Episode 1 "The Beginning"

"Legend tells of two super beings, one male and one female.
Their powers were derived from their super suits and each
other. The suits were designed for two lovers. The lovers,
wearing their super suits, made love in order to
temporarily obtain their super powers. Together they were
invincible. Apart and alone, they would fail..."

I quickly got bored with the comic book story line on the
single piece of paper. It was not worth reading. I looked
up from the sheet of paper to see the person who handed it
to me. Mark and I had been roommates for a couple of months
by then, and good friends since third grade. Along with
Mark, my brother Jason and I spent so much time together
growing up that Mark was practically my second brother.
When Mark and I both decided to go the same college, we
also decided to get an apartment together.

For the most part, it was nice living with a friend. Since
we were both new to the city and did not know anyone else,
we spent a lot of time together. Most of the things that we
did, I enjoyed doing. But Mark's fascination with comic
books was beginning to tire me. When we were kids, we both
enjoyed reading comic books and discussing various events
and characters in them. However, I grew out of that phase
as I got older. But Mark still enjoyed reading the childish
stories.

In the past, I did not mind humoring Mark by reading the
stories and even talking about them. But I was in college
now, and I wanted to do something a little more grown up.
Mark spent too much time reading the garbage.

"It looks like a fun story," I said. "But I'm in the mood
to do something different. How about going to a club, and
checking out the girls?"

"It's more than a story, Tony," Mark said.

"I know, its probably an epic saga, or something, but it's
a nice day and..." I said.

"You don't understand. It is more than a story, it's real,"
Mark countered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"The super suits, I bought them," Mark responded.

I knew that Mark could go a little crazy about superhero
nonsense. He probably went to another one of those geek
events known as comic book conventions, and spent a
fortune. "How much did you spend this time?" I asked.

"That's not important. I got the super suits!" Mark
practically yelled.

I looked at Mark with pity. He was a boy in a man's body.
Oh well, I wasn't his parent. What else could I do? He was
an adult, and if he wanted to waste his money on stupid
outfits, well, let him. "Look, Mark, I'm sure these suits
are interesting, but I'm not in the mood to talk about them
right now. I'm going to get some beer. You're welcome to
join...," I said.

"Tony, just take a look at the suits first, okay?" Mark
asked.

"Maybe later," I said, and walked toward the door to our
apartment. "You coming or not?

"Naah. I want to try on the super suit," he said.

"I'll see you later, then," I said, and walked out the
door.

***

The Big Elephant was usually a busy club at nighttime. It
would be rocking with local music in about four hours. But
that early, it was almost empty. A couple guys were playing
pool, and a few more bland looking types were sitting in a
booth. I almost left before I noticed three girls sitting
outside in the patio area. The girls kept my interest.

Thanks to my fake ID, I had no trouble getting a beer, and
was soon sitting at a table next to the girls. Most of the
girls in our college town were beautiful, and these three
were no exception.

If I could just get up enough nerve to ask a girl out, then
I could spend less time with Mark and his comic books. I
made a deal with myself. If one of the three smiled at me,
I would approach them. What did I have to lose? I drank my
beer as I faced the girls.

The girl closest to me was facing away from me. She had
beautiful, long black hair that reached all the way down to
the seat of her chair. She wore a tank top and jeans. The
girl sitting across from her had nice tits, and short
blonde hair. She wore a tight shirt and skirt combination.
The third girl had long blonde hair. She seemed a little
too skinny for my tastes. I could barely see the outlines
of her tits on her yellow shirt.

"My favorite is Julius Caesar," said the girl with the long
black hair. "It has more than just one main character, and
the plot is something a common person can relate to."

The girl with short blonde hair smiled. Was she smiling at
me, or at her friend? Should I try to meet them? My heart
beat fast as I considered my options. I knew that if I
didn't take chances, I would be stuck with Mark and his
stupid comics. I had to make a move. I would just wait for
the right moment, and join in their conversation. Although
I always found Shakespearean plays boring, I decided to
pretend to like his work. I listened in on the girls'
conversation, and heard the skinny girl say, "My favorite
is Romeo and Juliet. Give me a love story any day."

"Excuse me, are you girls talking about Shakespeare? I love
his plays," I lied. "He is such a genius when it comes to
word selection."

The girl with the short blonde hair smiled and said, "We're
just talking about our favorite Shakespearean plays. Do you
have a favorite?"

"I enjoy all of them, from comedies like Midsummer Nights
Dream to tragedies
like Hamlet and MacBeth," I said, "but if I had to pick
one, I guess my favorite is Henry V. I enjoy reading about
heroic characters."

"That's my favorite, too," said the girl with the short
blonde hair. She smiled at me, and said, "Aren't you in my
'Introduction to History' class?"

I didn't recognize her from my class, but this was a golden
opportunity, so
I lied again, "Yeah."

"My name is Susan," said the girl with the short blonde
hair.

"I'm Tony," I said in reply.

Susan motioned me to join her group, and I happily sat next
to her.

The four of us spent a couple of hours talking about other
authors and artists. As we talked, I started to really like
Susan. Her smiles were intoxicating. Most of the time, when
I spoke, I said things that I thought Susan would like to
hear. After a while, I felt a connection between the two of
us. Although the other two girls were still there, my
attention was directed solely at Susan.

I guess the other girls got annoyed when I agreed with what
Susan was saying for the fourth time. The brunette got up
from the table, and said, "We have to get back." The skinny
girl quickly agreed, and got to her feet. Susan reluctantly
got up from her chair.

Susan then smiled, and asked, "What are you doing this
Saturday?"

"I don't have any plans," I answered.

"Great, come to our party. I live at the Liberty Co-op, and
we're throwing a
party. Do you know where that is?" she asked.

The Co-op was near my apartment. "Sure," I said.

"Then I'll see you at around seven this Saturday."

"Okay," I said, and smiled with happiness as Susan and her
friends left the
club. It looked like I had made at least a friend, and if I
played my cards
right, I may even get a girlfriend. I walked back to my
apartment in a state
of joy, thinking about Susan and her smile.

***

As soon as I entered my apartment, Mark startled me by
suddenly stepping in
front of me. His facial expression was that of a mad man.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"About what?" I asked.

"The super suit. I'm wearing it," Mark said.

He looked normal. He wore a normal looking shirt, pants,
sox and shoes.
Somehow, I expected to see him with a mask and possibly a
cape. "That's the
costume?" I said. "It looks normal."

"Looks can be deceiving," he said, "and I already feel a
little stronger.
But to get the full effect, the other suit must also be
utilized."

"You're crazy," I said. As I attempted to push him away, in
a friendly manner, I felt the muscles on his chest. I
didn't know that he was this muscular. He seemed taller,
too. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he also looked a
little different in other ways. Well, it must be the beer.

"I'm sure it's all your imagination," I said.

"You don't believe me?" he said, looking rather sad.

"I don't believe in superheroes," I said. "Hey, at least it
doesn't look weird. You can wear that, and look normal. In
fact, you look pretty good in it."

"Thanks," Mark said as he smiled.

His close proximity and his smile made me feel a little
awkward. "Hey, move out of the way, I'm feeling a little
sleepy from the beer, and I want to take a nap," I said.

After Mark stepped aside, I walked into my room, took off
my clothing, and headed straight for bed. Soon after I laid
down on the bed, I fell asleep.

***

"Oh my God!" Mark's loud expression suddenly woke me up. He
was in my room.

"What the fuck?" Mark never entered my room while I was
sleeping before, and his presence startled me. But this
concern was replaced by a bigger worry. Despite the fact
that I said those words, I heard a feminine voice.

"You even sound like a female!" Mark said.

Mark's words fully woke me up, and I jumped out of my bed.
As I jumped up, I felt my hair touch my face and my tits
jiggle. When I looked down, I saw a woman's body with tits
and everything. "What the fuck?" I heard a female voice
again.

"It works," said Mark. "The second suit works!"

I looked at the clothing that I was wearing. It was a
blouse, skirt, and flat sandals combination. It looked like
normal clothing. Or did it? Somehow, I was wearing, at the
same time, something right out of a comic book. A tight,
skimpy outfit, complete with mask, gloves, and stiletto
heeled boots was in the background, barely visible. Mark's
clothing also had a dual look. He was still wearing his
shirt and pants, but if I looked carefully, I could also
see a costume that a superhero would wear. "What the fuck?"
I said again in my definitely feminine voice.

"Fascinating, the suits must have a disguise factor," Mark
said. "If we want to look like superheroes, we can put our
suits in superhero mode, and it looks like a super suit.
But if we want to blend in more, our outfits look like
normal, everyday clothing. Only the people wearing the
suits can see the suits in both modes at the same time. The
mode that is in the dormant stage appears in the
background."

At that time I was more concerned about my body. The scary
thing was that my body looked good in both feminine
outfits. "What have you done to me?" I asked.

"Nothing," said Mark. "Nothing permanent, anyway. I had to
test the second suit, and I didn't trust anyone else to
keep the secret. Since you wouldn't put it on voluntarily,
I waited until you fell asleep. When I was certain that you
were asleep, I put it on you."

"You mean the suit turned me into a female?" I asked.

"Not any female, but a Super Lover Girl," he said.

I looked at the clothing in disgust. It had robbed me of my
manhood. "Take it off me!" I yelled.

"Don't worry, the changes are temporary, unless you wear it
continuously for more than twenty-four hours," Mark said.

"Take it off!" I yelled again, as I attempted to rip the
clothing off.

"I can't," he said. "Only you can take it off. It's a super
suit. No one can force it off, or damage it. Not only that,
you can't get hurt or harmed while wearing it. Isn't it
fantastic? You look great in..."

"How do I take it off?!" I yelled again.

"Just take it off, like any other clothing," he said.
"Since it seems to be in the civilian mode, take the blouse
and skirt off."

I did as instructed. I first removed the blouse, and found
my unfettered tits underneath. Taking the blouse off didn't
change me back. I started to panic. I quickly removed my
skirt, and found myself naked in front of Mark. "I haven't
changed back!" I yelled.

"You have to remove all of it, including the sandals,"
stated Mark, staring at my naked body.

I quickly removed the sandals, and finally changed back to
my normal self. Still naked, I grabbed my dick and balls
and was reassured to know that they were still there. Once
relieved that I was back to being my normal male self, I
focused my attention on my roommate.

"You jerk," I said, as I punched Mark on the face. Despite
my best efforts to hurt him, he didn't even flinch. My
fist, on the other hand, felt like I had punched steel
rather than skin. I grabbed my hand in pain and said, "You
had no right, putting that suit on me and turning me into a
female."

"You're right," he said. "I will never do it again without
your permission. I just had to see if it worked."

I still wanted to kick his ass, but learned from my last
experience that it would only get me hurt. "You are such a
dick, sometimes," I said as I walked past him and out of my
room. I thought about leaving the place, but the experience
shook me severely, and I needed time to relax a little
before stepping out.

I sat on the sofa and tried to relax, but my memory of me
as a woman kept coming back. The more I thought about it,
the more I became angry and ashamed at the same time. If I
was going to relax, I was going to have to get my mind off
the weird transformation.

In order to forget what had happened, I turned on the
television. The ten o'clock news was on, and a reporter was
talking about a fire. According to the reporter, a fire
started at the Liberty Co-op. 'Oh no,' was my first
thought. 'Not the Liberty...' The reporter then said that
one girl was missing, and that the firemen believed that
she was still in the building. The anchor asked for the
girl's name, and the reporter said that the firemen didn't
release that information. What if it was Susan? I knew that
I didn't know her very well, but I felt a connection. And
at that time, I would have done anything to save her.

Because I was so preoccupied with the news, I didn't notice
Mark coming into the living room. "I can save her, with
your help," said Mark.

"What?" I asked.

"The suits can give me the power to save her," he said.
"Mine can give me superhuman strength of body and mind."

"Then go save her," I said, noticing that he was still
wearing the suit.

"You don't understand," he said. "The super suits work
together. I need another person to wear the female suit."

"No way..." I was beginning to say, when I was stopped by
the next bit of news. The reporter said that the firemen
were now certain that a girl was stuck in the building.
While fighting the fire, the firemen heard screams and
coughs. Unfortunately, the fire was too strong to attempt
immediate rescue. At that time, the firemen were attempting
to slow down the fire first, before a rescue attempt could
be made. The fear was that the girl would die before they
could get to her. What if Susan was trapped in the
building?

"I can save her, with your help," Mark said again.

"All right," I said.

I followed Mark's instructions, and put the suit on my body
once again. I put the blouse and skirt on, and did not
notice any changes, but when I put the sandals on, I
suddenly became a woman again. Although I closed my eyes
during the transition, I could not mistake the sensations
that followed. My tits and ass grew out of nothing, while
my dick and balls disappeared, and their place appeared a
pussy.

"I put the suit on for you, now go save the girl," I
pleaded.

"I can't just yet," he said. "You need to charge up the
suit."

"How do I do that?" I asked.

"The super suits are charged up by the wearers' sexual
acts."

"What?!" I said, disgusted at what he'd said.

"I am definitely stronger with the suit, even on empty. And
you are definitely beautiful with the suit on, even on
empty. But in order to get the full effect, the suits must
be charged up. The only way I can save that girl is to be a
super human. For me to have superhuman strength, we must
make love. I am not asking you to spread your legs or to
give me a blow job," he said. "Just jack me off."

As he said the last words, he pulled out his dick from his
pants. It looked gigantic. I wondered if his suit had any
effect on the size of his dick.

When I didn't touch his dick, despite his urges, Mark
yelled, "We're running out of time. Do you want me to save
the girl, or not?"

At his words, I swallowed my pride and grabbed his dick
with both hands. To my shame, I instantly knew what
techniques would work best on his dick. I knew just where
to touch, and how much pressure to apply. As he fucked my
delicate small hands, I knew that I was pleasuring him. I
guess my suit gave me that feminine knowledge and ability.
He moaned with pleasure with every stroke of my hands. With
desperation and thoughts of saving my lovely Susan, I
stroked his dick with loving care. My hands worshiped his
dick for several minutes. My effort was finally rewarded,
when he exploded. His load landed on my tits. I looked with
fascination as the sperm was absorbed into my clothing and
my skin. It just disappeared into me. As my body swallowed
the male liquid, I felt my suit charge up. I knew then that
I had some power that I did not possess before.

Mark quickly put his dick back in his pants, and ran out of
the apartment. I sat there watching the television, in fear
of what may happen to the girl in the building, and feeling
sick at what I had just done.

Soon after Mark left my apartment, he arrived at the scene
of the fire. I watched the television, as he ran past the
yelling firemen. They were attempting to stop this madman
from entering the building. But Mark was too fast for them.

After only a few seconds, Mark exited the building, holding
Susan in his arms. The crowd, including some of the
firemen, applauded and cheered. Mark handed Susan to some
paramedics, and ran away. The amazed news reporter
recounted over and over how this mysterious hero came from
nowhere.

In an interview, Susan revealed that she did not remember
what happened. One of the paramedics said that Susan was
going to be all right.

After hearing the good news, I started to remove the
humiliating suit. But I remembered the strange sensation
that I felt as my body took in Mark's sperm. I didn't feel
stronger, but at same time, I knew that I had some type of
power that I didn't have before. I became curious, and
decided to test my powers. When I attempted to lift the
sofa, I learned that super strength was not one of my
powers. I tried to fly, and fell on my plump ass. My
attempt to see through the walls also failed. While I was
continuing to test the suit, Mark returned to the
apartment.

He looked exhausted.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but that was a close one. Before I reached the
exit, I could feel my strength fading. There was a
possibility that I could have failed my first mission. The
suit would have prevented any injuries to me, but the girl
could have been killed if I had lost my strength sooner. My
theory is that different sexual contact charges up the suit
with different amounts of power. I wonder what oral and
vaginal sex will do? Next time we can't afford to risk a
premature loss of power," he said, while looking directly
at me.

"Look, buddy, there is no next time," I said. "I only did
it this time to save that girl. So if you want someone to
charge up your suit again, then you'd better find another
partner."

Mark smiled. "Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn't so bad, was
it? Besides, if you hate the suits so much, why are you
still wearing yours?" he asked.

"I was just curious about what powers this suit gave its
wearer, that's all," I declared.

"Your suit gives you the power of metamorphosis," he said.

"Meta-what?" I asked.

"The power to change shapes," he said.

I wanted to see if what Mark was saying was true. I quickly
walked into the restroom, and faced the mirror over the
sink. The image in the mirror portrayed a very beautiful
red head. Her tits were okay, but could have been bigger.
As I thought about bigger tits, my tits suddenly started to
grow. Amazingly, the clothing also expanded to watch the
growth on my tits. Once I stopped thinking about the tits,
my tits stopped growing. I thought that
this body would look nice with blonde hair, and then my
hair slowly changed colors.

Then I wondered if I could change anything other than my
body and hair. I wondered if I could actually change the
shape of my clothing. I thought about the suit's other
image. It was a suit a heroine would wear. As I thought
about it, my blouse, skirt, and sandals dropped into the
background, and a tight-fitting bodysuit, which left little
to the imagination, came to the fore. My sandals changed to
boots, and a mask and gloves appeared from thin air. In the
super suit, my huge tits and the lack of the bulge between
my legs clearly showed that I was now a female. Then I
wondered if I could change myself into a guy, and tried to
do it, but before anything could happen, my powers faded.

When I asked Mark whether I could change myself into a guy,
he volunteered to have sex with me so that I could get my
power back, and attempt the change.

I slapped his face and began to cry. "I am never doing
anything sexual with you or any other man again," I
declared, and started to remove my clothing.

Once the tight bodysuit, mask, gloves, and boots were off
my body, it turned back into the blouse, skirt, and
sandals, and I changed back into myself. After changing
back, I wondered why I cried. Sure, the events that had
occurred were traumatic, but I was a guy inside. And a guy
never cries. I feared that the suit changed more than the
wearer's body, and vowed to never again wear it, no matter
what.

 Episode 2 "The Trap"

Although it had been almost a week since I was temporarily
changed into a female by the super suit, I still couldn't
get the nightmare of being a woman out of my mind. I still
woke up in the middle of the night with flashbacks of me
giving my friend, Mark, a hand job. But what else was I to
do? I couldn't leave Susan to die. After the ordeal was
over, I swore to myself that I would never wear that suit
again. No matter what happened.

But here I was, looking at the damn suit and contemplating
wearing it again. The typed note was still in my hands. It
read:

 "I have captured your friend, and his super suit. If
you want to see him
 alive again, come to 3773 West Brook by seven
tonight. Make sure you bring
 the second suit. Don't tell anyone, and come alone."

What did Mark get himself into this time? Playing
superhero, no doubt, put him in serious danger. The person
that wrote the note sounded dangerous. And I was afraid
that, even if I handed him my suit, he would still harm
Mark and myself.

There was only one hope for Mark. I had to rescue him. The
best way to do that was to use my super suit. Even on
empty, the suit would provide me protection from harm. I
had to wear it again. With that realization, I put the
blouse on and then the skirt, and then the sandals. As soon
as my costume was on, my tits and butt grew while the rest
of my body became slender and smaller. I also knew that my
dick and balls were gone, and in their place was a pussy.

As soon as I put the suit on, I wanted to take it off and
never wear it again. But I had to sacrifice my feelings to
save a friend. Didn't I wear it to save a girl I barely
knew? How could I turn my back on my friend?

I knew that the suit was empty, and that I couldn't use it
to change my shape. I wondered if I was violating some type
of fashion taboo by wearing the same outfit twice in one
week. This was strange. I never really cared about fashion
before. And here I was thinking about my clothing when my
friend's life could be in danger. I thought I must be going
crazy.

By the time I put on the costume, it was 6:45 p.m. I had
waited 'til the last minute before wearing the suit. Now,
if I wanted to save Mark, I had to hurry to the designated
location.

For the first time in my life, I went outside of my
apartment as a female. It was strange, I felt very
vulnerable. Everything looked so big. When other guys
stared at me, I felt like running back home and locking my
doors so that no one could see me like this. But I had to
face this humiliation if I was to be successful in saving
my friend. So I swallowed my pride, and walked quickly
towards my destination.

3773 West Brook looked like an abandoned warehouse. Trash
and debris were all over the place. The building was
covered with graffiti. The doors were locked with heavy
chains and locks. "Closed" and "Do Not Trespass" signs were
everywhere.

As I slowly walked toward the building, I looked for a way
into it. All the doors, that were visible from where I was,
looked bolted shut. I walked around the building to look
for an entrance. All the other doors were also
impenetrable. I did not want to announce my arrival by
knocking on the door. Since I wasn't strong like Mark, I
had to use less obvious tactics. I would sneak in, and
hopefully free Mark before the bad guys noticed that I was
even there.

I saw a small opening in the rear of the building. It was a
small window. There was my chance. Although the window
would have been too small for my real body, this
transformed body might just fit.

I carefully walked toward the open window. As I approached
it, I looked inside. All I could I see was a small room
with office furniture. It had one desk and a chair and a
computer, all facing away from the window. Directly
opposite the window was a door. I crawled in through the
window opening. As soon as I was inside, my suit
automatically changed to the superhero mode. It seemed to
notice that I was no longer in the general public eye, and
that it was time for superhero activity.

All I had to do now was to open the door and find Mark.
Then a thought crossed my mind. Mark may not even be in
this building. If I were the bad guy, I would not bring him
here to be rescued. No, he was probably being held
somewhere else. For a moment, I thought about leaving this
warehouse and calling the police. But before I turned
around, I remembered the bad guy's threats. I could not
risk him hurting Mark.

I had to take my chances, and hope that Mark was being held
in this building. I slowly approached the door to the room.
I put my left ear to the door to listen for any sounds from
the other side of the door.

Not a peep.

As I carefully turned the knob to the door, the floor
opened up and I fell. At my feet was a trap door. This was
a trap, and I fell right into it like a fool.

I landed in a small empty cage. Approximately six feet
across from my cage, I saw Mark in a cage identical to
mine. He was wearing his super suit, and it, too, was in
the superhero mode.

"Toni!" Mark cried out, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I responded. "I'm okay, how about yourself?"

"How touching to see two lovers be so concerned for each
other!" stated a man. He looked like he was in his fifties
in his suit and tie. He was a tall skinny man with short
curly white hair and mustache. "I'm glad you could join us,
Ms. Toni, is it?"

"What do you want from us?" I asked.

"Simple, I want your super suits," he responded. "But first
things first. My name is Dr. Joseph Stein, I am a
scientist. A biochemist, to be exact. I find your super
suits intriguing."

"You will never get our suits," Mark said.

Dr. Stein laughed, and then faced me. "He is so brave." He
looked directly into my eyes. "Are you as brave, my dear
girl?"

I didn't like being called a girl. But I didn't want to
give him a clue as to my real identity. He was obviously a
dangerous man. It seemed that he already knew my address;
if he knew that I was a guy, it would be easy for him to
find out who I really was. If that happened, my family
could be in danger. In order to protect my identity, I kept
quiet.

"Toni, he can't hurt you while you're wearing the suit,"
Mark said to me.

"Yes, your boyfriend is quite right," said Dr. Stein. "I
can't even torture you. In fact, you don't have to eat,
drink or go to the little girl's room, either. You can
literally live forever in that little cage." The madman
laughed.

He knew about not being able to hurt me. I wondered what
else he knew about the suits.

"You seem to know a lot about the suits," I said.

"Your boyfriend isn't the only who knows about them," he
said. "In fact, I probably know a lot more than he does.
For instance, I know that you were once a male. I also know
that unless you take off that suit by tomorrow, you will be
a female for the rest of your life. So you see, I know that
you will take it off soon," he laughed.

"If I give you my suit..." I began to say.

"Noooo!" screamed Mark. "You can't give him your suit.
He'll use it for evil purposes. And he'll probably kill you
after he gets it."

"I'm not so cruel," stated the scientist. "If you and your
boyfriend take off the suits now, I'll let you both go
unharmed."

"Liar!" screamed Mark.

"What guarantees can you give us?" I asked.

"Just my word, little girl," he said.

"If you know that I am not a girl, why do you keep calling
me that?" I demanded.

"But you are a female," he said, "and I just love to rub it
in your face by calling you a girl. And if you don't take
your suit off soon, then you will be a female forever.
Don't worry, little girl, I am very patient. If I don't get
that suit soon, then I will wait and get that suit later. I
have a feeling that you will go insane in that little cage,
and will do anything to get free."

"Don't listen to him!" yelled Mark.

It was easy for him to say that. He wasn't facing being
permanently changed to a woman. I, on the other hand, had a
tough choice, the toughest choice of my life. If I didn't
take the suit off, then I would become a female
permanently. On the other hand, I could not trust this evil
man. His word was meaningless to me. And besides, even if
he was telling the truth, he said that both Mark and I had
to surrender our suits. There was no way that Mark would
surrender his suit, meaning that I could be subject to
torture in order to induce Mark to take off his super suit.
Mark, of course, would bravely refuse at the cost of my
suffering. I had no choice; I couldn't take off my suit,
unless Mark also agreed to take off his own. And I knew
that Mark would never agree.

I was going to be a woman for the rest of my life. At this
realization, I started to cry. But even as tears flowed
down my face, I bravely said, "I can't accept your offer."

"Good girl," said Mark. God, even he was referring to me as
a girl now.

The scientist laughed. "Then enjoy your permanent change
into a girl."

Just in case I changed my mind, the madman sat on a chair
near my cage and stared at me for the next twenty-four
hours. His eyes didn't even blink as he stood watch. During
that entire time, I cried my eyes out, but did not say
anything else. There was really nothing else to say. Mark,
once in a while, stated that it would all turn out all
right, and that being a girl was not that bad.

When I had been in that cage for twenty-four hours, the mad
man announced to me that I was now a permanent girl. "I bet
you have a sweet pussy," he said. "Maybe I'll let you out
of that cage after all, for some fucking sessions with me."
He started to approach the entrance of my cage.

"Get away from me!" I yelled in fear of being raped.

"Don't worry," Mark said, "he can't force your suit off, so
there is no way he can fuck you."

The mad scientist suddenly stopped. "Your boyfriend is
quite right. I can't get to your pussy or ass. But you do
have another hole. On second thought...no, not today, I
have plenty of time for that," he said. "Today you think
about me, and all the blow jobs you will be performing if
you don't surrender your suit."

"You monster!" I yelled.

"I will kill you for this!" Mark yelled.

"You two should catch some sleep," our captor said. "You
have been up more than twenty-four hours straight...but of
course, you're not tired. Your suits energize you. But I
need to rest. Oh, by the way, don't bother yelling for
help, these walls are soundproof, no sound leaves this
room. Be good, and have pleasant dreams. I will dream about
you and your blow jobs, little girl."

I thought I was all cried out, but his words caused me to
cry again. I was a woman now, and was being threatened with
rape. I could not surrender to the madman, but at the same
time, I feared his threats.

As soon as the madman was out of sight, Mark began to think
of ways to get out of this situation. "We need to charge up
the suits," he stated.

"We can't..." I responded.

"Perhaps we can hold hands while masturbating with our free
hands," Mark said. "It isn't going to give us a lot of
power, but it may be just enough for me to bend these bars
and get out of this cage. Once I am out, we can make love
and get fully charged up."

The thought of doing something sexual again with Mark
disgusted me. However, it seemed far better than dying, or
worse yet, being raped by that perverted scientist. So I
reached as much as I could with my left arm, and tried to
touch Mark's hand. But try as we did, we were not able to
touch each other. It seemed that the doctor put these cages
just far enough apart so that we could not touch each
other. When it was obvious that this plan would not work, I
stopped trying and sat down inside my cage.

"I've got another idea," stated Mark.

"What is it?" I asked, encouraged by his statement.

"My suit has made my dick and balls bigger, and I think
stronger," Mark said. "I think that if I concentrate, I can
ejaculate into your cage. You can catch my sperm with your
mouth. Since I am not touching you, I won't be charged. But
if we are successful, you will get some of your powers by
touching and drinking my sperm."

"What, drink your sperm?" I asked in shock upon hearing
what he was suggesting.

"Although touching it will charge up your suit somewhat, I
think you need to drink it to get enough power for us to
escape," Mark responded.

"I won't do it," I said. What he was asking me to do was
too much. Giving him a hand job was hard enough, there was
no way I could drink his sperm.

"That's your choice," Mark said. "But I don't have any
other ideas. Unless you have a better plan, you better do
it, or you may end up drinking a lot more of Doctor Stein's
sperm."

Unfortunately, I could not think of a better plan. And as
bad as Mark's suggestion sounded, I knew that being raped
by that mad scientist would be ten times worse. After
delaying for several minutes, I reluctantly agreed to try
Mark's idea.

As soon as I agreed to Mark's plan, he lowered his pants to
his knees, revealing his big dick. I could again see that
monstrous male organ facing me. As Mark stroked his own
dick, I could not help but think that I could do a far
better job of satisfying him. Thanks to my suit, I knew
exactly how to satisfy any man. I got on my knees in
anticipation of Mark's cumming. From the way he was
panting, I knew that it would not be long. All of a sudden,
I
saw Mark's dick shoot sperm towards me. Like a baseball
player attempting to catch a fly ball, I adjusted my
position to catch the sperm in my mouth. With my mouth open
wide, I caught the first ejaculation. Most of it landed in
my mouth, but some of it landed on my tongue.

As I swallowed my first load of sperm, a second load flew
my way. This time, I didn't have time to catch it in my
mouth, and the load fell on the floor of my cage. Even with
just one load of sperm in my body, I knew that I had some
powers that I didn't have moments before. But in order to
charge up my suit enough for the escape, I guessed that I
had to drink the second load. So with shame, I lowered my
head and licked the cum off the cage floor. The
salty taste on my tongue made it impossible for me to
pretend that it was something other than sperm. I swallowed
it.

"Good girl," said Mark, his dick still in his hand. "Now
shrink yourself so that you can get out of your cage."

"I can do that?" I asked.

I followed Mark's instruction, and began to imagine myself
becoming smaller. When I was finished shrinking, I could
have been no more than ten inches tall.

I easily stepped between two bars and out of my cage. Once
I'd exited my cage, I immediately attempted to return to
normal size. But it was no use. I had exhausted my powers
when I turned myself into this miniature version of my
female self.

"Come over here," ordered Mark.

In my small state, I wasn't up to challenging anyone's
authority. So I submissively obeyed Mark, and walked toward
his cage. As I entered Mark's cage, he gently sat down. I
could see that his dick, still in his right hand, was
getting hard again.

"You need to charge me up now," stated Mark, as he put his
left hand down so that I could step into it.

Even though I wanted to deny his commands, I knew that his
suggestion was the only way out of this situation. So I
reluctantly stepped into his hand. Once I'd walked into the
middle of his hand, Mark gently lifted his left hand
towards his crotch. My vision of the gigantic male tool
before me was frightening. My only protection was Mark's
right hand, which partially blocked my view of the gigantic
dick. But even that protection went away. When Mark's left
hand stopped, I was resting on his lap. Mark removed his
right hand from his dick.

"Get to work, Super Lover Girl," he said in a deep
masculine voice that made me tremble.

I slowly stepped forward in his hands to touch his dick.
Unfortunately, in my present state, I was actually shorter
than his dick. I knew that the most sensitive part of
Mark's dick was at the top, so that I needed to touch that
portion of his dick. I shamefully got on my tiptoes, and
reached for the top portion of Mark's dick. But even on my
tiptoes, I could not reach it. So I jumped up and grabbed
hold of his dick. Once there, I wrapped my arms and legs
around his dick and climbed up. When my face was near the
top, I could both smell and feel the wet cum that still
remained from the last explosion. Swallowing my pride once
more, I licked the cum from the tip of Mark's dick, and
rubbed my arms and legs on the length of his dick.

After a few minutes of working on Mark's dick, he began to
jerk around. I held on to his dick as tightly as possible.
Soon he exploded again. His sperm landed all over my body
and his lap. My entire body soaked in and swallowed his
juices. Once my body was finished absorbing Mark's sperm, I
went back to Mark's left hand and he lowered me to his lap.
Once there, I knelt down and licked his lap clean. In my
small state, it took me several minutes to lick it all up.
By the time I was finished, my stomach was full from his
masculine juice.

Once Mark was sexually satisfied, he gently put me down
next to him.

"I feel powerful," Mark said as he stood up and bent two
steel bars as if they were made of clay. He walked out of
his cell triumphantly.

I meekly followed him out of the cell, and transformed
myself back to normal size.

"Good job, Super Lover Girl," he said.

"Don't call me that," I pleaded, as I bowed my head in
shame.

"You stay here, while I go capture the doctor," Mark said
as he walked past
me and through a wall.

I watched him leave on his mission, and wished that I could
have been the strong masculine hero, instead of his
beautiful feminine sidekick.

But because I stayed in this horrible suit for more than
twenty-four hours straight, I was doomed to be a female
forever. 'Wait a second,' I thought, 'my powers allow me to
change shapes. Perhaps I could turn myself into a guy.'

I concentrated, and attempted to change myself into a man.
But as hard as I tried, I did not change. I started to get
frustrated by my situation. It was strange, but I felt that
I had enough power to accomplish the change. There was
something other than lack of power that was preventing it.

To test my feelings, I attempted to change myself into
another woman. This time, I was successful, and became a
tall, slender woman with fewer curves and African features.
Sure enough, I became a tall black woman. But when I tried
once again to transform myself into a black guy, I failed.

"Is that you, Super Lover Girl?" asked Mark, as he returned
to where I was standing.

"Yeah, it's me," I said.

"We no longer have to worry about the scientist," he said,
"I took care of him."

Mark's words reminded me of his earlier threat. I was
afraid that Mark had gone too far in exacting revenge. "You
killed him?" I asked.

"No, of course not," he said, "I used my mental powers to
persuade him to live a good, productive life instead of a
life of crime."

"You can do that?" I asked.

"Yes, as I told you, my suit allows me to become stronger
in body and mind," he said. "If I am charged up enough, I
can convince someone to do anything."

"Wow," I said, thinking that his powers were far greater
than mine. "That reminds me, it seems that I can't change
myself into a guy. Do you know why?"

"Sure, your suit was designed to be worn by a woman," he
said. "It was designed to be worn by the lover of the
person wearing my suit. We can't have a guy loving another
guy can we? Besides, the feminine sphere powers the girl's
suit, therefore it can only give powers that are feminine."

"You mean, I really am stuck as a woman forever?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so," he responded.

I began to cry again. Now that the danger was gone, I let
my emotions run free. I felt angry, frustrated, sad,
ashamed and embarrassed at the same time. I couldn't think
straight; all I thought about was getting the hell out of
that building where I had been doomed to be a female
permanently.

I ran out of the building through the hole in the wall made
by Mark. Just before I was in public again, my suit
automatically went into the civilian mode. I continued
running until I reached home. Once there, I took off the
awful clothing. When I took off my blouse, my smallish
black tits became visible. When I took off my skirt, my
pussy was visible. When I finally removed my sandals, my
tits and the rest of my body transformed back into the
default white girl's body. Even without the suit, I now had
a pair of tits and a pussy between my legs.

In mourning for my lost manhood, I sank onto my bed and got
under the covers. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible,
attempting to block out the reality that I was facing. I'm
not sure how long I stayed in my bed. All I know was that
Mark's voice woke me up.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"No!" I yelled back at him.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"Just leave me alone," I said, "you've done enough."

"We make a good team, you and I," he said. "Since there is
nothing that could change you back into a guy, we might as
well continue as a team."

I sat up in my bed, being careful not to expose my tits to
Mark. "Look, get this straight, I am never wearing that
suit again," I said, "and there is nothing in the world
that could make me do anything sexual with you or any other
man ever again. Do you understand?"

"Being a girl is not so bad," he said.

"How would you know, you bastard?" I said, taking my
frustrations out on Mark. "I have lost everything that I
was."

"No you haven't," Mark said. "If I know you as well as I
think I do, you are still a good, descent person. But if
that's the way you want it, I guess our superhero days are
over."

With that, he left my room and closed the door behind him.

Alone again, I began to contemplate an existence as a
female. My life was never going to be the same again. I
wasn't sure what my future had in store for me. But I was
certain of one thing; I would never wear that suit again.

 Episode 3 "Friends or Enemies"

It was bad enough when I was temporarily turned into a
female and had to jack off Mark, but permanently becoming a
woman and having to drink Mark's sperm was too much. I was
completely depressed over the events that occurred since
Mark's discovery of the two super suits. I wanted things to
return to normal. But how could they? I would never again
be a man.

I rarely went outside of our apartment. Instead, I just
moped around like a zombie. In a way, I was a zombie, for I
had lost my life, my life as a man. This condition made me
lose my job as a waiter at a local restaurant. I couldn't
just show up as a woman and work my shift. Luckily, I had
some savings, but that was quickly running out. If I didn't
change back by the next week, I would have to get a job as
a woman. Due to the fact that the
gender change occurred during the summer, at least my
school grades were intact. I could only guess what becoming
a female could have done to my grades.

Mark was rarely at the apartment. I guess my presence made
him feel both depressed and guilty. Further, according to
him, his social life improved tremendously due to the extra
muscles and strength that his suit accorded him. At first,
he encouraged me to join him in his social events. He
talked about all the great guys that I could meet, and how
popular I would be with them. He would say things like,
"You could find a boyfriend in no time. You
may as well accept your fate as a female, and make the best
of it."

I always turned him down, because I had no desire of
becoming popular with the guys in that way. As far as I was
concerned, I was still a heterosexual male inside. The idea
of guys looking at me as a potential sexual partner scared
and disgusted me.

Mark also attempted to get me to join him in what he called
'superhero missions'. Again, I denied his requests. The
ideals of becoming a character in a comic book were his
dreams, and not mine. Besides, I derived no pleasure in
becoming his feminine sidekick. And the necessity of having
to engage in sexual acts with him to power up his suit was
definitely something I wanted to avoid. After a while, he
grew tired of asking me to continue being his heroic
partner.

One day, he just gave up. "We were not destined to be
superheroes after all," he said with a sigh.

That was the last time we ever discussed the super lover
suits, until that fateful day.

***

Mark came into my room without knocking. This was unusual
for him. But that day, that wasn't the only thing different
about him. In fact, he looked different. He had a look of
determination on his face that I'd never seen before. He
smiled at me. His smiles were usually warm, but that smile,
that day, was everything but warm. It sent chills down my
spine. "You have denied me long enough," he said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Silence," he said.

By uttering that simple word, somehow, he made it
impossible for me to speak. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to
speak. I wanted to demand that he stop this strange and
unfriendly treatment toward me. But I couldn't.

"You will stay silent, until I tell you to speak again," he
said.

I couldn't even respond to his command. I just sat there,
staring at him and wondering how he was able to silence me
with a simple command. I knew that he derived certain
powers from the suit. I also knew that some of the powers
afforded by his suit were mental powers, powers of
persuasion. But the power that he was using over my mind
was very strong. Therefore, I guessed that it needed a
tremendous source of power. The only way that he could be
doing this was if he'd been able to charge up his suit
again. But I hadn't worn my
suit since the time we were trapped in the cages. Not only
that, I didn't perform any sexual acts with him since that
time, either.

But somehow he was controlling my mind. Did he find someone
else who was willing to wear the feminine garment, and
engage in sexual contact with him? Yes, he must have, that
would be the only explanation for the power he was wielding
over me.

"Get off your chair and get on your knees," he ordered.

Despite my attempts to disobey him, I got on my knees.

"Crawl to me," he ordered next.

Again I followed his instructions, like I was a slave girl.

"Unzip my pants," he stated.

I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. I thought
he was my friend, and now he was apparently forcing me to
engage in sexual contact with him. To add to my
humiliation, he even removed my ability to protest against
his unwanted advances.

I didn't want to follow his instructions, but I did. After
I unzipped his pants, I obeyed his next command and took
his hardening dick out. I had seen it before, but this time
I had no say in what I was doing.

"Suck my dick," he said.

I obeyed his wishes once again. I lowered my head and took
his dick into my mouth. Once it was wrapped in my lips, I
sucked it like a cheap whore.

"Give me the best blow job possible," he ordered.

Although I didn't have my suit on, and therefore didn't
have instant knowledge of the best way to give Mark a blow
job, my memory was pretty good. Just by memory, I was able
to give Mark a first rate blowjob. I kissed and licked
every part of his dick. I even deep-throated it. When he
came, I swallowed every last drop. And before putting his
dick back into his pants, I licked it clean with my tongue.

Once I was finished, Mark allowed me to speak. But before
he did so, he cleverly removed my ability to feel any
negative emotions toward him. Due to his command, the worst
I could feel toward Mark was a neutral feeling.

With any negative feelings toward Mark gone, all I had left
was humiliation and pity toward myself.

When it was time for me to speak, all I could do was ask
questions to satisfy my curiosity.

"Did you have sex with someone else to charge up your
suit?" I asked.

"Yes, I fucked several girls," he answered, "and I am more
powerful now than ever before."

"I thought you said that you couldn't trust anyone with the
secret other than me?" I asked.

"I can't," he answered, "but now I don't need anyone else.
You see, I'm independent from the second suit."

"What?" I asked. "How?"

"After we escaped from our cages, I caught the scientist,"
Mark answered. "He assumed that I was going to hurt him,
and begged for his life. He offered his findings on the
super suits. I was, of course, interested, so I listened.
The scientist told me that he'd discovered a way to make
the super suits independent of each other. The wearer could
charge up by engaging in sexual activities with anyone of
the opposite gender of the suit. I knew
that you were a reluctant hero, and that you may never
agree to cooperate again. Looking for a new partner could
be dangerous. Therefore, the scientist's findings greatly
interested me. Unfortunately, the process of making the
suits independent was very costly. I am talking about
millions of dollars. So I gave up on it. But I wanted to
know more about the suits. In order to learn more about the
suits, I used my mental powers to make the
scientist loyal to me."

"But if you gave up on making the suits independent,
how...?" I asked.

"I didn't finish," he answered. "I repeatedly tried to
convince you to be my partner against crime. But you
refused. I wanted to be a superhero, but you made that
impossible. If I could not be a superhero, I at least
wanted to be powerful again. In order to get that power, I
needed your help, or money. Since you denied me, I decided
to get the money. The scientist had some underground
connections, and used them to help me get a gang. The gang
and I successfully robbed several banks. With my portion of
the money, I was able to make the suits independent from
each other. Now I can fuck any girl in the world to charge
up my suit. I guess that makes me a supervillain. I was
reluctant at first, because supervillains always lose in
the in the comic books. But this isn't a comic book.
Besides, who's going to stop me?"

I was astonished by what Mark was saying. I always thought
of him as a nice guy. But now it was obvious that he was
evil. Despite this knowledge, however, I couldn't feel any
bad feelings toward Mark.

"Since you made me a villain by refusing me, I decided to
say good-bye by not allowing you to refuse me," he said.
"That blowjob was justice. Don't worry, I'm not a bum. I
intend to pay for your lip service," he stated as he threw
in my direction a wad of cash. "I want you to use the money
to make yourself pretty. After all, you are a female now,
and you should be as pretty as possible. In fact, you will
want to be as pretty as possible all the time. That means
that you will not only dress in the most feminine clothing,
but that you will also act only in a feminine way. From now
on, you will only be able to move and gesture in the most
feminine manner."

As Mark gave me instructions, my mind began to wish that I
was dressed in something more beautiful. I actually wanted
to look and act more feminine.

"Now, one more instruction before I leave," Mark said. "You
will not be able to communicate to anyone about what
happened today. You will not able to repeat anything that I
told you today."

Having given his last command, Mark leaned down and gave me
a kiss on the lips. Although I was not ordered to return
his kiss, I knew that not doing so could be dangerous. So I
let his tongue penetrate my mouth without any protests.
After the kiss, Mark left our apartment.

Once alone and left with just my thoughts, I got an
irresistible urge to look pretty. I found that it took
great effort to resist that temptation. On several
occasions, I caught myself looking in the mirror absent-
mindedly thinking of ways to make myself more beautiful.
Once in a while, I was able to control my urge long enough
to be alarmed at my behavior and desires. Despite myself, I
was acting like a sexy female. When I walked, my butt
gyrated seductively. When I sat, I crossed my legs
automatically. With concentration, I could stop gyrating my
butt and crossing my legs, but as soon as I stopped
concentrating, my actions became feminine again. This was
bad enough, but even my feelings were betraying me. A
dominant part of me actually wanted to look and act in a
feminine manner.

Back to that first fateful day after being turned into a
wanton woman...

After fighting against my own thoughts and actions for
several minutes, I decided to take a cold shower to help
assert more control over my mind. As I removed my clothing,
I couldn't help but admire my feminine body. I ran my hands
along my curves and moaned as my hands came in contact with
my sensitive skin. I walked over to the mirror, and saw
myself as I made one feminine pose after another. The fact
that I was still a male inside only showed in the effect
the sight of the beautiful woman in the mirror had on me.
Despite the fact that I was looking at myself, the sight
was turning me on. But instead of getting a hard-on, my
pussy became wet with desire.

It took all my self-control to pull myself away from the
mirror and walk into the bathroom. The cold shower woke up
my senses. Once the cold water hit my body, I was able to
assert more self-control over my desires. I was ashamed of
what I had become, an ultra-feminine woman. This shame led
me to cry like a girl.

After crying for a few minutes, I looked for something to
wear. A small part of me still wanted to wear masculine
clothing, but the part of me in control wanted to look as
pretty as possible, which meant wearing the most feminine
apparel. I looked in my closet for an appropriate outfit.
There was only male clothing. That's when my mind started
obsessing over the female super suit. It was the only
feminine outfit in my home. Despite the promise to myself
never to wear the feminine garment ever again, I walked to
the hiding place where the super suit was located. As soon
as my hands touched the garment, I knew I had to wear it.
Putting on the blouse, skirt, and sandals satisfied the
craving for feminine clothing, but at the same time drove
in the fact that I was defeated.

After I donned the suit, I immediately wanted to change my
clothing and myself so that I could be even more beautiful.
Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to change because
my suit was empty. I remembered the cash that Mark threw at
me. Perhaps I could use it to buy some feminine items. I
went back to my bedroom and gathered up the now scattered
money. They were all one-dollar bills. It added up to fifty
dollars. I felt deep shame. Mark got
a first-rate blowjob from me, and all that was worth to him
was fifty dollars. I was indeed a cheap whore.

Adding the amount Mark gave me to the little money that I
had, left me with a bit over one hundred dollars. Although
I didn't know that much about women's clothing, I knew that
I couldn't buy much with just one hundred dollars.

I guessed that I could perhaps use it to buy some makeup
and lingerie, but that was about it. But I wanted a lot
more. I wanted, no, I needed to be prettier, and I had
little money with which to accomplish it. The only way I
was going to accomplish what I needed was to charge up my
suit. But how could I? Mark and his suit were gone. Then I
wondered whether my suit was also now independent from the
male suit. If so, I could charge it up by having sex with
any man. I had to try. I didn't need nor want a man, but I
needed a man to charge my suit so that I could fill my need
for femininity.

The need to be feminine was so overpowering that having sex
with a man didn't seem that bad. After all, I had already
sucked off a cock, one more would make little difference.
So I gathered up my courage and walked out of my apartment,
determined to find a man to charge my suit.

I found myself sitting at the same bar where I met Susan.
But this time, instead of checking out the girls, I was
checking out the guys. Fortunately, picking up guys was a
lot easier than picking up girls. In fact, I didn't have to
do anything but look available and smile. Soon after I
arrived at the bar, a man came up to my table and asked if
he could join me.

After only few minutes, I was able to tell that my male
companion was boring. His boasting of his accomplishments
and his stupid jokes made me want to leave him. But I
wasn't there to find a soul mate; all I needed was a quick
lay to charge my suit. So without any further delay, I
invited him to my place. Since I'd walked to the bar, I was
able to drive back with him. Inside the man's car, I
started to have second thoughts. I didn't want to have sex
with a man. Being forced to suck off a guy was one thing,
doing it voluntarily would be a lot more degrading.
Besides, this guy may have wanted more than just a blow
job; he might have wanted to fuck me. I wanted to tell him
that I'd changed my mind, that I wanted him to let me out
of his car. But my desire for feminine things would not
allow me to say those things. I merely provided directions
to my apartment, while thinking that I would stop this
craziness before we got there. But we did arrive at my
apartment and I didn't stop him. In fact I knew that I
would go through with it in order to become pretty. I was
sacrificing my male pride in order to become more pretty.

Once we were inside my apartment, I quickly went to work by
taking out his dick and sucking on it. Despite being the
second time, the cock sucking was difficult for me. Don't
get me wrong, the technique of cock sucking was easy.
Thanks to my super suit, I knew how to please the dick. The
difficulty was the emotional aspect of the ordeal. I was
still a guy inside and no matter what, sucking another
guy's cock wasn't easy on my thoughts. In a way, I had to
distance myself from the process. Instead of dwelling on
what I was doing, I concentrated on the technique of cock
sucking. During the entire degrading ordeal, all I thought
about was how I could bring him off quickly so that I could
charge my suit. Once his cum filled my mouth, I swallowed
it, and continued sucking. I wanted a second load so that I
could change myself into a stunning beauty. He obliged by
becoming hard again. Once again, I brought him to ecstasy
by sucking on his manhood. After swallowing his cum, I even
thanked him.

However, once the deed was completed, I felt ashamed of
what I had become. I just sucked off a guy twice, and now I
didn't know what to do. It was difficult to even look at
him again. Therefore, I thought of ways to get rid of him.
I had to think of something that would make him leave
without hurting his feelings.

"My husband will be back soon, so you'd better leave," I
said.

Fortunately, he believed my lie, and quickly zipped up and
was about to leave.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

I wanted to say no, but knew that I may need him again to
recharge my super suit.

"Give me your number, and I'll call you," I said.

He obliged my request, and then stated, "I don't even know
your name."

"Tanya," I answered.

"My name is Joe, call me soon, Tanya," he said, and left my
apartment.

After I made sure that he was gone, I began to think of
what I wanted to look like. Unfortunately, I had no idea.
Sure, I knew that I wanted more tits and ass, but what
else? I decided that I needed to learn more about women's
fashion. So I walked to the nearest bookstore.

After looking through several women's magazines, I decided
to buy the latest issues of Cosmopolitan and Vogue. Both of
those magazines had articles dealing with women's fashion.

While waiting in line at the check out counter, I glanced
over at the local newspaper and was immediately interested
in one of the headlines.

The headline read, "Super Villain Robs Bank Again! Police
Can't Stop Him!" The picture that was next to the headline
showed a figure wearing the male super lover suit in the
super hero mode. It was Mark! He was robbing the banks, and
no one could stop him. Interested in the story, I bought
the newspaper and the women's magazines, then hurried home.

Once I got home, I quickly closed the door and made sure
that the blinds were shut tight. I looked at the pictures
in the magazines and decided to make myself in the form of
several of the models. I copied the tits from a girl on the
cover of the Cosmopolitan. Her tits looked like they were
about to pop out of her dress. I copied a petite nose from
another model, while copying the mouth from another. In the
end, I had the most beautiful parts of all the models in
both the Cosmopolitan and Vogue. For my dress, I copied a
red dress from Vogue. It was sleeveless and very short,
designed to show off skin. To complete the outfit, I got
myself a pair of high heel shoes.

After I satisfied my urge for femininity by changing myself
into a vision of beauty, I started thinking about what Mark
was doing. Interested again in the newspaper article, I
read it. According to the article, a supervillain that
seemed invincible robbed another bank and injured several
bystanders and policemen. Bullets had no effect on this
villain, and any attempt at stopping him met with
disastrous ends. The police spokesman was quoted as saying
that unless they were able to get military-type weapons, it
seemed hopeless against this villain. The spokesman then
answered concerns that such weapons could hurt innocent
bystanders by saying that there may be no other
alternative.

Mark was not only stealing, but was hurting others. While I
had no negative feelings toward Mark, I did feel sad for
the injured people, and somewhat responsible for what was
going on. After all, Mark wanted to become a superhero, and
not a villain. But due to my unwillingness to play the part
of the heroine, Mark had no choice but to become the
supervillain. It was, in a way, my fault that these people
were getting hurt. I had to do
something about it.

I knew that Mark's strength was great, and that face to
face, I had no chance against his powers. But perhaps I
could use my powers to sneak up on him and, in the moment
of surprise, defeat him. Although I had little chance to
succeed, I had to try. I thought about seeking help, but
knew that the police couldn't provide much assistance, and
that I didn't have any contacts with anyone else with
superpowers. In fact, I didn't know if any other super
beings even existed. Anyway, it was my responsibility. So
ignoring my fears, I bravely ventured out of my apartment
again as a superheroine.

***

The first thing I needed to do was find Mark. My only hope
was that he remained in this town and parked his car in
front of his new residence. The bank in the newspaper was
in our town, so I knew that there was a good chance that he
remained in this location. I knew what his car looked like,
and the license plate number, so all I had to do was look
around our town. Luckily, our college town was relatively
small. I walked around for several hours, and finally saw
Mark's car parked at a curb. It was parked in a nice
neighborhood. All the houses were big, made out of brick,
and looked fairly new.

Finding the car helped me to narrow down the search for
Mark. But I still didn't know which house he'd be in.
Although it was likely that he was in the house immediately
by the car, there were no guarantees. Besides, even if Mark
was in that house, I couldn't just barge in. I knew that I
couldn't do anything against Mark face to face. No, I had
to attack him in a more subversive manner.

I had to somehow sneak into the house and get Mark when he
least expected it. I, however, could not just wait there by
Mark's car, until someone opened the front door. It would
look too suspicious for someone to just stand around the
car. Besides, my beautiful body and face attracted too much
attention. I had to figure out a solution to this problem.
Then I wondered if I could make myself invisible. I knew
that there were some limitations to what I could change
into. For instance, I knew that I could never be a male
again, but I wondered if I could change myself beyond
making myself more and more feminine. I had to try.

I concentrated on making myself invisible, and succeeded!

Unfortunately, the transformation took all my powers. I
could sense that my suit was empty. Why had I wasted the
power making myself more beautiful? It seemed so frivolous.
It was difficult to forgive myself for such action. But in
the end, I had to tell myself that it wasn't my fault.
Mark's instructions left me no choice.

Besides, there was no sense in dwelling in guilt. It was
time for me to try to make things better. I knew that I had
to power up if I was going to have any chance against Mark.
Although the idea of sucking some guy off again disgusted
me, I knew that it was the only way I could have a chance
to stop Mark. So I reluctantly decided to find a source for
my power.

I walked to my university, knowing that, even during summer
time, men would be most likely be there. Once I reached the
campus, I looked around for suitable candidates for
recharging my suit. Although I found several men who would
have been glad to allow me to suck their cocks, I couldn't
approach them because I was invisible. Since I was out of
power, the only way I could make myself visible again was
to take off my suit or get more power. Taking my suit off
was out of the question, since I didn't want the guys to
see a naked girl suddenly appear before their eyes. Getting
more power was why I needed to become visible in the first
place. It was a no win situation. I needed to become
visible to get more power, but I needed more power to
become visible.

I had to find another way. I had to get more power without
becoming visible. I walked around the university without
any ideas, until I came across a men's dorm. I could follow
a guy into the dorm and find a guy who was taking a nap,
and suck his cock. The guy, hopefully, would think that he
having a wet dream.

I followed a man into the dorm and looked around for some
unsuspecting cock. Unfortunately, I found only locked
doors. When I was about to give up and leave the dorm, I
noticed a man go into his room and quickly followed him in.
Once inside the room, I noticed another man in his bed
sleeping. The man that I followed, put down the books he
was carrying on a desk and picked up another book. After
that he left, leaving me with the sleeping man. This was
perfect.

I quietly walked up to the man and felt shame at what I was
about to do. I was going to suck cock again, this time
without the consent or knowledge of the man. In fact, I
didn't even know the guy's name. Despite this shame, I knew
that I had to do it. I had to suck cock, for the sake of
innocent people who may get hurt if Mark was not stopped.

Trying not to think about what I was doing, I reached and
lowered the covers, then took his cock out of his
underwear. I wished with all my heart that I could just
walk out of that room without doing what I knew I had to
do. I even quietly cursed my sense of responsibility. But
in the end, I lowered my head and kissed his dick.

Once my lips came in contact with his dick, the man moaned.
Frightened that the man may wake up, I stopped what I was
doing and stood still. After a few seconds of silence, I
decided that he was still sleeping and moaned in his sleep.
So I put my lips back on the cock. As soon as my lips
touched the cock again, I knew how to please it. While
being careful not to wake the man up, I diligently sucked
the cock. After a while, I heard him moan again, but this
time, I didn't stop the sucking and the licking. I had to
make sure
that he reached climax soon, and stopping the sucking and
licking would delay the cum. I continued to suck even when
my heart skipped a beat, as his hand gently touched and
pushed my head to his cock. Although I was frightened that
he was awake, I continued sucking and hoped that he would
not wake up. After several frightened minutes of sucking
his cock, the man finally came in my mouth. I eagerly drank
every last drop and licked his cock clean.

In order to make sure that the young man didn't wake up, I
carefully put his dick back into his underwear and pulled
the covers over his body. Knowing that the act charged up
my suit, I quickly walked out of that room and out of that
dorm. During my walk from the university to Mark's car, I
kept thinking about what I had done. I had sucked off an
unsuspecting guy while he was sleeping. Some may say that I
raped the guy because he was in no position to stop me. I
felt disgusted with myself.

My self-loathing continued even when I reached the car, but
fear was added to my emotions. There was no turning back
now; I'd sacrificed way too much to turn back now. So I
quietly waited by Mark's car for him to show up.

I didn't have to wait long. After only ten minutes, I saw a
car park right behind Mark's car. The man in that car, a
big burly guy, got out of his car and walked toward the
house next to Mark's car. I quietly followed the guy. He
knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" said a familiar voice.

It was Doctor Stein's voice, the same mad scientist that
doomed me into becoming a female permanently. According to
Mark, the scientist was helping him. So I knew that I'd
come to the right house.

"It's me, Doc, Jack," answered the man at the door.

The door opened, and Jack walked in. Before the door was
shut, I quickly followed inside. The scientist and Jack
walked back to the living room area of the house. There, I
saw Mark and another man sitting on a sofa, watching the
news. My hope of catching him off guard was diminished a
little by the fact that Mark was still wearing his super
suit. It would be a miraculous if I took out all four men,
even if they had no super powers. But with Mark's
suit on, I had no hope. I had to wait until Mark took off
his super suit before making my move.

After standing quietly in the living room for several
hours, I finally got a little break. Mark got up from his
seat and announced that he was going to sleep. I quietly
followed him into his room and then into an adjacent
restroom. Once he locked the restroom door, Mark took off
his pants, shirt, and shoes to reveal very a big dick and
muscular legs. He then removed his soxs and suddenly he
turned into a skinny guy. Even his huge dick shrank in
size. Although his dick was not that big, I was jealous of
the fact that he had one at all. I, unlike Mark, no longer
had a dick. Once he was naked, he carefully folded his
clothing neatly and placed them by the bathroom sink. This
was my opportunity. I could steal the male super suit while
Mark was taking a shower.

As soon as he went into the shower I made my move and
grabbed the male super suit.

"You!" he screamed, as he quickly jumped out of the shower.

Although my super suit and I were invisible, Mark's super
suit, in my hands, was not. The fact that it was moving in
the air alerted Mark. He guessed at the identity of the
person attempting to steal his super suit.

"Toni, you bitch, give it back!" Mark yelled, as he grabbed
the suit.

He tugged on the super suit, while I attempted to hold onto
it. I saw in his eyes great determination. Despite the fact
that Mark was no longer wearing a super suit, his body was
much stronger then my feminine body. He was able to pull
the super suit out of my hands. At that instant, I wished
that he could be as weak as me. Out of sheer panic, I did
something that I didn't know I could do. I didn't know that
I had the power to change others. But not even attempting
to do so, I changed Mark into a female.

"Noooooo!" Mark screamed in a feminine voice. Confronted
with breasts and a pussy, Mark suddenly lost control of
herself and fell to the floor. She let go of her hold on
the super suit, and started to cry hysterically. The male
super suit fell to the bathroom floor.

My attention was taken away from the crying girl by the
sudden knock on the restroom's door. The three men outside
must have heard Mark's screams, and were banging on the
door. I had to think quickly. The male suit could give me
the strength that I needed to stop the men. I picked up the
suit from the floor. Then hope came to my mind. If the
female suit turned me into a girl, maybe the male suit
could change me back into a man. I quickly put on the male
suit over the female one.

When I put the male suit on, I suddenly became visible
again. Although I felt stronger and looked bigger, I was
still a very feminine woman. In fact, I couldn't even see
the male super suit. It was as if the female super lover
suit was camouflaging the male suit. My last hope of ever
being a male again was crushed.

The door being broken down interrupted my self-pity. Dr.
Stein and his cronies were shocked to see me. Not knowing
who I was, they immediately lunged for me and started
hitting me. Luckily, the super lover suits protected me and
I felt no pain. But I had to take control of the situation,
so I attempted to hit them back. To my surprise, my punches
were awkward and missed them entirely. I used to fight a
lot when I was a guy, and never punched the way I did at
that time. Instead of an effective punch, my arm just
floundered. I was punching like a girl. Despite my best
efforts to concentrate and hit properly, my punches were
ineffective.

When I discovered that I couldn't properly hit them, I
attempted to use my mind powers to change them or subdue
them with my mind powers. But they were moving too fast.
Out of desperation, I started to fight like a vixen; I
slapped and scratched them. Fortunately, this worked. With
my super strength, only a few slaps were enough for the men
to surrender.

The surrender was just in time, because I felt my powers
begin to fade. My suits were close to empty, and needed to
be recharged if I was going to do much more. In order to
ensure that these men didn't get away, I tied them down
with rope.

Mark, throughout the whole process, remained in the
restroom crying her eyes out. I began to fear that she was
losing her mind. Despite the fact that she was one of the
main causes for my girlhood, I wanted to help her.
Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to change her
back.

I was about to call the police, when I noticed the bag of
money in the corner of the restroom. Due to the fact that I
had not worked in a while, I was almost out of funds. The
money could help me tremendously. Besides, I could use it
to help others. It's true, I considered myself one of the
good guys, or at least one of the good girls, and did not
want to steal from anyone. But, I knew that the Federal
Government guaranteed banks, so the only thing that would
lose out was some big corporation. I could find better use
for the money than the bank.

If I was going to keep the money, I had to think of
something to do with Mark and his friends. I decided not to
turn them in to the police. It was up to me to take care of
them.

After careful consideration, I decided to change them. In
order to make sure that I got to keep the money and none of
these villains ever hurt anyone again, I had to change
their minds and bodies. With the same bodies, they ran the
risk of getting caught, and therefore being traced to me.
Without changing their minds, they could go back to their
life of crime and therefore end up hurting others. It was
my intent to make both situations impossible.

In order to accomplish what I wanted to do, I had to obtain
more power. There was only one way I could think of that
would give me more power. So reluctantly I lowered Jack's
zipper and took out his cock. He seemed surprised by my
actions, but smiled encouragingly. The mad scientist, on
the other hand, knew that I was attempting to charge my
suit, and started to get frightened.

"You fool, don't get hard, no matter what..." I used the
last bit of the power left in the suits to silence him. I
merely looked into the madman's eyes and mentally told him
to shut up.

He obeyed.

With that done, I again put my attention back on Jack's
cock. It was one more cock that I had to suck. Cocks were
getting too familiar to my lips and tongue. I hesitated,
but in the end I lowered both my head and my disgust, and
sucked his cock. My head bobbed up and down the engorged
male instrument. Allowing the cock to fuck my face, I tried
my best to give
pleasure to the cock. After several minutes of sucking, the
cock exploded and filled my mouth with cum. I drank it down
like it was the tastiest thing in the world.

With the power I received from the sexual performance, I
changed Jack into a beautiful woman. Since I had to endure
femininity, it seemed appropriate to change my enemies into
females. Jack, seeing the change, passed out.

After witnessing the change in his partner, the two
remaining men looked at me with fear. The second man
started to plead for mercy, but to avail. The man cried as
I sucked his cock. He knew what awaited him after
ejaculation, and tried to resist. But my sucking technique
was too good to resist. Soon the man came in my mouth, and
was then changed into another female.

Thanks to my order, the Doc remained silent throughout the
ordeal. I descended on the madman's dick. Even after
sucking it for a couple of minutes, however, he remained
soft. The scientist was trying his best not to get excited.
He had great control over his body. It was a challenge for
me to get him hard. But in the end, the Doc couldn't resist
my talents as a cocksucker. But his resistance made the
ordeal last a long time. By the time
he came, my jaws ached from all the sucking. I was glad to
see that the sucking ordeal was over, and promptly
swallowed his juices. I used the power to transform the
older guy into a beautiful young lady.

It seemed ironic to me that the most male part of their
bodies gave me the power to turn them into women.

The new women looked rather silly in big men's clothing. I
wanted to remedy the problem, so I changed their clothing
to fit their new gender. In order to complete my task, I
woke up Jack. With the last remaining power that I had, I
gave the Doc and her cronies some instructions.

"Jack, your name is now Jennifer," I stated, then turned,
"and you are Michelle. Doctor Stein will use the name
Sarah. Jennifer, Michelle, Sarah, I'm going to leave you a
substantial amount of money. I want you to buy the most
feminine clothing and accessories with the money."

Now with that problem solved, I gave instructions on a more
serious note. "You will never be able to talk about what
happened today or the days before today. You will start a
new life in another state." So far so good! Thanks to their
new bodies and their command to start new lives, the police
would never be able to catch them.

Now I had to think of a way to ensure that they led normal
lives, and not a lives of crime. "You desperately want to
be housewives. Other than being a good wife and mother,
none of you have any aspirations. When you arrive in your
new state, you will do your best to find a nice husband.
After your marriages, you will get pregnant and give birth
to the first of many children. You will be happy in your
role as mother and wife. Now, smile girls, as you think
about your new lives." Their smiles looked genuine. Perhaps
they will find happiness in their future lives.

"You will wait for ten minutes after I leave this house,
then you will go shopping. After buying a new wardrobe, you
will catch a flight to your new state." With that command,
I untied the new women. I couldn't help but admire their
beautiful smiles.

I almost forgot about my order silencing the Doctor. I
didn't want her to be a mute for the rest of her life.
"After I leave this house, you may speak again."

With that order most of the power of my suits was gone. I
had enough maybe for one more suggestion. In order to guard
against any surprises I decided to save the last remaining
power. I moved quickly so that I wouldn't be in a sticky
situation, almost powerless.

After taking care of Sarah, Michelle, and Jennifer, I
checked up on Mark. She sat on the restroom floor, still
crying. I felt sorry for her. Because of Mark's orders, I
didn't have any negative feelings for her. I got down on my
knees and gave her a hug.

"Let's go home," I said, and grabbed her hand.

As I got up from the floor, I gently pulled Mark's hand,
and she meekly got up.

After taking most of the money from the bag, I led Mark out
of that house and into her car. During our drive back to
our house, Mark continued to cry. I had defeated my foe,
but felt sorry for her. Looking at Mark, I began to
contemplate charging the suit up just to change her back.
Would my days as a cocksucker never end?

 Episode 4 "Girl Fight"

"Apart and alone, they would fail..." the piece of paper
describing the super suits said. I was beginning to think
that it was correct. I never felt so lonely in my life.
When I was permanently turned into a female, I lost all
contact with my family and friends, except Mark. I didn't
know of any way to tell any of them about my sudden
transformation. I missed all of them, but I especially
missed my brother, Jason. My life was a lonely existence.
Only Mark knew who I really was. I could have at least
confided in him. But now, my fate was even worse, because
I'd lost Mark as well.

Mark betrayed me, controlled my mind and even forced me to
suck his cock. Afterwards, he became a supervillain and
robbed several banks. I had to stop him, and did so by
turning he and his partners into females. Mark was now a
woman named Marci.

At first, I considered changing her back. Sure, I could get
my suit charged up and change Marci back to the way she
was, but I knew that deep inside, he would still be the guy
who betrayed me. Don't get me wrong, I had no ill feelings
toward her, but knew that changing her back would not help
matters.

Besides, the knowledge that someone else was sharing my
fate of unwanted femininity was the only thing that made my
loneliness bearable. That's the reason I decided to make
Marci join me in femininity.

I made her go shopping with me. After all, Marci was the
reason I had this craving to be feminine. She might as well
join me in getting the feminine clothing. With money we got
from the bank robbery, we bought everything, including
makeup, lingerie, stockings, panties, bras, dresses,
blouses, skirts, bikinis, and jewelry. Due to Marci's
orders, I needed all the most feminine items, and getting
them satisfied an urge. On a superficial level, it made me
happy. Marci, on the other hand, was miserable. She hated
trying on the feminine clothing, and only did it because I
insisted. I could have made her like what she was doing,
but it seemed more appropriate for her to have a little
discomfort.

During our shopping spree, she only acted feminine in order
not to attract any attention. But unfortunately for both of
us, we attracted plenty of male attention. What is it with
men? They see one beautiful girl, and they're happy. But
they see two beautiful girls together, and they go
absolutely crazy. I couldn't blame them, because I used to
be the same way, but it felt uncomfortable nonetheless.

Shopping was not the only thing Marci and I did together. I
made her join me when I powered up the suit. I tried to
give up the heroic acts, but couldn't ignore the suffering
of innocent people. Thanks to my sense of responsibility, I
was a sucker in more than one way.

In order to convince Marci to join me, I used the last
remaining power left in my suits.

"Marci, you love to suck cocks," I told her.

Even with that order, she fought me tooth and nail in an
attempt to not go out on our double date. But once Marci
saw the bulge in Joe's friend Bob's pants, she was drooling
with anticipation. Marci not only agreed to be Bob's date,
but also was the one who initiated the sexual contact.

While in the movie theater, I saw Marci open Bob's zipper
and take his cock into her mouth. As soon as Marci had his
cock in her mouth, she began to moan like a crazy woman. I
was sure that all the other people in the theater could
hear her obscene noises. But other than a few giggles, no
one made any comments. Seeing Marci give Bob an
enthusiastic blowjob, gave my date ideas. Soon he was
pushing my head close to his crotch. I too opened up a
zipper, and took a cock into my mouth. As the moans escaped
from the other couple, I
attempted to get moans from Joe.

It seemed that Marci and I were competing to see who was
the best cocksucker. Thanks to my suit, I was better at
sucking cock, but Marci had a head start. After sucking a
few minutes, Joe came in my mouth, and then a little later,
Bob came in Marci's mouth. We both swallowed our load like
dutiful sluts. After Joe came, I put his dick into his
pants, but Marci continued to suck even after Bob came. She
wanted more cock. Seeing Marci attempt to get a second load
excited my date, and soon he had another hard on. I was
again forced to submit my mouth to his cock. Marci and I
again dutifully sucked our dates dry. Even after the second
time, Marci wanted to continue. And it was actually Bob who
had to stop her.

***

After our dates dropped us off, I left Marci to her
thoughts. Thanks to her and my boyfriend, my suits were
well charged and it was time for me to make sure that the
city was safe. I made myself invisible and walked around in
the commercial area. According to the news, there were
several recent jewelry store robberies. I was hoping to get
lucky and find the robber in the act.

I walked from one jewelry store to the next, keeping an eye
open for anything suspicious. At the fifth store, I saw
something. At least I thought I did. A dark shadow seemed
to be running around inside a closed jewelry store. That
must be the robber.

Still invisible, I walked closer to the store. Despite
moving closer, I could no longer see anything unusual. It
was too dark inside. That's when I remembered that despite
the fact that they were closed, the lights were on in all
the other jewelry stores. This was unusual. Perhaps the
thief cut off the electricity to this place, in order to
cut off the alarm. I had to see what was going on. I
decided to force the door open. If the alarm rang, then
nothing must be going on. The police would be here in no
time, and they would secure the place. The only harm would
be that the owner had to replace the door. On the other
hand, if the alarm didn't go off, then I knew that the
thief must be inside.

Just before opening the door, I thought about the suits.
According to Mark, engaging in sexual activities with a
person of the opposite gender charged up the suits. I
wondered whether the male super lover suit was charged at
all, since I'd only engaged in sexual activities with a
man. There was nothing to do but try and see. With the
power derived from the male super suit, I forced the door
open. Somehow it got charged. I had to ask Marci
about the suits.

Despite having forced the door open, the alarm didn't ring.
I could sense that someone was inside. All of a sudden I
felt a kick on my tits. It didn't hurt, but it shocked me
because I didn't see it coming. Another thing was that I
was invisible, and therefore expected to be doing the
surprising, and not the other way around. Before I could
react, I felt another kick and then another. This person
could see me. Somehow he knew where to hit.

I, on the other hand, had difficulty seeing him. If I
concentrated, I could barely see him. He moved so fast, and
the fact that he wore a black suit made it difficult to see
him. Luckily, my suit protected me from harm.

I clumsily attempted to hit him back but kept missing.
Despite the fact that I wasn't getting hurt, his kicks were
very frustrating. He kept hitting me and I could do nothing
but be his clumsy target. I was still swinging like a girl.
I decided to end the stalemate with a desperate move. With
my eyes closed, I just lunged forward and attempted to
tackle him. Fortunately, I succeeded and brought him down.
My strength kept him down under me. But it was strange, he
felt soft. Trapped under me, I could see that he was
wearing a black suit and mask. He almost looked like a
Ninja.

In order to use my mental powers on him, I had to have a
clear access to his eyes. So I removed his mask and was
surprised to see a girl. She wore what looked like a set of
infrared goggles. Despite the goggles, she looked very
familiar. I removed the goggles, and was shocked at who I
saw.

"Susan?!" I yelled.

Using my surprise to her advantage, Susan threw a gas bomb.
I couldn't see anything. All I felt was Susan twisting her
body around until I couldn't feel her anymore. Once the
cloud of gas was gone, so was Susan.

Susan was a villain. She was the reason why I first
voluntarily wore the damn female super lover suit. I wanted
to save her so desperately from that burning house. Despite
only knowing her for a brief moment, I felt a connection
with her that I'd never felt before. Somehow, I felt that I
loved her. And now I was finding out that she was nothing
but a thief.

I laid still in the jewelry store feeling sorry for myself
until I heard the sirens. If the police caught me there,
they may have thought that I was the thief. Before I ran
away, I quickly surveyed the place. It seemed that Susan
didn't get a chance to rob the place. At least I prevented
the robbery. I ran out of the jewelry store and headed
home. On the way home, I felt betrayed by life. First my
best friend turned out to be a villain, and now
the girl that I loved was also a villain.

When I got home, I felt mentally and physically exhausted.
I didn't want to fight any more, if fighting meant going
against the people I most cared about. Yes, I cared about
Marci and Susan. So what if they were villains? Why should
I get involved? I decided that I would change Marci back to
Mark after all. I had no right to turn him into a female
against his wishes. Sure, he was partially responsible for
turning me into a woman, but two wrongs never made a right.
No, I had to do the right thing. So I walked to Marci's
bedroom, intent on changing her back into a male.

When I opened the door, I was shocked by what I saw. Marci
lay in her bed with a man. Her legs were wrapped around the
man's back. The man was fucking her.

"Excuse me," I said while blushing, and quickly closed the
door.

I will never forget the image that I saw that day. Marci
actually let a man fuck her. Sure, I saw her suck a guy
off. But she only did it because I used my mental powers to
make her like it. Getting fucked by a guy was all her
doing. I went inside the kitchen and got myself a glass of
wine. I needed it to calm my nerves. As I was sipping the
glass of wine, Marci came into the kitchen. Her hair,
nightgown and lipstick were a mess.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that, but you should have
knocked first," Marci said.

"Never mind whether I saw it or not," I said, "how could
you let a guy fuck you?"

"It feels so good, I couldn't help it," she responded with
a look of contentment. "You should try it."

There was no way in hell I was going to spread my legs for
a guy. Even if it was necessary to save the entire world, I
wouldn't let a guy fuck me. That was going too far. Sucking
men off was far enough for me. "No thanks," I responded.

"Suit yourself," she said, "you don't know what you're
missing."

"I came to your room to change you back...," I said.

"No!" she said, horrified.

"What, you like being a woman?" I asked, surprised by her
response.

"I love being a woman," she said. "You know how popular a
girl with my talents can be in a comic book convention?"
she asked, and emphasized what she meant by talents by
licking her lips. "I love to suck cock. After you left, I
went out looking for a guy that I could suck off. I found
George," she said, pointing to her room. "I started by
sucking him, but he had other ideas. He was inside my pussy
before I knew what was going on. At first I tried to stop
him, but it felt so good," she said smiling. "I just
couldn't stop him. He has been fucking me ever since. Four
times, I think, I kind of lost count. He passed out after
the last one. I'm thinking about going out again and
finding another guy; you want to come?" she asked.

Thanks to Marci and Joe, I had charged up the suit enough
that I didn't have to go out again. Besides, I felt
exhausted.

"No thanks, Marci," I said smiling. "Are you sure that you
don't want to be a man again?"

"Positive," she said. "I love men, but love being a woman."

"I am glad you're happy about being a female," I said, and
then sighed. "I still wish I could be a man again. I was
hoping that putting on the male super lover suit would
change me back, but no such luck."

"The two suits were not meant to be worn by one person,"
she answered. "Therefore, there is no writing on what may
result if one person did wear both. But my guess is that
since the male suit mainly controls strength, and the
female suit mainly controls shape, your body shape is
controlled by the female suit."

"You mean, if I wear just the male suit, I may become a
male?" I said with hope.

"No," she said. "Your default shape was permanently changed
into a female because you wore the female suit longer than
twenty-four hours straight. Since the male suit doesn't
primarily determine shape, it cannot override the effects
of the female suit. If you were simply born a girl and
never wore the female suit, perhaps the male suit would
change you into a male. But the transformation brought
about by the female suit is too strong."

"I see," I said. "One more thing. I thought engaging in
sexual activity with girls charges up the male suit.
Although I didn't have sex with girls, I was able to charge
up the male suit. Do you know how?"

"I'm not sure," she responded. "As I said, the effects of
wearing both suits is a mystery. Perhaps the female suit
acts as a link between the sexual activity with a man and
the male suit, whereby sex with men charges up both suits."

"Would the opposite work?" I asked.

"I don't see why not," she said. "Sex with women would
charge up the male suit and the male suit acts as a link to
the female suit, essentially making you bisexual."

If what Marci was saying was true, I no longer had to
engage in sexual activity with men. Although lesbianism was
not the most attractive thing to me, it sounded a lot
better than sucking some guy off.

"Is there anything else you want to know, because I'm
feeling horny and I need a man," Marci asked.

"No, not now," I said.

With that, she said good-bye and left the kitchen and the
apartment. She was apparently looking for a man while her
friend, George, was still sleeping in her room.

Exhausted by the day's events, I decided to take a bath. I
took off my clothing, carefully hid the super lover suits,
and took a long bath. Afterwards, I felt a lot better. I
wore a nightgown and went to bed.

Falling asleep was very difficult. In my mind's eye, I kept
seeing Marci getting fucked by a guy. And then I saw Marci
telling me how great it felt. It scared me. After turning
over and over again in my bed for several hours, I finally
fell asleep.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a restful sleep. I had
terrible a nightmare. In that nightmare, I walked into
Marci's room, like I did that night. But instead of finding
Marci getting fucked by a guy, I saw myself getting fucked.
The worst part was that I was begging him to fuck me
harder. When he came inside of me, I felt disappointed that
he didn't last long enough to make me cum. I wanted him to
fuck me some more.

Suddenly I woke up with sweat across my head. I heard moans
and shrieks of pleasure coming from Marci's room. Someone
was fucking her again. I looked at my clock and saw that it
was only seven in the morning. Although I attempted to go
back to sleep, I couldn't, and got up and went into the
kitchen.

I made myself a light breakfast and tried to ignore the
moans that were coming from Marci's room. When I was almost
finished with my breakfast, Marci came out of her room. She
was wearing a dress. Apparently, she didn't bother to take
it off before engaging in her sexual activities. Behind her
followed George and another guy.

"This is Ken," Marci said.

"Hi," I said, wishing to avoid any eye contact.

Ken looked at my body with desire. Despite being involved
in a night-long fuck-fest, he was still horny enough to
have sexual thoughts about me.

I looked away and excused myself, not bothering to finish
my breakfast. I went into the living room and sat on the
couch. I had all lot of things to think about. But try as I
might to concentrate on other things, images of men fucking
me danced in my head. I closed my eyes tight to fight off
these images to no avail. Despite my best efforts to the
contrary, I was getting horny from my daydreams of getting
fucked.

My thoughts were interrupted by Marci's deliberate cough.
All of a sudden, I noticed that my left hand was in my
panties. My middle finger was massaging my clit. I was
actually fingering myself while thinking about a guy
fucking me. I withdrew my hand quickly.

"I..." I didn't know what to say.

"It's okay..." Marci said. "I masturbate while thinking
about guys, too."

My face was turning red. "It wasn't that...," I said. "I
mean, I was just..."

"No need to explain," Marci said. "I just wanted to know
whether you want to go shopping."

"I thought you hated shopping," I said.

"I did when I didn't accept myself as a female, but now I
want to look great for the guys," she said. "And that means
getting more beautiful clothing."

Thanks to Mark's mental power commands, I too wanted to
look great and feminine, so shopping sounded like a good
thing. I needed something to occupy my mind so that I could
stop thinking about guys. Besides, I didn't have anything
better to do. I was no longer going to be a superheroine,
and I didn't have to work. The last thing I wanted to do
was stay home and risk masturbating over some guy again. So
I agreed to go shopping.

I soon found out that this shopping trip would be very
different from the first one. For one thing, Marci was so
much happier; she giggled over the silliest things. Another
difference was her demeanor toward men; she flirted with
every guy there. Her behavior drew a lot of attention to
us. I just wanted to hide.

After buying several dresses, skirts, and blouses, we
decided to go to the beauty parlor. Due to Mark's
suggestions, I wanted to look beautiful. Marci wanted to
look beautiful because she wanted to attract men. I was
relieved to find that most of the people at the parlor were
women. In fact, other than the two male hairdressers who
were too flamboyant to be interested in women, there were
no men. It was relaxing without having to worry about
Marci propositioning a guy.

After several hours at the beauty parlor, Marci and I ate
dinner. Despite having skipped lunch, we both ate salads.
Marci, being herself, flirted with the waiter throughout
the meal.

When we got back to our apartment, I was relieved to be
back indoors and away from men. Marci asked me if I wanted
to go out on a double date, but I declined. I could now
charge up my suit by having sex with women. There was no
longer any need to go out on dates with men. Moreover,
thanks to the prior evening's activities in the movie
theater, my suits were still somewhat charged up.

But why did I need to charge up the suit, anyway? Didn't I
decide earlier today, that I would give up this silly
superhero stuff? What was the point, anyway? Why should I
feel responsible? I didn't want to fight anyone, especially
Susan. My mind was made up. I was going to at least take
some time off from the superhero stuff. Perhaps, in the
near future, I could get over the fact that the girl of my
dreams was a villainess. But for now, I
needed the break. After all that I had been through, I
deserved a break. For the first time since I put on the
super lover suit, I felt like I could ignore my sense of
responsibility.

I turned on the television to see if there was anything
interesting. The news was on. According to the television
reporter, the jewelry bandit was at it again. The reporter
stated that a police officer confirmed that the jewelry
bandit was a woman.

"The jewelry bandit broke into this store last night," said
the reporter, standing by the door that I'd forced open the
night before. "Three policemen confronted her. Two of them
were killed by lightning coming out of her hands. The
police officer that survived confirmed that the bandit had
super speed, as well."

This was strange. I stopped Susan last night. Unless...she
must have come back to the store once I was gone. It was
one thing to steal; now she'd committed murder. Love or
not, I had to stop her. I felt dread as my sense of
responsibility returned to me. Why did I have to be the one
to carry this burden?

Once again, I put on my super lover suits and walked out of
my apartment in order to stop a crime. And once again, I
felt dread and sadness. It was bad enough when I had to
stop a friend, but now I had to go against a person I
loved. My sense of responsibility left me little choice.

"Apart and alone, they would fail..." kept ringing again
and again in my head. I felt lonely, as I walked around the
commercial district. Only my sense of responsibility kept
me going.

The third store on my stop had no lights. Susan must be in
there. Instead of going through the front door, I decided
to try a different tactic. I walked around to the back, saw
a back door, and quietly forced it open. I was inside; so
far so good.

I had just started to look for Susan when I felt her kick
my legs out from under me. The kick made me fall to the
ground. She quickly wrapped some type of rope around me.

"You won't hurt anyone this time," Susan said, "I will stop
you. You will go to prison for killing those policemen."

"What?" I asked as I broke the rope around me. "I thought
you were trying to rob the jewelry store, and killed the
policemen."

"You mean you didn't do it?" Susan asked.

"No, I'm here to stop the..." I said until interrupted by a
sudden blast of electricity that hit me on my back and
knocked me back a couple of feet. Fortunately, my super
suits prevented any injury.

"Out of my way," a woman's voice from the back alley said.

Susan and I turned to see the woman. It was difficult to
look straight at her because her body was extremely bright.
Even her face and hair exuded light. She wore a one-piece
costume with some type of jewelry just above her breasts.
From the jewelry, bright light flowed to different parts of
her body. She also wore an armband with a drawing of
lightning.

She looked very odd, but at the same time, familiar. For
some unknown reason, I felt like I should know who this
person was. But of course, I didn't.

Without warning, the electrical woman fired a bolt of
lightning at Susan. She dodged it.

In a burst of flash, the lightning woman ran between Susan
and I, and into the store.

I attempted to grab her, but only grabbed air. Susan ran
after her and jumped in the air to kick the lightning
woman. She turned around with amazing speed, and shot a
bolt of electricity at Susan. Susan was hit in midair, and
fell to the ground.

I ran to her and saw that she had passed out.

Another bolt hit me. But again there was no damage. I
turned and lunged forward, attempting to bring down the
lightning woman, but failed. She was just too fast for me.
She ran around the store collecting the jewelry, and all I
could do was clumsily attempt to tackle her. Each time I
would miss, and she would laugh at me. When all the jewelry
was collected, the
electrical witch ran away from the store.

I thought about chasing her, but knew that it would be
futile. I was too slow, and my powers were almost all gone.
Besides, Susan was hurt and I had to help her. I walked to
her and attempted to wake her. At that moment I heard
sirens. I picked up Susan and ran away from the scene of
the crime. Not knowing what else to do, I took her to my
apartment.

I laid Susan on my bed and started to remove her mask.
Before the mask was off, she woke up and grabbed onto it,
trying to protect her identity.

"It's all right," I said, "you're with a friend."

She looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, paying
particular attention to me. After a little while, she let
go of her mask and allowed me to remove it. I then removed
her goggles. Once the mask and goggles were gone, she
relaxed.

"Are you all right?" I asked, worried that she may be
seriously hurt.

"I'm okay," she said, "who are you?"

"My name is Tanya," I answered.

"I don't know you, but you knew who I am..." she said.

I decided that I would tell her everything. I had to have
someone I could confide in. And even if I was only fooling
myself and I wasn't in love with her, she demonstrated that
she was good. I could trust her with my secret.

"No, you don't know me as I am now, but we met while I was
someone else..." I began, and told her everything that
happened to me, minus the part that Mark ordered me not to
tell. I told her about the super lover suits. She listened
as I told her about how I jacked off Mark so that he could
save her. I also told her about Dr. Stein and how he
permanently changed me into a female. Then I told her about
Mark becoming a villain, and how I'd changed him and his
partners into women. Finally, I told her about how I
thought she was the jewelry thief and that I was attempting
to stop her.

Throughout the entire story, Susan sat quietly and
listened. When it was obvious that I had finished, she
spoke. "You poor thing, it must have been awful to become a
female all of a sudden," she said. "And having to engage in
all those sexual activities with men."

I looked away in shame.

Sensing my embarrassment, Susan attempted to alleviate the
situation. "No need to be embarrassed or ashamed," she
said. "You did the things you did to save others. You're my
hero. And to think, you started to wear the suit to save
me. Only a hero would sacrifice so much."

I blushed.

"Thank you," she said. "You know that you and your friend
are the reason why I decided to help others myself."

"Me, how?" I said.

"Well, after your friend saved me, I decided that my life
was spared so that I could return the favor," she said. "I
was inspired by your actions."

"You have more than inspiration," I said, "you have real
powers. If I wasn't wearing my suits, I would have been
seriously hurt."

"I'm glad you were wearing the suits, then," she said while
smiling. "It's not power, it's just training. I am black
belt in several martial arts."

"Oh?" I said, surprised to find out that this lovely girl
was an expert at martial arts.

"I am feeling a little drowsy," Susan said. "I guess that
hit effected me more than I thought."

"You need to see a doctor," I said. "I'll take you to a
hospital."

"No," she said, "my injury may raise suspicions. For my
family's sake, I can't risk exposure. Besides, I probably
just need to rest for a little while."

"All right, but if you don't get better by tomorrow
morning, I am taking you to the hospital," I said, and left
my room so that Susan could sleep.

I needed someone to talk to, so I knocked on Marci's door.
No answer. I didn't want to repeat last night's incident
when I walked in on she and her boyfriend, so I listened
for any noise that would indicate love making. But I heard
no sounds. I knocked lightly on her door again, and got no
response. I finally opened her door and saw that she wasn't
there. In fact, after a short search, I found out that she
wasn't home. I guessed that she was out
on another date.

Not having anything else to do, I sat on the sofa and
watched several sitcoms. Before too long, I fell asleep on
the sofa. I probably would have slept all night on that
sofa if it wasn't for the phone call from Marci, late at
night.

"Hey, Tanya, I just wanted to check up on you," Marci said.
"You looked a little depressed today."

"I'm okay," I said, "but I need someone to talk to..."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," she said.

"I feel uncomfortable talking on the phone," I said, "when
are you coming home?"

"Not tonight," she responded. "George's fraternity
brother's are throwing me a party. I'm getting more male
meat than even I can handle. If you want, I can give you
the address."

"No thanks," I said, "I was hoping that we could talk
tonight."

"I know that you want to talk person to person, but right
now this is the best I can do," she said, "but I will
listen as long as you want me to..."

"All right," I said. "Did you hear the news about the
recent jewelry robberies...well, a couple of days ago, I
went out in the super suits and tried to stop the villain.
That's when I ran into..." I told Marci what happened in
the last two days. I told her about Susan and her special
skills. I informed her about the fact that Susan was now
injured. I told
Marci that Susan didn't want me to take her to the
hospital, and that I was worried that she may be seriously
hurt.

"Give her one of your suits," Marci said.

"What?" I asked.

"The suit protects its wearer," Marci said. "If Susan wears
one of the suits, her injuries will be cured. According to
what you told me about Susan, she seems to be trustworthy
enough to wear the suit responsibly."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "Susan sounds like she is a lot more
responsible than me. I liked being a superhero, but enjoyed
the power aspect more than the helping others aspect. I
guess the power kind of seduced me into becoming a villain.
I'm not trustworthy to wear the suit again. But Susan, like
you, seems to be more interested in helping others. She
seems like a perfect candidate to become a super lover."

"You may be right," I said, "but which suit should I give
her?"

"I know that you don't like being a girl and are reluctant
to give up the male super suit," she said, "but the right
choice seems obvious."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Her martial arts skill will be greatly helped by the male
super lover suit," she said. "The female suit will add
little complement to her skills."

"I see," I said, knowing that what Marci was saying was
correct.

"Besides, from what you told me, your girlish movements
prevent you from using the super male lover suit properly."
She added, "Let's face it, you were never meant to be a
super lover man."

Despite wanting to save Susan, I didn't want to give up the
last remaining male thing in my life. Sure, I had other
male clothing, but thanks to my programming, I couldn't
wear them. They were not feminine. I guessed that the only
reason I could wear the super male lover suit was that the
female suit had some type of connection to it. If I gave up
the male suit, I would be giving up everything that had
anything to do with the masculine sphere.

"Thanks, Marci," I said, "you helped a lot. Now I have to
think things through. You enjoy yourself tonight, and I'll
see you tomorrow."

"All right," she said, "you take care of yourself 'til
then."

Without making my mind up as to what to do, I walked back
to my room. Susan was still sleeping. But her facial
expression clearly indicated that she was in great pain.
Even with a distorted face, she was so beautiful. Thanks to
my gender change, I didn't feel any sexual urges toward
Susan, but emotionally I was greatly attracted to her. I
was in love. They say love will make a person give the
ultimate sacrifice. In my case it was true. Marci was
right, I had to give up the male super lover suit. It was
the only way.

I gently woke up Susan, and told her what I had in mind.

"What will the male suit do to my body?" she asked.

"I'm not sure..." I answered honestly. "It will definitely
make you bigger and stronger, and it will protect you from
harm. You will get the power to mentally control others.
What I don't know is what it will do to your gender. As I
told you earlier, it is designed for a man. However, when I
wore it, it didn't change me into a man. Marci thinks the
reason for that is that I wore the female suit for a long
period of time, and that the female suit counteracted any
gender change. I don't know if she's right. You may change
gender, and you may not."

"I see," she said. "I like being a female, but am willing
to risk a gender change. After all, you did it to save
others, and I think that's the proper thing to do."

With that being said, I took out the super lover suits from
their hiding place. I had worn the male suit before.
However, I never saw myself in it because I could only wear
it when I wore the female suit. And the female suit always
camouflaged the male suit. The female suit controlled what
I looked like, including what I apparently wore. I wondered
what I would look like with just the male suit on. I would
probably look like a girl wearing clothing too big for her.
With some regret I handed her the male super lover suit
without delay.

As soon as Susan put it on, her body changed. Susan was no
longer a woman. Instead, she was a very big, handsome man.
He was very muscular. I still felt love for Susan, but
wasn't sure whether I loved the man that she had become.
This feeling of confusion was further increased by my
body's sexual attraction to the man in front of me. A part
of me hated being attracted to a man, even if he used to be
Susan. But another part of me wanted to
completely surrender myself to the male version of Susan. I
wanted his dick, not just to power up my suit, but for the
pleasure of having it inside me. For the first time in my
new life, I admitted to myself that I wanted to get fucked.
My pussy got wet with desire. But instead of making any
type of move, I just stared at my companion.

For some strange reason, Susan wearing the male suit made
me want to put on the female super lover suit. I couldn't
resist the urge, and put on the suit. As soon as I put my
suit on, my desires for Susan increased ten fold. I wanted
him so badly but still could not make any moves.

"Susan, you look very handsome," I said.

"Don't call me Susan when I'm wearing this suit," he said,
"call me Sean,
instead. And you look fantastic yourself. It's strange, I
never felt any
sexual desires for a girl before, but now I can't stop
thinking about...just
look at my bulge..."

My eyes lingered over his bulge, and stayed there once he
told me to look at
it. It was so big, so magnificent.

"I'm sorry," Sean said, "I can't help it. I must be
embarrassing you."

"Not at all," I said, still staring at his bulge, "I kind
of like it."

"You do?" Sean said as he came close to me and hugged me.

When I didn't resist his advances, Sean kissed me on the
lips. His kiss felt so good that I just closed my eyes and
surrendered myself to it. Soon his tongue entered my mouth
and danced with my tongue. My legs felt weak from the
kisses, and I leaned toward him for support. He lifted me
up and placed me gently on the bed. Still wearing his suit,
he took out his dick through the zipper. It looked so
beautiful. I wanted to suck it, but wanted it in my pussy
more. So I spread my legs in order to encourage him. Sean
lifted my skirt and saw my pussy. Instead of immediately
plunging his cock into me, he first used his fingers to
play with my pussy. I loved his fingers but wanted his cock
inside me. I begged him to fuck me. Finally I felt the tip
of his cock enter my pussy.

I never felt so much pleasure in my life. Not only did my
pussy feel great, my entire body felt incredible. Even with
my eyes closed, I could feel the super lover suits glowing.
As Sean began to fuck me, I learned why Marci loved getting
fucked so much. Like Marci, I wrapped my legs around my
lover in order to keep him inside me. I moaned, screamed,
and begged him to never stop fucking me. He tried to oblige
my pleas, but in the end he came. To his credit, I came
five or six times before he did. I was grateful to him, and
kissed him to show my gratitude. He returned my kisses. The
kissing became heavier and heavier, until I felt his dick
grow again. Soon he was fucking me to another series of
orgasms.

It was during the second time that I became sure that I was
a complete female. Not only a female on the outside, but
inside as well. I wanted to be a woman, and was happy to
spread my legs for my lover. I loved getting fucked. After
he came the second time, he fucked me for many, many, many
more times that day. I guess the male super lover suit
helped him in that regard.

Our suits charged up like never before, and we felt
powerful indeed. It was time to stop the jewelry store
robberies. Reluctantly, we both got up from my bed and went
outside my apartment. As before, I looked for a jewelry
store with no lights. But this time, I had a partner.
Unlike the former adventures, I was actually happy to be
doing what I had to do. We soon found the store without
lights, and talked strategy.

After Sean opened the door for me, I walked in to the
jewelry store and waited. Soon I felt a shot of electricity
on my left shoulder. Thanks to the super suit, I was all
right. I began to change myself into different shapes and
sizes. While the jewelry thief was distracted by my
changes, Sean grabbed her from behind.

The villain attempted to escape Sean's hold on her. But it
was no use; the combination of Sean's martial arts skills
and super strength made escape impossible. After the
villainess became exhausted from trying to flee, Sean
turned her around. Getting clear access to her eyes, Sean
instructed her to stay there until the police came. Sean
further instructed the villainess to confess to all her
crimes and then allow the police to arrest her. With that
order, Sean let go of his hold on the villainess.

"Let's go home, super lover girl," he said to me.

I smiled and said, "Yes sir, super lover man."

When Sean kissed me on my lips, I knew that everything
would be all right. After all, the legends say that
together, we will be invincible.

 Episode 5 - "The End"

After I was turned into the super lover girl, I thought I
could never be happy again. Temporarily becoming a girl and
having to jack off a guy to save Susan, the girl I loved,
was bad enough. When the change became permanent, it
depressed me deeply. When I thought things could not get
any worse, my best friend betrayed me and forced me to give
him a blowjob. The only thing that got me going was my
sense of responsibility. Then I found
love. Susan turned out to be a heroine. Then she wore the
super male suit and became Sean, the guy I love...or so I
thought. I loved Susan for her compassion and her kindness.
Thanks to the suits, I was sexually attracted to Sean. I
thought they were the same person. But were they?

Here I was at the Big Elephant, the bar where I met Susan.
But this time, Susan wasn't with me. I felt depressed. My
only comfort was that in the afternoon, there were very few
people at the bar. At least I didn't have to ward off pick
up attempts from men. I needed someone to talk to, not
another sexual partner. Ever since Marci moved out of our
place and moved in with several guys, I missed having
someone to share my thoughts. I thought that Sean moving in
would fill this gap. But Sean just wasn't the type of
person who shared feelings. Because of the transformation,
I could not contact any of my family or friends. I missed
Susan; I missed Marci; I missed my friends and my family,
especially my brother Jason. I felt alone. That's why I
asked the only person that I could communicate with to meet
me there.

"Marci," I called out once I spotted her. Her movement and
gestures had become so feminine. I could not see any sign
of Mark in her anymore.

"Tanya!" she yelled, and quickly approached me and hugged
me. "I was so worried about you. You sounded so depressed
on the phone."

"It's Sean," I said. "I mean, it's my relationship with
Sean. I don't think it's working out." I started to cry.

"Oh no..." she said. "What's wrong? I thought you were in
love with Sean."

"That's just it," I said, "I'm in love with Susan, not
Sean."

"They *are* the same person," she said.

I told Marci about the differences between the two. The
fact that Sean never shared his thoughts. He preferred to
be the strong silent type. He even stopped listening to me.
I told Marci that Susan used to only wear the male super
suit during our lovemaking and our heroic adventures. But
lately, she refused to take it off. With her refusal, her
compassion and her kindness seemed to fade.

Marci listened to my complaints and gave me a compassionate
hug, adding, "Men can be such jerks." I agreed with her.
And this made me realize just how much we had changed.

We talked for a couple more hours, and then parted
promising to meet again soon.

When I got home, I found a package at my front door. I
opened it to find a videotape. Neither the envelope nor the
videotape had any writing or markings on them. What could
it be? Who could have sent it? Out of curiosity, I put the
videotape in my VCR, hit play, and was shocked at what I
saw.

The feminine Dr. Stein was in the picture. How could it be?
I had changed her into a housewife, with instructions to
settle down in a different state.

She said, "Hello again, girl. It's been a while. We have
both been busy since we last saw each other. But now I need
your help. More precisely, your sister needs your help. She
is dying of pain. And only you can save her by breaking her
out of her prison. I know what you're thinking. Sister,
what sister? I don't have a sister. Don't be so sure."

Dr. Stein laughed her terrible haunting laugh. "It took me
several hours to break your mind control commands.
Housewife, you wanted me to become a housewife," she said
angrily, then calmed down a bit before continuing. "My mind
is too great to become a housewife. The first time, when
your friend implanted the command to help him, it took me
longer to break it. However, I eventually did break it, and
was waiting for the right moment to take over. But you had
to interfere. You had to turn me into this."

I didn't know that the mind control commands could be
broken. That meant that I could have stopped myself from
wearing feminine clothing and trying to look like a
beautiful girl. I didn't have to suck some guy off to
charge up my suit to make myself beautiful. Sure, Mark gave
the commands before I changed him to Marci, but I could
have broken them if my will was strong enough. I felt
renewed shame over what I had done.

As she continued to laugh, her image faded and another
image came into focus. My brother, Jason came into view.

"No," I said to myself. "Not Jason."

"Once I broke your command," Dr. Stein said, "I had but one
goal. Reverse what you had done to me physically. With my
knowledge of biochemistry, it should have been only a
matter of time to return to my male form. I thought I
succeeded when I invented the gender change serum. All I
needed was a test subject. That's right, your brother."

"NOOOO!!" I yelled out.

"We kidnapped him," Dr. Stein continued, "and forced him to
take the serum. And it worked. Over a period of a few days,
he changed, becoming more and more feminine. At first the
changes were small, loss of body hair and muscle,
redistribution of fat. But once he noticed what the serum
was doing, the person who'd now become your sister became
mad. As her breasts grew, she would not stop yelling, and
refused to eat. We had to force feed her. When she lost her
precious penis, she passed out. At first, I thought she
died from shock. But unfortunately for her, she didn't
die."

The image changed once again to show a girl crying in a
small cell. Although the girl did not look like Jason, I
knew deep in my heart that she was Jason, and that somehow,
I'd seen her before somewhere.

This image both angered and saddened me. I'd had a chance
to stop this much earlier, but didn't. Instead of putting
away this dangerous criminal for good, I'd allowed him to
go free after changing him to a woman. I could have
commanded him to commit suicide or something. It was
entirely my fault for overestimating the super powers.

I cried with my new sister. As my tears flowed, I
recognized the place in the videotape as the abandoned
warehouse where Dr. Stein permanently turned me into a
girl. Sean and I would have to go back there to rescue
Jason.

The picture returned to Dr. Stein. "But it didn't work,"
she said, "it didn't work on me! The damn female suit's
power was too strong for even my serum! You have doomed me
to stay as I am." The Doctor's eyes bulged with anger.

Dr. Stein once again calmed herself before continuing.
"Once I gave up my hopes of becoming male again, another
passion returned," she said, "the passion for power." She
produced a piece of bright jewelry, the size of small fist.
I recognized it immediately as the jewelry worn by the
electric girl Sean and I defeated a few months ago. We'd
guessed that the electric girl's powers derived from the
jewelry. What was Dr. Stein doing with it? Did she somehow
get it from the authorities? If so, Dr. Stein's mind
combined with the power from the jewelry would make her a
formidable adversary.

"I am very proud of my electric conductor," Dr. Stein said.
"There are only two in existence. This one, and the one we
lost thanks to you. Both conductors allow electricity to
flow into the human body, mixing with their blood. With
this device, a human being becomes a conductor of
electricity. I would go into detail, but you know firsthand
what the individual wearing this device is capable of. I
designed the electric conductors for myself. But a problem
arose. The electric currents are highly addictive. Once you
charge up with electricity, not having it in your system is
extremely painful. In fact, painful enough that deprivation
from it can kill you. This meant that I couldn't use it."

The pictured showed once more the girl that used to be
Jason. "I couldn't use it," Dr. Stein repeated, "but
someone else could."

Adding what Dr. Stein just said to her statement that my
new sister was dying of pain, I figured out the horrible
nightmare that Jason must have gone through. That's when I
figured out why the electric girl looked so familiar. I
realized that she was actually my own brother, changed as
much or more than I!

The image showed the girl struggling as she was dragged out
of her cell by two large men. The men held Jason as Dr.
Stein attached the jewelry around her breasts. She screamed
and kicked, but it was useless. Once the jewelry was
secured, Jason was dragged into what looked like a small
phone booth. As soon as the doors to the booth were closed,
Dr. Stein pushed some levers and a brilliant light came
forth into the booth.

The light in the booth faded slightly, to reveal a girl
that was glowing with light. She looked disoriented, and
then she collapsed. The picture faded back to Dr. Stein.

"Loyalty was the key," Dr. Stein continued. "Only I know
how the conductor works. I controlled what Electrica needed
the most. That gave me power over her. She resisted at
first...bravely...causing a lot of damage...but soon she
could not bear the pain."

The picture once again revealed Jason, who was now wearing
the Electrica costume, crying out in pain. I again cried
with my sister. "She was willing to do anything for the
electric juice," Dr. Stein said.

Several men entered the room where my sister stood. "I
mean, anything," Dr. Stein continued, as the men around my
sister took out their dicks. Electrica went down on her
knees, and proceeded to suck on one of the men. Another two
men moved closer to Electrica, who dutifully grabbed one
dick in each hand and started to massage them. After a
while, another man came from behind and began to fuck her.
I couldn't bear it anymore, and turned the VCR off.

But even with the VCR off, I could not stop seeing the
image in my head of my new sister with all those men. I
cried for a few minutes, and then turned the VCR on again.
Out of fear of missing some important clue, I was not able
to fast forward or close my eyes. I witnessed approximately
an hour of man after man penetrating Jason.

Dr. Stein's voice could be heard instructing her now and
again. "Act like this is your wedding night, Electrica.
Pretend that all these handsome men are your husbands. Such
a lucky girl. Moan a little more. That's it. Swallow all of
it. Start sucking on the next cock. Bounce on him a little
more. If only your perverted sister could see this. Think
how much she would enjoy your wedding night, just like she
must have enjoyed my wedding night. Next time, I will let
you borrow my wedding gown. Won't that be sweet? Don't
answer, just continue to suck and fuck."

Once all the men were satisfied, Dr. Stein allowed Jason to
recharge.

"If Electrica doesn't recharge within twelve hours, she
starts to feel pain. The pain will increase as time goes on
without the recharge. Eventually the pain will be so great
that it will kill her. Let's see, she's been in prison a
few months now. My calculations suggest that unless she is
rescued soon, her life will end," Dr. Stein stated. "Once I
broke Electrica, she had no need to feel pain ever again.
But you had to interfere again. You put her in prison. You
deprived her from the electric charge. You caused her pain.
You are going to kill her, unless you rescue her."

I could have stopped all this from happening by killing Dr.
Stein when I had the chance. But out of arrogance, I'd let
her go. I was partially responsible for Jason's fate. I
could not let Jason die.

Dr. Stein paused a moment to allow her last statement to
sink in, and then said, "Open your front door, you will
find another package."

I did as told, and found another package. Just like the
first package, the second package had no markings. "In it
you will find a map of the prison," Dr. Stein continued,
"and a guard's ID card. We kidnapped her earlier today. You
will also find the conductor. Turn yourself into the guard,
and get into the prison at 8:00 p.m. sharp. The guard is
supposed to report to work at that time. Once inside, head
over to where Electrica is being held captive, and give the
conductor to her. She will know what to do from there."

I looked at the contents of the second package, and found a
map to the prison as well as a schematic of the prison with
marks on the entrance and where Jason was being imprisoned.
The package contained a jewelry, which Dr. Stein called a
conductor, and an identification card with the name Tina
Ferguson and a picture of a woman wearing a guard's
uniform.

It was only about 2:00 p.m., so I called Sean at work, told
him that there was an emergency, and asked him to come home
right away. Sean asked for more details, but I refused to
talk about it on the phone.

A few minutes later, Sean came running into our apartment.
"What's wrong?" he asked.

We replayed the videotape, minus the sex scenes, which I
fast-forwarded through. Sean looked at me a long time
before speaking. "We can't do what she is asking," he
declared.

"What?" I blurted, not believing what he had just said. "We
can't leave Jason in prison. She will die of pain."

"We don't know that," Sean said, "you should know by now
that Dr. Stein cannot be trusted. For all we know,
your...ahem...sister is losing her dependence to the
electric charge. If it's anything like a drug addiction,
she's going through withdrawal pains. But eventually she
should be all right."

"I can't risk her death," I replied.

"We cannot help a criminal to escape," he said, "she
murdered several people."

"She was forced to do it," I said, "it wasn't her fault. It
was Dr. Stein's...and my fault."

"That doesn't change things," he said, "it's the jury's
decision whether to take such things into consideration,
not ours."

"She's my sister, damn it!" I said. "Where's your
compassion?"

"I know she's your sister," he said, "but we can't break
the law, even for her."

"Law?" I questioned. "Law, who cares about law? My sister
could die if we don't help her."

"My decision is final," he said, and turned away.

"Susan would have shown more compassion than that," I said,
and grabbed my female super lover suit from its hiding
place and the second package. I ran out of the apartment
with tears flowing down my face freely. Sean called out my
name, but I ignored him and just ran. It was obvious that
Sean didn't care about Jason or me.

Once I was quite a distance away from my apartment, I
controlled my emotions enough to stop crying. If I was to
save Jason, I needed to proceed as Dr. Stein instructed.
But in order to do so, I also needed to change into the
super lover girl suit.

I was near the University, so I went there and quickly used
one of the public restrooms to change into the super lover
girl suit. I then tried to change into the guard, but
learned that the suit wasn't charged. Sean and I hadn't had
sex in over a week. It was almost four by then, and I knew
that the prison was at least three hours away. I didn't
have any time to lose.

I quickly spotted the most likely candidate to charge my
suit and approached him. He was sitting near the library
checking out every good-looking woman that was walking by.
Although interested, he seemed too shy to approach any of
the women. In what seemed like a million years ago, I had
done the same thing without any luck. Today was going to be
his lucky day, however. I approached him quickly, and
before he could react, I whispered into his left ear, "I
want to give you a blow job."

He almost jumped up in the air with shock. "Let's go behind
the bushes," I added, then pointed toward several bushes on
the side of the library. We quickly moved between the
narrow space behind the bushes. As I knelt on the grass, I
began to have doubts about this location. The only thing
that protected us was the bushes immediately in front of
us, and the building behind us. The narrow space to our
sides was still open to view, but at the
moment, there were no observers to our sides. This meant
that we were somewhat hidden from view, but people nearby
could hear us if they listened. This made me nervous.
Perhaps my nervousness was heightening my sense of hearing,
but at that moment I could hear everything, including
noises of people walking near us. I could sense that my
partner was also nervous. Instead of looking at me, he was
continuously looking to each of our sides,
to check for any unwanted witnesses. I wanted to call this
off and find a better location, but I knew that time was
against me.

Therefore, I reluctantly unzipped his pants, taking care
not to make too much noise. I slowly removed his dick from
his pants and felt it grow as I massaged it with my hands.
I had thought that my days of humiliation were over once I
got together with Sean. When I had sex with Sean, at least
it was with someone I thought I loved. But here I was
preparing to suck off a stranger to charge up my suit
again. Despite my shame, I forced my face lower to approach
his dick. By now, my partner's dick was fully erect. I
continued to message the lower part of his dick with my
hands while tentatively taking a few licks at the slit of
his dick. I tasted pre-cum.

I was stalling because I didn't want to do the shameful
act. But in the end, my need to help Jason won out, and I
took the head of his dick in my mouth. As soon as my lips
touched his dick, my body instinctively knew what to do. My
suit gave me the knowledge of an expert cocksucker. As I
licked and sucked his male tool, the guy started to moan. I
began to fear that his moans would attract unwanted
attention. This was shameful enough. If others witnessed
this act, I was certain that I would die of embarrassment.

I quickened my pace, hoping to make him cum before anyone
found us. I licked and sucked with all the skills that my
suit gave me. This only caused him to moan all that much
louder. Just about when I was going to give up for fear of
being caught, he came down my throat. The first spurt
surprised me, and I was barely able to keep all of the cum
in my mouth. I swallowed it as quickly as I could. The
second and third spurts I swallowed easily. When I knew
that he was done cumming, I licked his dick clean, and put
it back into
his pants. I zipped his pants up as quietly as possible.

When I stood and turned to leave, I saw Sean standing there
to our side. He looked hurt and disappointed. "I followed
you to the campus," he said.

The guy that I just blew must have guessed that Sean was my
boyfriend, and quickly left the area. Deep shame filled my
soul. I could not look at Sean anymore.

"I won't let you go through with it al...," he said, but I
stopped listening before he got a chance to finish.

His statement made me furious. This was all his fault. If
he was compassionate...if he would have helped me, I
wouldn't have to engage in these shameful acts. I hit him
with all I had, but he didn't even flinch. He just stood
there blocking my path. Not even thinking about it, I made
myself invisible and climbed over the bushes.

Sean started to yell my name again, but I ran out of the
University before he could find me. In my invisible state,
I headed toward our apartment. Once there, I made myself
visible again and changed myself into the guard. My suit
was all charged out, but it didn't matter this time. I had
the form that I wanted. I grabbed Sean's keys and drove his
car to the prison.

During my entire trip to the prison, the phrase "Apart and
alone, they would fail," kept ringing inside my head. Could
this be my destiny after all? Would I fail, now that I was
alone? I dwelled in misery for almost the entire trip. But
I knew I had to concentrate on the task ahead if I was to
have a chance at success. I calmed my nerves as I entered
the premises of the prison.

After showing the guard's identification card, I quickly
headed toward Jason's cell. But before I could I reach it,
I heard a woman's voice yelling in my direction, "Tina,
wait..."

I turned to meet the woman that was calling my double's
name. A guard approached me quickly. "Hey, what's your
hurry?"

"I just wanted to get to work," I said.

"Work?" she said. "That doesn't sound like you." She
paused, and then said, "What did you do with my lazy
friend? You are obviously an impostor."

My heart stopped beating until the guard started to laugh.

"Very funny," I said, and thought of an excuse for
hurrying, "I got in trouble for slacking off."

"What, again?" she said. "That jerk of a supervisor give
you another warning?"

"Yeah," I said, "that's why I've got to go." I quickly
moved toward my destination again.

"Hey, how about we eat dinner together during our break,"
she called out.

"Sure," I yelled back, not even breaking stride. That was a
close one. The sooner I could get done with this, the
better.

I had to go through several checkpoints. Since the guards
knew Tina well, they allowed me to proceed without any
problems.

Even before reaching her cell, I could hear her moans and
screams of pain. It saddened me to hear her sound like she
was being severely tortured. When I finally arrived at her
cell, I found her lying on the floor with her face down.
She would periodically stop crying long enough to yell out
a shriek of pain.

I stopped in front of her cell and said, "Jason, I've come
to help you."

The girl looked up at me, and then got up when she saw that
I was holding the jewelry. She moved quickly to the front
of the cell and reached her hands out between the bars to
grab the jewelry. She placed it between her breasts, and
somehow it attached itself to her.

"Who are you?" she asked. "How do you know my real name?"

"It's me," I said, "your brother, Tony."

Her eyes started to glow suddenly, and then her entire body
became bright. "YOU!?" her voice trembled in anger. "You,
you fucking pervert. You did this to me."

"Jason, I didn't..." I said, trying to explain that I did
all could to protect her from this situation, when she
blasted me and the cell door clear across the room.
Luckily, my suit protected me from harm, but when I looked
up next, Jason was gone.

Alarms rang loudly. The guard that was Tina's friend ran
toward me. "Are you all right?" she asked. I saw her
nametag, which read "Michelle Thompson".

"I'm all right, Michelle," I said, and quickly ran toward
the exit, hoping to somehow catch up to Jason. But before I
could go far, I heard a scream come from behind me. When I
turned to investigate, I saw an inmate holding Michelle by
her neck from behind her. Apparently, Jason had freed some
of the other inmates to create chaos. I desperately wanted
to run after Jason, but my sense of responsibility
prevented me from leaving this poor woman in
her current state.

I ran back toward Michelle and the inmate. When the inmate
saw me coming toward her, she let go of Michelle and lunged
for me. She kicked me, knocking me down, but fortunately
not hurting me. Michelle hit the inmate on the head, and
she passed out. Once I was sure that Michelle was all
right, I ran toward the exit. With all the chaos, the
guards did not even question me as I ran past the security
checks.

I got in Sean's car as quickly as possible. Not knowing
where else to go, I headed back to town. Jason had blamed
me for her transformation. She even called me a pervert.
Perhaps Dr. Stein convinced her that I wanted to be female
and that I was the cause behind his transformation. In a
way, I was. I had changed Dr. Stein's gender, and she used
my brother as a guinea pig to experiment on ways to change
back. Jason was probably hand picked because of his
relationship to me. If it weren't for me, Jason would still
be a normal male. I was to blame for everything. I began to
cry again in frustration and self-hatred.

As I reached town, I still didn't know what to do. I
started to head back to my apartment when I remembered that
the videotape was taken in the warehouse where I first met
Dr. Stein.

I knew that the chance of Dr. Stein and Jason being still
there would be slim to none. But I had nowhere else to go,
so I drove to the warehouse. The warehouse was just as I
remembered it, with trash and debris all over the place.
The building was still covered with graffiti. The doors
were locked with heavy chains and locks. "Closed" and "Do
Not Trespass" signs were everywhere.

I carefully approached the building. If I only had some
power left, I could make myself invisible. I was about to
head out to find some guy to charge my suit again when a
guy jumped me. Four more guys appeared. That's when I
figured it out. Dr. Stein purposely gave away his location,
in hopes that I would come to aid Jason. He was hoping to
capture me in a trap. As the men grabbed me and carried me
into the warehouse, I felt so stupid for falling right in.
I tried to resist, but the men were so strong there was
nothing I could do. At that moment, powerless as any little
girl, I felt very far from feeling like a super heroine.

The men put me into the same cell I was in just a few
months ago, and locked it securely. I could still see the
other cell across the room. But this time it was a good
thirty feet away.

"As you can see, my dear," Dr. Stein's feminine voice said,
"I have learned my lesson."

I turned to the direction from which Dr. Stein's voice was
coming, and saw her. "You don't know how many times I saw
the video tape of you drinking your friend's cum," she
said. "I do not like to lose."

"Where's Jason?" I asked.

"Jason is no more." I heard another feminine voice from the
other side of the room. I turned to see Jason in her
electric girl costume. "Thanks to you, my perverted
brother, I am Electrica."

"Jason..." I said, "please, I would have done anything to
stop this from happening to you."

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before going
around transforming yourself and others into girls,"
Electrica said.

"I didn't..." Before I could finish, I heard a loud
commotion.

Sean kicked the door down and proceeded toward my cell,
intending to free me. Five guys attempted to jump him, but
he was able to dodge each one of them. As two guys tried
again, Sean avoided them and then kicked them across their
heads, knocking them down. One of the remaining thugs
picked up a pipe and waved it around. The other two goons
grabbed Sean. As the guy with the pipe attempted to hit
him, Sean moved the two guys holding him into the path of
the pipe, and the pipe hit them and knocked them out.

Sean reached for and grabbed the pipe from the fifth guy
when Electrica blasted the pipe. This caused both Sean and
the guy to fly clear across the room. Dr. Stein took this
opportunity to point a device at Electrica's body.
"Enough," she said. "One more move from anyone and
Electrica dies."

I could clearly see the fear in Electrica's eyes, and did
not move a muscle. Sean also stood still.

"Good," Dr. Stein said, "you..." he pointed at Sean. "Get
in the second cell, and lock yourself in." He did as told.

"Now, you two remove your super suits and hand them to me,
or Electrica dies."

I knew that I was insuring my own doom if I took off my
super suit. But perhaps by doing so, I could save Jason.
Other than trying to force me and Sean to take off our
suits, there wasn't any reason for Dr. Stein to kill Jason.
Didn't he even save her from prison? Jason was transformed
into Electrica because of me. I owed her at least that
much. I slowly took off my suit and handed it to Dr. Stein.
Once off, my body changed from the image of the guard to
the naked default state.

I tried to modestly cover my body with my hands, but it was
impossible to cover all my delicate parts. I trembled as
the men stared at my naked body. Dr. Stein began to laugh.
"My men seem to like your girlfriend," she said to Sean.
"Perhaps I should let them have their way with her. Of
course, if you give me your suit, I will reconsider," she
said.

"Give us something to wear, and I will take off my suit."

I couldn't believe it. Sean was willing to sacrifice
himself just to save my modesty.

"I..." I started to cry. "I am sorry."

Dr. Stein quickly motioned one of his men to provide the
requested clothing. As I was getting dressed, Sean turned
toward me and said, "Don't ever leave me like that. I
followed you to the university intending to help you."

"What?" I said, shocked. "But you said...you said that you
weren't going to let me go through with it."

"You didn't let me finish," he said. "I was about to say I
wouldn't let you go through with it alone. I was still
against breaking your sister out of prison, but if I
couldn't convince you out of it, I was going to help you. I
love you more than anything in the world, and I would do
anything for you."

"Sean..." I said.

"If it wasn't for Marci, I would have never found you," he
said.

"Perhaps it would have been better that way," I said, as
tears flowed down my face. "At least you would be safe."

"I'd rather die with the woman I love, than live a billion
years," Sean replied, and with that, took off his suit. I
was shocked to see that Sean was still male. He didn't
change back to Susan. My shock must have shown through my
facial expression. "I know that you loved Susan," Sean
said, "but the male suit changed me permanently to Sean. I
am sorry." He began to cry.

I finally realized that Sean was just as compassionate as
Susan. He was just silent about his feelings. Sean refused
to take off his super suit; he wanted to hide the fact that
he could never be Susan again. He was trying to protect me
from the grief of losing someone I loved. That's when I
realized that I didn't lose the one I loved. Because,
whether he was Susan or Sean, I loved him.

"I love you..." I said.

"Enough," Dr. Stein said triumphantly, with both suits in
her hands. She was no longer threatening Jason, and I was
thankful for that. "Electrica, dispose of these creatures."

Jason looked puzzled. "You sacrificed yourselves for me?"
she said slowly.

"I gave you an order," Dr. Stein said. "If you ever want to
be recharged again, you will follow it now."

Jason suddenly blasted Dr. Stein. Before Dr. Stein's men
could react, Jason blasted open our cells. "Leave here
now!!!!," she yelled.

Sean grabbed me and, despite my protests, carried me out of
the room. As we were heading out the building, I saw Jason
blast each of Dr. Stein's men. But just as I thought Jason
would win the fight, I saw Dr. Stein grab the device that
he was holding over her. A charge came from the device and
met a blast from Jason. When the charge met the blast, a
great explosion occurred. Sean and I barely escaped as the
building collapsed from the explosion. I wanted to run back
to see if Jason was all right, but Sean held me tight. We
cried, watching the building burn down, until we heard
sirens. Sean carried me all the way to our apartment.

The news stated that five male bodies were found at the
scene of the fire, and that arson was suspected. I was
relieved to hear that Jason got out of the building, but a
little scared that so had Dr. Stein. However, fear gave way
to exhaustion as I fell asleep on the couch.

The next thing that I noticed was that Sean had picked me
up in his strong arms and was taking me to our bedroom.
Once he'd gently laid me down on the bed and put the
blanket over me, he then proceeded to head out of our room.
Sean was probably headed toward Marci's old room. We hadn't
slept in the same room for couple of weeks now.

"Sean," I said.

He stopped.

"Don't leave me," I said.

Sean turned to face me. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I will
never be Susan again."

"I love you," I said, and repeated, "please don't leave
me."

Sean came back toward the bed, and leaned down and kissed
me. His entire being intoxicated me with emotions. Before I
knew what was happening, Sean was in bed with me. That
night we made love as we'd never made love before. Passion
swept over our bodies as our legs and arms intertwined.
When his penis entered me, I knew that we would never be
apart again.

After it was safe to do so, Sean and I went back to the
destroyed warehouse to look for the super lover suits.
Unfortunately, they were gone. Sean's and my heroic days
were over...at least for a while. But the part about
"Together they were invincible," still remains true for us.
As they say in fairy tales, love conquers all.

Did we ever find out what happened to the super suits?
Well, that's another adventure involving some other author
or authors. They should tell the story.

 The end?  ---

Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed reading "Super Lovers - The End." This
is the fifth and so far final episode. In earlier episodes,
Tony becomes a super heroine named Tanya. Is this really
the end of the super suits? Well, that's up to someone
else. If anyone is interested in writing in the super
lovers universe, feel free. I just have the following
request:

1) Do not change the powers of the suits that I created.
You are welcome to use the suits that I created, but do not
change them. The female suit, when powered up, allows
mimicry of females, (look alike power, not power absorption
or power copy), invisibility, and shrinking. In order to
change others, there must be direct eye contact. The male
suit gives strength and temporary hypnosis (must have
direct eye contact) when powered up. Both suits prevent
their wearers from getting injured, even if they are not
charged up. Wearing either of the suits for more than
twenty-four hours will change the wearer permanently. Of
course, you are welcome to create your own suits with
different powers and properties. The new suits should be
significantly different from the super lover suits that I
created, not just
different variations of the same.

2) Leave my super suits for someone else when you finish
with them. Once you have completed your story or series of
stories, please leave the suits for someone else. Of
course, if you use your own suits, do what you want with
them.

3) Leave my characters as they are. You are welcome to use
any of my characters as supporting characters. But your
story should be mainly about others. I ask that if you use
my characters as supporting characters that you don't
change them.

4) I ask that the stories in this universe have transgender
scenes. They should also contain some adventure.

5) Please have fun. That's what it's all about.

6) If you don't mind too much, send me a copy of your
story. I would love to read it.

If you have any comments please e-mail me at:
angj@flash.net

Angela J