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Claire Kent, Alias Super Sister #10: The Mother-Son Swap
By Heather St. Claire
(This is another stand-alone story in my ongoing series based on the
Silver Age Superboy story, "Claire Kent Alias Super Sister!" In case you
want to jump right in without reading earlier installments: The premise
of the series is that Superboy was actually changed into a girl by the
alien Shar-La, she remained female, stayed in Smallville, married Pete
Ross, and became the mother of twins.)
By Bill Ross
September, 22, 1971
My counselor at Smallville High School, Mr. McDonald, told me I had to
write this. I don't have to show it to him or anyone else, which is a
good thing, because they would never believe it. I'm in big trouble
because I beat another kid up, Tommy Small. Tommy's one of the receivers
on the Smallville High Football team and I'm the starting quarterback,
even though I'm only a sophomore. Tommy was goofing off all week and last
night he wasn't paying attention and he missed one of my passes and it
cost us the game.
I beat him up pretty bad. I knocked out one of his front teeth and gave
him two black eyes. Then I turned him over on his back and had his left
arm twisted behind him; I was going to break it if I could. It would have
probably been a lot worse if six guys hadn't pulled me off of him. Good
thing I held something back, because if I hadn't, I would have probably
killed him. So anyway, Mr. McDonald wanted to know why I did it, and I
told him it was because Tommy never takes the game seriously, and I was
tired of that.
He thinks that there's something more bothering me. Maybe he's right. He
said if I can't talk about it, maybe I can write about it and that will
help me let go of the anger. He said if I can't figure out what's making
me angry, I should think of something really significant in my life and
write about that. I don't know. We'll see.
I'm not like other kids at Smallville High. I'm half-alien, just like my
twin sister Martha. My father Pete runs the Smallville grocery store. My
mother Claire seems like just an ordinary housewife to everyone who knows
her. But she's really Superwoman, the strongest person on this planet.
Because I've got an alien mother, I'm really strong. I can lift hundreds
of pounds like it's nothing. I can run as fast as a freight train. I can
leap about an eighth of a mile. And mom says nothing short of a bursting
shell can penetrate my skin. Pretty impressive, but nothing like mom, who
can fly into space, travel back and forth in time, melt things with heat
beams from her eyes and toss asteroids around like they're ping pong
balls. It's amazing to have powers like that. I know. I know because five
years ago my mom and I swapped places. Literally. I was in her body and
she was in mine. It was all because of Red Kyptonite, or, as dad always
calls it, "crazy, unpredictable Red Kyrptonite."
Anyway. I ought to back up a bit I guess. It was the end of June, 1966.
Martha and I had both just finished sixth grade. We were all pretty
excited because we were taking a plane trip halfway across the country to
Gotham City, where mom's best friend, Lana Lang, was getting married to
her boss, Bruce Wayne. Mom was going to be the Matron of Honor for the
wedding. I had no idea when we got there what a Matron of Honor was, but
before the weekend was out, I learned more about it than I ever wanted to
know.
I was excited about getting to fly on an airplane, something I had only
done once before. I told mom that she should just fly us all there
herself, but dad laughed and said mom could do it faster, but we'd miss
the great meal and in-flight movie. And yeah, we was right, "It's a Mad,
Mad, Mad World" was pretty funny.
We arrived on Friday afternoon, got settled into the hotel, which was the
same place where they were having something called the rehearsal dinner.
Mom went over to the church for the rehearsal itself, and dad took us
sightseeing in Gotham City for a couple of hours. All I can say is I knew
we weren't in Kansas anymore. There are more people in a couple of blocks
of that city then there are in all of Smallville.
I told dad I didn't understand why they had to have a wedding rehearsal.
Didn't everyone just walk up, say a few words, and it was over? Martha
rolled her eyes at me and said, "You don't UNDERSTAND. You don't
understand anything. But you're just a boy." Then she smiled and flipped
her hair like she was so superior just because she was a girl.
"Ha!" I said. "Like I would ever WANT to be a girl!" She stuck her tongue
out at me and I was about to lunge for her when dad stepped between us,
put a hand on each of our shoulders and said, "Enough, you two. ENOUGH!
Is your mother going to have to put one of you in the Phantom Zone
again?" That was dad's idea of a joke. I think. He had been threatening
us with it for years if we got out of line too often, but I don't think
mom would ever actually do it. There are some really, really bad people
in there.
Anyway, we ate some fancy food at the dinner, which had a lot of people
saying nice things about Lana and Mr. Wayne, and it was really, really
boring, and I couldn't wait to get back to our room. Even though mom and
dad said we could stay up late and watch Johnny Carson, I wanted to get
to bed early so we could get up early to be at the Gotham Zoo when it
opened. I love zoos.
We were there just a couple of minutes before nine, and I went racing
through the gates as soon as we had our tickets. I still wonder what
would have happened if I hadn't noticed the glowing red rock in the
flowerbed right inside the gate. I said, "Hey look!" and reached down to
touch it. Mom shouted, "Bill! NO!" and grabbed my shoulder, but it was
too late. I was touching the rock, she was touching me, and then
everything went dark for a couple of seconds.
Next thing I knew, I was about a foot taller, and my hand was on my own
shoulder. I was looking down on myself, which was really strange. Then it
hit me. I was now my mother. Which meant she must now be me. Sure enough,
I heard my voice saying, "Oh, no!"
I was still trying to take it all in. All of a sudden I had hair touching
my shoulders, when a few seconds before I had the flattop buzz cut I had
worn since I was little. I had....these two lumps on my chest, and I didn't
even want to think about what was missing down below. Yeah, I was pretty
grossed out realizing that I was a woman, and my mother besides...but then
it hit me. This also meant that I had all of her super powers!
I could fly. So I did. I had watched her take off enough times, I just
bounced on my feet and pushed up, and pretty soon I was hundreds of feet
in the air. Not only could I see the entire zoo, I could look up and down
the coastline for miles. I could see clear to Metropolis, and even New
York City. It was so cool. It wasn't windy on the ground, but it was sure
breezy however many hundred feet in the air I was. I could really feel
the wind through mom's long hair. Then I heard mom, though it was my
voice, calling, "Bill! Get down here this instant!" I was back on the
ground in a second, and my mother looked really, really mad.
In a loud whisper, she said, "Bill! Thank goodness no one noticed you!
What are people going to think if they see a flying woman?" She reached
to the ground and picked up her purse, which I had dropped when I jumped
into the hair and handed it to me.
"I don't know--that she's Superwoman?"
"Exactly! Now don't do anything like that again!"
I felt really shaky all of a sudden. "Can we just stay in the hotel until
we switch back?" I could see Martha was trying very hard not to laugh. I
gave her a look that told her she'd be in trouble if she did.
"No! I wish we could, but we have to go to the wedding. This is the
biggest day of Lana's life, and I can't disappoint her!"
"But--but--"
"No buts about it!" dad said, grabbing me by the hand. "Now let's get
going."
When we were back in the hotel, mom made me get undressed. She had to
help me take off the bra she had put on that morning; then she had me
lift up my arms so she could slip a different one over my head. This one
had no shoulder straps. Then she had me step into her dress for the
wedding and she pulled it up so she could zip me into it. The dress
didn't cover my shoulders, so that was the reason for the bra with no
straps. It's what's called a strapless dress.
"Why is it so tight?" I complained. She told me it was also known as a
column dress and it was supposed to fit like that. Why so many different
names for the same thing, I was wondering. No wonder it takes girls and
women so long to shop and to get dressed. Anyway, the dress. It was pink
and shiny and made out of satin and like nothing I had ever worn before
or would ever wear again. There was a big bow at the waist. I thought I
looked like a giant Christmas present, totally ridiculous, but mom said
the dress was "darling." Mothers are always saying things like that.
Next she had me step into a pair of her high heels. They were shiny and
silver and it felt like I was standing on top of them instead of in them,
like my Keds. She made me walk around the room in them for a while so she
was sure I had the hang of it.
I didn't think it could get any worse, but it did.
She made me sit down at the big table with a mirror in front of it--a
vanity, as I found out, where she had all her hair stuff and makeup
spread out. "No!" I said. "Not makeup!"
She just shook her head, which was really my head, which was still so
weird to me. "Of course you have to wear makeup now. Every woman wears
makeup to a big event like a wedding. But I have to do your hair first.
Now no more arguments."
I sat there as quiet as I could while she brushed my hair and piled it
high and sprayed it. Like I said, I was used to my mom's hair touching
her shoulders, but I had seen her put it up like this on a few special
occasions before, and I remember thinking it made her look really pretty.
In addition she used a fancy silver clip to help hold it in place. With
her hair up and her shoulders bare, it seemed like her neck went on
forever.
Now it was time for the moment I had been dreading. The makeup. As she
picked up a golden tube I asked, "What does lipstick taste like, anyway?"
She shook her head. "It doesn't taste like anything."
"Well, if I have to wear it, I want it to taste good."
She sighed, and she really looked annoyed. Then she turned her head
toward my sister. "Martha? Did you bring your Tinkerbell makeup kit
along?" When she nodded affirmatively, mom had her bring it to her. She
picked up the lipstick. "This is strawberry flavored lipstick. Don't eat
it!" I nodded. She made me pucker my lips so she could apply it. When she
was done, she looked at me carefully for a moment, nodded and said, "That
will do. It's even the right shade to match the dress."
My sister couldn't contain herself any longer. I heard her laughing in
the bathroom and then she said through her giggles, "A brother's lipstick
should ALWAYS match his dress!"
My dad cut her off with a stern, "That's enough, young lady. This is very
hard for your brother and he's being a good sport. Don't make it harder
for him."
She answered with a meek, "Yes, dad."
"Let's just hope the world doesn't need saving before we switch back," I
said, and we all laughed. It was my attempt to break the tension. I think
people outside our family think my mother spends all her time saving
lives and doing good deeds, but the reality is she spends most of her
time taking care of us. And she says she likes it that way. I never
really understood that until I spent some time as her.
I somehow managed to endure her putting rouge on my cheeks and two or
three different things on my eyes. I almost argued when she reached for
the perfume bottle, but I didn't have any fight left in me. I knew I was
going to spend the next few hours smelling like flowers. She called to my
father, who was in the next room.
"Well, Pete?" she asked. "Will he pass?"
He smiled. "No one will ever know, as long as we all act like
everything's normal."
"Yeah, like that's gonna be easy," I said.
"Bill," mom said, then paused. "Claire. You're going to have to get used
to people calling you Claire. Please try to remember that you have to act
like a grown up woman when we're with other people. Grown-ups don't say
'gonna,' they say, 'going to.' "I nodded as she slipped a thin watch
around my wrist and put a double string of pearls around my neck. She
handed me a little silver purse--she told me it was called a clutch--and
told me that I was ready to go. When I asked her what was in it, she told
me there was a comb, a couple of lipsticks, a handkerchief and her
Diner's Club card. I didn't understand why she could get by with such a
little bag when she always hauled a great big purse around, but I figured
I better not ask.
I waited on the couch watching Popeye cartoons while she got herself
ready, putting on my Sunday suit. I wondered briefly why she didn't need
any help, but then I thought she had spent enough time getting me ready
for church she must know the routine.
Before too long everyone was ready and dad told us a car was waiting out
front of the hotel to take us to the church. I stood up and started
toward the door when I heard dad's voice. "Claire!" he said a little
sharply. For a moment I thought he was talking to mom, then I realized he
meant me. I looked back at him. "A lady waits for a gentleman to open
doors for her."
"OK, dad--Pete," I said sheepishly.
We got to the church at 4:30. The ceremony wasn't until 6. I asked mom
why were so early and she told me I had to go help Lana get ready. When I
started to protest she told me not to worry, she had spent weeks on the
phone helping her make all the wedding arrangements, and that she would
professional people to help her with her hair and makeup today, so I was
just there for moral support.
"Moral support?"
"You reassure her," she explained. "Tell her she's beautiful. Tell her
her dress is perfect. Tell her she's doing the right thing. Tell her that
Bruce is a wonderful man and she's doing the right thing by marrying
him." I must have looked confused. She went on, "Every woman gets nervous
before a wedding. It's a really big deal. It's normal."
"Were you nervous, mom?"
She looked at my dad and smiled. It was my face, but her smile, if that
makes sense. "No, I guess I wasn't. I think I knew your dad and I were
meant to be together right from the start."
I really didn't understand then how women think and I still don't. Before
I knew it, mom had me knocking at the door of the room in the church
where Lana would be waiting for me. "Lana?" I asked. "Lana? It's me,
Claire."
She sounded like she wanted to start crying, but she said, "Oh, Claire,
honey come on in!"
I opened the door and saw her standing there in her wedding dress. She
really did look beautiful. The skirt of her dress was like a billowy
cloud of white, and the part covering her top half (the "bodice,"
according to mom) was covered in diamonds. Fifty thousand dollars worth
of diamonds. I guess Bruce Wayne really is one of the richest men in the
country. The dress was called a ball gown, like Cinderalla's I guess,
something I never really wanted to learn.
Lana was smoking a cigarette, a habit that I knew mom really hated, and I
could see her hand was shaking really badly. Something was bothering her,
big time. She looked at me and said, "I promised Bruce I was going to
quit, but then he tells me something like this." I had no idea what she
was talking about.
She stubbed out the cigarette and rushed over to me and gave me a hug. A
really, tight hug. "Lana? Honey? (I remembered that she and mom always
called each other names like 'dear' and 'honey,' like my mom and dad did,
which always confused me.) "What's the matter? You shouldn't be worried
about anything. You look beautiful, and Bruce is a wonderful man."
"Oh, Claire," she said with a deep sigh. "Sit down." She sat, and I
followed her order. "Yes, she said, holding my hands tightly. I noticed
my nails had bright pink polish on them that matched my dress. I didn't
even remember mom putting that on me. Maybe she had done it before we
switched? I didn't have time to try to figure it out, because the next
thing Lana said really shocked me. "Yes, he's a wonderful man. He's also
something else." She paused, and looked like she wasn't sure if she
should keep going, but she swallowed hard and continued. "He's also the
Batman."
"The Batman?" Wow. This was really something. I know my mom and the
Batman had sometimes teamed up to fight crime together but I had no idea
the Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. But I guess it made
sense. No one else knew that Superwoman was also my mom, the Kansas
housewife.
"The Batman?" I said. "When did you find this out?"
"Just last night," she said, fighting back a sniffle. I opened mom's
clutch and offered Lana the handkerchief, but she waved it off. "He
apologized for not telling me sooner. It was why he almost missed the
rehearsal and the dinner. He was off capturing the Joker again." She
paused. "Oh, Claire, what should I do? Should I still marry him, knowing
that he's going out there risking his life all the time?"
Now it was my turn to squeeze her hands. "Lana. You love Bruce, right?"
She nodded. "All kinds of people have dangerous jobs. Policemen. Firemen.
Soldiers. Super heroes. Why, I bet even Superwoman has a family back home
worried about her!"
Lana smiled. "But that's different. Superwoman's invulnerable."
Yes, I said softly. "But policemen and firemen and soldiers aren't.
They're the real heroes in this world." I was suddenly sounding so much
like my mother it scared me. "If you love Bruce like I know you do,
everything will work out." She hugged me real hard, and then it was time
for the ceremony. I don't remember much about the ceremony itself; the
next thing I knew, we were standing there watching Bruce and Lana's big
limousine drive off when I heard a strange warning ringing in my head
over and over. I signaled to mom to step into the alley.
"Mom?" I said, feeling really scared. "This must be your super intuition.
I'm getting a really scary message."
"What, Bill?"
"It's telling me that all of earth is in danger from Brainiac." I had
heard mom's stories about Brainiac, the computer in human form. I think
she considered him her most dangerous enemy, even more so than Leslie
Luthor. It was always kind of personal for mom, I think, because Brainiac
had stolen Kandor, one of the biggest cities on her home world Krypton,
and shrunk it in a bottle. Brainiac had tried to do the same thing with
cities on earth once, but mom and stopped him.
"Use your telescopic vision and super hearing!" Mom ordered. "See if you
can find him and figure out what he's up to."
I spent nearly a minute scanning the skies about the earth, but all I saw
was an inky blackness. I could tell mom was getting nervous, but she
didn't say anything. Then I spotted Brainiac's flying saucer. I saw him
talking to his pet monkey. Even though he was speaking a strange
interplanetary language, I could understand it somehow.
"Oh no!" I said. "He says he's got an improved shrinking ray. He's done
stealing cities. Now he's going to steal worlds, and he's going to start
with the earth!"
Mom shook her head. "Kara--Supergirl--is on a mission in the future with
the Legion of Superheroes, and he's too much for the Justice League
without me. Son, we have no choice. You're going to have to try to stop
him, unless you want to end up living in a bottle." I was paralyzed with
fear. Mom grabbed the clutch out of my hand, opened it, and pulled out
one of the lipsticks.
"You want me to put on makeup? Now?"
She shook her head. "No, of course not. My super costume is in here.
Change!" I must have looked hesitant, because she added. "You can move so
fast, no one will see you! Now do it!" I took the tube, and in an instant
I had shed the shoes, underwear, jewelry and dress, and was standing
there in mom's super-costume. All red, blue and yellow and skin-tight. I
had a grown-up woman's curves, but I also had the big red boots and cape,
and suddenly I felt really, really powerful.
"This is kind of cool," I said. "Now, up, up and away!" I don't think mom
every actually said that, but there was once a radio show that claimed
she did, and I thought it would be neat to say it. As the city receded
into the distance, I heard her whisper, "Rao be with you, son." I knew
Rao was the name of God on Krypton. I imagined she was worried about me.
I tried not to think about it. I just knew I had to stop Brainiac.
In less than a minute I passed through the upper atmosphere and found
myself in space. It was so beautiful, and so eerily quiet. I was in front
of Brainiac's ship before I knew it. I started to shout, but realized
that sounds didn't travel in space. So I grabbed a meteor like it was an
apple and split it in two. I used my heat vision to burn a vision into
the rock that I knew Brainiac would be able to see: "TURN BACK OR BE
DESTROYED."
I was watching through the hull of the ship with my x-ray vision. I could
see Brainiac read the message, laugh, and press the button that activated
the ray. I moved, faster than thought. Just as the beam shot into space,
I grabbed the saucer and threw it directly into the path of the beam. I
watched the ship shrink smaller and smaller and smaller until it
disappeared.
I realized I had been holding my breath, which was kind of stupid,
because there's no air to breathe in space anyway. I just looked at the
empty void for a minute. Then I started back toward the earth. It was
unreal; the whole thing had taken only a few minutes.
I found mom in the same alley where I had left her. Dad and Martha were
with her. They were all looking at me expectantly.
"It's over," I said. "He's gone. Mom, I know you have a code against
killing, but--" and then something really strange happened. I started to
cry. Not just a little, but big, sobbing tears. Dad grabbed me and held
me.
"What's going on?" I said.
Mom answered. "Bill. You had a tremendous scare, and you just saved the
earth! Not to mention suddenly turning into a grown up woman. You've had
quite a day, to say the least. And remember, Brainiac is--WAS--a machine.
He wasn't alive, anyway."
I finally stopped crying, and with mom's help, I changed back into the
dress. We left my hair down and she didn't make me put makeup on again,
thank goodness. Dad stepped out onto the sidewalk and called a taxi.
We got back to the room, and mom and dad let me change into a pair of
dad's pajamas. I was so happy I didn't have to put on one of mom's frilly
pink nightgowns. I got to watch one of my favorite shows, Get Smart, and
I got to order a big ice cream sundae from room service. I told mom about
Bruce Wayne being the Batman, and she laughed and said she had known that
for years, but I was to never ever, ever tell anyone that I knew.
I was feeling so happy I almost didn't mind getting turned into a girl. I
tried not to think about how funny everything felt, but my sister wasn't
going to let me forget.
She looked right at me as I took a big bite of the sundae. "You like
being a girl, don't you?" she said. But it didn't sound mean. It sounded
like she really meant it.
"No way! I like having super powers, and it was really cool to be able to
save the world. That's ALL!"
"O-K, brother, if you say so."
I went to sleep all alone in the big bed in mom and dad's room. Mom took
the bed with Martha that I would have shared, and dad slept on the couch.
You could never know exactly how long Red Kryptonite's effects would
last. I hoped that when I woke up, I would be me again.
I was. I went running into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and went
right over to the toilet to pee. It had been really weird, having to pee
sitting down while I was in mom's body. I was so glad I was myself again.
I was even able to get mom and dad to take us to the zoo. Everything was
normal again, and everything was great.
So why am I mad so much of the time? I still don't get it. Maybe I just
want to be able to wipe out bad guys the way mom does all the time, and
the way I did that day with Brainiac. Like I said, I'm really strong and
fast, but I don't have powers like my mom. Maybe the war in Vietnam will
still be going when I turn eighteen and I can join the Marines and go
take care of some of the bad guys over there. Maybe I can be a policeman
when I grow up. Maybe that's what I want, but I'm still not sure, even
after writing all of this down. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.
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