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MAU 01 - Superheroes do exist On the start of what would become a very unusual day, Kevin J Starr, a not-so-young-anymore 30-year-old, got a text from his friend Mark Dorsett, saying his brother found a piece of alien technology, and it would change everything. "Todd found suitcase with alient writing on it. Looks silver, touch and it grows to a phone booth," the text said. Kevin ignored it in his rush to get out the door and get to work. He drove a 2006 Camry, as he had some debt problems and couldn't afford a car that he really wanted. He was a bit overweight, with his lower half a bit thicker than his upper half. His medium-brown hair was receding, which his sister and brother teased him about every so often, along with his lack of shaving regularly. He did shave every few days, but he had no real reason to shave every day, as he figured he didn't have anyone to impress. He shaved for church or on the odd occasion he had a date, which didn't really happen often, since most of the girls he knew were of pretty poor quality, either trashy, slutty, airheaded, or just plain too bitter to care about. Most lacked what he enjoyed in a woman - a great mind, sharp wit, and a great figure to boot. It would be much easier if life were a comic, he thought. Power Girl, She-Hulk, Ms. Marvel, Wonder Woman...those are the kind of women that would rock. More girls should try to be like them, rather than like Paris Hilton or other anorexic TV girls. A crying shame, really. He worked at a software company, dealing in HR Software, where he took support calls, but he really wanted to program, even though his talents weren't so much programming, but rather coming up with ideas for new programs or combining several ideas in new ways. "What's crappenin'?" Darren asked as Kevin walked in and sat down across from him. They say in hexagonal 'pods' with laptops and second monitors, and their phones, ready to answer customers' questions, which more often than not, turned out to be 'how do I do x y z?', since most of the HR staffs at most companies were people who had no business ever using computers in the first place. "Good mornin'," Kevin said, still a bit tired. "What's new?" "Not too much, just got done watching Doctor Who, gonna start on Justice League now," he replied. "We've got about 80 cases in the queue, and I've got three people on the phone about a web site issue right now. So dive right in whenever you get logged in." "Oh, a light day?" Kevin chuckled as he sat down, let his backpack down, and got out his wireless mouse. He plugged it in, logged in, and started working on his cases. It looked like it was going to be a long, long day. ----------------------------------------------------------- Back at the Dorsett house, Todd had found out how to use the machine by placing his hand on the three-fingered hand print, pressing the crystal, and then pressing the corresponding crystal inside. He and Mark had tried out quite a few things, from turning things to gold, to creating phasers, to changing their own appearance, including changing themselves into super models. Sitting down on the bed, the one who looked like Jessica Simpson, but with larger breasts and wearing only a bikini top and daisy dukes, leaned back on her arms, letting her long blonde hair fall back onto the bed, smiling. The other, who looked exactly like Megan Fox, save for the DD breasts, much longer hair, and complete lack of tattoos, practiced walking back and forth, entranced by the sensations of her body, watching her breasts jiggle as she walked. "This is so amazing," Jessica Simpson said with a voice exactly like the real one. "Todd, this booth could even grant us super powers I bet!" "I think you're right, Mark," Megan Fox answered back. She walked over to the computer and saw an article title - 'White babies now in minority' - and furrowed her brow. "And I think I know what we can do with those powers..." ------------------------------------------------------------------ About lunchtime, Kevin was eating his sandwich, reading an old issue of Justice Society of America, when he heard a news report of some mysterious disappearances of illegal aliens in the nearby area over the last few hours. He dismissed it, as he was about to get back to work, but he got a phone call, from Mark's number, so he answered it. "Hey, Kevin, I got to talk to you real quick," said a girl with a beautiful voice. This was different. "Who is this?" Kevin asked, wondering why some girl was calling him. "Kevin, it's Mark, I don't have much time. The booth changes people, and that's why people are disappearing. You've got to use it, it's in my room, change into a superhero, and stop Todd. Please hurry!" "Wait a minute, turn into a superhero? That booth? You've got to be joking!" Kevin replied. "I'm not joking, this is serious. He's planning on turning into Zod pretty soon, and surround himself with a harem of blonde and red-headed women!" she said. "If this is really Mark, what'd we play together as kids?" "Contra and Mario 3, doofus," came the reply with a bit more urgency. "I've got to go. He's wanting me to change again, and he's already going into the booth to try out flight powers. Please hurry!" Kevin thought about it, and the girl was right, they did play Mario 3 and Contra. He thought about it. "Hold him off from turning into Zod as long as you can, I guess. I'll get there as soon as I can," Kevin said, only halfway believing the story. "Kevin, it's urgent...he's going to do much worse...just hurry!" she said as the line disconnected. Kevin felt like he needed to get there as soon as possible, but he had a conference call with three clients he had to get done, and couldn't get out of. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Todd had decided to move the booth from his and Mark's shared bedroom to their garage, as Todd, who was 31, and Mark, who was 27, both lived in their parents' house, while Todd was finalizing his own house purchase a few miles south, and Mark was having his own house remodeled. "Mark, I want to try something. I'm going to try super powers, and I want you to try some out too." "Um...which powers?" "I've got an idea," Todd said as he put his hand on the booth, giving himself a few inches more of height, and bigger muscles, and super strength and flight. Once he exited the booth, he put his hand on the paw print, and motioned for Mark to enter, without letting him see the panel. Once he exited, Mark noticed the differences immediately. He was now a she, and she was about 5'7", a little shorter than before, and as she looked in the dresser mirror, was dressed in a tied-off cut off shirt, daisy dukes that showed off a perfectly shaped rear, long and smooth legs, and a perfect face with lush lips. Her body curved perfectly with a thin waist that widened out into shapely hips, and breasts that filled out her top, almost to overflowing. Mark figured that he was around a DD - still. "What the hell am I supposed to be?" came the soprano voice from the person who used to be Mark. "You're kind of like the chick from Species, really strong, and out to get laid and have a shit-ton of babies," Todd replied. "What the hell? You made me a baby factory?" she protested, arms raised, along with her voice. "Also, your body craves the feeling of sex, the rush, and if you have sex with a man, he will turn into a woman if it's under the full moon," Todd replied. "You've got to be joking!" she yelled at him, her temper rising. "Of course I'm joking," Todd started laughing. "Why would I do such a thing?" "You idiot!" she said after a moment of silence, punching her brother in the arm. "I'll be back in a few minutes, but I want you to go outside and take a walk, get some sun," Todd suggested. Oddly enough, Mark did just that, without even thinking. Unknown to Mark, Todd made it impossible for her to disregard a suggestion he made. As she left the room, Todd's two friends walked in the house, past her, and waved hello to him. "So, dude, what'd you want us to see?" Connor asked. Connor looked like the typical pretty-boy jock, smooth-talking and always getting the girl. "This thing's some kind of sci-fi picture booth?" Billy asked, giving a chuckle. He had close-cropped blond hair. "Something like that. Look, I know you guys don't like Arabs or Chinese, right?" "True dat," Connor nodded, sounding slightly ghetto. "One's blowing us up and killing us, and the other's bleeding us dry, taking our money, stealing our tech." "Yeah, they're invading the US and Europe, trying to turn us all into a caliphate or somethin'!" Billy remarked, repeating things he had heard on some conspiracy sites he read. His cousin was also in New York on 9-11, and had been killed when the plane struck the tower. "Well I've got an idea that will let us all get some revenge, and set the two against each other..." Todd smiled, as he put his hands on both his friends' shoulders. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, Todd, why do I still need to be stuck like this?" came the question from the 5'7" blonde haired, blue eyed woman whose heels were clacking on the concrete as she walked back home, as she was on the cell phone with Todd. Her breasts jiggled as she walked, while her hips swayed suggestively, while her hair swished on her back, back and forth. She was clad in a daisy-dukes, which let a little of her perfectly round rear show, and a low-cut sleeveless cut-off top that gave her perfect cleavage. Her face had a perfect chin, full lips, a cute, upturned nose, sculpted eyebrows, and cheeks that were perfectly matched to the face. "It's just going to be for a few hours, while we're off doing stuff..." Todd answered. "Off where?" Mark asked. "Well, Connor went to the Middle East, and Billy went to China," Todd replied. "And I'm in Europe." "What're y'all doing there?" Mark asked, not understanding why they'd be in such random places. "We're going to get the muslims and Chinese to fight each other, and get them out of our hair for good. Connor is disguised as a super- strong, flying, energy-shooting Chinese guy, and Billy's going to China as the same kind of swarthy Arab. They'll shoot up the place in the name of the other, and get them to fight each other and leave us alone." "You've got to be joking!" Mark replied, pulse going faster, a bit scared. "That's a whole lot of people who'll be hurt!" "Both of 'em deserve it, by killing Americans first and by stealing our money. I'm just righting the balance of things, and when I'm done, everything will go back the way it should. And you should take the unlimited credit card I created and buy yourself something attractive," Todd said with a bit of a smirk. "You won't be changing out of that body without me telling you otherwise. Got it?" "I got it..." Mark answered with a sigh, about to hang up the phone, when Todd spoke up again. "And I also created a few blondes for me and my friends, so you'll have company when we get back," Todd added. "They're all blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big breasted, and answer to us. Show them a good time and get them something good." "I guess so," Mark said, hanging up the phone, and re-entering her house, to pick up the credit card on her dresser, and finding in fact, three blondes standing around, talking to each other, fondling their large breasts, marveling at each other's beauty. I can't fight it! I'm doing exactly what he said to do! And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop myself! But I can at least count on Kevin... The four blondes left the house and did as Todd instructed. His power over them was unquestionable. But his power was not absolute. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It was 2 PM and Kevin called Mark, or at least, the person who seemed to be Mark, back, and got her to pick up. She was exasperated he took that long, but Kevin finally calmed her down. "Kevin, you've got to get here, quick! Todd is going to start a war between the Chinese and the Arabs!" she said, getting back to the situation at hand. "I'm about five minutes out...your house, right?" Kevin replied. "Are you still there?" "I'm out shopping...he ordered me to do it, and I can't stop myself. The booth gave him the power to tell me what to do, and I have to do it." "Do you want me to pick you up?" Kevin asked. "Where are you?" "No, don't worry about me. You need to get to my house, you know where the key is. You have to use the booth to change yourself into a superhero, someone who's powerful enough to stop Todd and the two super-powered friends of his he just created." "That sounds totally and utterly ludicrous, you know that, right?" Kevin said. "I know! But he's got super powers now, and the only way to beat him is with super powers!" Mark replied, getting worked up. "You've got to do something!!" "Why haven't you done anything?" Kevin asked. "You've got this magic booth there, right?" "I can't get near it. Todd did something to me. I can't even contemplate getting near it to change. I simply...freeze up," she admitted, worry in her voice. "And you have to turn into a girl. Someone with blonde hair, blue eyes, and big breasts, and full of power." "Hold on man, I'm coming," Kevin said as he hung up the phone, and turned onto the road to Mark's house. He thought about it...blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, and super powers...not Canary...not Ms Marvel - she'd never last against a Zodd...he smiled, and arched an eyebrow. "Bingo." -------------------------------------------------------------- Kevin found the booth, and was given a quick run down of its operation by Mark, who was busy coralling the three women he was with so they could try to get home quickly. He had decided on the one person who could pull off being blonde, blue-eyed, big breasted, and powerful enough to take on another kryptonian - Power Girl. Luckily, Mark told him the booth bases future changes on past changes in its database, so that if he makes himself a Kryptonian, then Todd's Kryptonian will be similar...and have similar weaknesses. Kevin placed his hand on the panel and concentrated on the image of Power Girl. Slowly the image came into focus. She stood 5'11", 180 lbs, with perfect curves, 36-24-36, a butt that was absolutely perfectly shaped, breasts that were large, round, never sagging, and perfect, around an E-cup. She had a fitness model physique - obvious muscles without it being disgustingly unfeminine. The costume had blue calf-high boots, blue gloves, a white unitard with sleeves, a bit of vertical ribbing, and a boob window to show off her assets, and a gold- rope-held red cape. He focused on the blonde hair, which looked best to him shoulder length, then he added the ability to grow it longer consciously, and change it to red, as PG did in recent comics for disguise. He focused on the face, creating an amalgam face from the Tawnia cosplayer, Kate Upton, and Rosie Huntington, combining the best of each into a drop-dead gorgeous face, with crystal blue eyes, that could shift to green. The voice would be an amalgam of the three, and convey power, confidence, femininity, and a good sense of humor. Kevin then focused on her powers, the Kryptonian DNA, the flight, solar energy absorption, invulnerability to everything but Kryptonite in its various forms. Physically, Power Girl was 18, and functionally immortal according to the comics. She could survive supernovas, trips into the sun, and nuclear blasts, with her invulnerability extending to skintight clothes she wore. He recalled everything about their super strength, lifting over 1,000,000 tons without strain, super stamina to maintain constant action until solar power stores are depleted, not needing to eat or sleep due to deriving her power from the sun, and holding her breath for a long time. She had super speed, being able to travel up to light speed, and traveling through time, like in Superman: The Movie, and move in 'bullet time' like Clark in Smallville did, and run around Mach 9350. Kryptonian senses that Kevin remembered included super vision - both telescopic and microscopic, pentachromatic vision, seeing the entire EM spectrum from IR to UV, x-ray vision, and heat vision, with control enough to do micro-surgical precision, or wide-area heating, like when Clark heated up two frost-bitten humans in Smallville. Super smell enables tracking a person by scent or picking up the differences in cologne across the room. Super hearing from 0.01 to 200,000 Hz, at long distances, and super voicing, with perfect voice, pitch, and accent reproduction, super ventriloquism and scream, super hypnotism through subtle voice pitch changes and a kiss of forgetfulness, like in the movies. He gave the new form a healing factor like in Smallville, where wounds healed more quickly than in a human, total invulnerability and immunity to all earth toxins, poisons, and diseases. Figuring Kryptonians were more advanced physically, he removed all body hair not on her head, since he also didn't feel like shaving as a girl, and he didn't know how long he might need to be Power Girl. From what he knew of Power Girl, Keving gave her also a genius-level intellect, eidetic memory, ability to master languages and accents quickly, and super computer programming skills, and remarkable business savvy, along with indomitable will like Superman, a powerful will free of temptation or evil, optimistic, avoiding killing, and always looking for a way to win. He knew of the torquasm vo, resistance to telepathic invasion, and torquasm rao, separating oneself mentally from the body when being hurt. He gave her leadership ability, with the ability to command respect and inspire others with charisma, ardor, and idealism, and to make sure that he didn't try to turn evil, made a strong moral code, and fighting for truth, justice, and the American way important core values for himself in the new form, including love for country and its founding fathers and their values. Finally, to make sure he could take down Todd after his change, he gave himself, and thus Todd, a weakness to Kryptonite, green, red, blue, gold, black, silver, pink, and jewel. He also made his driver's license reflect his new appearance, and age of 18, and gave himself unlimited credit cards, along with a bit of psychic paper, for those occasions when needed. Looking at the black panel, Kevin was still in a bit of doubt about all this. It sounded utterly ridiculous. But his friend sounded completely freaked out, and like a girl, so he was going along with it. He took a deep breath, and grabbed a few of the crystals Mark collected from his dresser, and held them in his hand as he walked into the booth. He saw the door appear instantly, and was beginning to believe the whole situation. He cautiously stepped into the booth, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Here goes nothing," he said as he tapped the purple crystal inside the booth. The door disappeared as instantly as it had appeared, and seconds later, it was back. Out stepped a tall, blonde, and very buxom Power Girl. "Holy...I'm Power Girl, dammit!" she exclaimed to herself, looking at her reflection in the dresser mirror, which gave her an impressive view from the hips up, which was a remarkable view, to say the least. Her body was shapely, curvy, toned, and busty, with the blonde hair, and beautiful, crystal blue eyes. "Can I.....?" she wondered, as she floated for a moment, then set herself down. The box she held in her hand, lead-lined, with four individual compartments, held the key to her plan. Using the booth again, she stepped in, then out in civilian clothes, holding a backpack containing the Power Girl outfit, but wearing glasses, tied back hair, a skirt, heels, and a tank top. Looking into the mirror, she shifted her hair to red, and lengthened it a bit, and changed her eyes to green. "This thing is utterly amazing," she said, the wonder coming out of her voice. "But I know a better way to stow a costume..." She put her hand on the panel, and thought of a ring, bearing the Superman 'S' on it. She stepped in and out, and tapped the ring, just like Barry Allen, the second Flash, and out popped another Power Girl uniform. "Gotta love comic book technology!" she smiled, as she put on the costume, using her speed powers to change in the blink of an eye. "I better clear that panel before they get back," she said as she thought up an image of Ewa, a Polish Page 3 model she had seen before she really thought was attractive, well, until she saw herself, that is. "Mark, I hope you appreciate what I'm doing here for you" she said as she heard a car pull up, and the door open. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It was two hours, and three muscular men landed in the back yard, content at having finished their mission. Walking in, congratulating themselves, five blondes, one of them taller than the rest, greeted them. "Hi!" said the short one, who was about 5'5" and looked like Melinda Messenger. "I'm Alexa!" "Yes you are!" Billy smiled, putting an arm around her. "You are lovely..." "I'm Michelle," the next one said, who was about 5'9", had more prominent cheekbones, and a more 'mature' and sexy look. She walked over to Connor and gave him a lusty look. She was dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. "I'm Karen," said the tall one, standing 5'11", and wearing a tight mini-skirt which showed off her perfectly shaped rear and legs, and her spaghetti strap top which was low-cut enough to show off her larger breasts. "Are you Todd?" The tall girl walked over to Todd, and put one arm around him, the other on his arm. Her head rested on his shoulder. She was draping herself on him. "Why yes, yes I am. One of the girls must've created you...you're very amorous, Karen, and I don't mind one bit," Todd replied, putting his arm around her, eyeing her and her ample...powers. "But my two friends and I have plans, and we've got to change out of these bodies and into new ones." "Don't go anywhere Nikki, Michelle," Connor said as he let the two go who glommed onto him. Connor and Billy walked into the hallway from the den, where they had been greeted. They were still Chinese and Arab, and were eager to return to their normal forms. Todd looked at Mark and smiled. "Well, Mark, or better, Marcie, I think you've given us a new friend with your powers," he began. "When I've changed, we can get to know her a little better." The three walked back to the booth, and left the den. "Kevin...er, Karen, you sure you want to let them change?" Mark whispered into the tall one's ear. "No," she answered. "But these 'decorative' crystals are at least a good chance at helping stop them." She looked down at the lead carrier concealing five fist-sized crystals, the first real kryptonite ever seen on earth. ----------------------------------------------------------- Todd enjoyed Smallville, but never read the comics it was derived from. He thought like the Zodd on the show, and when he placed his hand on the panel, focused on that version of Zodd, as played by Callum Blue. He was 6' tall, with black hair and blue eyes, and a slight British accent. Instead of the normal-ish physique, Todd gave him a semi-muscular, but not excessive body, and then focused on the powers: flight, super strength, healing factor, invulnerability, heat vision, arctic breath, x-ray vision, super-hearing, super strength, super speed, and solar energy absorption from a yellow sun. Unfortunately for him, he also thought in the recesses of his mind, of green kryptonite, and the device also recalled the other varieties of Kryptonite, programming that into his matrix. "Let's begin," Todd said as he pressed the crystal and stepped into the booth, stepping out moments later with a new face, and a new accent. "Gentlemen," Todd, now Zodd, said, happy with his new accent, "a new age is begun. That of the supermen. And we will remake the world!" Zodd gestured for his friends to enter the booth, and both did, restoring their original appearances, but upping their musculature, and gaining Kryptonian powers too. The three stood and joined hands in a semi-circle. "Let's get rid of the illegals too," Billy said. "We can create a genetic virus that re-writes them." "Into what?" Zodd asked. "Why not deport them by force? Take back the country?" "We can turn them into blonde-haired, blue-eyed perfection," Connor answered. "White babies are the minority now. We can turn that back. Give ourselves the power to turn anyone by touch or by eyebeams or something." "Good," Zodd nodded. "That, along with creating a mansion worthy of our newfound powers!" In the other room, Kevin, now finding himself thinking more as herself, Karen, overheard this, and was preparing to spring her surprise... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Muslims are up in arms today, as a flying Chinese man, bearing the flag of China landed and blew up the mosque at Mecca, killing 28,190 on the Hajj, and destroying the Black Stone..." came the flickering report from the TV Zodd turned on in the den, before switching channels. "Chinese are up in arms today, as a flying muslim man, in full muslim dress and hat, landed in Beijing and began leveling the city, destroying skyscrapers in downtown Beijing. The death toll is estimated in the tens of thousands, as the man was screaming in Arabic while doing so..." Zodd turned off the channel as he smiled, and gave high-fives to his two friends, who were now Kryptonian males, just like him. "We've begun our first phase, now we get to the second part," he intoned, as the two raced out of the bedroom, one carrying the booth in condensed form, the second, carrying several self-replicating robots Zodd created. Both exited through the swing-open windows that Mark and Todd had on their yard-side walls, and flew away. Zodd walked back to the den, where he greeted his harem. "Ladies! We are about to depart for a better housing arrangement," he intoned. "All of you stand!" Karen stood with the rest of them so as not to raise suspicions. She was curious as to what he was up to, so she figured she would wait before springing her big surprise. "Already, Billy and Connor are arranging our new mansion. Alexa, our limo is now waiting outside. Kiss the driver with your special kiss," Zodd said to Alexa, the short one, as he held out his arm for her, and she held his hand, gave him a look, then walked out the front door. ------------------------------------------------------------- While driving in the limo, the female driver, whose clothes fit a bit too loosely, rolled down the window after several minutes. "Master Zodd, we're at the warehouse," she reported in a French accented English. She had green eyes and blonde hair. The limo was black, classically styled, with a spacious interior, black leather seats, LCD TVs, a mini-bar, and LED stripes for lighting the top. Zod had two girls seated on either side, his arms wrapped around him, while Karen, Mark/Marcie, and Alexa sat opposite him. "Why are we at a warehouse?" Karen asked, curious. "We are here, my pretty, because one of my colleagues is finished turning this into the basis of an empire," Zodd smiled, as the car stopped, and he motioned for the girls to get out. Stepping out of the car one by one, with Zodd exiting second, Karen last after Mark. They had stopped directly in front of the main entrance, with an awning covering the front in case of rain, a circular drive flanked by a large parking lot, and a ten-story building. It was an impressive site, and looked amazing with its retro 1920's styling. She walked out in platforms, making her already tall frame even taller, but gave her the annoying feeling of her hips swaying, and her breasts jiggling. Odd, but also oddly it gave her a slight rush as well. Looking up, what he called a 'warehouse' appeared to be a gleaming, large white building, which if Karen remembered correctly, used to be an AOL building, and before that, an AMD building. It housed larged R&D rooms, lots of offices, but had been abandoned for a few years. Yet, to the outside eye, it appeared as if it had been in continual use. She looked up and saw several floating robots moving large amounts of metal and other objects, fashioning, twisting the metal, repairing the building, moving all around the outside, and as they walked, motioned forward by Zodd, they entered the main reception area. through ornate wooden, but sliding, doors. Greeting them was Billy, along with eight other blonde-haired, blue- eyed women, all buxom, all with bodies to die for. They were all clad in short, plaid skirts, platform shoes, and white button-up shirts that were tied off above their midriffs, exposing their ample cleavages and perfectly flat abs. "Billy! I see you've been busy," Zodd smiled, as he shook hands with his friend. "What news do you have for me?" "I made some quick financial transactions, made us a few million dollars, and had the robots fix this place up for us. Transformation booths in the back are being run constantly, and we've got a few hundred illegals changed over now using the templates you wanted," Billy reported as he walked with Zodd. "Living quarters are on the tenth floor west wing." They stopped for a moment, Zodd turned back, and looked at the girls he brought with him. "Mark, Karen, take the girls and go to the tenth floor, and get comfortable. I want to inspect our operations," Zodd said, dismissing the now 13-large harem. Two of them went back to the front desk to work there, while the rest went with Karen and Mark. Using her X-Ray vision, Karen saw that Zodd had descended down three floors, and past a lead-lined, hardened steel plated room, large as the building, underneath. It looked soundproof, aside from being X-Ray proof. "Mark, they went underground," Karen reported as she and the girls walked toward the other set of elevators. "We've got to find out what they're planning and stop them." "Karen, er, Kevin," Mark started, her voice a bit shaky. "I can't resist when he tells me to do something, and he's causing trouble around the world. But you've got to be careful with all these changed people around. Who were they? Where'd they come from?" "We'll have to find out," Karen said as they entered the elevator. "I'll be right back." Karen said as she super-sped to pick up her lead-lined box from Mark's house. As she sped back, she stopped three shoplifters, a purse-snatcher, and an oblivious biker from getting hit. It feels really good to be able to make a difference, help people... she thought to herself as she got to Mark's house. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Down below, Zodd walked along white, bare walls, flanked only by a circular rolling door, completely sound-proofed, lead-lined, and well shielded. He walked with Billy down the hallway which ended in another rolling door, similar to those on Deep Space nine, but in white, and they entered a chamber, 10 feet tall, about 100 feet long, and forty feet wide, painted white, with the LED lighting stripes providing illumination. The only furniture in the room was a series of tubes, upright, filled with people encased in the green liquid, with breathing masks, and no clothes. They all appeared to be mildly feminine humans, but Zodd knew better. The tubes were filled with a genetic solution, changing them all to brunettes, red-heads, and blondes, all with blue or green eyes. They would all be buxom, age slowly, be extremely fertile, and be incapable of having babies with brown eyes or black hair or dark skin. Zodd had come to see Billy and Connor's logic, and was inspecting their handiwork with satisfaction. Over 80 tubes in this room, each full of someone who used to walk the Wal-Marts or the construction yards, an illegal alien, most of them criminal, according to Billy. "I used your requested data as templates," Connor noted as Zodd gazed along the tubes. "All the busy porn stars you picked were entered as baseline female physical parameters." "You say these were the worst of the lot?" Zodd asked, as his finger ran down the tube as he walked past. "Yeah. These were part of MS13, a full gang from LA I brought here for 'conditioning,'" Connor answered. "We could make them your Amazon battalion, tall, gorgeous, and deadly, if you were interested, Todd, er, Zodd." "An Amazon battalion?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows, considering the idea, and turning around to face Connor. "Not that we really need such a thing now, right?" The two laughed at the thought, considering that they were both full Kryptonian, and didn't have to be afraid of anything, really. "On second thought, maybe you've got something there. We can't be everywhere at once, and we'll need a squad in charge when we're not here," Zodd contemplated. "Connor, change their genetic solution, up them to between 6' and 7' tall", give them Big Barda's powers. Then make them loyal only to Kryptonians." "You got it," Connor smiled as he walked towards the control panel. "And what'll you be doing while I'm down here programming?" "Someone's got to break in the new girls, right?" Zodd smiled. "Let me know when they're ready. We're going to have a feast tonight." --------------------------------------------------------------- It was nearing 7 PM, and Karen and Mark were getting antsy. Mark was pacing, and getting frustrated. "These damned breasts!" she let out with a frustrated grunt, accentuating her frustrations with her arms. "I pace and they still bounce all around! What the hell are they good for?!" "They look really hot in that top, that's what," Karen remarked sarcastically. "You're not helping Karen," Mark replied, equalling her friend's sarcasm. "Aren't you a bit miffed at just sitting here waiting? What can we do?" "These are living quarters, right?" Karen said, getting up from the couch in which she was sitting. "Yeah..." "So, there's got to be a computer with a net connection somewhere," she continued the line of thought. "I'm sure..." "Well, Karen Starr here is an expert computer programmer and hacker. Anything with a keyboard, I can program and deprogram better than anyone," she smirked, widening her eyes along with the smirk. Karen pulled Mark along, walking confidently out the door, grabbing a lead box, but unfortunately for her, she didn't check which one. She strode out the hallway, and dragged Mark with her to the end of the hall, where the master suites were. Her breasts, larger than all the others, bounced in time to her steps, while her hips swayed. The movement was annoying at first, but Karen was getting a thrill out of it. It felt good to feel this way. "Hey, you!" called Billy, as he saw them from the other end of the hallway. The duo turned around just outside the suite. Faster than a human could see, Billy super-sped down the hallway, but was unprepared for Karen to push Mark down out of the way, and dodge Billy, grab him, and throw him over her shoulder and against the floor, barely knocking the wind out of him, but also knocking the lead-lined box out of Karen's hands in the struggle, letting out a pink crystal, which caused Billy a bit of pain, as he started moaning, and felt his body shift and change. Karen stepped away, feeling the radiation waves from the crystal, feeling her body flutter a bit, as Mark stepped away, eyes wide at the sight. Billy's hands grew smaller, daintier, hair grew longer, and lightened. His face softened, stubble disappeared, and his bones shifted and cracked as they changed, and rearranged themselves. His waist narrowed, and his hips widened, as his body convulsed with the changes. His muscles melted away, while his hair turned from a dark brown to a strawberry blonde as it grew longer, his eyes turned a deep blue, and his nose went from long to short, cute, and upturned. He shrank a few inches, and his chest began expanding, growing outward, swelling more and more, as Billy, no longer very male, lost that last vestige of manhood with a sound like a 'shlunk.' His body convulsed a bit more as the woman who lay before Mark and Karen had her adam's apple shrunk, and her low grunting took a much higher pitch. "What happened? What is that thing?" she said as she got up, slowly. Another shock, and she felt it again, as she turned closer to the pink crystal, her hair grew longer, and she grew a bit taller again, her face growing more feminine, round, and her voice went even higher, and her breasts swelled even more. "Mark, quick, get the box on the other dresser. It's got gold in it. You've got to give it to him...her, quick, before she changes much more. And I can't be near it until you put it back in the box. Quickly!" Karen ordered, as she backed away from the new woman, while Mark ran into the room down two doors. She came back, and Karen nodded, and super-sped past her, and to the end of the hallway, nearly out of Mark's sight, when Mark opened the box, as the new Billie, who was perhaps a 36G now, with thick, luscious, lustrous hair down to her butt, full, thick lips, perfect cheekbones that any model, let alone porn star, would die for, stood up, her head swimming with new thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Mark used her foot to maneuver the pink crystal into the box on the floor, tip it inside, and shut it, while he aimed the gold one at Billie. "What is this gold thing?" she said, her head hurting from the confusion and rush of new hormones and feelings and sensations. "If I'm right, it's gold kryptonite. And you're now a human woman, Billie with an i-e," Mark smiled, as she shut the box, and walked it back to her room, along with the pink one. "A woman?" she noticed her voice, and her new shape, and her strawberry blonde hair. She reached about 5'7", and was all curves, more than any woman deserved to have. "I have this vague recollection, that I was a man...and was going to do...something..." Karen spoke up as she stopped right in front of Mark and Billie. "You, Connor, and Zodd were planning something, Billie. Can you remember what it was?" "I think we were...changing illegals across the US...I remember tubes in buildings like this in the southwest, filled with people, border hoppers, MS13 members, feminists...all being changed..." she furrowed her brow, the memories getting hazier, harder to recall. "It's like it's a dream, the more I try to remember, the more it slips away. I'm sorry." "Don't worry, Billie," Karen smiled. "I goofed, Mark, sorry. I thought I was grabbing the blue K, but grabbed the wrong one instead." "Pink K turned guys into girls?" Mark asked, finding it hard to believe. "Not in the comics, but in real life it does now," Karen chuckled a little. "Billie," she began, turning back to the new woman, who was fiddling with her now ill-fitting clothes, "let's get you changed. I know there are some pants around here somewhere." "Can I wear a skirt instead?" she asked innocently. "Oh, and some heels to show off my legs would be good..." "Apparently, longer exposure turns them more feminine..." Karen noted as she led Billie into the room with Mark. "Stay here, and use the green stuff if Connor or Zodd try anything. I'm going to break into the computers and try to shut this place down." "You got it. Be careful," Mark said, worry evident in her voice. "You too, bud," she smiled, as she closed the door, and got to the master suite. Billie turned to Mark, and brought her hands to her large breasts, and said, "Do you have something to hold these in? Something that'll show 'em off real good?" Mark just rolled her eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------- She concentrated on the doors before her, and within a moment, she could see straight through the door, just like Clark could in Smallville. She scanned the room, and found where the computer was, though there was also a sleeping form on the bed. Gotta be quick about this, then... Karen thought to herself. She opened the door quietly, and used her powers to float over to the computer. She looked on the banister bed, and found a blonde, curled up over the covers in daisy dukes, a spaghetti-strap light blue tank top which barely contained her G-cup breasts, which were almost spilling out. Her right hand was curled towards her face, her left across her stomach. Her smooth legs were bent slightly as she napped. Karen found the computer unlocked, as she maneuvered around to the laptop. She saw it was connected to an internal network, and a security system, which was not completely hooked up yet. The cameras were in the labs, with sensors and environmental controls, but only the first three floors of the building had been wired with cameras. "Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes," Karen said, sticking her tongue out a little as she typed faster, a little habit Kevin had when concentrating that now looked cuter on Karen. She typed at super speed, and found procurements and a listing of 128 buildings across the south, reaching into California. She gasped at the number of people being held by these three: over 800,000 people. What was even more shocking was that she saw reports being filed the entire afternoon of missing hispanics - while Billy, Todd, and Connor where in her sight. They had created even more super-powered people who were helping them in their insane mission. Checking the news reports, she found numerous mentions in local papers, and even on the Drudge Report about illegal aliens reported missing, authorities looking into things, but nothing concrete just yet. "This will take forever to unravel," Karen said under her breath, as she cleared her history on the computer, having memorized the locations of the buildings. She floated past the sleeping form, and exited the room, quiet as she had entered. Returning to Mark, she saw that Billie was now in a mini skirt, and changing her top to reveal even more cleavage, if that were possible. Her midriff was bare, and was quite amazing, by any standard. "What'd you find?" Mark asked her tall friend. "They've managed to kidnap over 800,000 illegals since they've had their powers. And they're going to double that by the time dinner is over," Karen said, seriously. "How the hell did they do that? They've been here for the last few hours!" Mark replied. "They had help," Billie chimed in. "I think Todd turned a group of former cheerleaders, he said, who were well past their prime, whose families lost jobs to illegals, and made them beautiful, powerful, and made them loyal to Kryptonians. I....it's getting hazier..." she struggled to remember, putting her hands to her temples, the memories fading as the last vestiges of Billy drained from her head. A few tears came from her watery eyes as she tried to remember. "Hey, don't worry yourself," Karen said, taking Billie under an arm, then hugging her as Billie began to cry. "But he's doing all those bad things to people! He probably started a war between China and the Middle East, and I helped him! All those people missing and changed against their will..." she began to cry a little more. "Billie, that wasn't you, that was another person entirely," Karen reassured her. "I didn't know the pink kryptonite would change you into a completely new person like it did, but regardless." Karen released Billie, and put her hands on both Billie's shoulders, and continued, "You are a new woman, Billie, and you can make a positive difference in the world. What that man did, you don't have to worry about. You can fight for truth, justice, and the American Way, creating a brighter tomorrow for everyone. If you help me, we can stop Zodd, and free all those people, and try to find a way to reverse everything he's done. At the very least, we can resettle them all and make them productive citizens of this country. Billie, you don't have to be shackled by thinking of race and the us-vs-them mentality, that mob mentality that once held your mind. All men...and women....are created equal, and that's the promise of this country. What matters now, is that you have a completely new body, and a completely new mind. You are a new and unique and beautiful person. You can be anything you want to be, Billie. You are free to make that choice." "You're right, Karen," she sniffed, then smiled. Billie hugged Karen. "You're like the big sister I always wanted...." she lifted her head off Karen's breasts to interject herself, "...or at least, the big sister I would want to have now..." "Billie, you're too kind," Karen smiled, as she let go of her new friend. "It's about dinner time, so we need to get down there, otherwise Connor and Zodd might get suspicious." "Won't they be suspicious of Billy not being there, but the buxom blonde here?" Mark asked. "You're right. Hmm..." Karen thought, putting a pensive expression on, holding her chin in one hand. "Bille," she finally said. "When we all go down there, if you're asked, tell Zodd or Connor you changed yourself with the booth. You wanted to try out a threesome with two girls..." "...but you forgot where the 'silly old booth' was," Mark continued, with a 'valley girl' voice, indicating she wanted Billie to act dumb. "...and had fun with us girls," Karen finished. "I think we can do that," Billie smiled. "But dinner needs to go quickly so we can rescue everyone and stop them." "We will, Billie," Karen reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder and Mark's. "We will find the booth, change everyone back to normal, and come up with a way to reverse all the damage he's done. Either way, it goes down tonight." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Fifteen girls, including Karen, walked into the dining room, along with Zodd and Connor. Surprisingly, it was a large room, with seating for 24 at the dining table. It was an opulent room, with wooden paneling, a rich, oak table, high-back chairs, silver utensils, fine china, and glasses with gold trim. Place settings made of flowers decorated the table in three spots, while four fireplaces, two at each end, and one on either side of the middle of the table, held fires within that warmed the spacious room. Its ceiling was 14 feet high, holding a fine chandelier that lit the room. As the girls sat down, Karen sat right of Mark, who sat next to Zodd, and across from Connor. As the other girls, all blonde, sat down, the doors opened, and the wait staff brought in the dinner, setting the dishes in front of everyone, starting with Zodd. As she expected, Karen saw the wait staff was all blonde, with blue eyes. Their hair was done up in buns at the back of their heads, a rich golden blonde, with French maid costumes low cut enough to show off thier larger than usual breasts. They were between 5'7" and 5'9", and wore a short skirt that barely covered their rears, leaving a perfect view of their perfectly round butts. Their legs were practically sculpted, aided by their high 3" heels. Their black uniforms had an apron on front, tied in bows in back, and looking at their faces, they each had perfectly sculpted faces, with prominent, but not excessive cheekbones, finely shaped eyebrows, full lips, cute, upturned noses, and vibrantly blue eyes, ones that drew you in if you stared long enough. With their uniforms tracing every curve, a casual observer would expect them to be seen at the Playboy mansion, not an old AOL building. "I see you're watching the wait staff, Karen," Zodd remarked. "Um, yes..." Karen said, breaking out of her observation. "They seem so...perfect. Where'd you find such beautiful women?" "We made them, just like we made everyone here, including you," Zodd answered with a smile. "You did?" she replied. "These fine beauties," Zodd smiled, as he grabbed the butt of the woman leaning over to pour him some red wine. She was suprised, but turned to Zodd and gave him a smile. Zodd could hear her heart racing a little, just like he designed. "They were created using the booth as a template. They're the perfect servants, eager to serve the Kryptonian in charge...me." Karen raised here eyebrows, still listening to his explanation. "They are eager to serve, never age, and learn any skill quickly and perfectly, and they all speak Swedish. They are also built to need, shall we say 'release' every day, and they will also want progeny someday," Zodd finished. "They're built to have a number of children at once, every time, just like every girl here, including you." "Multiple children, me?" Karen asked. She had wondered if traits from earlier templates on the booth carried over, and the thought of having children scared what little was left of Kevin. "Twins, triplets, octuplets, possibly duodecuplets," Zodd replied nonchalantly. "If Marcie here made you, then the template for such heightened desires was included too. You will also be incredibly comfortable in your newfound body and love every minute of it. Now, let's enjoy our dinner." Karen's blood was boiling. What the hell does he think I am? A thing to be manipulated into just giving birth to a bunch of children? I'm going to wring his faux British neck... Mark's hand squeezed Karen's thigh, grabbing her attention. She had a look on her face that Karen read. She wanted Karen to wait a bit before finishing the job. "A toast!" Zodd raised his glass, followed by the other girls at the table. "To a new future, a future with the right kind of people in charge, strength through unity, militaristic vitality, community organizing under Kryptonian rule, and eugenic cleansing of the undesirables." "To the future!" replied the other girls, drinking the cup. Karen didn't repeat the toast, finding it utterly contemptible. People, in her mind, should be free from the government ordering them to do anything other than avoid harming other people. Eugenics was tried before by the progressives in the early 1900s. That's how Planned Parenthood started, but Zodd was taking it to the n-th level - a true racial cleansing by simply erasing other ethnicities from the country. As she ate the meal, Karen noticed her taste buds were much more sensitive than before, tasting the juices of the sliced turkey that much more vividly than she remembered ever having done. The wine was sweeter, and even the dessert, a peanut butter pie, tasted better than she remembered. These heightened senses are amazing, she thought to herself. I could really get used to this. "I see you're enjoying dessert," Zodd remarked to Karen. "How's the pie?" "Delicious," Karen said, her enjoyment evident. "Best I've ever had." "I could tell," Zodd replied, his voice getting a bit more serious. Karen put her silverware down, and wiped her mouth. She then stood up and put her seat in, walking next to Zodd. "So, you mind telling me who you are?" Zodd replied, wondering just why this woman was standing up next to him. "You want to know who I am?" Karen repeated. "I'm Power Girl, dammit!" With that, she punched Zodd straight through the wall with such speed, he created a boom in his wake. Connor, she grabbed with speed, slamming him through the ceiling, all the way through the roof! The other girls ran in the commotion, including Mark, who gathered the girls to get them out of the way. Karen felt incredibly good, the rush of adrenaline at being able to release was amazing. Using her super speed, she put on her costume, blue boots, gloves, and cape, looking the part of Power Girl, including the boob window, which looked even better given that Karen's breasts were even bigger than in the comics. Even with her heightened senses, Karen was surprised from being by Zodd flying straight into her, fists at the front, like a missile, then grabbing her, slamming her through the wall as she had him, before he swung her around, and slammed her square into the ground. The force of the blow caused a shockwave that set off some car alarms in the distance, and Karen felt like she had been hit by a sack of bricks too. As Zodd floated down, he spat at her, saying, "So, you're Power Girl. Just an excuse to show off your knockers!" "And you're power-mad, Zodd!" Karen replied, anger steeling her resolve. "You can't use the booth to wipe out whole populations to become what you want them to become! They have to be free to choose!" "You're naive, Power Girl!" Zodd replied. "People are stupid, and less desirable people should be cleansed from the land, and replaced with servile people who know their place and aspire to nothing more than to serve their masters!" "You sound like a politician..." she remarked. "Fascism suits you Zodd! Totalitarian dictators with personality cults all act alike. You and your mobs are done! I'm going to take you down, and end your eugenics program!" Karen had gotten up by know, and was standing, with a few bruises which were healing rapidly. --------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the building, Mark ran to her run, where she looked at the lead boxes, and opened the one containing the green kryptonite in it. She found it, and ran, her adrenaline causing her to move with almost superhuman speed. If she had thought about it, she was moving in a blur, in fact. She ran down the hall and to the dining room, and saw the hole in the wall, and ran for it, building speed, and jumped from the fourth floor! To her surprise, she landed, and was completely fine. She looked, checked her body, and saw she was completely ok. She should've broken bones, but nothing was wrong with her. She ran towards Karen and Zodd, hoping to help her friend, when Connor fell to the earth with a crash, landing in a kneeling positing, hands clenched in fists in front of him. He slowly rose, and looked at Mark. "I see the blonde has some surprises up her non-existent sleeves," Connor smiled. "Why don't you be a good bitch and give me some honey, and we'll forget about you almost helping miss almost-dead over there?" "How about you let me give you something a bit more your style?" Mark replied, holding out the lead box. To grab Karen's attention, she tossed it towards Karen, as Mark turned Connor's head with her hands, beautifully manicured as they were, as she proceeded to kiss him, full on the lips, rendering Connor blind to what she did next. Connor began convulsing as he felt the effect, the radiation affecting him. Mark smiled, and took out a small tube-shaped shard of green kryptonite, which was more than enough to react with Connor's new Kryptonian biology, causing him intense pain as the radiation robbed him of his powers. Mark kneed him straight into the groin, growling in his ear, "THAT'S for making me servile, and a girl!" Some microshards had obviously gotten to Connor as she was getting more ill from the green rock. "What....is...that stuff?" he managed, weakly, as he fell to the ground, while Mark knelt over him, keeping her legs together in her skirt. "Kryptonite," she replied. "Amazing thing, this rock...totally messes with Kryptonians, makes them sick, and eventually will kill them. You, Billy, and Todd had planned to commit massive ethnic cleansing over the entire southwest. You would deserve this more than anyone, Connor." "But...you can't...kill...me...." he protested, groaning as he did. "Can't I?" Mark spat back. "I could. But I won't. I'm not like you. I don't snuff out lives and make them playthings for my amusement. But I don't know where the booth is, and so all I have to stop you is more kryptonite." "But...green..." "Oh, no...not green for you, Connor-boy," Mark continued, a tinge of ice in her voice. She took out pink kryptonite from behind her back, a thin shard, but large enough. Connor began convulsing as his body was wracked with changes, his bones shifting, his DNA altering at a molecular level. --------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Karen super-sped to capture the lead box, taking a lead foot to fly up into the air, with Zodd following. She let him catch up to her, as she unhinged the box. "Hey, Zodd," Karen called out, as she opened the box towards Zodd, who had grabbed her from behind, unable to see what she had in her hand, though its effects were immediate...to both of them. Both Karen and Zodd felt the sickness and the drain on their powers, as the both began falling to the ground. Karen saw in the twisting that Connor was convulsing while Mark knelt over him, so at the least she was safe. Karen closed her eyes for a moment, and was tempted to accept her fate, if only for a small moment. You've got too many people at stake here! Wake up! called a voice inside her, as here eye snapped open. Zodd was looking sickly, as she no doubt was too, with the visible signs of kryptonite poisoning. Karen stuffed the green rock into Zodd's tight shirt, in contact with his skin, easily broke free of his grip, and kicked him off her, sending him falling faster to the ground, which was still a few hundred feet up. Karen felt better, but her flight was still shaky, as she floated herself away from Zodd, and the green K. Landing hard, she tumbled a bit, finally landing a few dozen feet away from Zodd, with cuts and bruises all over. She landed on her stomach, a bit uncomfortably on her large breasts, one arm out to the left, the other above her head. She felt a shaking as she heard a familiar voice call her name, "Karen! Karen! Are you alright?" "Ugh...." she groaned, as she put a blue-gloved hand to her head, still reeling from the impact. She shifted her leg to pick herself up, letting Mark help her up. "Who caught the license plate on that meteor?" she weakly quipped. "How're you doing?" Mark asked, the concern evident in her voice. She looked and noted the now-empty crater they both left when they fell to Earth. "I'm getting better. The Kryptonite is wearing off. Who's the chick? Is that Connor?" Karen asked, as she was walked with a little help from Mark towards the convulsing figure. The two watched with surprise and a bit of disbelief as they saw what had been Connor change before their eyes. Connor's 6' frame reduced to 5'9", while bones shifted in the now female-looking body. Hips widened, and a sucking sound was heard, while hair fell to the ground, lengthening and getting longer. The muscles melted away as fingernails grew, hands and feet became daintier, and her butt grew shapelier. Her ribs contracted to their new dimension as her shirt swelled. The pink kryptonite was in direct contact, so the changes were proceeding further than Billie's. Her face changed and contorted as facial hair fell out, the jawline reshaped, teeth changed, lips swelled, and cheeks reshaped themselves. Her voice cracked and shifted to a high soprano, as the two saw the hair fall out of her chest and stomach as it swelled from a B to a C, then past D to E, F, and finally a G cup, straining her shirt in the process. Mark took the pink kryptonite and handed it to Karen, and she nodded to her, as Karen super-sped another lead box to Mark. Alone with the confused woman before her, Mark knelt down as the convulsions slowed and stopped. She opened the small box, and placed the gold kryptonite on the woman, causing a bit of a jolt, and then, nothing. Mark put the gold K back in the box, and when she did, Karen super sped the box back to the room and back beside her friend. The new woman was confused, and her ill-fitting and ripped clothing didn't help much as Karen knelt down beside her. "Can you tell us where the booth is? The silver one?" Karen asked. "The silver....booth?" repeated the woman, shocked at her own voice, still confused, and putting her hand up, taking in its feminine shape, and long nails. "I....remember vaguely.. I used it...I hid it so no one could find it. Hid it...with a friend..." "Do you know who?" Mark asked. "It's important." "I....." she tried to think, but the effort was causing her pain as she put both hands to her forehead, and winced, as if getting a sudden headache. "AAGH!" Karen and Mark were taken a bit aback by the groan from the woman, but knew she wouldn't be providing answers. "I'm sorry," the woman began to weep, her radiant green eyes welling up with tears. Her strawberry blonde hair, which tinted red in just the right light, was a tussled mess as tears fell down her face. "I want to help, but I can't..." Mark's anger melted away as what had been Connor melted away as well. This was a new person, not Connor. "Come on, you, let's take you inside to get some clothes," Mark said, helping up the newly created woman. Karen helped her up also, her cuts and bruises having healed themselves, due to her Kryptonian physiology. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the building, on the second floor, Karen and Mark sat down on a couch, while some of the other changed people walked in and out, carrying on conversations. Karen had changed out of her Power Girl uniform and into a pair of cut off daisy duke shorts and a tight, low- cut shirt. She sat with her legs turned to one side, leaning on one arm as she talked to Mark. Mark had put on a t-shirt that followed her breasts perfectly, straining in the middle, while she also had on some jean shorts that were practically skintight. Her blonde hair was held back in a partly pulled-through ponytail, as was the fashion a few years back. "So, we have all these girls here who have no identities," Karen began. "Along with two more," Mark indicated, nodding her head towards Billie and the former Connor, who was even bustier than Billie. "What should we call her?" Karen asked. "Connie sounds a bit...meh." "How about Michelle? His middle name was Michael, so it kind of fits," Mark shrugged a bit, offering her suggestion. "Hey guys," Karen called to the two girls sitting across from them, divided by a rug and a table. "How about calling you Michelle? Connor's middle name was Michael, so it kind of fits, and we can't go around calling you "hey you" all the time." "I think it's a pretty name," Billie smiled, putting her hand on Michelle's arm. "I like it too," she smiled a bit. Michelle had changed into a light blue babydoll and matching panties, while Billie had put on a white babydoll, allowing her breasts to be seen freely, while Michelle's larger breasts were straining against the babydoll. "Though I wish they kept the pink K on me a little longer...your breasts are much nicer than mine!" Billie giggled. Karen just rolled her eyes, and turned back to Mark while the new girls giggled. "Speaking of names, 'Mark' doesn't fit you too well, and Marcie sounds a bit weird," Karen said. "You could use your middle name, Jacob...perhaps..." "Jacqueline, or Jackie?" Mark continued the thought. "I think it could work. We'll all need IDs, so we can get meaningful jobs and all. And what about skills? These girls Zodd's creating, what can we do about them?" "The ones in the tubes, if I guess right, we can add skillsets to their mental reconstruction profiles so they can specialize, but there's no way to tell who would want to do what. I don't want to dictate, Mark," Karen replied. "Jackie...heck, even I gotta get used to that," Mark, now Jackie, interjected. "Right,...Jackie. First thing's first," Jackie said, "we get these girls identified, and work up some IDs for them - social security numbers, licenses, full names, birth certificates, all that. Then