Transformatrix 4000

01 Jun 2006 03:14 #5657 by argonaut
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"Daryl Wexler?"

There was a pause. Then a voice -- cautious, hesitant. "Who is it?"

Agent Evans held his badge up to the fisheye. "National Intelligence Bureau. Open the door, Mr. Wexler."

Another pause. "Er ... just a moment." Agent Evans glanced at the business card thumbtacked to the door -- DARYL WEXLER, COMPUTER REPAIR, WEB DESIGN -- as deadbolts snapped and chains slid back.

The door opened a few inches. A face -- pudgy, unshaven, bespectacled -- peered out. "What do you -- ?"

Agent Evans strode through the tiny foyer, followed by Agent Ortiz. "Mr. Wexler, we have a -- holy shit!"

Agent Ortiz, a step behind him, whistled softly. "This guy's got one serious jones."

One side of the studio apartment was taken up by a long workbench cluttered with monitors, hard drives, and other computer parts in various stages of disassembly. There were a few nondescript pieces of furniture -- a sofa bed, a table, chairs, bookshelves. And the walls -- every square foot -- were covered with posters, magazine covers, and newspaper clippings, all devoted to one subject.

The room was a shrine to Paris Hilton.

Agent Evans glanced at the table. There, unsurprisingly, lay the newest issue of US magazine. Paris Hilton seemed to be smirking at him from the cover, alongside the words SUPER HOT -- OR SUPER, NOT?

Agent Evans frowned. If the spoiled brat wanted to play coy about having super-powers, that was fine with the NIB. But sooner or later she was bound to go completely public, and they wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. To say nothing of all the other super-women who seemed to be popping up everywhere. And the ones in quarantine -- how much longer could the Stronghold contain them? The NIB was working round the clock, planting disinformation, distracting the public with conflicting reports, trying to keep a lid on the story -- but it was like fighting the Hydra. Sooner or later -- probably sooner -- the whole house of cards was gloing to collapse ... and so was the chief.

Agent Evans cleared his throat. "Mr. Wexler," he said, "we have a warrant to search these premises, and another for your arrest -- "

"What for?" Wexler squeaked.

"Using a medical procedure not approved by the FDA, and practicing medicine without a license."

Wexler looked blank for a moment; then comprehension dawned in his myopic eyes. "It's true, isn't it?" he said eagerly. "She's got super-powers, doesn't she? I knew it!" Somewhat self-consciously, he adjusted the front of his trousers.

"We'll ask the questions, Mr. Wexler. Cooperate, and things will go much easier for you -- I promise." He showed Wexler a sheet of paper. "On April 22nd, you posted this at a website called Uber Girl Frenzy." He read aloud: "I think Paris Hilton with super-powers would be so hot. She's kind of skinny, and an airhead, but her spoiled, self-centered attitude would make her a perfect super bad girl, IMO ...'

"Yeah, so what?"

"Just paint in the details for us, Mr. Wexler. You then received an email from 'Genrefan' ... when, exactly?"

"I dunno. Three or four days later, maybe."

"And how did he instruct you to pick up the Transformatrix?"

"I was supposed to go to the back room of a little second-hand book shop on Publishers Row. It was just a hole-in-the-wall. Some guy would hand the gizmo over to me."

"An elderly man? Short, bald-headed? Big tufts of hair growing out of his ears?"

"Yeah. He looked kind of like Yoda."

Agent Evans nodded. So far, Wexler's story matched what the kid in Indiana had told them.

"So he gave you the Transformatrix. Where is it, by the way?" Wexler averted his eyes. "Mr. Wexler, we do have a search warrant."

"It's in that shoe box on my workbench." Agent Ortiz opened the box and took out a gadget, apparently identical to the one Bobby Franklin had given them. "It doesn't work any more," Wexler said as Agent Ortiz bagged the device. "I tried it on this girl who works at Borders, and this totally hot student at Northwestern who hired me to set up a website for her ..."

"Let's talk about Paris Hilton, Mr. Wexler. How did you get close enough to use the Transformatrix on her?"

"It was all arranged for me. The Yoda guy gave me a round-trip plane ticket to Los Angeles, and explained how she was going to be attending some kind of award ceremony. He wrote down the address and the time and everything. He even gave me a press badge so I could mingle with the reporters and papparazzi outside the theater."

"So you went. And then?"

"She showed up -- just like the guy said. Our eyes met for just a second while she was walking up the carpet, but I swear she smiled at me."

"That's nice. So then you zapped her with your little ray-gun and ...?"

"And nothing. She just went into the theater. But the guy told me that the Transformatrix would have a delayed effect." Wexler shrugged. "That's it. I flew back to Chicago the next day. But then all these stories began to appear in the news -- "

"Thank you, Mr. Wexler. That will be all for now. We're going to impound your hard drives, and of course we'll be taking this." He held up the evidence bag containing the Transformatrix. "Oh, and we'll want the name of that book shop. Don't leave town -- we might want to talk with you again."

"I -- I'm not under arrest?" Wexler seemed oddly disappointed. "But -- but you have to arrest me! It'll be in the news -- and then she'll know I'm the one who gave her super-powers!" His eyes lit up. "Maybe she'd come to thank me in person! Oh, man -- "

Agent Evans's cell phone beeped. Gratefully, he stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind him.


"Hey, Dwight. This is Agent Boggs."

"Wade! What's up?"

"A ton of shit has hit the fan, that's what. There's been a breakout at the Stronghold, five or six super-women are mixing it up in Seattle -- oh, and some high-school cheerleaders in Metropolis are putting on a half-time show you wouldn't believe."

"And the chief?"

"Hospital. Bleeding ulcer."

"When, dammit?"

"Twelve-fifteen local time. Agent Garciaparra won the pool."

"Damn!" said Agent Evans. "I was only off by four hours!"

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02 Jun 2006 16:45 #5675 by Spulo
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"I didn't really think it'd work." whispered Bobby, holding the useless Transformatrix in his hands as Denise listened to his story. "I wished that it would...and it has, hasn't it?"

Denise nodded. "Jill's a regular superwoman now. Speed, flight, strength..." She smiled. "Sometimes in the morning, we'd work out together, playing catch with a tank...never realised how light they were..."

"A t-tank? You're joking...right?"

Denise's smile widened. "I'm not joking. These hands have torn apart the hardest substances known to man as if they were nothing...well, to me, Jill, and the others, they are nothing."

Bobby didn't know what to say. "Wow..." was all he could manage.

"Wow is right...but you know what? As great as these powers are, and as fantastic as I feel...I'd give it all up to be able to hold my husband and my little girl again..."

"But why don't you?" Bobby asked. "You're free now. Why have you come here?"

"Oh, I'm free now, but they know where I live. My house is surrounded by waiting armed guards and even though I'm bullet-proof family isn't. I won't risk their lives."

"So...what are you going to do?"

"Work on finding that facility where they're holding Jill and the others, and get them to leave with me...except I've no idea where to start..."

Bobby thought for a moment. "When I asked at school about her...I was told her mail was being forwarded on..."

"Where to, did you see?"


Denise sighed. "If I can get them out...make all this public and force someone in authority to accept us as normal citizens again..."

"Have you seen the news?" Bobby asked. "Paris Hilton's one of you...she was tearing up the city."

"Oh God...I was afraid of something like that. The girls I met at the facility were all nice - I don't think any of them want anything other than to go back to their old lives. But if psychos like her start getting superpowers..."

"I've ruined everything, haven't I?" Bobby said suddenly.

"Er...what makes you say that?"

"Between Miss Henderson and're a teacher...if you found out one of your students had had...fantasies about you...had acted on them, and given you superpowers...what would you do?"

"I don't know." Denise replied. "I mean, I assume it's someone in my class...I like what's happened. OK, the guns and the soldiers and not being able to see my family, that all sucks. But having these powers is...simply amazing. I guess it would depend on who the person was who did this to me." She smiled. "You're worried about how she'll react when she finds out..."


"Bobby, she likes you...more than she lets on, I think. And she loves what's happened to her. Look...could I see that site you posted on?"

It took Denise just a second to read the post Bobby had written on the UGF website, while Bobby himself sat next to her, now thoroughly ashamed of himself. How could he have been so selfish as to put Miss Henderson in danger like this?

"But...there had to be more than this." Denise said quietly, bringing Bobby out of his thoughts. "How did they get your home address to send you the coupon?"

"No idea..."

"Can I see the coupon?"

Bobby shook his head. "The shop manager kept the whole thing."

"But you remember where that shop is, right?"


"OK then..." Denise logged off the computer and smiled at Bobby. "Then how about we go down there?"


"Now would be best...I imagine a flying woman would cause less of a stir at night...we go there, find out all we can, then go to the school and get the forwarding address they had for Jill."

"Break into the school?" Bobby asked.

" do you think I got your address in the first place?" Denise smiled. "Don't worry, I won't get you into trouble, and you'll be back here before dawn. I'm offering you a chance to see a real superwoman in action...what do you say?"

Bobby didn't reply for a moment. "Look, you're embarassed. I understand. I'm your favorite fantasy come to life - but I don't have time to waste. I wanna see my family again ASAP. Now, are you help me save Jill?"

"Well...when you put it like that..." Bobby replied. "After what I've done, it's the least I can do."

"Right." Denise suddenly scooped Bobby up in her arms, and looked down at him. "And I don't think you've ruined anything between you and Jill. If anything, I think she'll be flattered...when you explain it to her."

Bobby, lying helpless in the arms of a beautiful superwoman, was too stunned to reply.

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03 Jun 2006 03:38 #5679 by argonaut
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Bobby, lying helpless in the arms of a beautiful superwoman, was too stunned to reply ...

... for a moment.

"Wait a second," he said suddenly. "You've got super-vision, right?"

"Well -- yes ..."

"So can't you use your super-vision to locate this place? I mean, if you broke out of it, you must know where it is, right?"

Denise shook her head. "It's not as easy as that," she replied. "I was being held in a special underground facility. I think they put me there because I said I wanted to go home." Anger flashed in her eyes. "They said we were free to leave whenever we wanted, and I was naive enough to believe them. Long story short, I broke out of my cell and started climbing up an elevator shaft -- digging my fingers into the metal walls and pulling myself up like a rock-climber.

"About halfway up, my fingers slipped -- but instead of falling back down the shaft, I just ... floated in mid-air. Suddenly I could fly -- or maybe I'd had that power all along and hadn't realized it, I don't know. Well, I shot upward -- faster than a speeding bullet, to coin a phrase -- and punched right through the top of the shaft. Solid steel, at least six inches thick, and I burst through it as if it were tissue paper."

Bobby nodded, hanging on every word. This was just like one of those stories posted at Uber Girl Frenzy.

"But I couldn't slow down at first," Denise continued. "I just kept going up, up into the night sky until I was -- I don't know, miles above the ground. I could see the Earth's curvature, just like in the satellite pictures, and the patches of light from the big cities. It's funny -- I've always been afraid of heights, my husband even has to hold my hand during airplane trips ... but now I wasn't at all afraid of being thousands of feet up in the air. It was ... wonderful.

"But I'd gotten turned around -- I'd lost my bearings, and I had no idea where I'd been held prisoner. I figured they'd expect me to head for home, so I flew here instead. Jill was my best friend at the clinic. I guess I just wanted to talk with someone who knew her ..."

Bobby nodded. "I'm glad you did. But I doubt you'll find her by breaking into the school and looking up her forwarding address. Whoever is holding her -- and all those other women -- wouldn't leave such an obvious trail."

Denise grinned. "Good thinking. Jill was right about you." Bobby blushed. "So what do you suggest?"

Bobby thought for a moment. His eye fell on a copy of the Daily Planet lying on the floor. "Maybe we can call on the power of the press," he said. "If we could get a reporter from a big newspaper like the Planet to listen to your story ..."

"Good idea." Bobby found the Planet's toll-free number under the masthead and took out his cell phone. Following the recorded instructions, he deftly enrtered a series of numbers and letters.

"This is Clark Kent," announced a recorded message. "I'm not available at the moment, but -- " Bobby broke off the connection.

"Let's try Lois Lane," he suggested. Again, his fingers darted over the keypad. He handed the cell phone to Denise. "Maybe you should talk to her."

* * * * * * * *

A cell phone beeped half a continent away. Lois Lane's gloved hand reached into the pouch in her cape and pulled it out.

"Ultrawo -- I mean, Lois Lane," she said. She listened intently to the words that poured into her ear. The speaker's story was somewhat disjointed, but Lois's journalistic instincts assured her it was true. "Welcome to the club," she said presently. "Yes, that's right -- me, too ... Where are you, exactly? ... All right, I'll be there in a minute."

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04 Jun 2006 00:17 #5685 by Spulo
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This has to be a dream.

That was the only thought going through Bobby's mind. After years of fantasising, suddenly there were two beautiful superwomen in his bedroom. And one of them was in full costume - Ultrawoman, no less!

"You're exactly what I've been looking for." said Lois, after Denise had explained her story. "It doesn't explain what's really behind all this, but it does explain the disappearances."

"Will you publish it?" Denise asked.

"If you do that, won't whoever runs this facility maybe...move it somewhere else?" Bobby asked. "They might even hurt these women..."

Lois grinned at him. "Don't worry about us, kid. We're pretty tough. But they might move said that device used on you knocked you out long enough for them to move you..."

"Right." replied Denise.

"What I don't get is...there are fifty superwomen in that compound, right?"

"At least."

"Why do they stay? Anyone of them could tear that place apart in a dozen different ways without breaking a sweat."

"It's the thrill of it." Denise explained. "These powers are all so new to us...we get caught up in pushing ourselves to the limit, seeing how far we can go."

"Except we have no limits..." Lois said quietly. "Since this Transformatrix thing hit me, I've done things that I wasn't even able to do when I first became Ultrawoman...and that's saying something."

"Paris Hilton nearly killed Supergirl earlier." Bobby reminded them. He knew they wouldn't have forgotten, he just felt like he should say something in order to keep up.

"Supergirl'll be alright." Lois replied. "Look, Denise...I wanna run this story, front page, and blow this thing wide open...but I'm not convinced that's the right thing to do."

"What do you think we should do then?"

Lois sighed. "Follow up this lead Bobby's given you, for now. That might lead us to whoever causing this...but it doesn't help the others."

"But, like you said, they're all pretty tough." Bobby replied. "Once they try to leave-"

"Once they try to leave, they'll get that Par-Las thing turned on them." Denise reminded him.

"Not if they all broke out together!" Lois interrupted. "Is there any way to get a message inside? Any contact with the outside world, at all?"

Denise shook her head. "We got daily phonecalls out, but none in. No mail, no television, or radio, or internet..."

"Dammit..." Lois hissed. "Guess I'll just have to run the story, and hope for the best...but right now, we check out that store in the mall where Bobby got his Transformatrix, alright? You ready to go?"

"Sure." replied Denise. "But what about..." She pointed to Bobby. "I promised him he could come...and he does wanna make up for what he's done..."

Lois studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I guess he can come along. Just one question, Bobby."

"What is it...Ultrawoman?"

"Which one of us do you want to carry you?"

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07 Jun 2006 08:14 #5717 by argonaut
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Dr. Klyburn lowered her horn-rimmed glasses and gazed across her desk at Jill Henderson.

"What's this I hear," she asked with mock severity, "about your wanting to leave us?"

"That's all right, isn't it?" asked Jill, somewhat taken aback. "When I came here, you said -- "

"Of course it's all right," beamed Dr. Klyburn. "Goodness, it's not as if we're keeping you prisoner -- even if we could. It's just that we're sorry to see you go. You've made such a remarkable adjustment to your ... transformation. You're an inspiration to all of us."

"Thank you," said Jill, blushing slightly.

"But," said Dr. Klyburn, folding her hands on her desk and leaning forward, "I was hoping you might consider staying a little longer -- just a few days. We could use your ... expertise."

"My expertise?" Jill was puzzled.

"You see, a young woman checked in this morning. And when I say 'a young woman' ... well, this girl is still two months shy of her seventeenth birthday. And she's ... not happy about what's happened to her. She needs someone to talk to, and all of our counselors are booked solid."

"But -- "

"Now you took courses in adolescent psychology for your teaching certificate," Dr. Klyburn went on, "and your principal says that you have a phenomenal rapport with your students. As I said, this girl needs someone to talk to, and I'm hoping it might be you. What do you say ... Jill?"

Jill thought for a moment. She was eager to return home, to resume the life that had been so unexpectedly interrupted. But helping young people was her vocation. And it would be ... well, ungrateful to refuse ...

"All right," she smiled. "I'll be happy to talk with her."

"Wonderful!" beamed Dr. Klyburn. "I can't tell you how much this will mean to her ... and us. I'll introduce you to her right now."

Rising, she conducted Jill out of the office and down the corridor toward the cafeteria.

"Her name is Amber Slater," Dr. Klyburn said. "She's a high-school student from Metropolis. Very bright -- skipped a grade back in elementary school, so she's a senior, a year younger than most of her classmates. A cheerleader, I understand. Cute as a button."

The two women paused at the door of the cafeteria. The room was deserted, except for a girl hunched over a can of Coke at a table in one corner.

"Amber," said Dr. Klyburn, approaching the table where the girl was sitting, "this is Miss Henderson. She's a high-school teacher. She can answer any questions you might have about this place."

The girl looked up. "Hi," she said shyly, forcing a wobbly smile.

She was small -- five foot two or so, just about Jill's height, though her figure was more pronounced. A pretty face -- somewhat on the round side -- was framed by long straight blonde hair and highlighted by a pair of large blue eyes. She was wearing blue jeans and a baggy blue varsity sweater.

"Well!" beamed Dr. Klyburn, "I'll just let the two of you get acquainted, then." She turned and strode out of the cafeteria.

"Hello, Amber," smiled Jill, sitting down across from her. She noticed that the girl's cheeks were moist and her eyes were glistening with tears -- though they weren't red. Then she realized: Of course -- her eyes don't feel irritation.

Having counseled a number of tearful students over the past eight months, Jill took care to have a supply of Kleenex about her at all times. Reaching into her handbag, she took out a packet of tissues and handed them to the girl.

"Thanks." Amber wiped her face and blew her nose. Again, she made an effort to smile. "So are you, like, strong, too?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," Jill replied matter-of-factly.

"So I guess you went to one of those transformation clinics, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's how you got strong, isn't it?"

"Actually, I don't know how I became so strong. All I know is, I fainted outside my classroom one afternoon about a week ago. I woke up in the local hospital, and then I was taken here almost immediately. You've come to a good place, Amber. The people here helped me adjust to having super-powers, and they can help you, too -- "

Amber's face crumpled into a mask of distress, and fresh tears began to stream from her eyes. "Can they -- can they make me the way I used to be?" she asked, pulling a fresh Kleenex from the packet.

"Not so far as I know," Jill replied, gently but honestly. "You don't want to be this way?" She was careful to keep her tone neutral, non-judgmental.

"No!" the girl wailed. "I've ruined everything -- with my parents, my boyfriend ... everything! God, why did I listen to those other girls?"

"Tell me what happened."

Amber dabbed at the cheeks, sniffling. "All the girls on the cheerleading squad got these coupons for a free visit to the Transformatrix clinic. It's in an office building in downtown Metropolis. Regina was the first to go. She thought it was for some kind of make-over, but the next day at practice she told us how this creepy guy shone some kind of flashlight on her and the next morning she had super-strength. We all thought she was joking, of course, but then she took us to where all the school buses were parked and she lifted the back of one of the buses like it weighed nothing at all, so we knew she was telling the truth.

"Well, Regina said we should all go. She said, just think of the routines we could perform if we had super-powers." Amber smiled ruefully. "I guess it sounds kind of funny -- using super-powers just to smoke the competition at cheerleading -- but cheerleading is, like, Regina's life. And it did sound pretty cool ...

"Gretchen and Karen went that afternoon, and sure enough, the next day they had super-powers, too. So the day after that all the other girls skipped school to get their treatment. I didn't want to cut classes, with AP exams coming up, so I went right after school." Amber blinked back more tears. "My parents figured I was at cheerleading practice. They had no idea I was taking a bus downtown to get super-powers. They wouldn't even let me get my ears pierced until I was sixteen. Oh, man, I am gonna be so grounded when they find out ..."

"What happened when you got there?" Jill asked.

"Well, like Regina said, there was this guy sitting behind a desk. He kind of creeped me out, the way he kept looking at my breasts -- "

"He didn't try to ... touch you, did he?" asked Jill, frowning.

"No! If he had, I would have walked right out of there. Which I guess would have been a good thing. No, he just had me stand underneath a flashlight mounted to a bracket on the ceiling. That's what it looked like, an ordinary flashlight. Then he turned it on with a remote ..."

Amber raised the Coke can to her lips, but it was empty.

"Would you like another?" asked Jill, fishing some change out of her handbag. Amber nodded. Jill got a Coke from the machine and brought it back to their table.

"So then what happened?" asked Jill as Amber opened the can and took a sip.

"Well, I felt warm all over, and kinda woozy. For a second I thought I might pass out, but I didn't want to give the guy an excuse to grope me. So I put my hand against the wall to steady myself until I felt better. Then I got out of there as fast as I could.

"There was a Little Caesar's next to the office building, so I went inside and ordered a small veggie pizza. I was so worried about what I'd just done that I didn't realize I'd scarfed the whole pizza until I saw the box was empty."

Jill was intrigued. The feeling of warmth, the dizziness, the appetite -- those had been her own symptoms. This Transformatrix -- had someone used it on her? But who? And why?

Amber was going on with her story.

" -- funny, I'd eaten a whole pizza just an hour before, but I had second helpings of everything at dinner. And then after dinner, I went right to my room to see if I'd gotten any stronger. Sure enough, I could lift my bed off the floor with one finger like it weighed nothing. I guess I should have been pretty excited, but I was actually feeling kinda wiped, so I went to bed and fell right asleep.

"The next day at school was awful. I couldn't concentrate in any of my classes. Regina had made us promise to keep our super-powers a secret until the big cheerleading competition that weekend, which was fine with me, but I was afraid I might cause some kind of accident with my strength. I kinda didn't want to see the other girls on the squad, so I skipped practice -- oh my God, Regina must be so pissed off at me -- and I met up with my boyfriend Greg after school and asked him to take me to this pizza place where we hang out."

Amber seemed to be on the verge of tears again.

"Well, I told Greg about the clinic and my super-powers and everything. He didn't believe me at first, and I guess I can't blame him. But one thing led to another, and finally he put his elbow on the table and challenged me to arm-wrestle with him."

A large tear rolled down one cheek.

"I wasn't trying to show off or embarrass him or anything, but he totally freaked when I pinned his arm down. I just wanted to show him that I was telling the truth, so we could talk about it. But Greg's a big guy. He plays football and lacrosse and he works out. So getting beaten by his five-foot-two-inch girlfriend must have been pretty freaky. And it didn't help that some kids at the next table saw it and started making sarcastic comments.

"Greg's face got bright red and he ran out the door. I followed him. I put my hand on his shoulder and he spun around with this strange expression on his face, like he was afraid of me. Oh, God, I just wanted him to hug me, but when I took a step toward him with my arms out, he shouted 'Get away from me!' and ran off down the sidewalk.

"And then I realized -- he was afraid I'd hurt him with my strength. And he was right, wasn't he? I'll never be able to hug anyone again -- not my parents, not my boyfriend, not anybody! Tears were flowing freely from her eyes, and her shoulders shook as she sobbed into her Kleenex.

"Amber," said Jill, putting her hand over the girl's. "Amber, listen to me. Look, you can squeeze a block of steel as if it were soft clay, right?"

Amber nodded.

"But you're holding that aluminum can without crushing it, aren't you?"

Amber looked at the can, comprehension dawning in her eyes.

"Amber, you're not going to hurt anyone by shaking hands, or hugging them, or ... anything else. As for Greg -- well, he has to get used to the idea that you've got super-powers ... just as you do. Give him time. He'll come to accept the new you. Or if he doesn't -- well, that's his problem, not yours. Amber, listen. You're a beautiful young woman. You're smart and you care about people. Any boy in the world should be proud to be your boyfriend."

Amber smiled ruefully, still skeptical. "Even if I'm a gazillion times stronger thn he is?"

"Boys are funny, Amber. There are probably guys out there who think a super-powered girlfriend would be pretty sexy."


Jill nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Amber grinned. "You wouldn't happen to know any guys like that, would you?"

* * * * * * * *

This has to be a dream, Bobby thought for the dozenth time that evening.

He was lying in Denise's arms as she flew through the night sky above Midvale. Ultrawoman flew alongside them, her maroon cape streaming dramatically behind her. The night air was chilly, and Bobby wished he'd put on a jacket, but it didn't seem to bother either of the women. Bobby glanced down at the rooftops and lawns spread out below him. He'd lived in Midvale all his life, but he'd never seen it from this vantage point.

Now they were following the highway that led westward out of town, passing through fields of corn and wheat, until they arrived at the little strip mall where Bobby had picked up his Transformatrix. Alighting gently on the empty parking lot, Denise set Bobby down. Ultrawoman landed gracefully beside them.

"All right, Bobby," she said. "Show me where you got that gizmo."

Bobby pointed to a narrow storefront between a Chinese restaurant and a Blockbuster. A notice -- SPACE TO LET, CALL 555-2801 -- had been put up in the window. Ultrawoman gazed intently at the storefront for several seconds.

"Nothing," she said presently. "I've scanned every dust mote and cobweb with my super-vision, and I'm coming up empty. Whoever was here, Batman himself wouldn't be able to trace him."

"So, uh, what are we going to do?" asked Bobby. He was shivering slightly, rubbing his hands together.

Ultrawoman removed her cape and handed it to Bobby, who wrapped it gratefully around his shoulders.

"Well, I've got a ... colleague who's working on the Transformatrix angle," said Ultrawoman. "Let's turn our attention to that secret compound where Denise was being held." She turned to Denise. "You say that armed agents are staking out your house?"

"Well, I haven't actually seen them -- I just assumed -- "

"A reporter assumes nothing," said Ultrawoman. "Where do you live, exactly?"

"Landry, Texas. 860 Catalpa Street."

Ultrawoman cast her gaze to the southwest. "A green two-story house with a front porch?" she asked. "The name 'Jordan' on the mailbox?"

"That's it."

"Well, you were right," Ultrawoman said. "There's a DPW truck parked across the street, with two NIB gents inside. They've got surveillance equipment, guns, and some kind of high-tech ordnance I don't recognize."

"It must be a Par-Las. That's the weapon that knocked me out a couple of days ago."

Ultrawoman smiled. "I'm guessing you're tougher now. What do you say we pay them a visit?"

"No! I can't put my husband and daughter in danger -- "

"We're superwomen, remember? We can whisk that truck miles away before they know what's happening. If you don't like the odds, we can call in some friends of mine. I'm sure Kara and DeeAnn would be happy to provide back-up."

Bobby blinked. "Kara" -- that must be Supergirl! And could "DeeAnn" be DeeAnn Donovan, the fitness model? Was she super now? Oh, man, he thought, this just gets better and better ...

"What do you say?" asked Ultrawoman. "Those guys must know where the compound is -- or know someone who does."

Denise hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head, grinning. "I suppose if we ask them nicely ..."

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"Kara?" whispered DeeAnn as she floated gracefully onto Kara's apartment balcony and let herself in. "Kara? Are you awake?"

She was surprised when Kara stepped out of her bedroom, hands on in hips, clad in her Supergirl costume and looking none the worse for wear. In fact, had DeeAnn not seen Paris Hilton almost crush her to a pulp earlier, she would have sworn that the Girl of Steel had never looked better.

"You heard Lois' call?" she asked.

Kara nodded. "What took you so long?"

"So long? It was only a few seconds. Anyway, I was on the other side of the planet."

"Fair enough."

DeeAnn was amazed. "You look..."

"I told you I'd heal fast." Kara replied. "How've you been getting on?"

"Oh, fine...yeah, just...flying around, helping people."

"You're all over the news...did you know that?"

DeeAnn shook her head. " I hadn't thought about that."

"They've identified you - DeeAnn Donovan is Superwoman."

"Oh, no..." DeeAnn sighed. "I guess...I should have put some thought into this. A disguise...or something..."

"It's too late now." Kara replied. "They interviewed your family..."

"Oh God...a-and...?"

Kara grinned. "And they all said the same thing - that you're perfect superhero material, and that they're all proud of you. They just want you to go home."

"I will." DeeAnn said firmly. "After I've done this...I'll go home...sorry, I just lost track of time. I don't feel tired at all."

"No, you won't do." replied Kara. "Anyway, come on - we can talk on the way."

"There it is." whispered Lois, as she and the others floated miles over the DPW truck. "They can't detect us from up here."

"That cannon on the top of the van is a Par-Las." Denise explained. "It's supposed to be the ultimate weapon - designed to utterly incinerate enemy personnel and destroy their equipment."

"So we keep away from it?" DeeAnn asked.

"Well, yes...but can't hurt us." Denise replied. "What it does least the first time I experienced utterly overwhelm you with constant orgasms until it gets switched off...or until you break it."

"So that's the part to keep away from." Lois said. "This is the plan - Kara, DeeAnn and I grab the van and get it as far away from here as possible. While we're...chatting...with our two friends, Denise can spend some time with her family."

"What about me?" asked Bobby.

"I'll take you home first, I think." Denise replied. "Don't worry, this won't be the last you'll see of any of us. After school tomorrow, I'll come and find you - let you know what's happening."

Lois could see Bobby was disappointed. "It's better you're not around when things start getting violent." she said.

"I guess you're right...well, it's been...more incredible than I could have imagined...meeting you guys...oh, er, Ultrawoman..." Bobby offered her her cape back, but she didn't take it.

"Keep it." she said. "I've got a few spares. Souvenir of your night."

Bobby looked down, dumbstruck, at her gift. "I...don't know what to say...thank you...all of you, so much."

"Come on then." Denise said quietly. "Let's get you home."

As she flew away with Bobby in her arms, the remaining superwomen smiled at each other. "Cute kid." Supergirl said.

"You do realise that he could make a fortune if he sold that thing on Ebay?" Superwoman joked.

"He'd make even more selling his story to the papers." Supergirl replied - before remembering she was actually in the presence of a reporter. "Sorry, Lois."

"That's alright...but I don't think he would anyway." Ultrawoman smiled at her two friends. " both ready to do this?"

Ortiz sat hunched inside the van, watching the surveillance cameras as they scanned constantly for any sign of movement around Denise's home. "I don't think she's coming." he told Wade.

Wade sat down next to Ortiz and handed him a coffee. "She will. Just be patient."

Ortiz shook his head. "No, this is ludicrous. She must know she's being followed. What time is it..." He glanced at his watch. "Nearly midnight."

"Then we've got six hours or so to wait yet." Wade replied.

"Great. Six hours of staring at..." He glanced at the monitor. "Nothing?"

"Let me see." Wade leaned in close. "Check the cameras."

"They're all working fine...wait...they're going!" The two agents watched as one by one, the cameras stopped transmitting.

Wade drew his gun. "This is it." Suddenly the van was filled with the deafening sound of the metal roof being torn away with great ease..."Ultrawoman!" gasped Wade.

Lois grinned. "At your service. Well, actually, you're at mine, see, I'd like to ask you a few-"

She was surprised when Wade raised his gun and began firing at her. The bullets bounced harmlessly off her chest, and she waited patiently until he stopped firing, enjoying every moment.

"Do you mind? Thank you. Anyway, as I was saying -"

Lois was cut off again as Wade grabbed Ortiz's gun and began firing at her again, this time aiming for her face. Sighing, Lois caught each of the bullets between her teeth, and then, once the gun was empty, she blew then out again with her superbreath. The two agents watched in horror as Ultrawoman used their own bullets to trash all their expensive equipment in a matter of seconds. When she was done, she gave both a little smile, and watched Ortiz suddenly make a break for the door...

...only to find the ground outside was now a long way down...a few miles down, in fact...and the only thing keeping him from falling out of the van was the two fingers pressing firmly against his chest. "Hi!" said Supergirl cheerfully. "Seeing as it's such a nice night, we thought we'd take you boys for a little ride. Just you sit tight." She gently pushed Ortiz back into the van, before shutting the door behind him and making a start on sealing it closed with her heat vision.

Ortiz slumped to the floor, unable to process what was happening around him, as Ultrawoman floated in through the gaping hole she'd made in the roof.

Wade lunged for the controls to the Par-Las, which was about the only thing still working after Ultrawoman's shooting practice, and brought it to bear on Supergirl. Outside the van, Superwoman saw the Par-Las swing down to aim at her new friend, and a thought flashed across her mind...

It's designed to incinerate normal was strong enough to knock out Denise...but Kara isn't as strong as us yet!

Superwoman grabbed hold of the Par-Las, and the machine whined in frustration as she pulled it away from its target. Too busy with thoughts of saving her friend, she was thoroughly unprepared when the Par-Las fired full force, at point blank range, into her body...

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"DeeAnn!" shouted Kara.

DeeAnn's hair was fanning out, framing her face in an auburn aureole. Blue tendrils of electricity slithered around her outflung limbs as the tang of ozone filled the air. Her eyes widened, her back arched, a soft moan poured from her throat ...

Then she went limp. She drifted on her back, high above the ground, her dangling arms and legs swaying back and forth ever so slightly. Her head rolled to one side as her eyes slid shut ...

"DeeAnn!" Kara shouted again. "DeeAnn, are you all ri --?"

Slowly, DeeAnn raised her arms and laid her palms flat against her thighs. Slowly, she drew her hands along her body -- up her thighs, around the curve of her hips, up her tight abdomen -- until they reached the underside of her breasts. Slowly, her hands slid around her breasts, then lightly caressed her nipples before retracing their path downward.

Her eyes snapped open. They were blank at first; then a look of feral hunger awoke in them as they darted left, right, up, down, searching for ...

Below them, Ultrawoman had lowered the truck to the ground; then, ripping open the metal doors that Kara had welded shut with her heat-vision, she had grabbed the two NIB agents by their shirtfronts and flung them outside. Now DeeAnn spotted Agent Ortiz scrambling to his feet. The tip of her tongue darted lasciviously around her lips as she shifted her position, preparing to dive straight toward him ...

"No, DeeAnn!" cried Kara, darting in front of her friend. "You'll kill h -- "

She dodged just in time to avoid a punch to the abdomen. Shaken, she flew back a few feet. That was close, she thought, looking at DeeAnn's prominent biceps and comparing them to Paris Hilton's slender arms -- arms that had nearly killed her back in Seattle ...

But DeeAnn had turned her attention back to Ortiz. All right, thought Kara, she may be stronger than I am, but I don't have to overpower her -- just keep her busy, distracted, until she comes to her senses.

Kara unleashed a frigid blast of super-breath, encasing DeeAnn's body, from the neck down, in a sheath of ice several inches thick. Baffled, DeeAnn hung motionless for a second; then an effortless twitch of her muscles sent a network of cracks racing through her frozen prison. Ponderous chunks of ice dropped from her body and plummeted to the ground below.

Again, Kara's super-breath enveloped DeeAnn in a coat of ice; again, DeeAnn shattered it with contemptuous ease. Change of tactics, thought Kara. For the third time, her super-cold breath congealed the air around DeeAnn into an icy cocoon; but this time, she darted behind her friend just as she was breaking free. Instantly, Kara wrapped her arms around DeeAnn from behind and took off southward at super-speed before the buff brunette knew what was happening.

A sonic boom split the night air as the two bodies rocketed southward -- over the Gulf of Mexico, over the Brazilian rain forest, above the Argentinian pampas -- until they were directly above the turbulent seas of Drake's Passage. Without slowing her flight, Kara plunged straight downward, carrying her friend down, down into the cold dark waters of the Weddell Sea.

Oblivious of the freezing temperature and tremendous pressure, DeeAnn squirmed free of Kara's embrace. Turning around, she lunged at her opponent, who swiftly grabbed her wrists in a steely super-grip. The two superwomen struggled against each other in the silent darkness, churning the water into a turbulent froth. A passing pod of killer whales turned and fled in terror.

Can't ... keep this up, thought Kara desperately. Must still be ... weaker than I thought ...

But then DeeAnn stopped struggling. She shook her head, as if emerging from a trance, and gazed about her in evident perplexity. Gradually, recollection and understanding dawned in her eyes, and she pointed upward, toward the surface thousands of fathoms above.

Side by side, Kara and DeeAnn shot upward through the frigid waters, breaking the surface at the same moment. Laughing, they shook the sea-water from their eyes as they bobbed up and down like a pair of corks on the mountainous seas that rolled by them.

"I figured an ice-cold bath might cool your jets, you -- you super-slut!" giggled Kara.

DeeAnn shook her head. "Nah -- you just bought me the time I needed to recover from that blast. Believe me, the way I was feeling ... well, let's just say that there wouldn't have been enough cold water in the world to cool me down!"

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"You alright now though?" Kara asked.

"Yeah, just a little...OK, a lot...horny..." DeeAnn replied. "How about you? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Me? Nah." Kara laughed.

"Good...cos hurting you is the last thing I wanna do. I just saw those two guys, and...needed them..."

"You would have killed them."

"I know...thanks, Kara. Thanks for stopping me."

Kara shook her head. "Well, thank you for saving me...again." She smiled. "The Par-Las everything Denise said it was?"

"Oh, and much more...did I break it?"

", I don't think so."

Dee grinned. "Good...cos I wanna keep it."

"Keep it? Dee-"

"I want you to try it too." DeeAnn whispered, floating closer and taking hold of her arms. "Once you've been changed by the me Kara, there's nothing more wonderful than having enough energy to disintegrate an army blasting through your body...and all it does is remind you that there's no power on Earth that can hold you...because you are a superwoman..."

Dee planted a tender kiss on Kara's lips, and the two women gazed into each other's eyes. After a moment, Kara returned the kiss...and then placed Dee's hands onto the 'S' logo of her costume. She gasped as Dee began to squeeze, gently...and then they kissed, again and again...

Jill had spent the whole day with Amber, having really taken a liking to her. She'd stayed around while Amber had had her first physical (revealing all the same powers that Jill herself had), and after lunch Jill had taken her to the gym. What Jill had intended to be just a quick half hour soon became an intense ten hour workout, as Amber, inspired by seeing the other superwomen around her performing amazing feats of strength, wanted to try everything.

By the time they'd had got cleaned up and had something to eat, it was nearly midnight, and Jill had insisted that Amber become her new roommate - partly because she liked her so much, but also because the top bunk in the room she had shared with Denise was now vacant.

"I really don't wanna intrude." Amber said for the umpteenth time as Jill opened the door to her room. "I don't mind finding an empty room in one of the other wings."

"You're not intruding, honestly." Jill replied. "To be honest...I need the company...and I think you do too."

Amber nodded. "I guess...I'd rather not be alone here. Thanks, Miss Benson"


"Jill." Amber said nervously. "Sorry, I've never been on first name terms with a teacher."

Jill smiled, and lead Amber into their room. "I'm not your teacher though, am I?"

"Oh, you are! I mean, for the whole superpowers thing! I had no idea how strong I was." She held up her hands in amazement. "These hands...lifted up a bus, and it felt like nothing..."

Jill grinned. "I know - tomorrow I'll see if they'll let us play with the tank some more. That's always fun. happy with the top bunk?"

"Oh, fine, yes." Jill watched Amber use the ladder to climb up to her bed, and smiled. "What?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just...well, Denise used to just float right on up there."

"That...never occurred to me." Amber replied quietly...before floating down again, and landing gracefully in front of Jill. "You miss her, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do." Jill replied, sitting down on her bed. "She was a great help to me...but she left so suddenly..."

"That's something I was wondering about." Amber said, sitting down next to Jill. "There are about sixty women here...and Denise is the only one who's left?"

"I've been thinking about it." Jill replied, not wanting to upset Amber by making her think that looking after her was the only reason she'd stayed on. "But as far as I know, no-one else has yet."

"You won't suddenly disappear on me, will you?" Amber asked. "I mean, if you do get let out...I'd like to go with you. I thought they might be able to take the powers away, but seeing as they can't..."

Jill smiled. "I promise, I won't leave you here."

"There you are!" cried Ultrawoman, as Superwoman and Supergirl landed near the remains of the DPW van. "Where've you been? You alright, DeeAnn?"

"Yeah, fine." DeeAnn replied. "We"

"Dee needed a little...private moment." Kara said, trying hard not to giggle.

"Right." Lois replied - deciding not to press the matter, as it was fairly obvious what had happened.

"Where are my two handsome friends?" Dee asked.


"You got the information we needed?"

Lois nodded. "Yep - and it's accurate, I've checked it out. A big underground complex in the middle of the Nevada desert."

"Military?" Kara asked.

"I'm not sure...but there are lots of handsome men wandering around it with guns..."

"You broke the Par-Las!" DeeAnn suddenly cried, as she surveyed the wreckage of the van. "Aww, I wanted that..."

"Relax." Kara's soothing voice told her. "We'll get you another one. Are we flying out there now, then?"

"I don't know - Denise is still with her husband, but I think she'd wanna come with us."

"Then let's wait until morning." Kara suggested. "It won't make much difference...will it?"

"Maybe all depends on what those two agents do. If they go back to their bosses and tell them what's happened out here...they might make some move against the women in that complex..."

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Agent Ortiz and Agent Boggs trudged morosely along a highway that stretched across a flat, scrubby moonlit landscape as far as the eye could see.

"Okay," said Ortiz. "We're gonna ned a story in case someone offers us a ride."

"Car trouble?" suggested Boggs.

"Nah. We would've stayed with the car."

"We're a couple of lost hikers?"

"Dressed like this?"

"Okay, how about a prank that got out of hand? We were at a buddy's bachelor party -- "

"I guess that'll work."

"Great. Now all we need is for someone to drive by and offer us a ride."

"Highway patrol, if we're lucky. We can I.D. ourselves -- "

"That Ultrabitch took our badges, remember?"

"C'mon -- even a highway cop must know the code word for the branch office when he hears it."

"I guess."

They walked on in silence for several minutes.

"You know who that was, don't you?" said Ortiz.


"Who do you think? The Ultrabitch. That was Lois Lane."

"Get outta here."

"Swear to God. I saw her on CNN a couple of nights ago. I'm telling you, that was Lois Lane."

"You are full of shit."

"Twenty bucks says it was Lois Lane."

"You're on." They slapped hands. There was another long silence.

"Suppose you had one of those Transformatrix thingies," said Ortiz. "Would you use it on your old lady -- give her super-powers?"

"Gee, let me think about that. Super-vision -- so she can check up on me 24 - 7? Super-speed -- so she can come and bust my chops in person no matter how far away I am? No, thanks."

"Yeah, but just think what she could do in the bedroom, man -- anti-gravity ... super-breath ... "

"Car," said Boggs.

Ortiz and Boggs held out their thumbs, not very hopefully, as the headlights of an oncoming car approached. Somewhat to their surprise, the car rolled to a stop.

The figure behind the wheel was a featureless shadow, but the soft drawl that addressed them was unmistakably female.

"Looks like you boys could use a lift."

Ortiz and Boggs exchanged glances, quickly appraising the situation. A lone woman, picking up two strange men in the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere? It didn't seem kosher. But if she was one of those super-women, why would she be driving a car? ... Simultaneously, they shrugged and nodded.

"Much obliged, ma'am," said Ortiz, sliding into the back seat. "I'm David and this is Wade."

"Howdy," said Boggs from the back seat.

Ortiz tried to get a good look at the driver. She was wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora, like a femme fatale in a Bogart movie. The coat's collar was turned up and the hat's brim was pulled down, and Ortiz couldn't see her face. Somewhat uneasily, he shut the door.

"Happy to meet you, boys," the woman said. "Now fasten your safety-belts and put your tray-tables in their locked and upright position as we prepare for take-off ... "

Ortiz looked over his shoulder at Boggs. Uh-oh, they thought ...

The woman raised her right arm and placed her palm flat against the inside of the roof. Instantly, the front of the car rose off the highway at a forty-five degree angle. A moment later, the car was airborne.

"We are cruising at an altitude of five thousand feet," the driver said as Ortiz and Boggs tumbled back in their seats. "If you look out the windows, you'll see ... well, nothing much ... "

The two agents lay back in glum resignation as the car flew over the dark empty landscape.

"We are beginning our descent," continued the driver. "Please make sure you have all your personal belongings. It has been our pleasure to serve you." The car's rear tires touched the ground with a slight bump, and its front end descended gently like a drawbridge.

The woman behind the wheel got out. "All right," she said, opening the rear door. "Out -- both of you."

Ortiz and Boggs obeyed.

The woman removed her fedora and trenchcoat and laid them on the hood of the car. Arms folded, she turned and faced the two men -- a tall woman, with straight shoulder-length hair, dressed in gym shorts and a snug white T-shirt that made her generous bosom and broad shoulders and firm, rounded biceps stand out in the darkness.

"It looks like Lois got what she wanted from you boys," she said. "But I've still got some unfinished business with you. I'm Denise Jordan -- but I'm guessing you've figured that out already. You and your friends have been staking out my house ever since I escaped from your so-called Stronghold -- isn't that right?"

The agents nodded.

"And you've heard how I got out of there, haven't you?"

More nods.

Denise reached out and seized the two men by their shirtfronts, lifting them effortlessly off the ground.

"Now listen very carefully. If you or any of your friends ever come anywhere near my family again, then what I did to that colonel will seem like a slap on the wrist compared with what I'll do to you. Do I make myself clear ... boys?"

More nods -- quick, desperate. Denise set the men down.

"Good. The highway's about a mile that way." Folding her arms, she watched as the two men plodded off in the direction she'd pointed.

"Did you hear what she said?" whispered Ortiz. " 'Lois'? You owe me twenty bucks."

"Shut up."

Denise was tossing her trenchcoat and hat onto the front seat of the car when Ultrawoman, Supergirl, and DeeAnn descended from the sky.

"Hey, Denise," said DeeAnn. "I thought you were gonna take a break from this stuff."

"I was," said Denise. "But I was having too much fun to quit."

"What was all that about?" said Ultrawoman. "What you said to those men -- ?"

"Let's just say I did a few things I'm not proud of, breaking out of the Stronghold ... but at least it seems to have made an impression. So now what? Did you find out where they're holding Jill and all those other women?"

"Oh, yes," replied Ultrawoman. "We know its exact location, and Kara and I have scanned it thoroughly. We'll make our move first thing tomorrow morning. Let's meet right here at six a.m. Meanwhile, I know Denise wants to get back to her family. DeeAnn, Kara -- "

But DeeAnn and Kara were already flying off, hand in hand. "See you tomorrow!" Kara shouted.

"So," said Denise. "Ultrawoman's gonna fly in and crack this case wide open, huh?"

"No, not Ultrawoman. This is a job for Lois Lane!"

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Denise alighted on the front porch of her home. Thinking about it, she realized it hadn't been all that long since she'd seen them last. It felt like an eternity.

She went over and over in her head what she was going to tell her husband. As far as he'd known, she'd been away on business. They never allowed her to reveal anything more. He needed to know the truth. Accepting it would be the hard part.

She could hear her children asleep in their rooms. The sound of their breath a comfort that they were well. Before she had landed, she watched them sleep for awhile. Two beautiful twin daughters. The two best things that had ever happened to her.

She softly knocked on her front door afraid to wake the twins. She listened. She heard the TV reciting the late evening headlines. She heard the air conditioner hum to life. She looked through the house and found her man stirring to life on the couch. She knocked once more. She watched as he made his way to it grumbling about the time of night and where his slippers where. The door opened.

"Hi." Denise smiled.

"Do you reali...hi." He paused.

They looked at each other. She wanted to hold him so badly, but she knew she looked a bit different. She looked like she had in her youth, perfected. He needed to recognize her first.

"De...Denise?" He squinted through groggy eyes.

"Yes." She said softly as if not to disturb a dream. "Yeah, I'm here."

He reached his hand out to her. She took it. She couldn't hold herself back anymore. She took him and folded him in her strong arms gently, and lovingly. If he'd bothered, he'd have noticed the space between them and the porch.

"Would you like something to drink? Sit down, sweety. My God you look amazing."

She blushed. He always new exactly what to say. "Thank you. You're still my handsome man."

He smiled. "Thank you, but you'll always be the pretty one."

"I know." They giggled at her joke, as much as it was, and sat together.

"I have so much to tell you."

"No rush, hun. You're back now and you need rest."

"That's kinda what I have to tell you. I don't need rest. I haven't slept in a couple weeks, and I feel fine."

"What's that?"

"Have you seen the news? The superwomen?"

"Yeah. Denise, what are you talking about?"

Denise took a long breath and told him everything. She told him about the Stronghold. She told him about the Tranformatrix. She told him about her change.

"Let me get this all straight. You're like a supergirl now?"

"Can I be superwoman instead?"

"Like Superman?"

"Well, he's a bit underpowered comparably, but sort of."

"So you can leap tall buildings?"


"Faster than a speeding bullet?"


"Even the locomotive part?"

"You have no idea," she smiled.

Collin blinked at her. She blinked back.

"This can't be. I thought it was all a media stunt or something. It doesn't make sense."

"I thought you'd say that. So I brought something." Denise presented a piece of graphite. "Now, from what I understand, it takes roughly 150,000 tons of pressure to squeeze this into a diamond. What to see me do it?"

Collin blinked again. Denise palmed the stone in her hands. She had him place his hands on hers.

"All you have to do is squeeeeze." Her last word emphasizing her action as she bore down with her strength. Collin recoiled when her hands became to hot to touch. Yet she continued. Seconds passed before she let up and opened her hand to reveal a rough, yet stunning diamond. She held it up in her fingers for him to observe.

"It's that simple! Unfortunately, it's not a true diamond." She snapped it to dust between her fingers. "What do you think? And it doesn't stop there, babe. I am totally indestructable. In fact, I brought some toys you and I could play with. Grenades, an uzi, a small laser rifle..."

Collin's head began to spin with his wife's astoundingly melodious voice as the soundtrack. Looking up, she found Collin passed out on the floor.

Denise sighed. "God, I love that man."

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Supergirl and Superwoman landed quietly in the bushes outside DeeAnn's home, each using their x-ray vision to scan it. "Looks like everyone's asleep." Kara whispered. "What are you gonna do?"

DeeAnn smiled. "Sneak in...and maybe wake them up, or maybe just go to bed." She looked down at her costume. "Do you think I should go in like this?"

"Dee, you've been on TV all day dressed like that. If you didn't come home as Superwoman, it wouldn't be right."

"I guess not." DeeAnn looked up at Kara, who smiled. "Kara, I-"

"Dee...DeeAnn, please. Let me say something." DeeAnn fell silent. "Today's been brilliant...well, aside from the whole 'nearly getting killed' thing. And this afternoon, with you, was just...mindblowing. But you do realise that as much as we might want it...nothing can happen between us. You've got your family, and I..." She paused. "Well, I wouldn't try to take you away from them."

DeeAnn looked into her house...and at her family...and then back at Kara. "They mean the whole world to me." she whispered.

"I know...this afternoon, it was all just impulse. You were psyched up from the Par-Las, and I was...well, I was just there."

"Oh, no, Kara, no...listen to me." Dee took hold of Kara's hands. "I meant all those things I said. I didn't just...use you..., in fact, making love to you was one of the most beautiful things I've ever experienced."

"Oh, and for me too." Kara replied. There was an uncomfortable silence, before she added "Look, Dee...there's nothing I want more than to throw myself into your arms and let you ravish me...but there's just too much at stake for me to do that." She smiled. "But that doesn't mean we can't be friends?"

"Right, yeah, absolutely. Actually, I was thinking...well, that we could be a team...Superwoman and Supergirl?"

"I'd like that."

Dee smiled. "I'm've been doing this for years, and now I'm here, suddenly coming along, calling myself Superwoman and making you my sidekick..."

"Oh, I don't mind." Kara replied. "I don't wanna sound rude...but I'm guessing you're about ten years older than me. That makes me the girl, and you the woman." She grinned. "At least...that was the way it felt this afternoon..."

"Oh, when I..."

"With your heat vision...mmm...anyway, for now at least, you're stronger than I am. 'Superwoman' is the perfect name for you." She smiled. "Will you be coming with us tomorrow?"

"I...I don't know. I'd like to..." She glanced towards the house again, and Kara squeezed her hands.

"Well...I'll stop by tomorrow morning and you can tell me then." She gave Dee a quick kiss on the lips, and smiled. "Go on. Go be with your family...Superwoman. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, Kara took the skies, and DeeAnn headed inside. Within minutes, she'd woken her husband and children, and was proudly showing off the new her.

And if she'd scanned outside with her x-ray vision, she would have seen a tearful Kara standing silently in her garden, looking in and wishing for the life she could never have.

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The Uber Girl Frenzy forum was a hive of activity as Lois finished registering as 'Lola'. She'd spent an hour or so reading through all the various sections before deciding to register - and was thrilled by what she'd found.

The 'Real life Superwomen' section was full of newly-created threads celebrating the arrival of these new superwomen...and she smiled as she saw the thread dedicated to the return of her own alter-ego, Ultrawoman, sitting at the top of the page. Inside, she found comments from people excited about her return, and comments praising her new physique. One comment in particular made her feel proud; "Thank God Ultrawoman's back. She's everything a real superwoman should be - powerful, graceful, beautiful, and above all, she's a true hero. She's the kind of woman those psychosuperbitches like Paris Hilton could never, ever be."

Elsewhere in that section were threads with titles like "OMG - DEEANN DONOVAN IS SUPERWOMAN!!!" and "Paris Hilton is our new ruler!", as well as a few general threads asking how all this had happened, and where it would lead...but as far as she could see, there were no women posting here.

Hence 'Lola'.

Lois began to type, her fingers darting over the keyboard at super-speed, and within seconds, she had completed Lola's first post to the forum - telling of how she'd always dreamt of having superpowers of her own, how thrilled she'd been by the sight of beautiful superwomen battling it out across the city, as well as asking for help from anyone who could make her lifelong dream of becoming a superwoman a reality. She logged off, and hoped that by morning, someone somewhere might have read that comment and given her some sort of lead - and hopefully, offer her access to a Transformatrix.

With that, she logged out, and headed into her bedroom, stopping in front of the mirror and looking at her reflection. Lois Lane...from the outside, just an ordinary woman.

And now, through some miracle, she'd been given superpowers again.

She'd grown to miss them, over time. At first, they'd scared her until she got them under control - and once they'd been returned to Clark, she was relieved. But as the months wore on, she'd begun to wish there'd been some way that they could have shared the power somehow. The world could have used more superheroes than just Clark and Kara.

Now, suddenly, it had them - or at least two in Ultrawoman and Superwoman, most likely three once Denise had decided what she wanted to do, and with probably more on the way. But of course, that also meant those like Paris Hilton and her friend...those who were going to abuse their powers...Lois could only hope that the good guys (or in this case, girls) would outnumber the bad.

She felt alive again - really alive. Whenever she moved, she could feel the Ultrawoman costume underneath her clothes...she could feel the reborn superheroine inside the reporter, itching to get out...

"Lois!" Clark's voice called, and an x-ray scan through the wall showed her that her husband had just floated in through the open balcony window. "Lois, we have *got* to talk..."

Poor Clark, she thought to herself. For years, he's been Superman - the most powerful person on the planet. How's he going to cope when the women are even more powerful than him...making him feel like the mere superman he really is?

"I'm sorry, Lois isn't here right now." replied Ultrawoman, as she stepped confidently out of the bedroom, hands on hips. "Could I help?"

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02 Jul 2006 17:23 #6069 by argonaut
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Superman was slumped on the sofa, his arms limp, his face haggard. He looked up as Lois entered.

"Hey, Lois," he said, smiling weakly. "I see you got out the ultra-tights. Looking good."

"Are you all right?" Lois asked. "You look -- "

"Tired? I am. After you threw me against that cliff -- "

"I'm sorry, sweetie. But think how it looked -- you half-undressed, DeeAnn practically naked -- "

"Lois, I swear -- "

"It's all right, sweetie. I know nothing happened. And DeeAnn -- well, she wasn't herself at the time. Finding out that you've gained super-powers -- it can be a pretty heady experience. We've talked." Lois smiled. "Actually, we've become pretty good friends. And she and Kara have really hit it off."

"Er -- that's nice. But as I was saying, slamming into that cliff actually stunned me for a while. I wasn't hurt, but I could tell that something had happened to my invulnerability -- "

"Oh, Clark, I didn't realize -- "

"I know. And then when I tried to locate you, I couldn't focus my super-vision. So I started to fly back to Metropolis." He smiled ruefully. "It took me three hours. So much for being faster than a speeding bullet, huh?"

"Clark, we've got to find out what's happening to you."

"Well, that's exactly what I've been trying to do. I just got back from STAR Labs. Dr. Stein ran a full diagnostic on me. Sure enough, my strength, my speed, all my powers -- they're down to about 75% of their usual levels."

"Does he have any idea what's causing it?"

"Not really, but he has a theory that it's related to the sudden appearance of all these super-women. He thinks I'm being used as some kind of ... some kind of lens or conduit. Every time a woman gains super-powers, it drains off a little bit of my own super-energy -- not enough for me to notice the first few times it happened, but with more and more super-women popping up everywhere ... "

"Oh, Clark, this is terrible!"

"Tell me about it. If this keeps up ... well, it won't be long before I'm just an ordinary man -- in a world full of super-women." He forced a smile. "Good thing Ultrawoman can pick up the slack, huh?"

"Actually, Clark, I've got a lead on these ... trasformations. Let me show you."

She logged back on to her computer, entering the password she'd used to register at Uber Girl Frenzy. Somewhat to her surprise, she saw that there was an e-mail waiting for her.

"Lola," she read aloud. "Print out this coupon and follow the instructions. I trust that the results will be everything you wished for. After all -- What Lola wants, Lola gets. :wink: Regards ... Genrefan. "

Lois clicked on "Print," then picked up her cell-phone and entered a number.

"Lana?" she said. "This is Lois. Remember when I said I owed you one for your help in the Patterson story? Well, it's payback time. I have a lead you might be interested in. It could be a huge story for WMET ... Well, I would, but I'm busy on another story. Are you interested? ... Okay, then. Are you at home? ... Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Lois turned to her husband. "Okay, Clark. Lana's going to follow up this angle. You can try to track down this Genrefan and find out how he's connected to all this. Maybe that new intern can help -- the one who's such a whiz with computers -- "

"Chloe Sullivan?"

"Right. I've got to see Lana, then I've got to take care of a few things at the Planet, and then I've got to fly out to Nevada. I'll tell you all about it later." She laid a gloved hand on her husband's arm. "Meanwhile, why don't you get some rest, sweetie? You look like you could use it." She kissed him on the forehead. His eyes slid shut and his head fell to one side.

Lois lifted him gently, effortlessly off the sofa and carried him into the darkened bedroom. She put a blanket over him and stepped back into the living room. Pausing only to take a sheet of paper from the printer tray, she strode out onto the balcony and launched herself into the night sky.

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Within seconds, Lois had landed outside Lana's home, and had quickly thrown on her normal clothes over her costume. She pressed the doorbell, and scanned through the wall, watching as Lana came to answer it.

"Lois, hi!"

"Hey, Lana. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Lois followed Lana through into the lounge, and they sat down on the sofa. "Can I get you anything?"

"Er, no, thanks, I can't stay long."

"OK." Lana grinned. "So let's cut to the chase. What's this about payback?"

"You've seen the news. What's the WMET take on it?"

"Same as all the other networks. Everyone's desperate for some sort of lead, but there's nothing. The Government's trying to hush it up, the superheroines never stick around for an interview...and no-one fancies their chances of getting an interview out of Paris Hilton."

"Ah, you're a load of amateurs." joked Lois.

"I take it you do have a lead then?"

"Of course. It looks like it's being done through an internet forum - guys are posting their fantasy superwomen, and then they - or the women they've mentioned - get these vouchers." Lois produced the email printout. "Here."

Lana read through the coupon, and shook her head. "I still don't understand - what exactly does this mean?"

"Well, if a guy gets one of those coupons, they go to the place they've been told to, and pick up a Transformatrix - it's a little held-held ray gun thing - then they use it on whoever they want to. If a woman gets the coupon, she goes to the address, and there'll be a guy there waiting for her. Zap - instant superwoman."

"So, who's Lola? Oh wait...OK, I get it."

Lois smiled. "I posted on the site, saying how much I'd love to become a superwoman, and this came through within an hour."

"You're gonna get superpowers?"

Lois shook her head. "Nuh uh. *You're* gonna get superpowers. You take this, you be Lola. If you wanna do a expose on it, fine. If you just wanna get the powers and keep it secret, that's fine too."

"You mean...I could be..."

"A superwoman..." Lois whispered. She could see that Lana was clearly taken with the idea. "A superhero, even..."

Lana smiled a little - and then laughed. "Nice try, Lois. You almost had me."

"Almost? What are you-"

"Oh, come on! This is a joke, right? You get me thinking I could...that I could have superpowers of my own...then send me off to this place on the coupon, and make me look a complete idiot when I get there."

"No, Lana, it's not like that..."

"Look...if it were real - why would you give me this? I know you, Lois - Superman's best friend. You'd give anything to have superpowers...just like I wouldn't offer the chance to someone else."

Lois stood up, and turned to face Lana. "That might be true...if I didn't already have superpowers." With that, she pulled off her jacket, and tore at her blouse, revealing her costume.

"Oh God..." Lana whispered, as Lois became Ultrawoman before her very eyes. "'re-"

"Ultrawoman." Lois replied. "That's how I know this isn't a joke. It worked on me, and it'll work on you too."


"Look, call me tomorrow night...once you've recovered...and we'll talk about it. Until then - gotta fly!" And with that, Lois ran for the door, leaving a stunned Lana alone with her thoughts...and with a small piece of paper that could make her dreams come true...

The next morning, Lois and Denise hovered in the morning sky over Nevada, a mile above the underground installation, waiting for Kara and DeeAnn. "I'm glad you could come, Denise." Lois said. "You sure you wanna do this?"

"Well...I wanna get Jill outta there - and I also think I'm allowed a bit of payback for the way they treated me. Nothing violent, just...I wanna help."

Lois smiled. "Your family...were they OK with what's happened to you?"

"Don't tell him I told you so...but I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world. He was a little thrown by all this at first, but...he'll get used to it. But he didn't recognise me at first, so he's gonna try to explain to our two little girls that mommy might look a little different when she comes home today."

"Sure. I'm glad we could get you back to them."

"I owe you, all of you. I could never thank you enough for all you did for me."

"That's alright. But it's nothing you couldn't have done by yourself."

Denise grinned. "No, I guess not."

"Just between us...what are you gonna do, when all this over, I mean?"

"You I wanna be a superhero, like you guys?" Lois nodded. "Honestly - I don't know. Part of me wants to just go back to the way things were...but I don't think I can. I'm not that person anymore." She smiled. "Actually, I almost went and rented out a superhero costume for this morning. I feel a little silly flying along with you guys in your costumes when I'm just wearing a t-shirt and shorts."

"And that is why we're a little late." explained Kara, as she and DeeAnn floated up beside them. "We figured that, whatever you do decide to do, you should have a costume for today."

She handed Denise a spare of her own costume, and the schoolteacher looked down at the 'S' logo. "You guys..."

"Put it on." urged DeeAnn.

Denise did so, allowing her own clothes to fall away and replacing them with her new costume. "This looks like a job for...SuperDenise!" She placed her hands on her hips and tried to look heroic, but eventually broke down in giggles. "This is insane." she gasped. " do I look?"

"Perfect." Lois told her.

"Absolutely beautiful." Dee added.

"It feels...good. Thank you, Kara."

"That's alright." the Kryptonian replied. "We're getting to be quite a team, aren't we?"

DeeAnn grinned, and held out her hand. "Team." she said.

"Team." replied Kara, placing her hand on Dee's.

"Team." added Lois, doing the same.


Denise thought for a moment, then grinned, and placed her hand on top of her new friends'. "Team."

"Alright then." said Lois. "Let's do this."

The sudden blaring of alarms woke both Jill and Amber. "What is it?"

"Listen." Jill said. They could both hear a security announcement, on a different channel to the general tannoy - clearly intended for information to be kept secret from the women held here, but easily detected with their superhearing.

"All guards to report to to level one entrance. We have four female intruders. Repeat, all guards.."

"Level one entrance, what direction's that in?" Amber asked, jumping down from the top bunk.

Jill scanned through the floors above them. "There!"

"It's Supergirl and Ultrawoman! They've come to get us out!" gasped Amber.

"And...and Denise!"

"Which one!"

"On the left...come on, we've gotta help them!"

"Wait, wait!" Amber cried, grabbing hold of Jill's arm. "Those guards - they've got guns!"

"And we're bulletproof." Jill reminded her.


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06 Jul 2006 16:15 #6134 by argonaut
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Entering her office, Dr. Klyburn saw the package sitting on her desk.

Hastily putting on her white lab coat, she sat down and glanced at the slip of paper taped to the top of the parcel. It had arrived by special courier less than an hour ago; the night security chief had signed for it and left it on her desk.

Eagerly, she opened the parcel and took out the Transformatrix that the NIB had confiscated from the boy in Indiana. The NIB had sent it to her yesterday morning; and she, in turn, had sent it to a former colleague at STAR Labs.

The package also contained a floppy disk. Fumbling with haste, Dr. Klyburn inserted it into her computer.

Janet: As you requested, I've run a nano-scan on this device -- whatever it is. The results are attached. Hope you can make more sense of these schematics than I can. Erica

Dr. Klyburn opened the attachment and ran her eyes over the schematic diagram that appeared on the screen. Her hunch had been correct: The circuitry within the Transformatrix was a red herring; the device itself was embodied in a labyrinth of nano-circuits in the casing. But as she began to examine the diagram more closely, her elation faded. She had a degree in nano-engineering -- along with genetics, psychology, business administration, and several other disciplines -- but this technology was advanced far beyond her ability to understand ... or reconstruct.

Unless ... hmmm ... She clicked on a corner of the screen and inspected the enlarged image with growing excitement. It looked like a simple trapdoor relay -- an off-switch designed to de-activate the device after a single use.

Dr. Klyburn grinned triumphantly. Now she could take the Transformatrix back to STAR Labs ... re-open the trapdoor ... and then ...

She pushed back her chair, crossing her long, elegant legs as she allowed herself the indulgence of a few moments' reverie.

It had been ten years since Janet Klyburn had entered a national beauty pageant and won the scholarship that had launched her career, but reporters were still in the habit of describing her as "a 6' 2" former beauty queen" and "a tall, striking redhead." She frequently used her smile to disarm colleagues -- and her height to intimidate them -- but she had always made a point of de-emphasizing her appearance in the workplace: eschewing make-up, wearing her hair in a severe bun, dressing with austere professionalism. She was determined to be recognized for her performance, not her looks; but the accolades and advancement she deserved had always eluded her. Everywhere it had been the same story, she thought bitterly -- the blatant sexism at LexCorp, the glass ceiling at STAR Labs, the old-boys' network at the NIB ...

But now ... now fate had placed a precious -- and richly deserved -- opportunity literally into her hands. She could have super-powers -- and really, didn't her intellect and accomplishments make her a worthier recipient than the starlets and waitresses and cheerleaders she'd been baby-sitting for the past week? Finally she could seize the prestige and power that men, threatened by her brilliance, had always kept from her -- and the perquisites that went with them. She could settle old scores ... teach that arrogant bastard Lex Luthor a thing or two about hostile takeovers ...

The strident wail of the alarm startled her out of her reverie. Guards were running past her door; security barriers were shutting all along the corridor with a loud clang.

The voice of the security chief came over her intercom. "Dr. Klyburn, we have four intruders, female, on the tarmac. We were able to ID Supergirl and Ultrawoman before they took out our security cameras. I've put the base on full alert."

"Thank you, Phil. Carry on."

Cursing under her breath, Dr. Klyburn put the Transformatrix and the floppy disk into her office safe, then turned back to the intercom. Her voice -- calm, professional, reassuring -- poured out into the cafeteria, the dormitory, the gymnasium: "This is Dr. Klyburn. We are conducting a routine drill. There is no need for alarm. I repeat, this is only a drill -- "

- - - - - -

"Wow!" exclaimed DeeAnn, gazing down at her chest and watching the hail of bullets bounce off in all directions. "That ... tickles!"

DeeAnn and her three companions stood side by side, unflinching, as six men in military fatigues sprayed them with machine-gun fire from a hundred feet away. The sun had risen barely an hour ago, but the air above the tarmac was already shimmering in the desert heat. Behind the men stood a low shed with a tin roof and a steel security door -- one of several utilitarian structures that stood above the underground complex they had come to visit.

"Listen up, ladies," said Kara. "We're going to approach and disarm, but be careful -- any closer, and a ricochet could hit one of those men. So -- super-vision in slo-mo, just as we practiced. Ready?" The others nodded. "All right, then -- on three. One, two ... three!"

The four women sauntered forward, casually brushing aside the swarm of bullets that -- to their eyes -- seemed be be suspended, motionless, in mid-air.

It was over in just a few seconds. Six machine guns had been twisted into six pairs of handcuffs and six soldiers, stony-faced, trudged off into the shade of the building under Lois's direction.

"That seemed pretty stupid," remarked Denise. "I mean, the people running this place should know that bullets can't stop us."

"I'm guessing that was just a diversion," said Lois, rejoining the others. "It was only meant to keep us busy for a few moments until -- aha!"

Four armored vehicles, each bearing an enormous cannon with a gleaming muzzle, came roaring toward them from the far side of the tarmac.

"Par-Las," sighed Lois. "Now that's stupid. All right, ladies. You remember what one of those gizmos did to DeeAnn last ni -- DeeAnn! Kara! Please -- this is serious!"

"Sorry," they mumbled in unison, looking down at the tarmac and trying not to giggle.

"Okay, then. Heat-vision -- now!"

"Heat-vision?" muttered Denise. "How do I turn on my -- whoa!" A beam of incandescent energy suddenly shot from her eyes, turning a strip of tarmac into a ribbon of bubbling asphalt and vaporizing a section of security fence a hundred yards away.

"Careful, Denise!" cried Kara, as her heat-vision turned the fourth Par-Las into slag. "If that had hit a gas tank -- "

"Sorry," said Denise sheepishly. "No harm, no foul -- right?"

Gears grinding, tires squealing, the armored vehicles were already in retreat. "Shall we go after them?" DeeAnn asked eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement.

"No," said Lois, laying a hand on Denise's shoulder. "We've already lost the element of surprise. We can't afford to waste any more time." She had changed out of her Ultrawoman garb and into the chic but professional attire she wore as a journalist -- pleated white skirt, silk blouse, dark blue blazer. A bulging handbag hung from her left shoulder. She raised an eyebrow in response to her companions' puzzled expressions. "Don't look so surprised," she said. "I told you -- this is a job for Lois Lane."

"Okay," she continued. "There's an elevator in this shed that goes down to the corridor leading to Dr. Klyburn's office. I want to talk with Dr. Klyburn -- but as Lois Lane, not as Ultrawoman. But I'll need the three of you for back-up. Kara, Denise, why don't you go ahead of me and take care of any resistance we might encounter -- and DeeAnn can watch my back."

"Wait," said Denise. She held up the T-shirt and shorts that she had been wearing earlier. "I want a few words with Dr. Klyburn myself -- as Denise Jordan."

Lois considered, then nodded. "Fine. But please -- let me go first, okay?" Denise nodded. "All right, then -- Kara in front to clear the way, DeeAnn behind." She gestured toward the reinforced-steel door of the shed. "Would someone please get the door?"

Kara and DeeAnn plunged their fingers deep into the thick sheet of metal, then pulled sideways, parting the steel door like a curtain.

- - - - - -

Tense, alert, Dr. Klyburn sat behind her desk, facing the open door of her office. With the security cameras disabled, she could only surmise what was happening from the occasional sounds -- the staccato of machine-gun fire, the screech of heavy tires -- that reached her ears from overhead.

There was a long silence; then she jumped involuntarily at a loud noise just a few yards down the corridor -- the groan of crumpling metal. A short yelp of alarm from the guard posted by the security barrier was followed by another few moments of silence.

Incongruously, the quiet was broken by the purposeful tattoo of high-heeled shoes. Their owner was striding confidently along the corridor, approaching her office. The footsteps slowed, then stopped ...

A smartly-attired brunette stood in the doorway. She paused only to brush aside a loose strand of hair and adjust the strap of the bulging handbag that hung from her shoulder.

"Dr. Janet Klyburn?" she said, entering the office without waiting for an invitation. "I'm Lois Lane, from the Daily Planet. Can we talk?"

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07 Jul 2006 17:42 #6148 by Spulo
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"How did you get in here?"

Lois smiled. "The door was open...ripped open, in fact."

"By you?"

Lois shook her head. "By a few of my friends. Now, can we talk?"

Klyburn got to her feet, and pushed past Lois, intending to call the guards. She'd almost reached the door when Denise stepped into the room, and pushed her back. "Dr Klyburn...remember me?"


Denise clapped her hands enthusiastically. "You do remember me! Oh, I'm touched. Still, I guess it'd be hard to forget someone you had knocked out and tortured when they asked to leave, and whose house and family you've had under armed guard for the past week or so."

"Look, we-"

"Shut up!" Denise snapped. "I'm talking." Taking hold of Klyburn's coat, Denise lifted her into the air and pushed her up against the office wall. "Now you listen to me." she whispered. "If you had hurt my husband, or my little girls...if you had even *scared* them...then you wouldn't be alive to enjoy this conversation. Do I make myself clear?"

Klyburn nodded.

", I'm not a violent person...and all I want is to protect my family. But I warn you - if you or any of your people so much as walk past the house, I will hold you personally responsible and I will make you pay."

Before Klyburn could reply, Denise lifted her away from the wall, and sat her down gently behind her desk, as Lois calmly cleared a space on it. "I've got a few things I'd like you to take a look at." she explained. reaching into her handbag, she pulled out a Seattle newspaper, covering the devastation caused by Paris Hilton and Sally Gordon, and their battles with Supergirl, Superwoman and Ultrawoman. "You saw this, of course?" Lois asked.

"Yes...terrifying..." Klyburn replied. "To use such amazing gifts to do such horrible things..."

"I couldn't agree more." Lois then pulled out the latest issue of People magazine. The words "DeeAnn Donovan Puts the SUPER Into Supermodel!" over a picture of DeeAnn standing proudly in her Superwoman costume. "But then there's this...ordinary people becoming superheroes...using what's happened to them to help others."

"Fine...but what does all this have to do with me?"

"Don't you see? This facility is defunct. There are superwomen all over the country and there are gonna be lots more. There's no secret anymore, nothing to hide. You've many people are you holding here?"


"63..." Lois repeated. "63 women who could be out there making a difference..."

"Or who could turn out just like Hilton and Gordon." replied Klyburn.

"Come off it!" cried Denise. "I lived among these women, I know a lot of them - and most of them just wanna get their lives back to the way they used to be. If you had anyone here as psycho as Paris Hilton, she'd have torn this place apart by now."

"It's true we've not had anything like that happen here. But what about if these women were released? You think they're just gonna go back like nothing's happened? Here, they're surrounded by others like them...but once they get out there, and they realise just how powerful they are in comparison to the general public...that's when the problems will start."

"So...what, you're planning to just keep them here forever?" Lois asked. "No. We're going to end this. *You're* going to end this. Release them. All of them."

Klyburn grinned. "Just like that? Why?"

Lois reached into her bag, and pulled out a sheet of paper, handing it to Klyburn. "Because if you don't, this is what the Daily Planet'll run with tomorrow. A complete article on this place...and on the way those who ask to leave are treated. It'll ruin your career...and to be honest, I'd rather not see that happen, if it can be avoided."

"Oh, and we'd be freeing force." added Denise, putting her hands on her hips. "Your choice, Doctor."

Klyburn shook her head. "You do realise that I have bosses too? I can't just decide to shut this place down because you've asked me to."

"Is that a no?"

"...I'm afraid so."

"You're making a big mistake." Denise replied.

"And you will be too, if you start tearing a government facility apart."

Lois picked up her papers, and put them back in her handbag. "Thank you for your time, Doctor. Here's my case you change your mind."

"So, that's it?" Denise asked, once they'd left Klyburn's office. "We're just going home now?"

"Of course not." Lois replied. "We came here to rescue Jill, and all the others they're holding, and that's what we're gonna do. It's just -" She fell silent...from not far away, they could hear Klyburn's voice coming from the radios of several soldiers.

"...Lane must be taken alive. Repeat, she is not to leave this facility, I want her alive...Denise Jordan is to be neutralised on sight, station a Par-Las at all entrances..."

"Terrific..." mumbled Denise.

"In here, quick." Lois pointed to a nearby women's lavatory, and ushered Denise inside. "As much as I'd love to see her face when the bullets start bouncing off Lois Lane's chest, I'd like to keep Ultrawoman's true identity a secret for now." She reached into her bag, and pulled out their costumes. Lois and Denise each stepped into a cubicle - and the doors had only just closed behind them as Ultrawoman and a Supergirl stepped out...

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"It's missing some pieces,"

"You don't seem all that upset about it, Denise. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like it."

Denise blushed. "I don't know what's happened to me lately! The power is heady, you have to admit."

"Well, this isn't my first rodeo, if you know what I mean, but yeah, it's nice."

Denise looked down at her costume. Long, thigh-high boots stretched the length of her sleek legs. The top was reminscent of Wonder Woman's costume in black with red accents. She sighed.

"My hubby is gonna love this." She smiled. "So what's the plan?"

"Well, they want you. So let them have you. Kepp them busy while I gather the rest of the girls up."

"No problem." Denise grinned slyly. "Be quick. This time I'm bringing the house down."

Lois leaned in kissing Denise on the cheek before streaking around the corner. Denise watched her through several floors before turning her attention upstairs. She stepped forward into her accelerated state. Everything, everyone was in suspended animation. She grasped the first blast door at the seams watching as it melted under her accelerated hands. To those around her, a hole exploded splattering molten alloy across the corridor.

She stopped just inside to allow the Par-Las squad a chance to see her. She waved recognizing the commander that had encountered her once before.

"Well, as I live and breath! Now are you going to be a good little soldier this time? You know how well our last encounter worked out for me." She had to giggle at her last comment.

"I do. We've upgraded since." He turned his head to the team. "You know what to do. Fire at will."

Denise stepped back slightly unsure. Upgrades hadn't rung well in her head. All doubt washed away when warm welcoming ergs of energy splashed over her body. She stumble as her knees trembled.

"Does it hurt?" The commander mocked. Denise's hair flipped wildy over her shoulder. The look in her eyes made the old soldier's heart sink.

"Not even alittle." She breathed. Denise straightened herself up sauntering toward her prey. Her head swam with her power. Her body buzzed with energy.

"Team bravo, fire at will."

Behind her, unnoticed in the den, another Par-Las washed over her back. Denise gasped. Her laughter low and dripping with pleasure. She made a point of a slow, sensual walk to the first Par-Las. Her face mere feet from the superheated barrel, she leaned forward looking into the energy fire.

"Your toys are amusing, but it is time to end this, commander."

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10 Jul 2006 17:20 #6174 by Spulo
Replied by Spulo on topic Re: Transformatrix 4000
Before the commander could reply, Denise shifted into superspeed once again, and the world around her froze as she went to work. She was still amazed at how naturally all this came to her...she was moving faster than light...faster than time itself...

Leaping onto the first Par-Las, a quick glance at the main control panel told her just how delicate a system it was - such a massive of energy needed to be kept at minimum output levels. otherwise the unit would explode.

Denise smiled, and turned up the power as high as it would go. Floating over to the second Par-Las, she did the same there, before using her strength to lift the machine and placing it in front of the other. The two Par-Las units were now about 8 feet apart, aiming directly at each other.

As she slowed back down to her normal speed, the soldiers manning the Par-Las' leapt away from their posts as the two units fired - and Denise's heart began to race as they created a beam of intense energy between them. It took all her resolve not to leap into it right there...

"What's happened?" the commander asked the technicians.

"The thing's on overload!" one of them cried. "All the power levels have suddenly gone through the roof!"

"Get back in there and stop it then!"

"We can't! We've got to get out of here, sir, they'll blow any minute!"

The commmander glared at Denise, who just smiled sweetly. "Better run, guys. I'll take care of this, don't worry."

The temperature in the corridor was beginning to rise quickly, and Denise felt pleased with herself as the soldiers withdrew. It wasn't long before it had become too hot for any living thing to survive.

Except a superwoman.

Denise took to the air eagerly, positioning herself over the energy stream. She spread her legs, before closing her eyes and floating down onto the beam.

The entire section echoed with her screams of delight, as she orgasmed again and again and again...

"Are we lost?" Amber asked. "These corridors all look the same."

"Use your x-ray vision." Jill told her. "You can see we're getting closer to the top levels."

"I...I sort of can't..."


Amber shrugged. "Whenever I try the x-ray thing, I just go straight through everything, for miles."

Jill smiled. "I had that problem, at first. You feel like your eyes are trying to force a way through the wall, right?" Amber nodded. ", try this." She stood in front of a fire extinguisher, and waved Amber in front of her. "Try to focus on the fire extinguisher." she suggested. "You wanna feel like your eyes are pulling it closer...alright?"

"I'll try..." Amber concentrated, and Jill's eyes picked up Amber's x-ray beams, slowly shooting out from her eyes, through Jill's body, and finally connecting with the fire extinguisher behind her. "!" she cried. "Is that all there is to it?"

"That's it."

"Wow...thank you, Jill! I can see everything...inside the walls, through the walls, and...oh."


Amber smiled, and took hold of Jill. "Stand back."

The wall in front of them suddenly exploded in rubble, as a gloved fist punched its way through and a powerfully-built woman stepped out.

"Ultrawoman?" Jill asked.

"Lois!" Amber cried.

"Amber...what are you doing here?"

The teenager looked guilty. "I sort of...turned myself in. I was getting a bit freaked out, and the people here said they could get rid of my powers."

"Well, they were lying."

"Oh, I know that now. And anyway, I don't really want to get rid of them now. Jill's been teaching me how to use them properly...and I feel better about them."

"I'm glad." Lois then turned her attention to Jill, offering her hand. "I take it you're Jill Henderson?"

"That's right." Jill replied, shaking Lois' hand. "Denise got to you, didn't she?"

"She did. She had to fight her way out, but she made it. And now we've come back for you...we're getting all of you out of here."

"What can we do to help?" Jill asked. Lois was about to reply when suddenly the entire building shook under a tremendous explosion. The trio instinctively looked upwards, scanning through the ceiling to the source of the blast.

"Denise!" Jill gasped, as her x-ray vision found her costumed friend lying unconscious in a pile of rubble...with a contented smile on her face. "What's happened?"

"If I had to guess...she's been playing around with a Par-Las, and it's exploded..."

"A what-what?" asked Amber.

"Never mind." replied Lois. "She'll be alright, don't worry...and she's done us a favor, too. That corridor was the only way for the people above to get down here. Now that she's brought the roof down on herself, we won't be disturbed."

"But we can't just leave her!" Jill protested.

"No...alright, Jill, you go get her out of there - go the way I came in, it'll be quicker. Amber, I need you to take me below - I've gotta talk to all the women here and I need your help in organising a bloodless escape."


"Alright, let's go..."

"Oh - wait wait!" Amber cried. "Jill?"


"Um...please, don't forget what I asked you..."

Jill smiled. "About not going without you? I hadn't."

"It's just've helped me through a've been a good friend to me."

"So have you...oh, come here!" Jill grabbed Amber, and the pair hugged each other tightly. Jill gave Amber a kiss on her forehead, and then disappeared at superspeed through the hole in the wall that Ultrawoman had created by her entrance.

"It's good to see you've made a friend here." Lois said, as she started down the corridor.

"Oh, she's great. She's been teaching me how to control my powers, but I'm starting to enjoy having them more and more. Yesterday, we played catch with a tank-"

"A tank?" said Lois. "Pfft. Amber, you could play catch with this entire planet without breaking a sweat."


Lois nodded, smiling.


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14 Jul 2006 05:56 #6244 by ultragirl
Replied by ultragirl on topic Re: Transformatrix 4000
Slabs of concrete, rebar, and tempered alloy shifted as Denise roused from her brief afterglow. As of late, her recovery was nothing less than superhuman.

“I gotta have me one, or three, of those…” She whispered to herself. The mountain of rubble shifted as she turned to her side. The weight was under her notice. She could feel her nipples scraping into the concrete and grabbing at the rebar that was merely pushed aside. That meant one thing.

“CRAP! I liked that one!” Her armed shifted several tons above her as she sat up. She pouted for moment before looking around her. Now surprised, and delighted, at how much of the structure her casual fun had destroyed, Denise lifted her arm to clear the large slab and create a pocket within the debris. The air was thick with concrete dust, though no hinderance to her eyes. Denise felt a tingling in her nose and wiggled it. She recited the mantra that her husband had taught when just this occasion arised.

“Bananas, bananas, bananas…Ahh-SCHOO!”

The compound shook violently. Lois and the other girls looked about and through the walls wondering what could cause such an earth shuddering sound. Lois nearly couldn’t contain herself. The other girls gawked in amazement.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” She giggled.

“I’ll say!” replied Jill. “That’s power! Just how strong is she?”

“Plenty. Maybe the strongest. There’s no real way to test that, though.”

Denise took inventory of her surroundings in a quick sweep. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth covered.

“Oops.” She spoke through her fingers. “That was interesting.”

Massive pile of broken structure had cleared. She had blown a crater two levels down. She looked up and whistled.

“I’ll have to be careful with that.”

Denise’s body outline blurred. Vibrating hypersonically burned any filth from her body uncovering the perfection below. She shuddered forgetting how she got goose bumps and tingled when she did that.

“Hmph. Just as well, right Ultrawoman?” She smiled knowing she was listening.

“Right.” Denise heard clear as they seem to speak to the air. She peered down the long corridor ahead opening her senses. Layers of ferro-concrete peeled away as did the inches thick steel door revealing another security team. She stomped her foot mischieviously to watch them all duck and scatter as the compound shook again.

“Denise. I’m trying to work here, please.”

“Sorry, it’s just fun watching them flinch. They scatter like roaches.”

“Roaches? That’s not nice, girlie. You were a roach at one point, remember? Have fun, but let’s try not to pick on those weaker than you.”

“Which is everyone. I hear you, though. Sorry.”

An evil grin parted Denise’s full lips as a wicked idea formed in her head. She wasn’t done playing with them.

Her body became a flesh-colored blur through the straight corridor. The sound of her passage rocked any adjoining rooms. Her form materialized when she slowed and she pressed into the door’s steel.

On the other side, the team flinched once more. Two round protrusions had suddenly popped from the steel barrier. Both of the impressions glowed red hot but were cooling quickly. Moments passed until a low ranking soldier was sent forward to investigate.

Denise chuckled as she watched them look on with a mix of fear, wonderment, and caution. She could hear the young soldier’s heartbeat as he approached. He was very young and handsome. Despite Denise’s thirty years, she could pass for a sexy nineteen. She loved how men responded to her.

The young soldier craned his neck forward. His eyes merely inches from the impression. Denise breathed deeply. The bumps groaned and lifted. The young soldier bravely moved closer running on curiousity.

“What is it, Cavin?”

“I…I’m not sure, sir.”

Cavin lowered his rifle. He found his hand reaching up to the stretched metal seemingly on its own. The metal was strangely warm to the touch. He cupped it.

“Whoa!” Cavin stumbled back as two sharp ‘pings’ shook him from his hypnosis.

Behind the wall, Denise was having the time of her life. Her nipples had no more trouble manipulating metal than her hands it seemed. The ocean of strength between her and the rest of the world seem to grow with every new discovery. She could barely contain herself when the young soldier seem nearly scared out of his uniform. The entire team raised their weapons to her chest.

“It’s time to make an appearance, girls. Don’t’ worry, they’ll be gentle.” She spoke into her cleavage.

She anxiously pressed forward. The steel, already weakened began to split over her engorged, impervious nipples. Denise felt the cool draft of air move over them. They hardened and the steel proved weaker as it was pressed aside.

The team looked on as the tension built in the room. Screaming metal traveled over the walls. As Denise’s tan flesh slowly became more exposed, her pink nipples leading the way, the team leader’s eyes widened. Denise’s smile widened as well.

“No. No freaking way! Those are…”

“Fire! Put her down!”

A hail of gunfire peppered Denise’s bosom. Thousands of rounds danced over her skin. With no other target provided, her breasts received their full attention and full extent of their fire power. She continued to watch through the door enjoying the comedy of the situation. She was in complete control even if they had the guns. Denise leaned forward once more.

Shrieking steel penetrated the den of gunfire once more. Their aim followed Denise’s chest in slow circles. Spent rounds piled in front of the door. The team leader gave a cease fire and it slowed to a ragged stop. Denise continued her do-it-yourself on the door widening the hole further. Quickly, she pulled her ‘girls’ from the hole. A quick examination confirmed what she already knew. They still looked perfect and round, albeit a bit smudged. A sweep of her heat vision burned away the lead smudges to her satisfaction. She brought her beautiful face down to the hole. Once again, the team raised their weapons.

“Hi!” She beamed.

“Now!” An order was barked.

Denise giggled. Another volley trickled ineffectually against her face. She amusingly observed, despite the gunfire, how fearful they looked. They seem to want nothing more than to stop her from coming through the door. Her hand reached down for purchase through the seam between the door and the floor. Wiggling her fingers, her nails sheered into the metal. She managed to part the seam with ease. The door deformed into a ‘v’ at the center as she finally exposed herself fully to the deadly barrage. Slowly, purposefully, she stepped through her self-made portal. They hadn’t let up, and she was happy about that. The gunfire itself did little more than beat ineffectually against her. She appreciated their purpose and how little it worked against her. She thought she would never tire of it.

“Lay the trap!”

Denise cocked her head with amused interest. “Trap?”

A device slid across the floor between her long legs. The nuclear emblem was in bright yellow on top. She looked up continuing to be amused. A barrier shot from the floor between her and the security team. She winked at Cavin before he lost sight of her. A flash filled the space she was in. Bolts of energy lanced across her legs and abdomen.

“It’s nothing like the new Par-Las.” She shrugged. Finding herself unable to look through the lead wall, she looked down waiting for the device to finish its job. Suddenly, she was curious as to how a nuclear bomb might feel, if she felt it.

Nuclear energy traveled over her body and face while she leaned down to grasp the device.

“They sure don’t want me to leave. No expense is being spared here,” she mused. “Maybe this will be a good opportunity to make my point.” She wadded the device into her hands as it sputtered to nothing more than a stray spark. The barrier was lowered.

“Neat toy.” The wadded device dropped to the floor. Denise crossed her arms under her chest presenting her naked breasts to the security team. “Got anymore?”

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17 Jul 2006 10:51 #6264 by Spulo
Replied by Spulo on topic Re: Transformatrix 4000
The commander didn't even have time to give his men new orders before the corridor shook with an explosion from behind them, just around the corner. The frightened soldiers turned - and raised their weapons as another beautiful superwoman stepped confidently towards them. However, the new arrival barely noticed them - her eyes were fixed firmly on Denise, and her mouth formed a broad smile. "Denise?"

"Jill!" The soldiers moved aside as the two superwomen ran to each other, and as they grabbed each other in a tight hug the soldiers regrouped at the end of the corridor, before opening fire again. Denise and Jill held each other close as the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off their invulnerable bodies.

"I've missed you, Denise." Jill whispered. "Oh, it's so great to see you again..."

"And you, babe. I've missed you too." Denise replied, as they finally let go of each other. "You're looking great. Is it my imagination, or have you gotten a little bit beefier since I saw you last?"

Jill looked down at herself, and shrugged. "I guess. Been working out a lot."

"It looks good on you..."

Jill smiled, and reached out for Denise's cape. "So, what's with the costume? You planning on joining up with the superheroes or something?"

"If they'll have me." she joked. "Well, Supergirl's loaned me this for today...but beyond that...who knows?"

"Wow..." Denise did a little twirl, showing the whole costume off for Jill. "But don't you feel a"

"I thought I would...I've never worn so little in public before, I like it. It feels good...especially this bit." she said, taking hold of Jill's hands and placing them on the 'S' shield of her costume. As if to make the point, a bullet bounced off the shield as soon as she removed them, striking Jill on the nose before falling harmlessly to the floor.

The pair then turned their attention to the soldiers. "You lot still here?" Denise asked teasingly. She took a step towards them, and the shooting began all over again.

"They're not gonna back down, are they?" Jill asked with a smile.

"No...that's why it's so much fun...watching them trying anything to stop us...even though they can't stop us. No-one can stop us."

"So, what was that explosion? I saw, you were unconscious."

Denise grinned. "Only for a few moments. And I did that to myself, anyway."

"So what was it?"

"Only the best orgasm of my life. Before we go, you gotta try it. See, what I did was-"

A sudden cry of pain instinctively made Jill and Denise look up. The inevitable had happened. A bullet had bounced off them, and struck one of the soldiers. "Cavin!" Denise called as the soldier she'd been teasing earlier fell to the floor with a bullet in his shoulder, and before his friends could drag him away, Denise had leapt forward to help, using her own invulnerable body and bullet-proof cape as a shield to protect the fallen soldier from further fire. "Don't struggle." Denise whispered. "It'll be alright. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Let me see." said Jill. She scanned Cavin's shoulder with her x-ray vision, and grimaced. "God, that looks nasty."

"We've gotta get him to hospital..."

"Wait...I wanna try something." Jill stared at the wound, before shooting green beams from her eyes. Only Denise could detect them, but even she didn't know what they were for. Cavin cried out in pain, but Jill kept going...until eventually the bullet slid out of his body, suspended in the green light.

"Telekenesis..." Denise whispered. "I had no idea."

"You wanna blast this?"

"Sure." Denise fired a quick burst of heat-vision at the bullet, disintegrating it instantly.

"He's still bleeding pretty bad...we do need to get him to hospital." She made to pick him up, but Denise stopped her.

"Can I carry him?" she asked.

"Sure. And I'll...punch us a way through." Jill pointed at the ceiling with her fists, before crouching down and launching herself upwards, tearing through the above floors to the surface. Denise again shielded Cavin with her cape to make sure no falling debris or dust got into his wound, before gently picking him up and cradling him in her arms.

"It'll be alright." she whispered. "I'm so sorry..."

"Hold it - you're not taking him anywhere." said the commander, stepping forward and drawing his pistol.

Denise grinned. "Come get him, then." She'd launched herself into the sky before those words had reached the commander's ears...

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