i felt like writing

I enjoy the slow changes she is going through and the fact she is remaining sweet for now. Like seeing the fury and power start to bubble through at times. I like bad girls overall but your story so far is great.

I'm imagining some dark times coming, but they will probably be set in the future. Another snapshot of a part of Linda's life, I suppose.

Finishing up at least one more segment in this snapshot first, though.

Jenny was breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering her face. Linda sat cross legged on the floor with her palms on Jenny's inner thighs.

"Hang on Linda, just one more!"

Jenny's thighs clamped together one final time. Then, they went back to resting position. Jenny wiped her face off with a towel.

"Okay, can we do leg presses now?"

Linda floated straight up from her seated position as Jenny lay down and lifted her legs. Linda landed softly on Jenny's feet, still cross legged, and slowly began to exert downward pressure.

"Oof! Okay stop!" Jenny began to press Linda up and down. "So what time is your date?"

"Oh, about an half hour from now. We're just gonna go watch a horror movie." Linda rolled her eyes. "Boys."

Jenny grunted as she continued her workout. Linda goes up, exhale. Linda comes down, breathe. "What are you gonna wear?"

Linda looked at her t-shirt and slightly baggy pants. "I dunno, this?"

"You could do a lot better than that, Lin."

"Yeah, but I'm worried about his health. The sexual frustration might cause his brain to explode."

"Hmm, his brain? Don't you mean his... Hey!!"

Linda increased her downward force just a bit more, causing Jenny's legs to tremble furiously.

"Okay, okay! Remind me to get weights that don't get offended next time!"

Both girls broke out into laughter. Linda hovered back to solid ground, placing one leg on the floor at a time. Jenny wobbled to her feet.

"Thanks for the workout, Lin. Knock em dead!"

"Will do. By the way, Jenny, you look really hot. Later!"

Linda blew Jenny a kiss, then flew through her open window. She watched from the clouds with satisfaction as Jenny went to shower, beginning a more intimate workout with her fingers.


Linda met Chris at the bus stop for the movie theater. They had arranged this date the day Chris stood up for her, preventing her from seriously injuring anyone. He didn't know her that well, but he knew that she was one of the nicer people in school and didn't deserve the bullying she was receiving. He never realized just how pretty she was, though. How could he have missed it?

That day, as they got off the school bus together, Chris realized that he wanted to ask her out. He started to say something to her, but mumbled lamely. Linda could only laugh as she recalled the memory. Her knight in shining armor, too nervous to ask her a simple question? She interrupted him and suggested the movies.

They were seated now, side by side, watching the movie. The movie frightened Linda, despite her new abilities. In real life, she could hear the masked murderer breathing from a mile away no matter how quietly he walked. She could see right through his mask if she wanted. But in the theater, it was just startling camera cuts. Much more terrifying than a real killer.

She squeaked as she tried to lean into Chris, but the armrest was in the way. She waited for the next crash from the speakers, and immediately broke the armrest with a snap as she gently shoved it upward with her fingers. She took his arm and placed it over her shoulder.

Chris' heart raced as he felt Linda rest her head on his shoulder. She still had her hand placed on his, absently moving her thumb back and forth over the back of his hand. He could feel her breast resting against his. It difficult to focus on the movie. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Linda smiled at the effect she was having on Chris. Her eyes were on the movie, but she focused entirely on him, stroking his hand gently. She could see the bulge in his trousers and hear Chris' heart thumping through his chest. If this continued any longer, she would cause him to blow his load right there. She puckered her lips and blew a stream of cold breath over his crotch.

Chris' eyes flew open as he felt something extremely cold waft over him. He decided it was some strange burst of air conditioning. He felt Linda's hand slow down. If he ever met the technicians at the theater, he'd have to thank them for preventing him from embarrassing himself.

From the bus stop, they reached his house first. They walked hand in hand, and as she said good night, she leaned in to kiss him. She exhaled on him just before their lips met, and after a few seconds of massaging his lips with her own, she pulled away. Chris' eyes burned with lust as he stood there against the door, breathing heavily. He said good night, then quickly ran inside the door. He could still smell Linda's perfume or shampoo or whatever on his clothes. He spent that night relieving himself over and over.

Linda stood outside, smiling over her sexual control, ecstatic that Chris hadn't tried to make any moves on her.


She was walking home when she heard a scream from 10 blocks away, downtown. She recognized the voice; it was Katie, leader of her own group of mean girls, queen bitch of the high school. Linda was tempted to let her get what she deserved, but she heard Katie cry out again. It sounded as if she were really in trouble.

Linda sped onto the scene in the blink of an eye. She saw Katie in a torn nightclub dress in the alley behind a club and two men blocking her exit. The one with a knife spoke to her first.

"Little girl couldn't get into a real club with her fake ID, could she? Let's show her what the grownup world is like."

Linda chose this moment to announce her arrival. "Hey!"

"Look what we have here! Looks like we won't have to share tonight!" Knifey said to baldy.

"Run, Katie!" Linda screamed.

"Oh no you don't!" Baldy grabbed Katie by the wrist. "Nobody's going anywhere!"

Linda grabbed a garbage lid and flung it like a frisbee at baldy. He was struck hard in the solar plexus, leaving him winded. Katie took her chance and ran off, sobbing.

"Hey, are you okay?!" He focused his knife on Linda.

"No, he won't be okay. And neither will you."

Linda ran at him at normal speed. He slashed at her, but she dodged easily, then flicked his nose with her finger. A spurt of blood erupted from his shattered nose as he stumbled backward. He slashed again blindly, in desperation, but Linda grabbed his wrist, squeezing it hard enough to force him to drop his knife. With her other hand, she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet. He dangled for a second, kicking and thrashing, before she squeezed a little bit harder, causing him to pass out. She let him go.

The bald one watched the entire thing happen. An unarmed girl had taken out his buddy in under a minute, and now she was glaring at him. He begged for mercy.

"Please, please don't hurt me..."

Linda sneered at him in disgust. "And who are you gonna tell about this?"

"No one, nobody I swear please leave me alone!"

Linda walked up to him with her fist balled up. She punched him lightly in the gut, causing him to double over.

"I... won't... tell...," he managed to say, his voice raspy.

"Oh, I know you won't." Linda lifted him by his chin with one hand, forcing him to his feet. "But it'll have to look like you got in a fight with your buddy here."

With her nail, she sliced him in three places as he tried to scream out in pain. She covered his mouth and muffled any sounds coming out. When his screams died down to a whimper, she held him against a wall with her left hand and presented a finger to his forehead.

"Good night." Her poke knocked him out cold as he slumped to the ground.

the start of the next segment

Linda's summer was spent on self discovery and improvement. She had graduated nearly top of her class with minimal effort, and she was ready to remake her own image for college. High school became bearable after the episode with the would be rapists. The mean girls left her alone after they heard that she had saved one of their own. Still, no longer would she have to hide her changes from people who already knew her; it was time to start over.

She spent a few days in the northern part of the world. Floating out of her bedroom window in the dead of night, Linda never had a destination in mind, as long as it was cold and isolated. Standing bare naked in the mountains, she felt and enjoyed the cold harsh winds that pushed against her body. It made her feel like she was stronger than mother nature herself.

Today, she stood at the base of a mountain, looking up and through the snow covered rock. In an instant, her pupils glowed red, and two hot beams sliced their way from bottom to peak, creating a sudden downpour.

Linda smiled before she exhaled a steady, cool stream of breath. The water nearest her froze over immediately, and the rest of it slowed to a crawl, solidifying as it reached the front. When the ice block she was creating became too high and the water started flowing around the sides, Linda tilted her head and imagined breathing even colder. The rest of the water flash froze in an instant. She turned her head from left to right, and all of the water she had created just a second ago froze to solid ice.

Surrounded on three sides by her own ice sculpture, Linda admired her handiwork. Seeing her reflection on all sides reminded her of that fateful day in the house of mirrors. She silently thanked whoever had given her these powers, and flew home.

She also spent the summer taking self defense classes. After a minimal amount of persuasion, she convinced Jenny to enroll with her. Linda realized how important it was to hide her strength if she wanted to avoid investigation. Nobody had asked too many questions about how a pair of criminals had gotten so beaten up, but Linda had peeked through police files and eavesdropped with her super hearing, and it was clear that they didn't believe the two criminals had gotten into an altercation between themselves.

The self defense classes were nothing fancy; they were taught how to inflict maximum pain with minimal strength in order to get away. Palm strikes, foot stomping, little things that took advantage of the fragility of the human body. The hardest part would be for Linda not to overdo it. She spent her time in the mountains practicing landing blows on rock without shattering them into a million pieces.

unfortunately, this is where i want some more important things to happen so i'm having a harder time writing it