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MAU 01: Day Jobs and Superheroes (Part 2) Night had fallen, and day had come, and Karen, who only yesterday had been known as Kevin Starr, awoke from sleep in a large building whose ownership she had yet to determine. Something she would need to fix before the day's end. She had also been changed by something called a Matter Adaptation Unit, though she didn't know the name of it herself. She had been called by her friend Mark, who was worried that his brother Todd, would do something dangerous, by changing himself into Zodd, the most dangerous Kryptonian faced by Superman. To blend in with the buxom blondes Todd was surrounding himself with, Kevin turned himself into the strongest woman alive - Power Girl. It was ridiculous to think that some box could change a person into a superhero, but then again, Kevin had heard tale of a really good Seven of Nine impersonator, and a bunch of Klingon impersonators in the northwest, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. Kryptonians were genetically predisposed to absorbing yellow sunlight to give the illusion of superpowers, and Kevin knew just about everything there was to know about them, including their weakness to Kryptonite. Giving herself a stretch as she swung her long, smooth, shapely, and finely muscular legs over the edge of the bed, she felt the shift in weight of her massive breasts as she yawned, then gave herself a little scratch. Old habits die hard, and she had done this every morning for over 30 years. Now that she was 18 again, though, she might develop some new habits. Mark, who had taken to calling herself Jackie after being changed by the booth, had worried that Todd had added some new traits, habits, or predilections to the booth for what a woman should be. This was before Todd had let his own design for Zodd warp his mind, so it couldn't have been that bad, but Karen was still worried as well. She walked over to the bathroom, across the carpeted room, taking in the decor, which was actually, pretty swank. Her blonde hair was long, reaching just past her shoulders. Checking the clothing available last night, All she found was a pair of thin, lacy black panties, and a T- Shirt which was clearly not designed for her body. Since it was the first thing she found, however, she had thrown it on, and went to bed. As Karen walked into the restroom and looked into the mirror, she turned on the light, and took in a sharp breath at the sight. Surprisingly, she was shocked at the sight of herself. Yesterday wasn't a dream! "Oh my goodness...." she said in a low voice, a soprano that even quiet, sounded very feminine, and yet, authoritative, and confident. She looked at herself, taking in every detail. Her brain worked faster than any normal human brain, and memorized every detail. Her golden- blonde hair fell down a little ways past her shoulders, and pooled a little at her neck. Her jawline was perfect, while her lips were just thick enough to look luscious without being too much of a good thing. Her nose was cute and upturned, rather than being huge or a hook-nose. Her blue eyes were a shade of impossible blue, one that would entrance you if you stared long enough into them. Her eyebrows were shaped absolutely perfectly, without being too thin or too thick, not a hair out of place, and curved just right. Her face was proportioned as if she were a movie star or an adult model, both sides being perfectly even. The overall effect was that of a beautiful young woman who could be a movie star or even a model if she wanted. The face met Kevin's imagining of Karen Starr to a T: the absolute perfect, most beautiful blonde- haired, blue eyed woman one could see. Her arms were toned with just enough muscle to be athletic without being unfeminine, and were completely hairless. She raised her hands, and looked down at them, back, front, and back again. Her nails were a bit long, long enough to be feminine, gracefully shaped to go with her thin and graceful hands, which were beautiful and soft, better than even Ellen Sirot's hands. Karen's large breasts, E-cups which seemed even bigger on her frame, were also incredibly fuller than other women's breasts, and sagged only barely, looking perfectly natural, and giving cleavage even without being shielded within a bra. The breasts began a little higher up on her chest, almost following her pectorals, making her breasts appear even fuller than those whose breasts simply sagged down like bags attached to their chests. Looking in the mirror, she saw from behind the stretched material of the T-Shirt that her nipples were poking out, and they were quite sizeable from the looks of it. She took the shirt off, pulling it over her head, shaking her hair out unconsciously as many women on TV did when taking off their shirts, the sliding fabric sent very pleasurable sensations coursing through her body, making her nipples stand even more erect, if that were possible. They were perhaps slightly smaller than dimes, stood up like a stack of them, surrounded by areolas perhaps two and a half inches across. While Karen couldn't very well see her stomach by looking down anymore, she could see in the mirror that her stomach was chiseled enough that she had a six-pack, and her hips flared out enough that she had a narrow waist, and excellent curves. The panties arched up highly on her legs, so that it made her already long legs seem even longer. Even in the morning, they were perfectly smooth to the touch as she ran her hands up and down them for a moment. She turned around, and looked behind her to see her butt, perfectly round, shapely, and when she flexed, it shook just a little. Nice ass, she thought to herself. She turned around, and backed away from the mirror a little to see her legs, and flexed them, making the muscles stand out a bit, noticing how they were smooth like an athlete's without being grotesque like a number of female bodybuilders. She arched a leg, and looked at her calf, how it tapered to her foot, smooth and shaped exactly as she thought a woman's foot should look. After another minute or two of admiring her own handiwork, and her back dimples, Karen slipped off her panties, and turned on the shower. The warm water, steam, and shower gel helped wake her up as the water cascaded over her body, with her nipples tingling a bit as the drops struck. Being Kryptonian did mean a much higher degree of sensitivity to touch than humans, she figured. She enjoyed it for a good ten minutes, at which point she figured she should get out to save a little hot water for everyone else in the building. Looking back at the mirror, she wiped the steam away, giving herself a 'hmph' and a smirk of remarking at how she, a super-strong now-alien could gently and simply wipe away the steam without utterly shattering the glass of the mirror...not that it would hurt her any. She looked around and got a brush out, combing her hair out, from the ends to the head, as she had seen other women do before. She brushed, and finished up her routine, before walking out and seeing what there was to wear. She opened a drawer to a dresser, a rich, cherry, wooden dresser with some real heft to it, and saw a bunch of guy's clothes, and shut it. Not much use to me, she thought. She opened the next drawer, and found a bunch of women's clothes, of various sizes, and found some that fit. She slipped on some panties, and rummaged through another drawer and picked out a bra that was a bit tight due to her 'fullness', but managed to squeeze into. Walking to the closet, one side held more men's clothes, which wouldn't fit her if she tried, while the other held various women's clothes. She looked through, and luckily found a shirt, low-cut, of course, given Zodd, Connor, and Billy, but it fit, if anything, while managing to again show off her cleavage. She looked around and found some capris, which she never would've thought about wearing before, but slipped them on, and found them low-cut enough to hug her hips, and tight enough to show off what she had in back. She put on some socks and found some shoes in the closet, and left the room, noticing that it was still only about 6:30 in the morning. She walked down the hall, and knocked on Jackie's door, and when she got no answer, she used her x-ray vision, letting her see straight through the wall as if it weren't there. Jackie wasn't in bed. Odd, she thought, as her vision snapped back to normal. Mark...er, Jackie always slept in, and could never wake up without three alarms blaring. She focused again, and scanned deeper, and saw a figure hunched next to the toilet. Her blood began to race a bit, and she opened the door, slamming it against the wall, with a bit more force than she intended to, as she ran, turning to superspeed, as she reached the bathroom and opened the door, this time, a bit gentler, but quickly still. "Mar...er, Jackie, are you okay? What's going on?" Karen said, her voice full of concern, as she walked the few steps into the bathroom, to the toilet, which Jackie was leaning over, one arm across, the other in her lap. One leg bent up next to it, her head resting on the one arm, her other leg straight out. She had obviously been crying, her hair was unkempt, and by the smell of it, she had vomited more than once. To Karen, the stench was a bit more pungent, but she was able to block most of it out so her sense of smell didn't overwhelm her. Fighting back tears, Jackie rubbed her stomach a little, and raised her shirt, an oversized T-Shirt, and pointed down at her stomach, sniffing again. Karen noticed it was a bit rounder, larger, and as she looked up, she thought her breasts looked a bit bigger than before. "I went to get the stuff from Best Buy," she whimpered out between tears, "and I...had sex with a guy!" "Jackie," Karen put her hand gently on her friend's shoulder as she knelt down beside her, her voice soothing, "buddy....honey...it's ok, these are new bodies, and we're not used to them and their differences...their hormones...I'm sure you got overwhelmed, and didn't mean it. You'll be ok..." "It's...not...ok..." she choked back tears with each word. "I practically enjoyed it, I almost tore him apart! Todd did something when he made me! He made me like Sil!" "What's Sil?" Karen asked, a bit confused. "Sil was Natasha Henstridge from Species!" she responded, a bit more frustration showing, as her lip quivered again, and she shed a few more tears, before continuing. "She went out and had sex so she could have babies, and I did it, and now I'm pregnant with a dozen babies!" "Jackie, that can't be!" Karen said, putting more of her arm around Jackie, trying to comfort her. "Having that many babies is impossible..." "You should know impossible, Power Girl..." Jackie retorted, as she lifted her head to look at Karen. "Use your x-ray vision, you'll see it." "Are you sure?" Karen asked, not wanting to violate her privacy by doing so. Jackie nodded, and Karen took a breath before concentrating. Her vision shifted, seeing the outline of Jackie, her skeleton, and looking down at her stomach, just a little south, she focused in on...little bones...she counted, and there were several in there. She focused in, her vision magnifying as if it were a telephoto lense on a camera, and she counted them all...10...11...12. She's right, Karen thought, as she de-focused, and her vision returned to normal, just like Clark's did on Smallville. She's pregnant with a dozen babies, and at this rate, she's likely going to be due within a day or so. "You're right," Karen finally said. "You're pregnant with 12 babies. No one's ever done that before." "We're not exactly what you call normal," Jackie replied, as she lifted a hand up, so that Karen could pick her up from where she was. Jackie was only 5'8", so she looked up at Karen as she spoke. "I'm such a mess," she began, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, which were red from crying so much. "I need to get cleaned up, and you need to get to work on a story for all of us ladies." "You're right," Karen said, giving Jackie a side-hug, which turned into a full hug that lingered. "You get ready, and I'll go round up the troops. We've got to figure out a game plan for the day." She spoke into Jackie's ear, softly, her friend's hair moving as she spoke from her breath. Jackie smiled for the first time this morning, and nodded, as she turned to the shower, and started taking her clothes off, while Karen walked out, closing the door behind her, trying to figure out the details of the day, how to get back the alien contraption, change Jackie back, and figure out where Zodd went, and what she'd tell her parents, and a dozen other things that suddenly fell to her to figure out. "What a difference a day makes..." Karen sighed as she walked out of the room and down the hall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the first floor, Karen walked into a large kitchen, what amounted to a lunchline, where several of the girls were cooking breakfast, and the others were eating, chatting, as if it were another day like any other. Karen walked past a few of the girls, Helene, Jamie, Karla, and a few others he hadn't met yet, to grab a tray, surprisingly, and get in line. Sliding her tray, she saw Billie and Michelle in the kitchen, scrambling eggs, cooking bacon, making French Toast, and all sorts of breakfast foods. "Karen! Good morning!" Billie said, jumping up and down excitedly, as her breasts bounced with her, before finally settling down. She had a much better demeanor than two days ago, that's for sure. "Billie, good...morning...." Karen replied, not knowing why she was so happy this early. "I got up, and a felt like I had to cook some breakfast, and Michelle got up and we just decided to make everyone breakfast!" She continued. "Grab a plate!" Karen did as suggested, and handed Billie a plate, which she piled on with all manner of breakfast food: grits, toast, soft bacon, scrambled eggs, a slice of french toast, a waffle, and some hash browns. "Thanks..." Karen said, looking surprised at all the food on her plate. She didn't think she was going to be able to even begin to eat it all. "You're welcome! Let me know how you like it. Helene finished up a whole plate already!" Billie added, as she waved to Karen, and turned back to cooking. She sat down by herself, and noticed that Helene was finishing her plate, while talking to the other girls at her table. She was only a table away, so she spoke up, "Helene, did you finish your whole plate?" "Oui, I did," she replied in accented English, "and I had seconds. It was delicious." "Don't you think you should watch what you eat?" Karen asked, not knowing how to be delicate about such things. "Billie explained it to me before she piled it on," Helene began, "Todd made the parameters of the ideal woman in that booth she used to create the first women here, the genetic virus that made me, and the booths that are making the others. We cannot gain weight, and we age very slowly. We stay beautiful for over a hundred years before we have to worry about even gray hairs. All this food is to fuel our bodies." "Fuel it for what?" Karen asked. "For when we need to 'hook up' she said," Helen answered, before turning back to the girls. Karen thought about it, and remembered Mark having said something about Todd hating it when girls let themselves go, and the perfect woman would be able to eat anything and not gain weight. Of course, he also said the ideal woman would be a sexual beast and have lots of babies, but....ding! "That dirty bastard," Karen said, dropping her fork. "His little desires imprinted on all these people." She felt a welling of anger within her. Her resolve steeled and she felt a glowing heat within her eyes as if she could burn a hole in someone, when she actually shot two red-hot heat beams from her eyes, incinerating the wall across the room, stopping when she realized what she was doing. Everyone was looking at her, scared. "Sorry girls! It won't happen again!" she smiled, waving weakly. Smooth move, dudette. She looked down at her right hand, which held her knife, which was now a crumpled mess of metal. Really ought to watch that temper... She had to stop those booths in the lab, try to reverse it. She had to get Mark back. She had to change these girls back. She had to stop Zodd. "You have to try the French toast, it's delicious," came the voice standing beside her. It was Jackie. She had a half-slice in her hand, chewing some already. "Can I sit here?" Karen nodded, broken out of her thoughts. "Nice burn marks, fearless leader," Jackie replied dryly, as she ate her breakfast, which encouraged Karen to do the same. She did so with more gusto than Karen though. Of course, she was eating for 13 now. "Um...thanks," Karen replied, not knowing how else to reply. "How're you feeling?" "Better, thanks," she replied, in between bites. She did look much better, but her breasts had swelled a bit more, reaching probably G-cup in size, while her belly swelled a slight bit more. Her hair was done, and surprisingly, she had also put on makeup. She was adapting to womanhood surprisingly well...or unnaturally well. "You...put on makeup too..." "Yeah, I figured I might as well make myself presentable," Jackie answered, pausing, and finishing her bite. "It's odd, but I kind of knew how I should look, and it felt natural to do myself up this way. Ask me two days ago, and I'd have given you a crazy look. Today, I did my makeup." She shrugged a little as she finished the sentence. "Thank Todd for that. He seems to have put in quite a bit of so-called 'extra features' into all of us. I wonder what's in store for me," Karen continued, as she ate slowly. "From what I know, the really bad stuff didn't happen till after you, me, him and his friends changed. We got his idealized women. They got his fetishized women. We have no fat, and no brown eyed, black-haired genes. They got the deeper stuff," Jackie recalled. "What's his ideal?" Karen asked, curious as to what was in store for her. "What I know of, is he liked women who would do a little kinky dress up, his favorite girlfriend did that back in high school. He liked classy, ladylike in public, but slutty in private girls. Super smart, but also sarcastic. Beautiful and not haughty about it. Always able to dress to show off their assets. Never able to fake an orgasm because all of them are real, each one more powerful than the last, and not a hair on their bodies under their necks." "This guy seemed pretty particular," Karen replied, rolling her eyes. She did not look forward to finding out what else that might entail. At that moment, the intercom buzzed, and a voice sounded in the kitchen. "Karen, this is Natalie at reception," she began, pausing. "There are two men in black suits here to see you." ------------------------------------------------------------------- At the front desk, Natalie, who used to be a guy named Nathan yesterday, but recalled none of that life today, saw two men in front of the marble desk she manned, black suits, one with blonde hair, the other with brown hair. One was 5'8", the other 5'10", and as Karen approached, she could hear their hearts quicken, their pulses race, and she could smell their reaction to her, even though their faces betrayed nothing. They were well-trained, but they were still men. Unlike Karen now. "Good morning," Karen said, shaking both their hands. "Quite a grip you have there," the first said, shaking his hand. "My name is Agent K, this is Agent M," the second said. "We need to ask a few questions." "Go ahead," she answered. "Should we do this in private? Do you have an office?" Agent M asked, gestured with his head like agents in TV shows did nowadays. "I haven't really decided," Karen said, looking around. "This isn't even my building. It kind of fell into my lap, like everything else did yesterday." "What happened?" "Show me your ID first," Karen replied instantly. "Here," replied Agent M, who handed her his badge and shield. Karen focused in, x-ray vision, then micro-vision, seeing the microscopic tell- tale signs of a real ID, the anti-forgery tech she remembered reading about a few years back. "Ok, you're the real deal," Karen said, after taking a breath. "So you want to know what happened?" "As much as you can tell us, ma'am," Agent K responded. "I didn't used to be a 'ma'am' for starters," Karen replied, a bit sarcastically, as she began her tale. She recounted how Kevin had gotten a call from Mark to help him out with his brother, deciding to disguise himself as Power Girl since he needed to be blonde and super-powered to fight against Todd, who took to calling himself Zodd, and how he had de- powered two of the three others, and had somehow also taken charge of the girls in this building, and there were more in the tubes below in an underground lab. "So you intended to go back to being normal after this is over?" K asked. "Yes, but only after Zodd is taken down, and as many of these women who want to change back are changed back by that infernal machine. Only then will I change back," Karen answered, some indignance showing through in her voice at the lack of choice in it all. Todd had taken and ruined hundreds, if not thousands of lives at this point, and he needed to be taken down. "You sound like a good woman, Karen," M began, "and I hope you have success in bringing him down, because if he's turned himself into a Kryptonian, I don't know of much we have that could stop him." "I will stop him," Karen interjected. "Don't doubt me on that one." "I believe you," K answered. "What about the girls in the tubes? Can they be turned back?" "I don't know. From what Michelle said at breakfast, I don't think so," Karen answered. "It might be irreversible. I have to check. But if it's irreversible, I will make sure they can get good, productive jobs, and contribute to society in a meaningful way." "If we can help you out, let us know," K said to her. "Anything you need to help." "We all need IDs and documentation...a paper trail so we can all start a real life out there," Karen answered. "I'll put in a few calls," Agent M offered. "We'll get you in today to get licenses, birth certificates, and all the rest." "Thanks,...um, M," Karen smiled. She turned to Natalie, who gave her a little 'come here' finger. Karen bent in, and heard Natalie whisper into her ear, "I don't want to change back. I saw a picture of Nathan. He was fat, pimply, and a loner. As Natalie, I'm attractive, the girls like me, and I've got the wherewithal to get a decent job." "Are you sure?" Karen asked. "We might find that booth and be able to change back." "I'm sure," Natalie responded, nodding. She was a red-head, with fiery red hair, green eyes, freckles, a healthy glow, and a shapely body that Kelly Brook would envy. "Agents, let's get started," Karen said, turning back to the G-Men at her front desk. ---------------------------------------------------------------- About an hour later, Karen and the 20 or so girls who were there at the building each took photographs, signed a few documents, and had gotten themselves IDs. Karen remembered she could change her hair, and went green-eyed, red-haired, with glasses on her license, which put her officially at 18 years of age. Everyone had new birth certificates, licenses, credit cards, and debit cards. Most of the girls were put at 18 years of age, just graduating high school. Karen, unfortunately, due to her birthday, would have to attend the last semester according to her state. This is ridiculous, she thought as she looked on her license. Luckily, depending on how you thought about it, Billie and Michelle wanted to join her, and got placed by the Agents in DA School of the Arts with Karen. Karen walked over to the secret elevator she had seen yesterday, and with superspeed, tried several thousand combinations in seconds until she hit the right one. The elevator opened, and she descended into the lab with Billie, Michelle, and Jackie. She walked the corridor, and the doors hissed open, revealing a long room, with two rows of doubled tubes, bodies floating, hooked into the greenish solution with breathing masks and syringes. All of them were female, with long hair, floating as if asleep. Karen walked over to the computer console and took a look. She pulled out a pair of smart glasses, a feminine looking thick black affair, which she called her 'brainy specs.' She didn't need them, but she thought they made her look smarter. "What do we have here?" she said as she began typing away, looking through the command structure of the computer, images flashing on screen. As she did so, she stuck her tongue out slightly to one side, an unconscious habit she had picked up along the way. "This is brilliant coding....completely mad purpose, but brilliant coding," she said as she looked through it. "He's coded them all to remove the brown-eyed genes and the black haired genes. Blue or green eyes are dominant, and blonde, red, or brown hair are the only remaining hair color genes, in whatever combination they make. These girls," she gestures to the figures in tubes, "are all genetically 'perfect' for lack of a better term. They are at least a D-cup, have strong metabolisms, and are designed to make babies and have strong motherly instincts. But their minds are totally blank. They're awaiting their personality matrices." "Zodd was going to do that today," Michelle piped in. She walked over, her G-cup breasts bouncing in rhythm to her step. "They're all super intelligent, but they need to put in their desires, and we had put in a randomizer program to help choose." Karen looked where Michelle pointed, and found what she was talking about. It was a randomizer program that would input career choices for the girls. She didn't want to dictate to these girls, but right now, they weren't really girls. They were shells waiting for their uploads. She was in a bind. She could either disconnect them, which, according to the program, would leave them nearly permanently childlike, or enter a matrix for each and hope they like what he chose. "Fine, we'll choose," she finally said, giving in. "But we're going to give them some decent choices for jobs - doctors, lawyers, engineers, scientists, programmers, teachers, and the like." Karen bent over again, her breasts hanging free again, while she began typing in commands. She set the computer to input the parameters for the girls, evenly distributing career desires in them, from doctors, lawyers, engineers, and scientists, and including a few teachers in there as well. She hated doing it, but she disabled the political side that Zodd put in, and shifted the girls to loving the country, honoring the Founding Fathers. She wanted them to choose, but Zodd wouldn't have that one. The musical selection, movie selection, and TV selection proceeded along the lines of sci-fi, action, some romantic comedy, and plenty of video gaming for the girls, and before she could do it, the fetishes appeared and disappeared, including predilections for dressing up in costumes. Feminine maintenance and hygiene flashed on the screen, desire to show off their assets, and the final bits before the progress bar reached 100%. "Personalities complete," the computer said. "Draining tubes, and disconnecting subjects 1 through 100." Karen looked up as the needles retracted, and the green goop drained quickly, as the girls began slumping against the sides. The breathing masks came off, and the tubes opened up in pairs. Karen super-sped them out of the tubes before the might slump on the floor, laying them all against the walls near the entrance as best she could. Some coughing, most stretching, all covered in goop. Each of them were utterly gorgeous, with long hair ranging from golden blonde to deep brown and red, perfect curves, long legs, and breasts that at the smallest were a full D-cup, going up to G-cup in many instances. As they stood, they began looking around and talking to each other, random conversations sprang up. "Ladies!" Karen said as she helped up a few of the last ones. "Do any of you remember anything before today?" Most of the crowd answered in the negative, the others stayed silent. "My name is Karen Starr, and I'm here to help you all adjust to life in the real world. We're going to get you all cleaned up, some rooms, and some breakfast. Then we'll get you some identification so you can start going out into the real world." Karen gestured for the girls to follow her, while Billie and Michelle helped. Those two had genuinely changed from the day prior. Nothing remained of their former selves, and it was very possible the same for these new ladies. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Karen decided to get out of the building she had occupied since the prior day, and get out on her own, and away from all the utter weirdness and oddities that had suddenly become her life. She piled into one of the cars parked in the garage, adjusted the mirrors, and shifted the seat back. She left Billie and Michelle in charge, with very specific instruction to assign the newly created girls to rooms, clothes, and to contact the Agents to get them all documentation and possible job placement. As she climbed in, the weight of her large chest shifted in a manner she still wasn't quite used to, while she clicked the seatbelt on, it pressed in on her breasts, neatly falling between them. She drove out and within a few miles, got caught in a little traffic jam on the interstate in Atlanta. "What the heck is going on now? I just need some normalcy, but traffic wasn't what I had in mind," Karen said, rolling her eyes. She rolled down the window, and focused her hearing, on a whim, to see if she could figure out what was going on. This guy's pinned in here! He's going to need to get to a hospital soon, or he's not going to make it. We need to pry the car open! The police can't get here in time through this traffic! She refocused her hearing, and undid her seatbelt quickly. She opened her door, and grabbed her backpack, which held the right change of clothes for the occasion. She looked left, then right, her red, curly hair swaying left and right on her shoulders, and she supersped a few miles back, changed in a blur, and launched herself skyward. As she flew in low over the cars, the wind blew past the few convertibles on the highway, and all they saw was a white and blonde streak rushing past. Seeing the crash, the Ford Focus was wrapped around part of a semi, while an SUV pinned it from the other side, Power Girl hovered over the cars, one leg up in a classic superhero pose. She got the lay of the land, and concentrated, getting the x-ray version of events. One man pinned, the other two cars are alright, she thought to herself as she descended from the sky, right in front of the Focus. A lone police cruiser was there while the rest were still trying to get to the scene of the accident to help the man trapped. Power Girl looked at the policeman, "I'm here to help officer. This man needs medical attention." The officer stood, his mouth slightly open, nodding. She could tell his eyes were focused a little lower than hers. Power Girl rolled her eyes, and turned to the Focus. She looked at the man in there, his head bleeding. She did a quick X-Ray, seeing he had a few broken ribs, and perhaps soft tissue damage. She listened, finding his pulse seemed a bit faster, a bit irregular. She heard an odd sound she didn't recognize, but figured it wasn't good. She took the SUV, and lifted it up, and pushed it back a few feet from the Focus, away from the driver's rear side, so that she could get to him. She then picked up the rear of the car, gently, and unhooked it from the Tractor Trailer. Power Girl gently peeled the door back from the frame a little, to get a grip, then ripped the door off. Using her heat vision, she seared the belt, and then peeled the roof back, giving her a clear line to the man in the car. "Sir, I'm going to take you out of the car. Can you hear me?" she asked him. A groan was the response she got. At least he was still with the land of the living, she figured. Gently, she peeled back the doorframe, and used her heat vision to cut the seat out of the car. She lifted it out gently, and held it in her arms, as if she were holding no more than a doll. "Officer, I need to get him to the nearest hospital," Power Girl said to the man standing there, watching this transpire. "Where's the nearest emergency room?" "St. Luke, two miles, that way," the offer replied, pointing in a direction to the east. The tall blonde thanked him, and started hovering away. "What's your name?" he asked. "Power Girl," she replied, smiling, then flying off with the injured man safely in her arms. --------------------------------------------------------------- She returned to the building perhaps an hour later, parked the car, and got out, dressed as before, her hair color-shifted back to red, and her eyes green, and wearing her brainy specs. She had gotten herself a few shirts, shorts, jeans, and some underwear that fitted her better than what she had been wearing, and even got a skirt-suit. The girl at the shop was surprised that a girl like her knew practically nothing about women's clothing, but was still happy to help out. Over at the make-up counter at JC Penney's, Karen got some 'gear' and learned some tricks from the girls there, and stopped by the perfume counter before leaving. She drove up to the front of the building, and stopped in the circle drive under the awning. She got out, and pulled out a few bags from the back seat, shut the door and entered the lobby. She walked towards the reception area, where Nikki was sitting. She was about 5'7", auburn hair, green eyes, a pretty face, and wearing a tank top, jean shorts, and doing a Sudoku puzzle. Behind her, a large LED TV with the news on it played on Fox, where a breaking news alert showed a tall blonde in a white leotard peeling back the door, getting a man out of the car, and flying him to a hospital. Karen stopped dead in her tracks not 2 feet from the receptionist. Her eyes widened as she saw herself on TV. Seeing someone was there, Nikki raised her head, and puzzled, followed Karen's gaze to the TV. Both were transfixed until the reporters and analysts came on to tell everyone what they saw, when Nikki turned back to Karen, staring a little before finally saying something. "So this is what you call keeping a low profile?" Nikki asked rhetorically. "The man was going to die if I didn't do anything," Karen replied. "Besides, the crash was causing a traffic jam, and I was going to get some shopping done..." "...which you luckily got done..." Nikki finished her sentence for her, looking at the bags in her hands. "Right," Karen smiled. "I've got to get this upstairs, and then get with everyone else to see what we're going to do about...everyone." -------------------------------------------------------- After she finished unpacking and setting everything into drawers, Karen left what had become her room, and made her way to the 10th floor common area, what had become a large den, of sorts, where people could gather, hang out on the comfortable couches, chairs, rugs, with a huge fireplace, a skylight in the middle of the ceiling, and plenty of room to move around. As she walked past, Jackie opened her door, and joined her friend. "Karen," Jackie began, as she walked alongside the tall blonde, "it seems the world is believing in flying blondes with large...assets..." she gestured to her breasts, which had swollen a bit more, as had her stomach, in the last few hours. "I know," Karen said, rolling her eyes a little, "keep a low profile. I said it myself. But I had to..." "...save the guy trapped in the car, yes, I know," Jackie finished the sentence for her. "You did good out there," she put her arm on Karen's shoulder, stopping in the hall, which caused Karen to do the same. "I'm not saying you shouldn't have done it, but that maybe you were given these powers to do some good in the world, not just to save my own hide from my brother. Maybe there's a bigger purpose to this craziness than just this." "You might be right," Karen said, thoughtfully. The two began walking again towards the common area. "In either event, I've got to maintain a cover, so, while I'm out and about or with strangers, I've got to go redhead, so I can keep some distance between the superhero, and the everyday me." "Good idea," Jackie commented. "Next up is work, and handling your parents." "Work has been notified," Karen answered, "that I've been in the hospital, and we'll know in two days if I'll be out. These booths, the agents say, have a life of 4 days once activated. So we have two days to find it. If we get stuck like this, then we'll tell them something. As for my parents, I'll be seeing them then also." "Sooner better than later," Jackie replied as she found a seat, sitting next to three other blondes who had taken to calling themselves Emma, Emily, and Erica. The trio were looking through magazines - Cosmo, Scientific American, Discover, and Archaeology - and having an odd conversation that flowed from quantum mechanics to makeup to string theory and everything in between. Karen just laughed at the conversation as she picked out a magazine and sat down on a couch, leafing through. She crossed her legs as she sat, and wasn't as bothered by the jiggling her breasts made as she sat down this time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- An hour and a half later, after Billie and Michelle had served lunch to everyone, Karen decided it was time to tell her parents what happened...sooner is better than later, she figured. She pulled out her cell phone, the one she had had for months already, a Windows Phone, and checked. She had a few dozen texts and three missed calls. Two calls from friends talking about Power Girl, one from her mother asking if she could come over and visit. The texts, aside from Mark, came from friends, and three from mom and dad. I've got to do something, Karen thought to herself. I can't just leave them not knowing for another two days. So she called the agent who gave her his card and asked him to meet her at her parents' house so they could explain what had happened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Traffic, as usual in Atlanta, was horrible. Karen got stuck in traffic, and was crawling along on the interstate trying to get to the off ramp that would take her to her parents' house. They had a nice 3 story, with one under-ground, which was almost an entire house in itself. "Come on!" she yelled out, exasperated. "What the heck is going on up there?" On a whim, she turned off her radio, and focused her hearing, and could hear sirens, radio chatter, and gunfire. Something was destroying some big video game convention, and it had spread to the interstate. "Oh, what the hell? Really? Do I attract this kind of stuff now?" she rolled her eyes, and put up her hands in frustration. "Fine, I'll go solve this. Hopefully without getting too much more attention!" Karen super-sped her change of clothes, and locked her car, while she ran at super-speed to the disturbance. What she saw was disgusting and horrifying, and terrifying as well. A 25-foot tall monstrosity, that looked like an amalgamation of people, melded together in some disgusting, hellish gestalt. She stopped, seeing the beast roaring. She stood there, shocked at the situation. Had this been two days ago, Kevin would've run. Karen would pummel this creature. She levitated, floating, striking a classic Superman pose, and flew full strength at the creature, fists in front. The creature was remarkably quick, and backfisted Karen down to the highway, digging a trench into the street forty feet long. Groaning, she got up on one hand, the other holding her head. It actually gave her a headache. "Anyone catch the license plate of that bus?" she mused to herself. She looked up, and the creature was distracted. Karen focused, and saw what, or rather who, had distracted the creature. A woman, clad in black, holding a large gun, was shooting the creature, with only some effect. "Bullets can hurt it, but not me? What's up with that?" Karen said, confused. She stood up, shaking off the cobwebs, and flew over to stand next to the woman, landing gently next to her. "Get out of the way," said the woman, whose black hair went down to her shoulders, and green eyes gleamed in the sunlight. She spun her long gun, which looked somewhat like a witch's broom, and it turned into a machine gun. She touched it, and it lit on fire. She shot it repeatedly, emptying a clip into the creature's heart. At that moment, she reached up into the sky, which grew overcast incredibly fast, lightning crashing about. This girl can control the lightning? Who is she? Karen thought, worried. "Taste fear as your soul burns away!" yelled out the mystery woman, with an authoritative, and slightly echo-y voice, as she struck a pose, and lightning struck the creature, causing it to evaporate into nothing, being completely burned up in the process. She turned away at the shock of a lightning bolt, but Karen looked and saw nothing where the creature once stood. She looked, and the woman was walking away. "Wait a sec, who are you? How did you do that?" Power Girl asked as she walked over to the woman and put her hand on her shoulder. "My name is Alicia Claus, and I am a witch," Alicia said as she replied over her shoulder, then turned back. "Wait, hold on. Witches don't exist." "Says Power Girl, the Kryptonian," Alicia retorted, turning to face the new woman. She had on a leather-looking corset that reached around her neck, having a high collar, and a low-slung miniskirt hugging her hips. Arm sleeves not attached to her corset, stockings, and high boots. All black. "Touch?," Power Girl noted. "Be that as it may, I wasn't born this way." "Neither was I," Alicia replied. "Who were you, then?" Power Girl asked. "I was a 30-year-old guy with no girlfriend who played too much Bullet Witch. I got a note from Connor to hide his booth, so I did, and used it to change into Alicia for the costume contest at the Video Game convention here in town," Alicia explained. "I guess my changes were a bit too real." "Wait, Connor? You know him?" Power Girl asked, her curiosity piqued. "He's the reason I changed into Power Girl! He, Todd, and Billy changed into Kryptonians, and I had to stop them!" "And you changed into a girl to do it?" "Well, they were turning everyone around them into girls, so I had to find a powerful enough chick to take them out..." "I guess it makes as much sense as some silver booth that turns me into a video game character," Alicia replied. "Do you still have it?" "The booth?" "Yes," Power Girl asked. "I want to use it to change myself back. I was a guy, and I have a life I want to get back to." "I wish I could help you. I brought it to the video game convention, and I haven't seen it since. It might be with anyone right now," Alicia answered. "Damn," Karen muttered under her breath. "Almost right there, too!" "I know. I don't really want to have to explain why I'm a girl to my parents, and lost 12 years of life because of my video game habit. And I have a house," Alicia replied. "I know a few agents," Karen answered, superspeeding to her car to get the card Agent K gave her. She handed it over to the new girl. "They can set you up with ID, background, and possibly transfer your house to your new name." "Thanks," Alicia smiled, the first time Karen saw her do so. "What was your name?" "Kevin," she answered. "Rick," Alicia answered back. "Good to meet you Rick," Karen smiled. "You too, Kevin," Alicia nodded her head a little as they shook hands. "I need to go. If you ever need me, let me know." "You do the same, Alicia Claus," Karen smiled, giving a little salute as she levitated off, and zoomed off into the distance before returning to her car. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps a little over an hour later, Karen made it back to the building she was using as a house temporarily, when she met up with Jackie. "Hey, Jackie, I..." Karen began, when she saw Jackie, and how she had changed in the time since she last saw her. Jackie appeared to be about 6 months pregnant. Her stomach had grown huge, and she was walking slowly to get to Karen. "Did you even try to stay off the news?" Jackie replied sarcastically, as she smiled at her friend. "Well, there was a..." "Giant creature, I know," Jackie replied. "But some lightning girl took care of it, so you don't have to worry about all that." "Jackie, you look like..." "...I'm about 6 months pregnant, I know. I've been eating like crazy, because the little ones are growing so fast. I can't keep up with them!" Jackie replied. "I should be completely freaked out by this, and I'm barely even fazed! What the hell is going on?!?!" "We're going to figure this out, Jackie, I promise," Karen said, putting both her hands on Jackie's shoulders. "Zodd will pay for what he's done, and we'll de-power him like the others. He will not get away with this, if it's the last thing I do. Even if it kills me." Unfortunately for Karen, a mile or so away, hovering in the sky, listening in to their conversation, Zodd observed with his super hearing, with his arms crossed. He had a leather jacket on, a dark, burgundy shirt, black jeans and black boots on. "It may very well kill you, 'Power Girl,'" he spat. "I will assure my lineage and bring about your day of doom. That much is a promise." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued....