Call Him Power Girl

Power Girl

Commissioned by Anonymous

Kyle heard the sound of plastic crumple as he padded around with his fingers, shifting tiny, hard grains around as he searched… “Come on,” he whispered, “come on.” Kyle had his eyes glued to the screen, where the members of The Justice League converged on Apocalypse and his Female Furies.

“You can’t win!” Superman announced, hovering above the scene.

“Surrender now!” Wonder Woman added.

“Come and meet my fists!” Apocalypse bellowed.

“Watch out!” Kyle shouted, his fingers still searching, probing, the sound of plastic crinkling louder as he grew more urgent. “It’s a trap!”

Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Arrow and Power Girl charged into the fray. The ground around Darkseid began to glow, and suddenly the entire Justice League froze, suspended in glowing orbs of energy.

“You have fallen into my trap!” Apocalypse chortled.

“I told you!” Kyle shouted. He loved the DCAU, and he really got into it when he watched the movies. The “camera” focused on Power Girl just as Kyle’s fingers touched something soft, squishy and a little greasy. He pincered it between his thumb and index finger, then pulled it from the bag, holding it in the air triumphantly: the last piece of buttery popcorn.

“Superman!” Power Girl shouted, and whatever actress they’d hired to voice her had, Kyle thought, an extremely sexy voice. “I think we can use our heat vision to escape!” Kyle’s eyes dropped from Power Girl’s beautiful face to the swell of her breasts, threatening to pour out the top of her little white costume. “I want her body,” Kyle whispered as he tossed the popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth–

FLASH.

Kyle felt uncomfortable, like he suddenly didn’t quite fit in the butt groove her cultivated in his couch low these many years. He shifted and felt a weight on his chest sway and bounce. “What?” He said, confused at the high pitched sound of his voice, and looking down he saw the swelling of two large, firm breasts straining to get out of a tiny little white top… Kyle brought his slender hands to his chest, cupping and squeezing his breasts in disbelief, registering that he now wore blue gloves, and looking down past the impossible depths of his cleavage, he saw bare, shapely legs…

“Holy Krypton!” Kyle shouted, his head slamming into the ceiling, shattered bits of plaster raining over him. He looked down and saw his booted feet dangling in the air, and he realized he was now floating in the air. He’d meant to jump to his feet but had launched himself into the air. “I can fly?” He said, now brushing the bangs that had fallen across his eyes away. “What the hell?”

Kyle didn’t know how to fly, or more specifically how to fly down. He wanted to fly to his bathroom and check himself out in the mirror. Making swimming motions with his hands, he rotated in the air until he was angling downward, immediately becoming aware of the way his breasts now swayed and hung from his chest, tugged on by gravity. Kyle willed himself to fly down, and–

CRASH!

Kyle found himself face planted into the floor. Lifting his head, he ran his hand through his now longer hair, tossing bits of tile aside even as he grimaced and then spat a chunk of broken tile from his mouth. “This is insane,” Kyle said, and thought, have I lost my mind? Doing his best to stay calm, he climbed to his feet, making sure not to initiate any more sudden actions, and he walked toward the bathroom.

Okay. Even walking seemed weird and off. First, his arms bumped into his now wide, round hips, so he had to change the position of his arms, and then with each step he felt his breasts bounce, his hips swivel, and it sure seemed like he had waaaaay more booty wiggling along as he walked on what seemed like too long legs. He became aware that he seemed perched on his toes while also becoming conscious of the clack clack clack of his heels.

Heels? Shit, he thought, I can’t believe I’m wearing heels.

He entered the bathroom and paused just to the side of the mirror. The thought of seeing what he’d become? It scared him. He looked at his blue gloves, the swell of his cleavage, his white leotard. He could feel it tight against his crotch, could feel what wasn’t there anymore, what was missing. He recognized the costume. He even thought he recognized these curves, though he’d never seen them from this angle.

Just rip off the band-Ade he whispered, and he stepped in front of the mirror. He didn’t see himself, but despite having guessed as much, he gasped and staggered backwards as he stared at the face and body of Power Girl, with her golden blond hair, blue eyes.

“I look like a centerfold,” Kyle gasped, still with that sexy little voice. He reached once more to cup and lift his breasts. “Oh!” They were so big, so sensitive. He thought once more about that tight feeling of the leotard against his crotch, the empty feeling between his legs. Looking in the mirror, his eyes confirmed what he wasn’t feeling– there was no bulge from his junk at all, just the gentle rising of a– mound. “Am I a girl?” He wondered, more because he was fighting against admitting to himself that he was 100% female now than because of any lack of evidence.

Kyle let one hand drop from his breast, let his fingers trail down along his tummy, down toward that space between his legs, until it slipped over that soft mound, only a thin strip of fabric between his hand and his vagina. He cupped his new sex, could feel the soft lips under his palm, his knees going weak as he squeezed, gently, that warm, soft space… “Oh, shit… A guy isn’t supposed to feel this…” he thought, even as he felt his nipples growing hard, throbbing… Curious and now feeling a powerful new need to feel something inside him, he started to slip his fingers under the fabric of his costume…

The screaming of brakes, the crunching of steel, snapped him out of his reverie, and then he heard a child scream, “Help!”

Kyle’s head snapped toward the direction of the voice. He suddenly became aware of a hubbub of background noise that had been percolating just beneath his consciousness– voices murmuring, car engines idling… a jackhammer somewhere… super hearing, he realized. Just like in the comics. It seemed his brain was able to focus in on the sounds of an emergency, and he heard more voices as he headed toward his apartment window. “Trapped…. stay back… gas leak… someone help!”

“I’m scared!” The little girl cried.

Kyle opened the window, then hesitated. Could he really do this? Should he? He was just an ordinary guy; he couldn’t be a hero. But, then, he looked down at his body, and a new part of Kevin came awake. “I have superpowers for some reason. I don’t even know how, but I have to at least try and help.”

He hesitated once more, looking down the 12 stories to the sidewalk below. “If I am actually just going crazy, when I jump out of this window I could plunge to my death.”

“Fire!”

The little girl screamed.

Kyle leapt out the window, and he did not find himself plunging to his death, but instead pinwheeling through the air, his cape wrapping around hi face as he struggled to control and guide his flight, just trying to will himself in the direction of the danger.

Spinning, twisting, fighting with his cape as he hurtled through the air before Kyle slammed into the ground and rolled across the pavement. He could smell burning gas and struggled to his feet, tossing his cape aside. A crowd of people gaped at him. Kyle felt like a bit of a fool, but he didn’t have time to worry about his unheroic entrance. He took in the situation. A car, rolled over, a little girl trapped in the back, and fire racing toward the gas tank. Remembering Power Girl’s skills, Kyle took a deep breath and then unleashed a blast of super breath that flattened and killed the fire. Then, he–

Clang.

Launched himself into the side of the car, headfirst. He really needed to figure out how to control his movements. Grabbing the smashed and jammed door, he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Super strength, pretty cool. Then, he reached into the car, snapped the girl’s seat belt and, cradling her in his arms, carried her away from the smolder wreck. The girl’s teary-eyed mother ran up, and Kyle handed her the baby. “Oh, my God! My baby!” The woman cried, kissing her daughter on the cheek.

Kyle lingered, not sure what to do, and a man in the crowd called out, “Who are you?”

Kyle looked over and almost said, “Kyle” but then he reconsidered. “I’m Power Girl,” he said, planting his hands on his hips in what he hoped was a suitable superhero pose.

The crowd clapped and cheered. Hmmm, Kyle thought, maybe this superhero thing could be pretty cool. He reveled in the adulation, but then he heard a teenager in the audience whisper, “she sure has super tits.”

“Gross!” Kyle said, looking over to see the boys undressing him with their eyes. Kyle was not used to having guys stare at him like that, and he suddenly felt extremely self-conscious of his newfound status as a female. He had to get away from those– boys. He launched himself into the air, hearing a sonic boom as he rocketed right through and up over the clouds.

“Oops! Sorry!” Kyle said, feeling bad about the whole sonic boom. He looked around, feeling a little scared to be just kind of floating up there above the world supported by– nothing? He decided he better get home, and he wanted to figure out two things 1) why had this happened and 2) how did he change back?

Chapter 2

Could it have been the popcorn? Kyle wondered, sitting on the couch, replaying the events leading up to his transformation through his mind. He had just tossed the last kernel into his mouth. He picked up the bag and looked inside, seeing nothing but a few unpopped kernels and some grains of salt. Kyle’s new body distracted him. Every time he moved his arm, it brushed against the side of his breasts, which made him remember he had breasts, which made him look down at his breasts, which made him horny. As much as he wanted to concentrate of figuring out why he had changed, the distraction of his soft, jiggling new curves proved too much.

He couldn’t help himself, and he slipped his thumbs under the shoulder straps of his leotard and slipped it off his shoulders. As he tugged it down under his breasts, they popped free and swayed on his chest as he felt the cool air wash over his lump, wide, pink nipples. Staring down at the full, round breasts jutting from his chest, he felt dizzy. Kyle loved boobs, and it didn’t seem possible he had his own now, and such big, firm, perky breasts at that. He reached up once more, cupping the soft, bare flesh with his small hands, squeezing as impossible, feminine pleasures shoot to spark from his nipples right down to the space between his legs.

Squeezing his legs together, he moaned and lay back on the couch, continuing to fondle his breasts, to squeeze them together, to run his thumbs over his hard, throbbing nipples. He felt himself growing wet, and an insistent need building within him. He shoved his leotard down over his hips, down until it was tangled around his ankles. Nervous, hands trembling, he slipped them between his soft thighs, and pressed his fingers against his hairless mound.

“Unh!” He cried out, arching his back as that need grew, an utterly female need he had never known or even imagined.He slipped one finger between the lips of his vagina, sending a shivery bolt of pleasure through his whole body, every inch of his skin tingling… and then he slipped three more fingers inside him, just the tips at first, but his body wanted more, needed more, and he slipped them in, deeper, even as his other hand was drawn to back to his chest, to cup and squeeze his breasts as he moaned and gasped softly, his blonde hair falling across his face.

His knuckle brushed against something– “Unh!” he moaned, loud, as an intense heat spread through him. Is that my clit? He wondered, now touching it, arching his back in ecstasy, his ind wild, almost like he had a fever, as he began to play with it, gasping, moaning, a tension building within him until… “Omigod!” He cried out as a ball of fire seemed to explode within him, and he arched his back and then collapsed back onto the couch, panting.

Kyle lay there for a time, he wasn’t even sure how long, buzzing in a soft world of warmth as echoes of his first female orgasm kept lapping over his sweat-slick body… he wasn’t thinking about anything, couldn’t think about anything, but just reveled in the memory of what he’d just experienced, the thrill of this soft, young, female body…

As he slowly began to emerge from afterglow, his eyes fell to a bronze medallion on the coffee table, half buried under the pile of junk mail he’d tossed on top of it that morning.

He sat up, breasts swaying, and grabbed the medallion, holding it up. Could this have something to do with his transformation, he wondered, remembering how he’d found it. He’d been jogging in the woods near his place the day before when, out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen something flash off the trail among the underbrush. He paused, jogging in place, and had almost just shrugged it off and kept running, but for some reason, he’d gotten curious, and so he’d run off the trail, expecting to find a broken bottle or an old beer can.

“Interesting,” he’d said when instead of the usual trail junk, he’d found himself looking down at a medallion on a long chain dangling from the broken branch of a fallen, moss-covered tree trunk. It looked old, ancient even, and Kyle had plucked the medallion from the branch and held it up by the chain, the medallion spinning slowly, catching the light…

He held it the same way now back in his apartment, the medallion spinning slowly, hypnotically, only he could have sworn when he first found it the medallion had been emblazoned with the outline of a male. Now, it was clearly female.

He remembered his words as he’d been watching TV, drinking in Power Girl: I want her body. He’d said it, and now he had her body. Kyle did not believe in magic, and as impossible as it was for him to believe that this medallion had somehow granted his wish, though not in the way he’d intended, he couldn’t deny that he now had Power Girl’s body.

He should probably wish he had his old body back, he decided. I mean, it had been fun being Power Girl, and that sex had been something amazing, but did he really want to be a girl for the rest of his life, even a Power Girl? No.

Yes, he would have to make a wish to return to his old body, he thought, wandering to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, with his big, blue eyes and blonde hair, his pale, radiant skin, that gorgeous body. Yes, h would most definitely wish himself back to being a guy. He had to, really, and he would.

Later.

Right now, he really kinda wanted to take a bath. He hung the medallion on a hook on the back of the bathroom door and turned on the water, giggling softly as he imagined the fun he was about to have in the bathtub. “I am such a bad girl,” he whispered, hooking his hair behind his ear and giggling some more.

Chapter Three

After a long, warm, relaxing bath, Kyle toweled off and that wrapped himself in his now oversized terry cloth robe. He yawned. It was getting late, but he sat down at the kitchen table and opened his laptop, thinking he would check his work email before laying down. He’d decided to sleep as Power Girl, and then he guessed he would wish himself back to his old self in the morning. He couldn’t very well show up to work as Power Girl.

Or, could he?

Kyle had logged into the work portal, which now showed a picture of a smiling blonde girl and welcomed him as Karen Starr. Shit. That was Power Girl’s secret identity in the comics. What the hell? Curious, Kyle looked for his wallet, which he usually threw into a bowl just inside the front door. The bowl was not there. Instead, he saw a purse. I have a purse? He thought, not sure how he liked the idea, but getting up he went over and fished out the wallet, opened it up and looked at his driver’s license, which also identified him as Karen Starr.

The wish, he realized, had given him more than Power Girl’s body. It had changed the world around him. This changed everything. As he wandered to his closet, he started thinking about going to work as Karen. It might be fun to see how the other half lived, right? He opened his closet and confirmed his suspicions as it was now filled with women’s clothes, what looked like 20 pairs of shoes and boots lined up along one wall. In his dresser he found bras and panties.

He sat on his bed, stretching a pair of lacey panties between his hands. Could he really do this? Could he go dress as a woman, go out and be a woman in regular life? He wasn’t sure, but he just might. I mean, when would he ever get a chance like this again? Besides, maybe as a girl he would finally be able to talk to Misty, his totally insane work crush.

He’d decide in the morning. For now, he was struggling to keep his eyes open, so he lay down, rolled onto his side, and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 4

Kyle closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the hot water from the shower head pour over his face and then wash down over his shoulders and breasts. He couldn’t help but cop a feel; his breasts were so soft, so sensitive, just the slightest touch sent shivers of pleasure down his spine and curled his toes. Squirting some Irish Spring body wash into his hands, he rubbed them together, working up a cloud of fragrant lather, and then began to rub it across his breasts, his belly and then between his–

“Fire! Fire!” He heard a voice shouting, his super hearing once more reacting to the sound of an emergency.

“Shoot!” Kyle quickly rinsed off, then used his super speed to race from the shower, superfast dry himself and slip into Power Girl’s costume before launching himself out the window. He was getting the hang of flying, and though he was still a little wobbly and uncertain in the air, he did manage to at least keep himself from spinning and getting caught up in his cape. He raced in the direction of the shout, though even as he approached, he started to feel uneasy. He only heard one voice shouting, and he saw no smoke, couldn’t smell anything burning, could this be….?

POW!

Kyle felt someone slam into him, driving him down into the ground, smashing a crater into the earth. Someone was straddling him now, and he blocked a fist that came flying at his face, looked up and saw, “Dark Supergirl!”

“That’s right, Power Slut,” Dark Super girl screamed, unleashing a flurry of fists that Kyle barely managed to block and evade. Never having been in a super fight before, Kyle felt like he was about to be overwhelmed, and he launched himself into the air, tossing Dark Supergirl off of him.

Dark Super Girl immediately activated her heat vision and sent an arc cutting across the sky. Kyle, not even sure what would happen if she hit him with it, remembered what he’d seen in the comics and activated his own heat vision, meeting Dark Super Girl’s blast with his own. Their heat vision flared and exploded, and they found themselves locked in a heat vision showdown.

Kyle thought back, trying to remember everything he knew about Dark Super Girl. “You don’t have to do this!” He shouted. “You’re suffering from trauma, twisted memories!”

“Liar!” Dark Super Girl screamed. “I was sent here to kill you and my cousin, Kal-el!”

Kyle found himself freaking out. On the one hand, he was a huge fan of all things DC, and it was so cool that here was Dark Super Girl right in front of him. On the other hand, she was trying to kill him, evidently, and he wasn’t even close to being in full control of his powers. They were also close to so many people who could be hurt by their fight, Kyle, once more discovering his inner hero, knew what he had to do, and he shot up into the air, up and up… Dark Super Girl chased behind, trying to fry him with her heat vision, but Kyle managed to dodge as he led her right to the surface of the moon.

Kyle landed, staring in wonder at the sight of the earth off in the distance, the cold, rocky surface of the moon beneath his feet. He didn’t have long to admire the view and Dark Super Girl came hurtling toward him. He launched himself to meet her in midair, and they grappled, exchanging punches, twisting, turning, their soft, bare legs intertwined as they wrestled above the surface of the moon. Locked together, they found themselves staring into each other’s eyes.

Dark Super Girl calmed, her pupils growing wide. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered.

“You’re super hot,” Kyle said, staring into her eyes. They stopped fighting, and Kyle ran his hand through Dark Super Girl’s hair, while she cupped his cheek.

Neither planned nor expected it, but they kissed, pressing their bodies together, floating in the air, twirling as their hot tongues met, each of them moaning softly. Kyle lifted a leg, pressing his sex against her, his breasts against her breasts, and Dark Super Girl cupped his ass and squeezed, the two of them floating down toward the surface of the moon, Kyle gently landing on his back, Super Girl on top as she tugged at the top of his outfit, yanking it down under his breasts, which she stared at hungrily, then leaned down and drew Kyle’s nipple into her hot, wet mouth, sucking…

Kyle gasped, arching his back. He’d never known such pleasure, and he reached under Dark Super Girl’s skirt…

“Ahem.”

They both turned, shocked, to see Wonder Woman standing there. “You ladies should know public displays of affection are not–”

Dark SuperGirl launched herself into space, a sudden blur. Wonder Woman bolted after her.

“Oh, damn,” Kyle whispered. He was so horny now, he just wanted to finish himself right then and there, but he didn’t know if there were other heroes around, and he also wasn’t sure what would happen if anyone found out he wasn’t the real Power Girl.

He took off and headed back to Earth, glancing back constantly to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Meanwhile, he was thinking of only one thing, one special object he hoped he would find in his apartment when he got home.

Hot and oh so bothered, nipples hard as diamonds, as soon as Kyle got back to his apartment, he went straight to the refrigerator, yanked open the door, and then pulled open one of the bottom drawers, “Yes!” He grabbed the big, thick cucumber he’d been thinking of since the moment her left the moon and hugged it to his breasts.

Kyle couldn’t help but giggle as he slipped out of his costume, thinking over what he was about to do. It was so female. Something he’d never even thought about only a day ago, and yet now he had such an aching need, such an aching space that needed, demanded, to be filled.

Chapter 5

The next day being Saturday, a rested and very satisfied Kyle got up and, snug in his big, terry cloth bathrobe, curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee and his laptop, wondering what to do with himself. The medallion was there, gleaming on the table in the morning sunlight, but he just wasn’t ready to wish himself back into his old male life and body. It surprised him, in fact, that he was already getting comfortable in his new body, and he wondered if he might miss the weight of his breasts, the way his booty spread beneath him when he sat, the feeling of his soft, hairless thighs pressing together.

Kyle tapped “things to do today near me” into his search engine, and immediately sat up, shouting, “eureka!” He’d been so distracted by the whole Power Girl he’d totally forgotten that today was the local Comic Con, which he’d been planning to attend anyway, having been lucky enough to snatch up a ticket months ago the night they had first gone on sale.

Kyle had been looking forward to it for months, but now he was positively giddy. He went to his closet, threw open the door and smile at the white leotard, the red cape. Yup, this year he would be cosplaying as Power Girl. He couldn’t wait.

As Kyle made his way from the parking garage to the convention center, he saw crowds of people milling about out front– young, old, guys, girls, many of them in costume– they were taking pictures, laughing, posing. A huge banner above the main entrance read “Welcome! Comic Con 2022!” Kyle felt his heart race as he walked through the crowd, and his ears were buzzing as his super hearing picked up comments:

“Hot as hell… fine ass woman… she looks just like Power Girl! Look at those legs! Her skin is so bright!”

Kyle could feel his cheeks burning as he blushed furiously, not used to getting so much attention.

“Great costume!” A girl dressed as Alice from Genshin Impact shouted.

“Thanks!” Kyle sang out in his soft, feminine voice. “You, too!”

“Wanna do a picture?” A girl dressed as Wonder Woman said. She was with a small group all dressed as DC characters– Bat Girl, Super Girl and Zatanna.

“Sure!” Kyle said, hurrying over. They introduced themselves and gushed over each other’s costumes. Kyle, who had been a little nervous at first, realized that he was just one of the girls now, a realization that struck him as– kinda cool.

He and the girls all struck superhero power poses while one of the girl’s boyfriends, boldly dressed up as Hawkgirl, shot some pictures. “Wanna connect?” Sherri, the one dressed up as Wonder Woman asked. “

“Yeah!” They all liked each other on social media, and Kyle saw their picture, which Jeff/Hawkgirl had already posted to Instagram, had already gotten 10 likes.

“Are you entering the costume contest?” Sheri asked. “You totally should. Your costume is so real.”

Kyle giggled. He hadn’t thought about it, but now he did a little girly shrug he’d picked up from watching the other girls and said, “I guess?”

“You have to!”

Kyle went inside, and as he walked, he could feel the eyes of guys- and a few girls– roving hungrily over his body. He couldn’t blame them. He knew he was hot, and his costume left very little to the imagination. Most of them were respectful, following the three second rule. He discovered he kind of liked being checked out, especially when the people checking him out were cute. It made him feel sexy and powerful. He did not like it when a creepy guy just stared at him, though. Gross!

Kyle made his way to the table to sign up for the contest and got in line. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and turning, he saw it was that same girl dressed as Alice from Genshin Impact. “Oh, hi!” Kyle said.

“Hey!” The girl said. “I just had to tell you again how great you look!”

Once more, Kyle felt his cheeks growing red. The girl was super cute, and he instantly liked her. Plus, she was dressed as one of his favorite anime characters. “Omigod,” the girl said. “You are blushing like crazy.”

“Oh, no,” Kyle said, covering his cheeks with his small hands, embarrassed the girl had noticed, worried she would realize he liked her.

‘I think it’s cute,” the girl said. “I’m Bonnie.”

“Karen.”

“Just like the real Power Girl!” Bonni squealed as she threw her arms around Kyle and gave him a hug. She was one of those outgoing girls who loved to show her feelings. After an awkward moment, Kyle got over his shock and answered the hug, enjoying the feeling of their soft bodies pressing together.

“Would you mind helping me out?” Bonnie said. “My corset needs to be tightened?”

“Sure?” Kyle said.

Bonnie turned. “Just tighten the laces.”

Kyle grabbed the laces at the back of her corset dress, pulled them tighter.

“Look at the tits on that one,” A guy said, and Kyle didn’t need super hearing to pick up the loud comment.

“I bet that little witch girl can work wonders with that mouth!” Another said.

Bonnie turned and slit her eyes at the two guys, who were dressed as the Mario Brothers. “Fuck off!” She said. “Perverts!”

“Rude,” one of the guys said as he backed away.

“Lesbian!” The other shouted.

“Ugh!” Bonnie said, shaking her head. “Men are so disgusting.”

Kyle, still thinking of himself as a man, just nodded.

Once they’d signed up for the contest, Bonnie grabbed Kyle’s hand and said, “Come on. You can hang out with me.” Seeing Kyle alone and with how blushingly self-conscious he seemed, Bonnie assumed he was maybe an only child, maybe an orphan, no family around, no friends. Shy. Bonnie thought he needed a friend. She was one of those people, always looking to make others feel welcome.

Kyle, the tingling from his hand rising right up his arm, followed along. They started walking around the tables in the exhibition hall, checking out all the cool games and toys being sold before settling in at The Mile High Comics kiosk, looking through back issues.

“You’re super pretty,” Bonnie said at one point. “How did you get your legs so muscular?”

Kyle froze, both feeling a little self-conscious about Bonnie’s comments and also because he couldn’t exactly tell her he’d gotten them from a magic medallion. “I… er…”

‘I bet you do, like, a hundred squats a day!”

“Yes! How did you know?” Kyle said, relieved. “That’s my secret. Squats.”

“I knew it!”

Kyle and Bonnie wandered around the convention, stopping in for a panel discussion with the writers from She Hulk, and then it was time for the costume content. Kyle and Bonnie watched as the others took the stage, clapping and cheering on the other contestants. Some of them were super elaborate, with armor that flashed and emitted smoke clouds. “I have no chance!” Kyle said, thinking his costume was too simple.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Bonnie said. She had really pretty eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and one of those crooked, pirate smiles.

When Kyle’s turn came, he couldn’t resist. Striding out onto the stage, he struck a pose and then rose slightly in the air, making his eyes flash with heat vision, then landing as the crowd roared. “Okay, Power Girl!” The MC chuckled. “Let’s keep that heat vision in check! We don’t want any fire code violations.”

Kyle grinned, winked at the judges and then sauntered off stage, putting a little extra sass in the sway of his hips.

Bonnie went on next, and Kyle felt himself worrying for her. He really wanted the audience to give her a big cheer, but his worries were soon allayed as she strode out onto the stage, super confident, her magic book in hand and as she waved her arms as if casting a magic spell, the book lit up and flashed a golden light. The audience went insane, and Kyle shouted and cheered as Bonnie strutted off the stage and then threw herself into Kyle’s arms.

Once all the contestants had made their appearances, the judges deliberated, and the winners were announced. Bonnie won second place and went to the stage, glowing as she accepted her trophy, looking over at Kyle, who gazed back, feeling so proud of his new friend.

“And the winner is a newcomer,” the MC said. “Folks, I give you the one and only……. Power Girl!”

“What? Omigod!” Kyle said, clutching his hands to his chest. “Me?”

He was so shocked, he just stayed off to the side, frozen, so Bonnie ran to him and grabbed his hand, dragging him onto the stage, where the celebrity judge, Scarlet Johansen, handed him his trophy. Kyle couldn’t stop grinning, staring out into the lights to the audience beyond, glowing, while Bonnie slipped her arm around his waist and the two of them raised their trophies above their heads.

Chapter 7

“I told you!” Bonnie said.

“I can’t believe I won!” Kyle said. “I mean, it should have been you.”

“Most of the judges were guys,” Bonnie said between sips of her smoothie. “And you have an incredible rack.”

Kyle blushed again.

“Omigod, you are so cute!”

This time, Kyle reached out and took Bonnie’s hand. “You’re really pretty,” he said. “I love your smile.”

Bonnie’s eyes went soft. She smiled. “I have a room here at the hotel,” she said. “Wanna come up for a drink?”

“I would like that,” Kyle said, heart racing, his voice hoarse.

The two of them walked to the elevator, giggling, bumping against each other, trophies in hand. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Bonnie grabbed Kyle and pulled him to her, kissing him as she pressed her body against his. Kyle was lost in passion, kissing her back, letting his hands roam down her back, exploring her body. He felt Bonnie squeeze his ass, and they fell back against the wall, kissing, searching, legs entwined. When the elevator reached their floor, they fell out of the elevator, still making out, Bonnie guiding them as they fed hungrily on kisses, before falling against the door to Bonnie’s room. Kyle couldn’t stop himself. He wanted, needed to feel her lips on his. Somehow, Bonnie got the door open, and they tumbled into the room and then onto the bed, Bonnie climbing on top of Kyle, giggling, her hair falling all around her face as she looked down at him, smiling.

“Let’s get naked,” she said, turning. “Get me out of this dress.”

Kyle sat up and untied the corset laces at the back of Bonnie’s dress, then slipped it off her soft, round shoulders, pulling it down, enjoying the sight of her back– the small shoulder blades, the smooth, glowing skin. Bonnie stood and shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress and stood before Kyle in a black lace bra and panties.

Kyle’s breath caught in his throat. “Wow.”

Bonnie liked the reaction, and then showing surprising strength she grabbed the top of Kyle’s leotard and yanked it down under his breasts, which swayed, his hard nipples pointing up, aching with need. Bonnie pushed him into his back and climbed on top again, this time planting her hot, wet mouth on one of his nipples, sucking. Kyle pushed his leotard off, then reached around and unhooked Bonnie’s bra, slipping it off her and tossing it away.

Bonnie had small but firm, perky breasts, and Kyle reached up and squeezed them, then ran his thumbs across his nipples. Bonnie moaned softly, then started to kiss Kyle on his neck, his breasts, and then down along his tummy until she was between his legs, kissing his mound, his new sex. Kyle grabbed his own breasts now, fondling, squeezing, arching his back and crying out as Bonnie’s tongue slid between the hot, wet lips of his vagina.

It was bliss, a bliss he’d never imagined, and instinctively he lifted his legs, wrapping them around Bonnie’s body. The two of them, lost in pleasure, touching, kissing, moaning, enjoyed each other’s bodies, until Kyle found himself between Bonnie’s legs, licking, kissing, until Bonnie shuddered and cried out, “Yes! Yes! Omigod, yes!”

They lay together afterward, staring into each other’s eyes, their legs entwined. Kyle’s arm lay across Bonnie’s slender waist, and she had one arm over his soft shoulder. They didn’t talk– not with words. They didn’t need to. They just stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying the afterglow, slowly drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

When Kyle woke, he immediately became aware of Bonnie’s absence. He sat up, scared, feeling insecure, but then he heard the sound of the shower, and he lay back, hugging a pillow to his chest. His head swam with conflicting feelings. He’d never felt so close to a woman before, never felt so good. But, he wasn’t really Power Girl– Karen. He felt like he should tell Bonnie everything, tell her who he really was, but then he remembered what she’d said about men.

Would she totally hate him if she found out he was really a guy? Had he kind of lied to her in a way?

He looked to the door to the hotel room, thought about running, ghosting, just getting out there. He didn’t want to face Bonnie, to have to tell her the truth, and yet he didn’t want to lead her on, either. It didn’t seem right. Maybe, Kyle thought, this was just a hook-up for Bonnie. Maybe she doesn’t want anything more, and when she comes out of that bathroom, she’ll thank me for a good time and ask me to leave? He half hoped that would happen, though the thought was also like a punch in the gut, and even just thinking it made his eyes sting with the threat of tears.

The shower turned off. Kyle didn’t run, but he still didn’t know what to do, what was the right thing? What would Bonnie say? After a few minutes, Bonnie came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his body, another wrapped around her hair. “Hey, beautiful,” Bonnie said, smiling when she saw Kyle was awake, coming right over and giving him a kiss. She smelled good, like lilacs and vanilla.

“Hey,” Kyle said.

Bonnie sensed something was wrong from the way he accepted the kiss, could see the confusion in his big, pretty eyes. She was an incredibly sensitive girl, easily reading the emotions of others. She sat down on the bed next to Kyle and brushed his hair away from his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Kyle said. “Yes. I don’t know.”

Bonnie, remembering her read on him, that maybe he was a loner, even an orphan, felt he was feeling insecure, maybe feeling abandonment anxiety. She sensed he needed assurances. She cupped his cheek. “I like you,” she said. “I want to get to know you.”

Kyle couldn’t stop himself. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He threw his arms around Bonnie and lay his head against her shoulder. “I’d like that.”

Chapter 8

Bonnie, who lived a couple towns over, headed home the next morning. She and Kyle exchanged numbers, promised to keep in touch, made plans to get together the following weekend. As Kyle drove home, he kept thinking about the medallion. He realized he didn’t know anything about it. How many wishes did he get? Were they permanent? There were so many unanswered questions. One question that had been resolved in his mind, however, was that he fully intended to remain as Power Girl/Karen Starr.

As Power Girl, he could help so many people. He didn’t know yet, what it would be like to be Karen Starr, to live in the world as a woman, but as long as Bonnie was a part of Karen’s life, he knew she would be happy.

As Kyle drove, a light rain began to fall, his tires hissing on the pavement. It was one of those hot days, and the rain instantly turned to steam and rose from the pavement in misty grey tendrils, roiling around his car. Kyle turned on his windshield wipers. It was one of those weird rain showers, where off the in the distance the sky was still clear and sunny, and as Kyle drove, he watched as a rainbow formed, stretching from dark, black cloud and down to vanish behind a none other than Kyle’s apartment building.

Well, he thought, if that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.

When Kyle got home, he decided he was going to get a safe deposit box at First Savings Bank, lock the medallion in it and leave it there for now. It was potentially too powerful to risk just leaving it around, but he felt he should hold onto it and maybe at some point try and learn some more about it.

Yet, when Kyle looked around for the medallion, he couldn’t find it anywhere. The medallion had seemed to vanish. He searched everywhere and searched again, but it was gone. Maybe that was just part of the medallion’s magic, Kyle thought, that once it did its work, it vanished? He would probably never know.

Kyle lay back on his bed and grabbed his phone. “Hey,” he said when Bonnie answered. “I hope this doesn’t seem stalkery or anything, but I was just thinking of you.”

“I was just thinking of you,” Bonnie said with a giggle, “but I was worried about calling because I thought you might find me clingy.”

“Do you find me clingy?” Kyle asked with a smile.

“You know the thing about clingy?” Bonnie said.

“What’s that?”

“It kinda works if you’re both into it.”

The End