Clothes Make the Woman - Part 5
“Your turn,” Megagirl breathed as she recovered. We changed positions on the futon, and I closed my eyes, snuggling into the pillows for the pleasure to come.
Except that it didn’t.
Popping one eye open, I watched Megagirl, entranced by the black material of my “dark Megagirl” costume, pull it over her naked body. My jaw dropped open as a red flow flashed along the edges of her profile.
“No!” I cried, remembering the hateful feelings that had welled within me each time I had donned more of Creepy Grandma’s outfit. Besides, Megagirl was already so strong, would she become even more so with the power infused by the clothes? I shuddered to think of what she might do with that hatred and that much power at her disposal.
Those thoughts evaporated, however, when I saw the effects of the costume on her already gorgeous body. Curves leapt outward into mouth-wateringly exhilarating shapes, bones rearranged into feminine perfection, muscles rippled with impossible might, like magnificent springs loaded with unbelievable tension.
Was this what I had looked like when I changed? I didn’t think so. I was pretty sure she looked better. Way better.
Wild-eyed, blond hair whipping as she moved, Megagirl clamped the bracelets and choker on as well, her phenomenal beauty becoming still more awe-inducing with the electric crack of each item’s closing clasp.
I jumped up from the cushions and grabbed her wrists, attempting to prevent her from buckling the belt. Which she did anyway. With ease. As if I wasn’t even been pulling on them at all.
Good Lord! Was she that much stronger than me now?
As if in answer, she twisted her achingly beautiful lips into a smile and broke free of my grip instantly. Faster than I could see, her hand was suddenly tightening around my wrist… and it hurt!
I dropped to one knee as the pain from her slender fingers became unbearable, and Megagirl simply laughed. I looked up into her eyes, searching their hard, glassy, indigo irises for a sign as to her intentions. I wondered whether she was going to kill me, influenced as she was by the dark clothes.
I swallowed hard, sensing the indecision in the conflicted furrow of Megagirl’s now-divine brow.
Luckily, just as Megagirl seemed to be deciding on a course of action, I heard Megaman’s voice outside my third-floor apartment window. From the sound of it, he was barking orders to someone that was with him.
As both Megagirl’s and my eyes turned toward the window, I realized that he hadn’t been talking to someone. More like someones.
An entire super-team was assembled, some hovering in the sky. The rest gathered immediately below, on the ground. It looked like the entire Megasquad had come with him!
I felt a brief surge of pride that Megaman had brought such a contingent solely for the purpose of dealing with little ol’ me. Of course, wouldn’t they be surprised when it was more than likely Megagirl who they would be forced to contend with.
While still wrapping my mind around yet another abrupt turn of events (there had been a LOT of those lately—sheesh!), Megagirl disappeared, her hand no longer around my wrist. I pulled my arm in with super-speed, caressing my injured wrist with my other hand, when I heard the window glass shatter, crystalline shards showering my living room floor with a symphony of rattling taps.
I rose to my feet and looked out to see Megagirl grab the cape of her first challenger and windmill her arm, flinging him into the ground with earth-shuddering force. Several more heroes flew toward her only to be catapulted back at hypersonic speed by lightning fast blurs of hands and feet.
Megagirl was completely unscathed, smiling, staring down Megaman, apparently wanting him to make the first move. I wasn’t sure he would. After the ease with which she had dispatched the first wave of heroes, Megaman’s nervousness looked to be transforming in abject terror.
Something needed to be done. Before I gave it much more thought than that, I leapt forward into the sky.
As I jumped out of the window, I had a brief worry that maybe I had lost the powers granted by the clothes—that maybe that’s why Megagirl was so much stronger than me. Luckily, however, that was not the case, and I did not plummet several stories to the ground below like a self-reprimanding brick. Note to self: check for powers before jumping out of windows, not after next time.
Flying toward the arial fray, however, I wasn’t entirely sure what I should do. Should I fight against the Megasquad? Against Megagirl? In the movies, the superheroes always knew who the bad guys were. In reality, it wasn’t quite so simple… Hell, I didn’t even know if I were there hero or the villain of this little tale!
As I debated my strategy, I heard a voice call out behind me… from the open hole in my living room? Twisting in the air for a look, I saw the face I was half-expecting.
You guessed it. Creepy freaking Grandma.
I zoomed back toward her but stopped a good ten feet short, determined not to come within range of her ultra-quick hands. Unless she could fly too. Please tell me she can’t fly… please?
“What have you done, girl? You gave my beautiful costume to one of the Megas???” she asked, incredulous.
“Well, it’s not like you gave me a freaking instruction manual, lady! How was I supposed to know…” I huffed.
“...that it would do exactly the same thing to her that it did to you, child?” she interrupted with a punctuating eye roll. “Why I chose the most insipid, vain, millennial to do this…”
“Hey! I’m not sure what insipid means, but I’m pretty sure it’s bad. And you’re saying millennial like it’s a bad word. And I’m standing right here!” I looked down and quickly amended the statement. “Floating right here!”
There. Take that, bitch, I thought, crossing my arms over my *ahem* fabulously endowed chest.
Creepy Grandma began to laugh. Actually, it was more of a wheezing cackle. The harsh, rattling sound seemed to gain momentum for a moment, becoming louder and faster... until it sputtered into a coughing fit.
“Are you okay?” I asked the red-faced woman.
“Fine, fine,” she rasped. Then, she waved her hands in the air, as if knitting with no needle, and I watched as fabric began to form around my naked body.
“What are you…?” I asked, still looking down at the threads rapidly forming and stitching together over my breasts.
“Quiet, child,” said Creepy Grandma, looking even paler than usual. As her hands continued to go through the motions, I felt a surge in strength and vitality ripple up my spine. The old woman wobbled, seemingly ready to keel over.
“I need to give you the power to overcome Megagirl, enhanced as she is by your stupidity. You must kill them both. You must!”
“But why? Why do you hate them so much?”
“I hate them because of what they took from me. I hate them because they tricked me into giving them powers, then used them only for themselves. I made them their suits, bestowed upon them their powers. In return for a favor. One that they never granted. Instead, they went and saved people. They made themselves celebrities,” she spat.
“So I learned how to ensure that wouldn’t happen again,” she said, shooting a clawed hand to the window frame to keep herself upright. “I discovered how to make the cloth change thoughts. How to infuse the powers with a price. A burning need to do my bidding. To kill the Megas!”
“But what did you want them to do? Originally, I mean,” I asked, feeling my eyes go wide at her revelations. Megaman and Megagirl had gotten their powers from Creepy Grandma too?
Her unnatural smile creaked even wider, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she stumbled backward and collapsed.
“Lady? You okay? Creepy Grandma?”
I flew into the apartment and knelt beside her. Checking for a pulse, I frowned. There wasn’t one. Had making my outfit done her in? I felt a little guilty now… but shit! I had never asked for this. None of this! I had simply wanted a damn dress for my mixer!
So the Megas had wronged her somehow? Stolen her gifts without paying the price? Maybe they really were the bad guys…
...except they were on opposite sides now! So what was I supposed to do about that! Remembering the battle, I looked out the window to see that Megagirl had wiped out all but one of the Megasquad’s members. A few seemed to be splattered on the ground, but most simply looked injured, albeit out of commission. The only one left was Megaman. And Megagirl was floating toward him.
Casting a final glance toward Creepy Grandma, I wished her happiness in the afterlife, though I sincerely doubted that would be her fate. I leapt out the window once more, feeling the air flutter my probably-super-mega-gorgeous mane as I rocketed toward Megagirl.
She put him down before I could even get there. Easy peasy, with one punch to the stomach and one to the jaw. He slammed to earth unconscious. Or maybe dead, I thought, remembering the feeling of his rib cracking under my fist when I had fought him.
But he was pretty tough. I was putting my money on unconscious.
Okay, decision made. I’m fighting Megagirl! I love it when things work out like that. No struggling and agonizing with difficult choices. Just: Elaine smash. I really hoped Creepy’s upgraded threads were going to put me in this girl’s league. If not, this was going to be a very short fight.
I slammed into Megagirl from behind as she watched her cousin, unmoving, in a crater on the ground with what looked like conflicting emotions. As my outstretched fists collided with her spine, her back arched, and the momentum of my strike flung her half a mile away before she slowed with her flying power and came hurtling back toward me.
As she neared, I could see the anger in her eyes. I probably could have seen it before too, if I had thought to use my X-ray vision, but I wasn’t all that accustomed to my powers. I had mostly used them to have sex. Really, really good sex. I mentally shrugged. Not that there was anything wrong with that. It seemed like a damn fine use of powers to me! Saving cats from trees and people from burning buildings was so played out these days…
I tugged my attention back to the task at hand. Megagirl was pretty much unstoppable by the looks of what she’d done to the Megasquad. My power level was a bit of an unknown right now. I needed to take this fight pretty seriously.
I turned to the side just as Megagirl arrived, dodging her double-fisted return blow. Then, I slammed my fists down on the back of her head, sending her plummeting to the ground below. Deciding to take advantage of my opportunity, I flew down stomping on her to grind her further into the pavement before she could recover.
I stepped back to see the effects of my punishment. The damage seemed pretty significant. Megagirl was moving, but it was more of a pained, writhing motion than a I’m-going-to-jump-back-up-and-kill-you-before-you-can-blink sorta deal. Then, I noticed something. It was a dark-red streak. On the back of her hair. I was fairly certain it was blood.
Sweet! I could hurt her. I felt a twinge of guilt at the thought. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me as much as it should have. Maybe it was the influence of the clothes. Creepy had implied that she laced all of her clothes with Mega-hate these days.
While my mind was busy musing, Megagirl lunged forward and smashed a front kick into my stomach, knocking me backward. Damn it! I had thought I was prepared for that move!
I dug in my heels to come to a stop, wreaking havoc on the pavement. The city was going to have to dig deep into the budget after this battle, I thought idly. I ran a hand over my sculpted abs. They hurt a little from her strike, but not too bad. I felt my lips curl upward as I realized that I was quite a bit stronger than Megagirl again.
I dug my toes into the soft asphalt and launched myself back at Megagirl like a track athlete jumping out of the blocks. I saw her eyes widen and arms cross in a cringe as I struck. This time, however, I abandoned caution and just continued to pound her with my fists. I knew I was stronger now, and I decided to simply use that fact to my advantage, raining blow after blow on her.
Eventually, she collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from her nose and lips, bruises forming on her face. I could see her chest rising and falling, so I knew she was still alive, but she was out of commission for the moment.
I flew over to Megaman and noticed his chest moving as well. So he was alive then. Good, I guess.
Hearing sirens and the stuttering thuds of helicopter blades approaching, I decided to take off. I remembered to use my X-ray vision this time as I zoomed away, peering down to see the medical workers trying—and failing—to get an IV into Megaman’s arm.
I let out an amused laugh. Good luck with that, guys, I thought.
I was fairly certain they would be okay. I thought about what they had done, taking their powers and refusing to pay for them, but decided to do at least mostly good with their use. Was that ethical? Maybe not. Was it the right thing to do? Maybe it was. Particularly if Creepy Grandma had wanted them to do something awful. And that was my sneaking suspicion.
People don’t come by such power cleanly. I sure hadn’t. There is always taint. I could almost hear my father saying: What’s important is how you wield it, Elaine.
Maybe I should reconsider the whole “saving people” thing. Might be pretty cool. I’d be loved and adored. I wouldn’t be hurting for dates anymore! Not with this body! Plus I’d probably have, like, a billion Instagram followers. Yay, new influencer career!
But being a supervillain could be pretty awesome too. Who needed a career when you could just take whatever you wanted? I could just set up shop on a beach resort in Tahiti and kick back for the rest of my life.
Decisions, decisions… I pondered, as I flew toward the haze of the horizon.
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I could have seen that coming. Clothes make the woman, woman takes clothes off...
...another woman puts clothes on.
But no, I didn't connect those dots at all.
I might have been distracted by something else while the clothes were coming off.
and then you kind of made me feel sympathy for Creepy Grandma! maybe! sure supers are jerks but creepy grandma was probably already creepy when they met so maybe they had their reasons.
guess we'll never know!