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Super-Sister #7: Claire Ross, Alias Super-Bride!
By Heather St. Claire
"In Smallville one day, the people blink in disbelief as they see a girl
dressed in the super uniform of Superboy, patrolling in his place! You
will be even more amazed to enter the privacy of the Kent home to find a
daughter living with mom and dad! Yes, the most freakish twist of fate
imaginable changes the boy of steel into a lass of steel, when Clark Kent
becomes...Claire Kent, alias Super-Sister!"
From the diary of Martha Kent, June 25, 1951--Today I watched my girl
become a bride. She's not yet twenty-one, and yet she's so mature. I'm
sure that she and her new husband have many years of happiness ahead of
them.
My daughter Claire married her steady beau, Pete Ross, six months to the
day after they got engaged. Pete proposed on Christmas day, which I
thought was very sweet. It was a simple ceremony, held at the Lutheran
Church just down the block. Well, I guess you could say it was simple
except for the fact that a visiting alien stopped time in the middle of
the ceremony so Claire could save several hundred lives as Super-Sister.
And there aren't any other brides I know of who spent their first fifteen
years as boys before being magically changed into girls.
Just another small town American family, right? Well, we do live in
Smallville, Kansas. Contrary to what you may think, the name doesn't
reflect our town's size. Rather, we were named for our founder Ezra
Small, who is best remembered for his prophetic visions. He forecast that
one day an alien boy and an alien girl would come to the community and be
raised by humans. Old Ezra was pretty close to the mark, but he didn't
realize that Clark and Claire would be one and the same person.
Claire was fifteen when an alien woman used her magical ring to change
her into a girl. Clark had been pretty snippy and insulting toward the
visitor, and by extension, all women, so she decided he needed to learn a
lesson. She is so adaptable and so brave she set her mind to adjusting to
her new situation as quickly as she could. I thought it seemed like too
painless a transition, and only later did I learn that I was right. A
mother always knows, doesn't she?
The first time she saw Pete Ross as Claire, she felt a flutter in her
stomach and a tingle in her spine that signaled physical attraction. As
much as I tried to persuade her that these feelings were natural and
healthy now, she fought them. When Pete asked her to the end of the
school year dance, she turned him down. As her sophomore year at
Smallville High ended and summer began, she started spending long periods
away from home. She and I had always been close and had become even
closer since her change, so I was puzzled when she didn't have a lot to
say about what was going on.
Finally, one day, she came bursting up the stairs, having just changed
back to Claire following her afternoon patrol as Super-Sister. "Ma!" She
said excitedly. "I finally get it."
"You get what, dear?"
"I finally get it that I'm going to be a girl for the rest of my life."
"What do you mean, dear?"
"I was on the moon a little while ago--"
"The moon?"
And that's when it all came tumbling out. For weeks, she had been
exploring all the corners of the Earth; flying to the tops of the highest
mountains, plunging deep under the sea to bear witness to strange life-
forms no human has ever laid eyes on. She brought treasure back from the
wreckage of the Titanic; she made a picture frame for me from wood from
the remains of Noah's Ark. As the days passed and her restlessness
continued, she began soaring into space. For the first time ever, she
broke free of the boundaries of Earth's gravity. That morning, she
decided to see if she could reach the moon. She did.
"It's so incredibly desolate, yet so beautiful, ma," she said. We were
sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, and she took both my
hands in hers. "And the view of Earth--seeing it just hanging there in the
blackness--is amazing. I realized I needed to stop feeling sorry for
myself. I had to have time away from home to think, to understand who I
had become. I kept telling myself I wasn't a boy trapped in a girl's
body, I was a girl now. But some part deep inside of me kept rebelling.
"Yes, my world was destroyed when I was an infant, and yes, I was turned
into a girl a couple of months ago. But I'm here, and I've got incredible
abilities. What you and pa have taught me all along is still true--I'm
here for a reason, even if I'm still learning what that reason really is.
I'm a girl, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life, and I really
need to make the best of it."
We hugged. That night, as we cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, Claire
asked me for advice on how to let Pete know she was interested in him
without being too forward. I knew at that moment my girl was going to be
just fine. She got to know Pete more and more as the weeks passed,
hanging out at the store and joining him in after-school study groups.
When he didn't take the hint, she finally asked him out to the school's
Sadie Hawkins Day dance that November. ("It's the only chance a girl has
to ask a boy out," she pointed out.) That was the start of their
relationship.
I knew things were getting serious a few months later when Claire
happened to leave her notebook and some school papers on the dining room
table. She had rushed out on a super-mission, so I was picking thing up.
I couldn't help but notice on the margins of her biology notes, she had
scrawled things like "C.K.+P.R," "Claire Loves Pete," and most telling of
all, "Claire Kent" followed by "Mrs. Pete Ross" and "Mrs. Claire Ross."I
had to smile. This was something that I always found fun about being a
young girl; envisioning your new, post-marriage identity. I had felt
sorry for boys who were stuck with one name their entire lives. I could
see that Claire had captured the same imaginative vision. Now she's Mrs.
Ross for real.
A big turning point in their lives came two years later when Claire was
forced to reveal her secret identity to Pete in order to save his life.
It turned out Pete had known for years, since Claire was Clark. They had
gone on a camping trip together, and a long whistle alerted Clark of a
runaway train speeding down the nearby tracks. What Clark never knew at
the time was that a flash of lightning had illuminated the tent as he
changed to Superboy, allowing his tent mate to learn his true identity.
Claire had feared becoming close to Pete, despite their mutual
attraction. Her greatest worry then, as now, is that criminals might
learn her true identity and try to get at her by harming him. He told her
he's willing to take that risk, and she finally came to terms with it.
I don't think either of them wanted to wait six months to get married,
but Claire absolutely insisted that Lana, who was in the middle of her
sophomore year at Metropolis University, had to be her Maid of Honor, and
that meant waiting for summer break. In the meantime, we had lots of time
to plan the ceremony. Claire made my dress and Lana's, but she decided to
get married in my mother's wedding dress, which is almost eighty years
old. She wore it when it was new in 1872, and I wore it when Jonathan and
I got married in 1909. I don't know why I kept it all these years, except
I couldn't bear to part with something so beautiful. We never had a child
of our own, and then when the Lord blessed us with Clark, I still didn't
have a daughter...but that prayer for a girl child was finally answered in
the most unexpected way, and when she told me she wanted to walk down the
aisle in that dress, my heart almost burst with pride and joy.
We took it out of the cedar chest where I've kept it all these years. It
had yellowed a bit with age, but was every bit as gorgeous as I
remembered. It had a high neckline, buttoned front, long sleeves, a
gathered waist and a wide skirt. It was drenched in lace. As Claire
looked at herself in the mirror, she said quietly, her voice heavy with
emotion, "It's so elegant! I...I look like a queen. It's gorgeous, mom."
We hugged, we cried a bit, and then we settled into the business of
planning the necessary alterations. My mother was a bit heavier than
Claire and not quite as generously endowed, so we'd have to create more
room in the bust line and take in the waist a bit. As the months sped by,
Claire's full wedding ensemble evolved: my mother's dress (something
old); a pair of white gloves (something new); a veil on loan from Lana's
mother (something borrowed); and a pair of silk panties with lace trim
(something blue).
Claire and I have been able to discuss just about anything, so in these
last days, we spent a lot of hours talking about what married life is
like. I encouraged her to think of herself as Pete's helpmate and
partner, to do her best to anticipate his needs, and expect him to do the
same--although don't be too disappointed if he falls short on that score,
as most men do. After quite a bit of thought, I decided to bring up the
subject of sex. My mother never breathed a word to me about marital
relations; somehow Jonathan and I were able to figure things out, but I
think a young person deserves a little guidance. Not only did I imagine
that Claire would be facing the wedding night jitters every bride has to
deal with, but she would have a physical obstacle as well--every square
inch of her skin is invulnerable, including, no doubt, her hymen.
I was surprised when I brought the subject up, she burst into tears. "Oh,
mom," she sniffed. "That's not going to be a problem because I'm not a
virgin!"
"Claire!? You don't mean--"
She quickly put up her hands in supplication. "Oh, no, mom, I've never
been with a man. It's just that...my virginity was taken from me." And then
the story came tumbling out, when Lex Luthor had her imprisoned a few
years ago and had temporarily taken away her super-powers, he used a
diabolical device to torture her. "How will I ever explain this to Pete?"
"Oh, honey," I said, cradling her in my arms. "Virginity isn't about a
piece of flesh. It's about a state of mind. Do you love Pete?" She
nodded. "Do you trust him?" She nodded again. "Then don't worry. He, of
all people, will understand." I paused. "And I know it's not how you
wanted it to happen, but Luthor solved what could have been a problem."
"I suppose so," she said with a weak smile.
Claire and Pete came up with the guest list for the ceremony and Claire
wrote out every invitation herself by hand. She found a quartet to play
at the wedding reception. She and I selected the flowers and made the
decorations for the church hall. She baked the wedding cake herself the
day before the ceremony. Pete's mother, Lana's mother and I made the hors
d'oeuvres for the reception.
Once Lana was home from school, it was full speed ahead on the bridal
shower, which took place at the Lang house two nights ago. The Lang's
living room is always an interesting place to visit with all the trophies
the professor has brought back from his world travels on display, but
they took were largely hidden by the pink streamers and balloons Lana had
used to decorate the room. The message was unmistakable: this was a
girls' night.
There are days, even weeks at a time now, that the thought of who Claire
once was doesn't even cross my mind. As I looked at her sitting in the
middle of a group of women of all ages, sipping her tea, nibbling on a
cookie she held daintily between gloved fingers, both flattered and
embarrassed to be the center of attention, I couldn't help but marvel at
how complete her transition has been. She is completely, happily female,
outside and inside.
I had to resist an urge to chuckle when Lana announced the party game,
who knows the bride best? We were all handed pads of paper and asked to
jot down the answers to a series of questions, including how tall Claire
is (five feet seven inches), her shoe size (six), her dress size (eight),
her favorite book (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn) and her favorite singer
(Nelson Eddy). But after Lana gave me a pad, she apologetically took it
back. "Mothers can't play," she said. "They know their children too
well." Oh, the things I could have told them about my girl...
I looked around the room and realized that so many of Claire's classmates
have already married in the two years since they left Smallville High. At
least half of them already have a child (there were three crawling across
the floor or cradled in their mother's laps), and a couple of them have
two. Jonathan and I didn't marry until we were in our mid-twenties, but
it seems like young people are growing up faster than ever these days.
While the girls were partying at home, the boys were out on the town for
Pete's bachelor party. They say it's the last opportunity for the groom
to sow any wild oats, but I think Pete didn't have very strong desires on
that score. Jonathan told us Pete had a couple of beers, so I guess
that's a bit more indulgent than the fruit punch and tea we sipped at the
shower, but not by much.
Everything was in readiness at the church today as the noon hour
approached. Claire, Lana and I were together in the small office adjacent
to the main entrance, making sure her hair, makeup, gown, veil, gloves
and her carnation-and baby's breath bouquet was as perfect as they could
be. She had chosen a classic pompadour with victory rolls on the sides,
which I thought showcased her lovely oval face and high cheekbones quite
nicely.
I thought all the guests were already inside the church and seated, so I
was surprised to hear the crunch of gravel under tires just outside the
window. I looked out to see a shiny-red Cadillac convertible rolling up.
A tall, attractive young woman with short blonde hair stepped out of the
car. She had on large hoop earrings, a purple dress with white trim, and
matching boots. Claire asked if I recognized the late arrival.
"I don't think so, dear. She looks like she's not from around here."
Claire stepped over to the window. A look of surprise on her face quickly
gave way to a broad smile. "No ma, she's definitely not from around
here." She placed a hand on Lana's shoulder and asked her to check on the
reception hall one more time. When Lana started to protest that she had
already checked everything three times, Claire pointed out that one more
time wouldn't hurt. As Lana stepped out of the office, the visitor
appeared at the doorway.
"Come in," Claire said. "Ma, I want you to meet Shar-La."
I put my gloved hand to my mouth. "You don't mean?--"
Shar-La nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Kent. I'm the one who changed your son into a
girl five years ago."
She quickly explained that she had never intended for the transformation
to be a permanent one. Her plan was to return to earth in a few days, see
if Clark had learned a lesson about treating women fairly, and change him
back if she satisfied herself that he had. "But my world was cut off from
all space travel for months by an eruption of solar flares on our sun,"
she explained. "By the time I was able to venture into space again, more
than a year of your time had passed. By then, I determined Superboy had
made such a complete adjustment to being Super-Sister that it would be
kinder to leave her a female."
Claire smiled. "You were right, Shar-La. So why are you here now?"
"Two reasons, Super-Sister--"
"Claire. I'd be very happy if you'd call me Claire."
"O.K. Claire. First, I'd like to ask your forgiveness for such a harsh
punishment that went far beyond what I ever intended. And second, to ask
if I could join you on your happy day."
Claire reached out to embrace the alien woman. "Oh, Shar-La! Of course!
I'm honored to have you as a guest on this special day!" Shar-La was
about to step into the sanctuary, when an unmistakable look crossed my
daughter's face: her super-intuition was warning her of danger. "Oh no!"
she exclaimed. She quickly explained that multiple crises were erupting
at once: a forest fire in the upper Michigan peninsula had suddenly
shifted, and a large town was threatened. At the same time, a major
earthquake had rocked the ocean just off of Alaska. Not only were
thousands of lives threatened on-shore, a cruise ship with hundreds of
tourists aboard was in danger of being swamped by a tidal wave.
"There's no way I can be everywhere at once!" she moaned.
"I can help, Claire!" Shar-La exclaimed. I blinked, and the next thing I
knew, Jonathan was stepping into the office to escort Claire down the
aisle, and I was hearing the first strains of "Here Comes the Bride" from
the church organ. Lana's young cousin, our flower girl, was spreading a
trail of rose petals down the aisle. I felt disoriented, strange. I asked
Claire what happened, and she whispered she would explain later.
It was only after the reception, as Claire and Pete were getting ready to
leave for their honeymoon, that Claire was able to take me aside and
explain that Shar-La's magical ring, the same one that had transformed
her into a girl, had many powers. It could even stop time for brief
periods. Since Claire came under attack from Senator McCarthy, she had
been operating without allowing herself to be seen, but what better way
to be invisible--and in multiple places at once?
Claire quickly shed her wedding gown for her super-costume and went
streaking out the window. Her first destination was the North Atlantic,
where she lifted a giant iceberg that was floating through the frigid
waters. She made a beeline for Michigan, where she dropped it on the
raging fire. A quick blast of heat vision turned the iceberg into a flood
that extinguished the inferno.
From there, it was on to the Bering Sea where the undersea quake had
generated a wave that threatened to swamp the luxury liner. With a single
graceful motion, she lifted the ship out of the waters and flew it to the
harbor at Victoria, B.C. She knew everyone would be perplexed at suddenly
finding themselves hundreds of miles from the spot where they had been,
but she saw no other way to get them away from the danger zone quickly.
Then she plunged under the sea, down to the ocean floor, to the spot
where the Earth's mantle had been breached, and forced the shifting
plates back into alignment. She soared back to land, darting from city to
city, moving school buses out of the path of approaching landslides,
propping up buildings that had started to crumble; doing a thousand super
feats that saved ten times as many lives.
When she was finished, she returned to the church, where she quickly got
back into her wedding dress, reapplied her makeup, and rapidly teased,
rolled, sprayed and pinned her hair back into the fancy 'do that Lana and
I had so carefully crafted. With a nod to Shar-La, time moved forward
once more and my girl became a bride.
All in a day's work for a Superwoman, I suppose.
As they climbed into Pete's car to start their long drive to Niagara
Falls, I had to marvel at how wonderful they both looked. Pete had
changed from his tuxedo into a tweed jacket, sports shirt and khaki
slacks. Claire was in a beautiful blue tweed skirt suit and had a yellow
scarf gracefully draped around her neck. For years, she's avoided reds,
blues and yellows, the colors of her costume, in her civilian wardrobe in
order to avoid giving people even a subtle hint at her secret identity,
but she had made an exception for this outfit.
"Mom," she said when she modeled it for me a few days ago. "When I tried
it on in the store, it just fit so perfectly--like it was made for me.
Don't you think it's gorgeous?" I had to agree that it was.
What five years of experience as a female has taught my girl is that
every woman is a super woman. Whether she's working outside the home or
only inside of it, she's juggling the needs and expectations of a
husband, children, relatives, employers, friends....everyone that depends
on her. And somehow, even though she's inevitably last on her own
priority list, she manages to make herself as beautiful as she can.
"They're the real superwomen, mom," Claire told me one day not too long
ago. "All those amazing women who do so much without any super powers."
Didn't I tell you my daughter is wise beyond her years?
The End
NOTE: This story, and others in the series, is based on the 1960 Superboy
story, "Claire Kent, Alias Super Sister!" Clark is transformed into a
girl in the story, but it all turns out to be a "mental vision" projected
by the alien Shar-La. In this series, I assume the transformation
actually happened and carry Claire's story forward.
Madison
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