though... Try finding something to work towards rather than just remembering your glory days playing football..." With that Nikki turned and left while I watched her closely, not being nearly as guarded with my attention now that I knew she wasn't looking. Then I let out a sigh and tore my eyes away, knowing it was pointless since she was only into girls. Still she might not be interested in me but at least she was a good friend...one of the few I actually had anymore. "And she gives great advice about girls," I chuckled, remembering that she'd helped me land more than one date. Then I sighed and began digging into my lunch with a little more gusto, thinking about what Nikki had said. Of course she was right, I needed to stop daydreaming about my past glory days and lost dreams and focus on my present and future instead. But there was one thing that Nikki had wrong about the whole thing. When I thought about my glory days, I wasn't thinking about my time on the football field or being popular in school. Instead I thought about the other thing I did in high school...the thing that truly made me feel alive and as if I was doing something important. For me, my glory days were the days I spent as a super hero. Back in high school I'd been a super hero called Kid Kaboom and had been part of a group called the Crusaders. Only one of us was a real developed though. Kelly...also known as Catalyst had the power to give other people powers for about an hour or so. She'd give us powers and we'd use them to fight bad guys and do all the things that super heroes did. I felt a surge of regret as I thought of those days. I'd loved being a super hero even more than playing football and getting cheered on by the other students. I'd even had dreams of one day going on to the big leagues and joining a group like the Protectorate or Faction Zero. Of course, I knew those dreams had been foolish because I didn't have any permanent powers of my own, only what Kelly had given me. And once she decided to quit and run away she'd forced the rest of us to retire as well...whether we wanted to or not. Then with a sigh and a shake of my head, I held up my can of soda and gave a toast to an imaginary companion. "To the glory days." -------------------- It was late afternoon and nearly the end of my work day for which I was very thankful. In less than an hour I'd be out of here and my swing shift replacement George would be in to take over cleaning after these slobs. It always amazed me just how messy some of these people with big brains could really be. "Just a little longer," I told myself as I emptied the large garbage can on my cart into the dumpster in front of the building. Once I was finished dumping the garbage, I paused to look around, taking advantage of the opportunity for a quick break. The building I worked out of was a big concrete block that looked far less impressive than you'd expect for a company that specialized in 'scientific research and innovation'. There was a small strip in front of the building followed by the road and the employees parking lot on the other side. I sighed as I looked around, eager to get away from this place. Then I braced myself to go back to work and finish some of the worst cleaning before my shift ended. I still had two bathrooms to clean and one of them was always a complete and total mess. "You'd think those eggheads could figure out how to clean up after themselves," I grumbled. Then I saw a man leaving the building and coming towards me, noticing him only because he was acting in a way I could only think of as suspicious. He wore a trenchcoat with the collar up as well as a broad brimmed hat which made it difficult to see his face. He was also walking very fast, giving a quick glance back at the building as he obviously hurried to get away from it. When this man walked past me I saw that he was wearing large sunglasses as well which helped obscure his face even more, to the point where I couldn't make out any real details. However I did notice that he was clutching some kind of glass container about the size and shape of a coffee thermos. The man started walking across the road toward the parking lot, not even bothering to go further down to the crosswalk. He paused to look back at the building again and then stumbled, dropping the container to the ground. He frantically grabbed for it, picking it up and examining it to see if it was damaged but not seeming to even notice that he was doing this in the middle of the street...or that there was a car coming right towards him. "LOOK OUT!" I yelled, already in motion. I tackled tackled the man just like I was on the football field, hitting him at the same time the driver finally slammed on the breaks and knocking him out of the way just moments before the car slid through the spot where he'd been standing. The two of us hit the ground hard though the man I'd just saved took the brunt of the impact from my tackle. "Are you okay?" I asked as I got to my knees. "Get off me you oaf," the man demanded angrily, quickly getting to his feet, then exclaiming, "No... You... You ruined it." "What?" I gasped in surprise and seeing that he was pointing to the ground where his glass container had shattered and spilled its contents. It was then that I noticed I'd been lying right in the puddle and was soaked. "I'm sorry about that," I started. "You destroyed it," the man snarled at me, shaking with rage. "After all I did..." Then he paused to look at the building again before spitting out, "You'll pay for that..." Without another word he turned and ran off, leaving me feeling confused. "What the hell?" I demanded, growing angry myself. I'd just saved the bastard's life and didn't even get so much as a thank you for it. Instead he just went off about how he'd lost his bottled water. "What an asshat," I muttered, turning to look at the car that had nearly hit us and seeing that it was driving away too. The driver hadn't even bothered to check on us and was getting out of there as fast as he could. "This fucking place is full of asshats..." I shook my head and muttered a few profanities to myself as I went back to my garbage cart so I could get back to work. I was more than a little annoyed by both the driver and the man I'd saved but I couldn't help but feeling good about it too. Being able to save that man's life, even if he didn't seem to appreciate it, was almost like having a taste of being a super hero again. Before long, I was actually in a good mood especially as my shift was coming to an end. However my good mood came crashing down the moment I saw a bunch of cops wandering through the building. I had no idea what was going on, only that it couldn't be anything good. "What's happening?" I asked one of the security guards, gesturing down the hall to one of the cops who'd rushed past. "It's Doctor McKormick," the security guard told me with a grim expression. "He was murdered." -------------------- Life sucks, especially when you're up to your elbows in shit. Technically it wasn't quite that deep, but it sure smelled as though it were. One of the toilets in this bathroom had overflowed all over the floor right after it had been used and guess whose job it was to clean it up. Yeah, mine. Lucky me. As far as I was concerned, this horrible stench and mess were only icing on the cake since today had been a living hell all the way around. For one thing, I'd been stuck several hours late last night answering questions from the cops. They were sure that the guy I saved had been the one to shoot Doctor McKormick, but unfortunately I didn't get a good look at his face, so hadn't been able to give them anymore than that he was a skinny white guy about four inches shorter than me. However that hadn't stopped them from asking me the same questions over and over again, until I was sure I was going to go insane. Unfortunately, as bad as last nights interrogation and my current puddle of shit were, the fact that I felt like crap made it all a hundred times worse. It had started last night with nothing more than an annoying rash, mostly where I'd gotten soaked with that bottled water and where my wet clothes seemed to have rubbed my skin. This morning though, I ended up with full fledged flu that left me feeling sick and nauseous with all sorts of muscle aches. "I haven't hurt like this since Ladybug tried blowing me up with a missile," I muttered to myself. Then I shook my head and chuckled weakly. "Those were the days..." I gagged my way through the rest of the job, surprising myself that I didn't empty my own guts and add to the mess. Eventually though I was able to leave the bathroom and reopen it for normal business. However instead of getting grateful thanks from the man who immediately went in, I got a muttered complaint about how I'd taken too long. "I definitely need a new job," I told myself, not for the first time, but probably with the most certainty. There was no way I could keep this up much longer without going totally bonkers. "If I stay here much longer I'll end up like the Human Banana..." I shook my head as I remembered the old super villain. Actually, he hadn't been so much a super villain as an escaped mental patient who just really liked wearing bright yellow. Then I suddenly heard Nikki's voice from behind me. "Hey Derek..." "Hey." I turned and nodded to Nikki. "How are you doing?" "Not bad," Nikki shrugged. "But everyone is freaking out over Doctor McKormick..." Then she abruptly paused to give me an appraising look before announcing, "You look like something the cat threw up." "I feel like it too," I admitted, going into coughing fit that caused her to step back away from me. "Well whatever you've got," Nikki said with a scowl, "just don't give it to me..." "I wouldn't dream of it," I rolled my eyes. "After all, your not catching my cold is my highest priority..." "Well it should be," Nikki joked. Then she asked, "Did you hear much about McKormick?" "Not much," I answered with a shake of my head. "The cops were more interested in asking questions than answering them..." Nikki nodded as though she'd expected that. "Someone shot him, smashed all his equipment, and then destroyed the hard drive on his computer... I guess this guy really didn't want anyone to get at McKormick's work..." "The guy was a bit of an asshat," I told Nikki with a scowl, "but he didn't deserve that..." "I heard you saw the guy who did it?" Nikki said, giving me a look that said she expected all the details. I let out a sigh, then began to tell her everything I'd told the cops. And like I'd told them, there really wasn't much to tell since I never got a good look at his face. Whoever he was, he made sure to protect his identity which meant this probably wasn't some spur of the moment thing. Once I was finished and I told Nikki I had to get back to work. She nodded and told me, "Just try to take it easy, okay. I wasn't kidding when I said you look terrible. You should probably think about going home..." "I'll think about it," I told her with a forced smile, knowing that she was right. As it was, I probably would have called in sick if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't have any sick time and couldn't afford to miss work. I tried to keep going and just tough it out, remembering what my old football coach used to say about players who gave up just because they had a little 'boo boo'. However I started feeling even worse and after an hour had to finally call it quits and go home. Once I got home I immediately climbed into bed to get some rest, or at least to try to. The nausea and aches in my muscles only continued to get stronger, until suddenly every muscle in my body cramped at once. I tried to scream out from the sudden burst of intense pain, but even my throat muscles were seized and wouldn't work right. Just as the aches turned to cramps the cramps soon turned to pure searing agony that not only burned through my muscles, but through even my bones. Every fiber of my body felt as though it were simultaneously on fire and being crushed. Then when this pain finally receded I was so overwhelmed with complete and utter exhaustion that I could do nothing more than lay there and sink into darkness. -------------------- Pain. Sleep. Pain. Sleep. This was the cycle that my life followed as I spent a period of time awake but in agony and unable to move followed by a period where I'd slip back into the mercy of unconsciousness. This was what my life had become and during this time my mind was so fogged with pain and exhaustion that I could barely remember it being any other way. Eventually the cycle changed and the burning pain receded to a dull ache. I could move again, as well though was still too tired to take any advantage of this. Instead I remained where I was as I slowly came out of my daze, sleeping several more times in the process though not nearly as deep. At the moment I was awake and aware enough that I could think about actually getting up though I had yet to find the willpower to do so. I finally gathered my energy and slowly sat up in bed, noticing that while the pain was gone my muscles were still a little sore. It was like the soreness that came after a good workout though and even that seemed to be fading. However I also noticed that something felt really off, though I was still a bit too dazed to see what. After a few minutes of just sitting there with my feet hanging over the side, I realized that I had something on me. I looked at my arm, seeing that it was covered with some sort of greasy brown goo. In fact, my whole bed was full of it. I was immediately disgusted, thinking that I must have really shit myself good while I was sick. "I definitely need a shower," I half mumbled, looking down at my covered body and wincing in disgust, "Bad." Again I was hit with the strong feeling that there was something really wrong, something that I was missing. I stood up then paused to catch my balance, feeling a little as though all of my muscles had turned to rubber. This distracted me from the growing certainty that I was missing something extremely important. I slowly made my way across my apartment, waking up a little more as I did so while also losing some of that jello feeling in my body. It was good to get the blood flowing again which only made me wonder just how long I'd been out. Then just as I was about to go to the bathroom to get that much needed shower, someone started knocking on my door. I ignored it at first but it got more insistent. Finally a woman's voice came from the door. "Derek... Are you in there...? Derek? Come on...open up." It took me a few seconds to recognize Nikki's voice. "I'm coming," I grumbled weakly, reluctantly turning to get the door. Then I remembered I was still in my birthday suit with nothing on but that greasy brown smear. I felt embarrassed and was about to yell at her to come back later when I noticed the blanket I had draped over my old second-hand couch to cover a couple holes. I grabbed that and draped it over my body, holding it closed with one hand as I began to unlock the door. "Hey Nikki," I greeted her as I finally opened the door. Nikki stood in the door way dressed more casually than how I usually saw her at work, wearing a black T-shirt with a red skull picture on the front. I knew it was a girl skull because it had a bow and long lashes. However Nikki herself stared at me with a look of blank confusion then of disgust. "Who are you?" Nikki demanded. "And what the hell is that shit all over you...?" "What?" I blinked, once again overwhelmed by the feeling that something was extremely wrong. Maybe it was the fact that Nikki looked like she'd grown taller. I glanced down to her feet but she wasn't wearing high heels. "Where's Derek?" Nikki insisted, pushing past me to come inside. "I know I probably look like crap," I grumbled, "but I'm still Derek..." Nikki ignored me and began calling my name as she quickly went through my apartment and looked through each door, including the closet. When she looked into my bedroom however and saw the mess of my bed she paused and stared at it with a look of disgust before turning to glare at me. "What the hell is going on here and where is Derek?" Nikki demanded again. "I'm obviously in the right place because you called me by name..." "I don't know what your game is Nikki," I told her with a shake of my head, "but I'm not in the mood to play. You said I looked like something that cat barfed up and should go home so I did. I've been stuck in bed with the worst case of flu you can imagine and only got up a few minutes ago... What are you going on about...and how did you know where I live? I don't think I ever told you..." Nikki just stared me with a look of shock and confusion, then after a few seconds she became visibly shaken. She took a couple steps towards me and just stared at me in disbelief. "Derek...? Is that really you..?" "Yeah...why?" I asked, suddenly becoming afraid. I'd had the growing feeling that something was seriously wrong and Nikki's reactions just confirmed it. "Who was the high school prom queen?" she abruptly asked me. I blinked in surprise at the question then reminded her that she'd been the prom queen. She quickly followed that up with, "And who was the prom king?" "Jason Fisher," I answered, muttering, "smug bastard..." "It is you," she gasped, shaking her head. "How in the world...?" "What...?" I started to pull the blanket back for a better look at myself, but then paused since Nikki was standing right there. However I did become more aware of how my body now felt...and of a strange weight on my chest. I'd been so distracted by everything else I'd missed this. Before I could think of what to do, Nikki grabbed my shoulders, being careful to keep her hands on the blanket and not touch my goo covered skin. Then she gently pushed me towards the bathroom, stopping me in front of the mirror and snapping, "Does this look normal to you?" I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and my eyes went wide in shock and disbelief. My skin and hair were still smeared with that greasy brown stuff, but it was also immediately obvious that this wasn't my face beneath it. It was the face of a young woman. "What the hell?" I gasped, feeling completely stunned. I dropped the blanket to the floor, no longer caring that Nikki was there. A single look was enough to reveal that my body matched my face. I had the body of a chick including a pair of tits. "How in the world...?" "I was hoping you'd tell me," Nikki muttered, taking a step back and wincing. She took a step back and hesitated a moment before saying, "Maybe you should take a shower and clean up... I mean...you're kind of gross right now and you really stink..." With that Nikki rushed backed out of the bathroom so I could have some privacy to shower, though I suspected she also intended to give me the opportunity to check out my transformed body. Of course she could just have been completely and totally freaked out over what had happened to me. I knew I was. I was in complete shock. I just stared down at myself for several minutes, trying to take in what had happened to me. How could I not have noticed this sooner? How could I have missed these two mounds on my chest? How could I have been so dazed that I hadn't even noticed I'd turned into a fucking chick? It all made no sense. I guess I was a LOT sicker than I'd even realized. After a few minutes I finally climbed into the shower, eager to get this goo off me and get clean. I scrubbed at myself in near desperation to get clean, and perhaps almost as if I'd be able to scrub these weird changes away while I was at it. Of course there was no luck with that because even once I'd gotten the goo off me I still had a girl's body. I climbed out of the tub and stared down at myself in stunned disbelief, unable to believe that this was really my body. I was definitely smaller than before, about 5 foot 7 or so and a lot less muscular though I still looked fit and firm. My new tits were nice, round, and firm...as well as probably about a C or D cup. I imagined that they'd look awesome...on some other chick. Then I looked into the mirror again, taking a look at my reflection for the first time without it being covered by that nasty shit. I definitely looked like a chick, there was absolutely no doubt about that. I also happened to look like a hot one, though one who didn't look like a complete stranger. "No fucking way," I whispered, running a hand over my face then pausing to look down at my hand and noticing that it was different too. It was much more feminine looking and my nails were a bit longer as well, though if I was a real girl I'd say my nails needed a manicure. "Hell no..." I turned my attention back to my face, noticing that I still had the same dark hair that I'd had before though now it was much longer, hanging down past my shoulders. It was also really messy and in need of a haircut if I didn't want to look like some homeless person or something. My skin also still had the same permanent light tan it always had, courtesy of some Mediterranean heritage on my dad's side. "I look like I could be my own sister," I blurted out, definitely seeing signs my own face in the mirror though a much softer and feminine version of it. "If I had a sister that is..." For several minutes I just stared at my reflection, making faces at myself and seeing my reflection make them back. This whole thing seemed kind of surreal, like I was in some kind of trippy dream. I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to the rest of my body, slowly feeling up my new tits then running my hands over the rest of my body. My skin seemed so soft and smooth...not to mention strangely short of hair. I even reached betwen my legs, feeling the empty spot and wincing. "I'm a fucking chick," I grimaced, hardly able to believe it. It made absolutely no sense but I couldn't deny what I felt...and what I didn't feel. "How...?" Of course the 'how' was the million dollar question with other expensive questions being the 'what' and the 'why'. I had absolutely no idea what had happened to me and looking over my transformed body did little to answer any of them. The only thing I knew for sure was that my body had somehow become a chick's. "I can't stay in here forever," I grimaced, grabbing my largest towel and wrapping it around myself as I knew girls did. Even then, I couldn't help but stopping to stare into the mirror again. When I left my bathroom I was pleasantly surprised to find that Nikki hadn't just run off and abandoned me. Instead she had just put a large garbage bag next to the door which was full of the filthy sheets and blankets from bed. I noticed she was wearing my leather work gloves, obviously not wanting to touch any of them with her bare hands. "These are going in the garbage," she stated firmly, gesturing to the bag before adding, "you'll need to throw out your mattress too... It's ruined..." "Thanks," I said self-consciously, giving myself another look before hurrying to my room. I quickly got dressed in some of my clothes which were now far too large for me. I felt almost like a little kid wearing his dad's shirt or something though I didn't really have much other choice at the moment. None of my clothes would fit anymore. It was weird feeling so uncomfortable in my own cloths as well as awkward since it helped drive in the point that my body had somehow been changed. Once I was done getting dressed, I made my way to the kitchen, not yet sure what I could say to Nikki. This was such a weird situation not to mention extremely embarrassing. I wasn't sure if I should ask her to leave so I could deal with this in private or thank her for staying so I wouldn't have to. "I'm starving," I told Nikki with a weak smile as I started digging through the fridge for leftovers. There was half a pizza in there, so I eagerly started gulping it down, only thinking about offering Nikki some after I'd taken several bites. "No thanks." She shook her head, watching me with an expression that was difficult to read. After a moment she sat down at the table across from me and said, "You said earlier that after you left work, you came home and went right to bed." "Yeah," I answered, shuddering as I remembered how much I'd been hurting. If nothing else, I was damn grateful that was over. "Then it's no wonder you're starving," Nikki told me. "That was three days ago..." "Three days?" I gasped in surprise. "I guess when you didn't come back," she told me with a faint chuckle, "they just assumed you were freaked out about Doctor McKormick's murder and quit..." She stared at me for a few seconds then admitted, "I got a little worried, so got your address from HR and came over to check on you..." I just shook my head, muttering, "Three days..." I shuddered at the thought of having spent three straight days in bed going between agony and sleep. "Damn." "No wonder you're so hungry," Nikki mused thoughtfully. "You probably used up a lot of energy changing like this..." Then she frowned for a moment. "And that stuff all over your bed is probably your excess body mass... The question remaining though is how did this happen? Or more accurately perhaps, what exactly is it that happened?" I grunted as I continued eating, wishing I knew. I had a million questions and absolutely no answers at all. All I knew was that I wanted to get back to normal as fast as possible. Nikki just sat there while I ate, watching me with a thoughtful expression. When I finished eating she asked, "Did you happen to have any incidents or have anything happen in any of the research labs?" "No," I shook my head. "I have to have an escort for the labs I am allowed to go in and I'm not even allowed into any of the ones with the important work." I thought about it for a moment before adding, "The only thing weird that happened at work was that guy I saved from being run over." Nikki nodded at that. "I was thinking about that and what you told me a couple days ago. It seems odd that someone running away from a murder would bother bringing bottled water with them and stranger that he'd freak out over losing it." She gave me a steady look as she added, "Whatever he spilled on you...I don't think it was water." "Oh shit," I grimaced, knowing she was right. I had just been thinking the guy was crazy to be more worried about the water than about nearly dying, but if there was really something else in the container... something that could do THIS to a person. I shook my head. "But what could do THIS to me?" I gestured down at myself with an embarrassed disgust. "I'm not sure," Nikki admitted, "but I have heard of several things that can change people or make them developed powers. I think I might have an idea though..." With that Nikki stood up and looked at me again, her expression difficult to read as a variety of different emotions ran over her face. She still looked a bit shocked by my transformation, though obviously not nearly as much as I was. However she also seemed concerned, curious, and...something else. She looked me over with an expression that might have been one of appreciation. However that quickly passed as well. "I think I need to go to a hospital," I said finally, not sure where else I could possibly go with this problem. Unfortunately I didn't think any doctors could really do much for something like this. "I don't think it would do much good," she said, echoing my own thoughts. "At worst you might even end up as some sort of guinea pig. I want to check into a few ideas first... I need to go get some things... I'll be back in a few hours..." She went to the door, then stopped to give me one more look, saying, "I'll try helping...if I can." A moment later Nikki was gone, leaving home along with just my own thoughts for company. I let out a yawn, feeling tired again, though it wasn't the same kind of exhaustion as before. More likely I'd just pushed myself a little too much. I thought about going back to bed again, then remembered the state it was in. "Damn," I muttered to myself with a shake of my head, "it looks like my couch and I are going to be spending a lot of time together..." I sat down on the couch, physically exhausted, though my mind and emotions continued racing. In fact, without Nikki here to act as a distraction they were running rampant, leaving me a bundle of nerves and fighting off the urge to just scream. I tried getting hold of myself and looked down at my transformed body, especially at the two mounds which pushed out from my chest. I had to fight back the impulse to just grab hold of them to make sure that they were indeed real. Nothing about this whole situation felt real. In fact it felt more like some kind of nightmare. "Damn," I muttered, closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths in order to calm myself down again. "This is crazy..." I'd seen some weird shit back during my time as Kid Kaboom but nothing like this. After a few minutes I got back up and went to the closet where I pulled out an old picture I had stored in the back, hidden away rather than being displayed on the wall, because it might cause a few questions if anyone saw it. It was a picture of five people dressed in super hero costumes, a picture of my old team, the Crusaders. All five of us were standing there posing for the picture with me being on the far left. I had dark hair and permanently tanned skin thanks to my Mediterranean heritage, though of course you couldn't actually see my skin in the picture since I wore a red mask that covered my entire face. My old Kid Kaboom costume was red and gray with some gold trim and it covered my entire body, leaving nothing exposed except for my hair. Standing on the far end of the row was Kelly...or Catalyst as she was called in costume. She had on the blue cloak she always wore and the gold face mask which kept anyone from seeing who she really was. I scowled faintly, remembering how useless she used to be in a fight... always getting in the way rather than helping. It was ironic to think that she was also the most important member of the Crusaders because without her none of the rest of us would have been able to do anything at all. Rachael, Kyle, and Jeff were there in costume too, or Guardian Girl, Charger, and Dodger as they were also known. I smiled faintly as I looked over the picture, remembering them all in action. I also remembered all the times we just hung out as friends even before Kelly suddenly developed her own powers and started to give us ours. It was sad to think that those days were gone for good since I've barely talked to any of them since high school. "Ladybug, Butterfly, Jumping Jack, the Shrinker...and even Doctor Echo." I sighed as I named off some of our worst villains. "None of them was as bad as this..." I reached down and cupped my tits, feeling both curious and self- conscious as I did so. I shook my head and let out a sigh, realizing that my attempt to distract myself had worked in a way. My emotions had stabilized a bit, but now I was left feeling mostly depressed. My life had been going nowhere fast for a long time, ever since high school ended. My career as a super hero was over. My time as a star on the football field or as a popular guy around school had ended. I was stuck in a crappy job with absolutely no future. Now now this... It seemed as though the entire world was out to get me, to see how much it could take from me before I finally snapped. After a minute I hesitantly felt my crotch and the empty spot that now existed there. Then I reached under my shirt and felt my tits, touching the nipples. They felt strange and sensitive yet oddly nice at the same time. I couldn't resist rubbing them further, feeling them harden and feeling even nicer. "I've got my own tits," I whispered, feeling guilty about how good they felt to touch. I have no idea how long I just laid there on my couch feeling myself up and absorbing the sensations. All I knew was that I was completely exhausted and had used up what energy I did have with my emotional meltdown. So as strange as this way, it was also nice in a way to just sit back and relax which is exactly what I did until I fell back asleep. -------------------- "You've got to be kidding me," I grumbled as I looked into the mirror, not exactly thrilled with what I saw. At the moment I was wearing girl clothes that Nikki had brought over a short time ago. She'd decided I needed clothes that actually fit me, so took all the old clothes that she and her girlfriend June were going to donate to charity and gave them to me instead. I wasn't quite sure what to think of that as I felt both gratitude and embarrassment. I was currently wearing a pair of black slacks and a red shirt with a black cat printed across the front. They certainly weren't a perfect fit, with the pants being just a little too short and a bit loose at the waist, but I had to admit that this all fit much better than my own clothes could at the moment. There was something about having clothes that actually fit which made me feel a little better, even if they were girl clothes. Unfortunately I was also wearing a bra, though I'd had little choice in the matter. As Nikki said, "If you insist on looking like a woman then I insist you dress like one." However I certainly don't remember remember having any choice in the matter, much less insisting on it. "Much better," Nikki said, nodding her approval from behind me. "You almost look presentable now." She raised an eyebrow and added, "Almost." "Almost?" I asked with a frown. Nikki grinned. "Well, your hair really needs styling and you could use some makeup...but at least you'll be able to leave the house." "Great." I rolled my eyes, having absolutely no intention of leaving the house while I looked like this. Then I looked down at myself and gulped, realizing that I probably wouldn't have any choice. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remind myself that this wasn't the end of the world and that things were better than yesterday. Yesterday I'd still been a bit sore and at least half asleep for most of it. Today that soreness had vanished entirely and I felt wide awake and full of energy. In fact I felt pretty damn good... physically at least. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was now a chick, I'd say that I've never felt this good in my life. I stood up as tall as I could, which admittedly wasn't as much as last week and stretched. It felt good. I continued stretching, moving my body in different direction as I did so, even bending down and touching my toes. I was absolutely amazed at just how light and flexible my transformed body felt. However I quickly stopped what I was doing and clamped down on those thoughts. There was no way I was going to like anything about this situation. "Damn," I muttered in embarrassment, blushing as I looked back at Nikki who was watching me with a look of interest that vanished the moment she saw me looking back. "This is weird..." Nikki nodded. "I'd imagine so..." Nikki continued staring at me, blushing slightly at first, though her expression quickly turned serious. I grimaced, knowing that we were finally going to talk about the subject we'd been dancing around since she'd come over. Last night Nikki had come back over just like she'd promised and had brought with her several small pieces of test equipment she'd 'borrowed' from one of the research labs at work. She'd used these to test me and even took a sample of my blood. When she'd left, it was the promise that she'd come back today to tell me what she found out. The fact that she hadn't actually told me yet indicated that it wasn't good news. Nikki sighed then went to my kitchen, so I followed her. She gestured for me to sit down at my small table, though she went to my kitchen counter and picked up the bottle of Southern Comfort I had sitting there. She poured us each a little while I just grimaced, knowing that this was definitely not a good sign. I clenched my fists nervously while she set a glass of the whisky in front of me, then took a sip of her own. "It's that bad?" I finally asked. "It depends," Nikki said with a forced smile. "On what your definition of bad is I mean." Then she took another sip before asking, "What do you know about Doctor McKormick's work?" I thought about it for a moment before shrugging, "Just that he was trying to cure...whatever it was he had." "I didn't know much about it either until last night," Nikki admitted with a forced smile. "But it seemed like the obvious place to look." She paused to give me a sympathetic look before continuing, "He was working with nanites...microscopic machines that could go into your body and actually fix damaged pieces of DNA. That way he'd be able to cure certain genetic based diseases..." "You think that's what did this to me?" I asked hopefully as I gestured down at myself. "I know it," Nikki told me. "I found the nanites in your blood..." Then Nikki abruptly said, "I don't know much about biology... My interest is technology...machines." She paused again, looking a little embarrassed. "Bigger machines. Nanites are way out of my scope. But I broke into Doctor McKormick's lab last night and took a look around. Whoever killed him wiped out his computer and destroyed the machines he used to make the nanites... However...Doctor McKormick did have a few notes still there on paper. There wasn't anything technical like how the nanites were made or how he programmed them, just some of his observations." "Okay," I urged Nikki to continue, feeling my stomach knot up in anticipation. "But how does fixing a disease do this?" "I'm getting to that," Nikki said slowly with a thoughtful look on her face. "From what I understand, these nanites were designed to attatch to someone's DNA and change just one or two specific parts, then to replicate those changes through the body as fast as possible, improving general health as they go. But McKormick's notes said each batch of nanites had to be custom made because the programming of where to change is hardwired in when each batch is made." She scowled and gave me a steady look before adding, "They also indicated each batch could only exist outside the human body for about an hour before they go completely dormant and lock up." I just nodded though I didn't fully understand what she was saying. Most scientific technical talk was like mumbo jumbo to me though she was dumbing it down enough so that I thought I was getting the basics. Nikki didn't look at me as she continued, "The police found out that an unknown person has made several large payments to McKormick in the last couple months...though they don't know yet if it's related to his murder." She took a deep breath then looked me in the eyes. "What I do know was that someone intentionally created that batch of nanites to attack a Y chromosome and turn it into an X...and may have done more. This was done either shortly before McKormick's death or even after it because the nanites hadn't gone dormant yet when you were infected. In fact, whoever killed him might have made this batch before destroying the equipment. I just don't know..." "Damn," I whispered, staring down at my hands which clutched my glass. I took a sip and sat there for a moment in silence before asking the question that I feared I already knew the answer to. "But can I be changed back?" "I don't think..." Nikki started, then looked away and answered, "No." I closed my eyes and muttered and grimaced, taking several deep breaths as I did so. That might have been the answer I was expected though it certainly hadn't been the one I wanted to hear. Then again, I reminded myself, Nikki might not be right. She was only an intern...not an actual scientist herself. "The nanites are still in your body," Nikki told me quietly, "embedded into your cells and making sure your DNA doesn't try changing back. I'm pretty sure you can't remove the nanites without killing you and their programming is hardwired into them, so I don't think it's even possible to reprogram them." She paused to finish off her Southern Comfort before giving me a sympathetic look. "Admittedly, I don't know much about nanites and even less about biology... McKormick might have been able to reverse what his nanites did, but I wouldn't have the first idea of where to even start." I downed the rest of my drink with a single gulp, then just sat there in stunned silence. Having feared and even expecting this result wasn't quite the same as actually having it conformed. "Maybe someone else at the company could help," I thought aloud, relieved when Nikki didn't get offended by the suggestion. "Maybe," Nikki agreed. "There are researchers there who know more about nanites than me...though I don't think any of them are experts. But without McKormick's notes or equipment I don't really think any of them would be able to do anything either. And worse, messing with the nanites might end up tearing you up from the inside out..." She shook her head and added, "There's also another problem..." "As if I don't have enough of those," I grimaced. Nikki gave me a sympathetic smile and said, "If you show up infected with Doctor McKormick's work then the police might decide you had something to do with his murder." "What?" I gasped in surprise. Nikki shrugged. "I'm not saying they will...only that they might. The police are overworked and underpaid so it's been my experience that if they can close a case and get rid of some of their workload with an easy and obvious answer they usually will...even if it isn't the right one." She shook her head as she pointed out, "A lot of innocent people end up going to jail because of things like that and you don't want to be one of them." Unfortunately I had to admit that Nikki was probably right. Back when I'd been in the super hero business, I'd dealt with a few cops who were generally just trying to do their jobs. But if they could make their jobs easier they usually would. Then as I was considering what the cops might do I also began to wonder about the company I worked for. Even if it was proven that I didn't have anything to do with McKormick's death, I still had his work inside me. This was work that the company had paid for. I could just imagine the company suing me to get their property back somehow or doing other things to make life even more difficult for me. I might be able to find help for my situation if I was open about it but that would also be very risky. This whole situation reminded me of exactly why we used to keep our real identities secret back when we were out doing the super hero thing. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I moaned, knowing that I no longer even had a job. I certainly couldn't go back to work like this. In fact I realized that I probably no longer even had a job. After all, I hadn't shown up at all in days and hadn't even called in sick once. "I can't live like this..." "Sure you can," Nikki put a hand on my arm and tried to reassure me. "Trust me, being a woman isn't a bad thing." I just glared at her, feeling a surge of anger as I snapped, "And how would you like it if you woke up tomorrow as a guy?" Nikki blinked and took a step back before chuckling, "That might actually be kind of interesting... There are some things I'd like to try...and some ladies who aren't interested in me right now..." Then she paused, noticing the look on my face before sighing, "You're right. It would be a bit of a shock." I nodded at that, trying to force myself to stay calm. It would be so easy to freak out and go into a panic or even a long bout of self-pity. In fact I'd already been doing a bit of both since my transformation. Of course I suddenly realized that I've been wallowing in self-pity ever since my forced retirement from being Kid Kaboom. It's just that my current circumstances made my old problems seem like nothing and I couldn't help but feeling like I'd been some kind of whiner for the last few years. "And I thought I had something to complain about before." I shook my head with a snort. One thing I'd learned as a hero was to ignore my own fear and frustrations or at least put them aside long enough to deal with the business at hand first. After all, you couldn't fight a bad guy if let yourself freak out over what he might potentially do to you. I guess I hadn't been very good at that lately though decided that I'd have to at least try for now. "I have no idea what to do now," I thought aloud, trying to keep the self-pity from my voice. I'd always been perfect happy as a guy and never had any interest or desire in being a chick. Of course now I had no choice in the matter but that didn't mean I had to like it. I just had to figure out how to survive as a chick without going crazy, though I still hoped I'd be able to eventually find a way to get back to normal. "I feel like a stranger in my own body," I grumbled with a look down at myself. "Then maybe your first step should be to get more used to it," Nikki suggested, giving me a strange look then quickly turning her eyes away with a blush. "I mean, you're a lot smaller than you used to be and probably a whole lot weaker. You don't want to accidentally try lifting something too heavy and hurt yourself..." She looked back at me again with a thoughtful expression. "But you are a lot more flexible too... You should probably learn what your new limits are..." I nodded at that, not having any better idea. Besides, it made sense and as much as I dreaded the answer I was curious about just how much weaker I'd become. Fortunately my apartment building might be low budget, but it did have a small workout room where I'd be able to find out just how much strength I'd lost. Fifteen minutes later we were down in the gym and I was relieved to see that it was empty of anyone besides the two of us. I was relieved at that since I didn't need an audience to see my upcoming humiliation. It would be bad enough with Nikki watching, but I'd feel bad about asking her to leave when she was only there trying to help. I looked over the rather limited exercise equipment and felt nervous. "Let's see how bad this is," I announced, going to the bench press first. I decided to start with nothing but the bar just in case this was the worst case scenario. With the way things were going lately I wouldn't be surprised. To my relief I was able to lift the bar with no more effort than I would have put into it before. I added more weight and tried again. I continued doing this, adding more and more weight and being surprised when I reached the 200lb mark. I was absolutely shocked when I reached my new limit at just over 300lbs. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in amazement. I not only hadn't lost any strength in my transformation, but seemed to have gained a little as well. After taking a minute to absorb this I moved to the other equipment, trying out some curls and then squats and finding similar results. I was able to lift a lot more than a real girl with this build should, though this hardly qualified as super strength. After all, I was still within normal human range...albeit that of a strong man. Back when I'd been Kid Kaboom and had powers, super strength had never been one of them, but I sort of imagined this was about what it would feel like. Nikki thought that this was probably a side effect of the nanites rebuilding my body, since part of their programming was to improve physical heath. She also said something about how they might have helped me reach my full physical potential, though I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying at this time. I didn't care how I could lift so much weight, only that I could. It made me feel a whole lot better about my situation since I knew I wasn't going to be stuck being weak and helpless. "We're not done yet," Nikki told me as I was getting ready to leave the weight room. "You have a better idea about how strong you are now...but you still need to get a better sense of your own balance...and flexibility." She gave me a broad grin as she said that then winked, "Come on girl, we've still got work to do..." -------------------- I felt self-conscious as I walked down the sidewalk beside Nikki, well aware of the attention we were receiving. Actually I was pretty sure that Nikki was the one getting most of the male attention, though I knew I was getting some of it as well. As uncomfortable as this made me I was also kind of happy to be out and about as well. For the last few days I'd been locked up in my apartment and had been feeling increasingly claustrophobic. Nikki spent most of the day working and, though she came by after work to see me each day, I still spent most of the time by myself. And while that gave me plenty of opportunity to familiarize myself with my new body and limits, it also gave me a lot of time to think about all the problems facing me. My two biggest problems at the moment, other than the obvious, were that I no longer had a job and wouldn't be able to pay the bills. When my rent came due and I missed it, I'd probably end up out on the street. My other problem was that I couldn't use my own drivers license or identification. Legally I didn't really exist anymore, which meant I couldn't just go and get another job. I knew that I'd have to find something under the table that didn't ask a lot of questions. Unfortunately I didn't like the jobs that came to mind for someone who looked like I now did. At the moment though I was more or less in a good mood and grateful to Nikki for coming over on her day off and getting me out of the apartment. I'd made a few short trips out on my own, but had been a bit nervous about how to react to people who now saw me as a chick. I guess I just wanted some company for backup on my first real trip out. I was so grateful to Nikki that I'd barely even protested when she announced she was taking me to the salon. "If you're going to be a woman you might as well do it right," Nikki told me. "Besides, I'm not going to hang out with someone who looks only a step up from being homeless..." And with that she'd gently tugged on my hair before dragging me out of the apartment. I looked over at one of the guys we passed who was paying us particularly strong attention, blushing brightly when his eyes seemed to settle on my tits for a few seconds. I quickly looked away, hoping we didn't meet eyes in case he got the wrong idea. The very idea made me shudder a little. "Trust me," Nikki told me with a chuckle, "I know exactly how you feel..." I just snorted skeptically at that. Nikki might not be interested in guys, but I seriously doubted she had any idea of just how disturbing the idea of being with a guy was for me. Then over I noticed Nikki frowning slightly and realized that she'd been doing that a lot since she'd come over today. "Are you pissed at me?" I abruptly asked, afraid that I must have done something to make her made. I had no idea what it might be, but that was absolutely nothing new when dealing with chicks. Nikki looked surprised and quickly told me, "No... It's just..." She hesitated for a moment, and looked at the ground before answering, "It's June..." She frowned and shook her head. "We kind of had an argument last night..." "I'm sorry," I told her sympathetically then asked, "What about?" I quickly bit my tongue, realizing that it was none of my business. Nikki hesitated for a moment before saying, "Nothing..." However after a few more seconds she frowned. "She called me secretive..." Nikki was silent for nearly half a minute before continuing, "I mean, it's not like I can tell her about work... I signed a confidentiality agreement. I did tell her you were sick and I was helping you out... I just didn't tell her about what happened to you." "Why not?" I asked out of curiosity, though I was also relieved that Nikki hadn't been spreading this around. This was embarrassing enough that I didn't want anyone else to know about it unless I had to. "That's your secret," Nikki told me with a faint smile. "It's not my place to share it." Then she paused and gave a broad grin and pointed, "We're here..." I stepped into