"To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question" If given the power of a comic book superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good?
"To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question" If given the power of a comic book superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good?
To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question.
Chapter 1: To Be
The last class of the day and it had to be the one I hated most. I didn't hate it because I wasn't any good at, far from it, my grades were excellent. It's just that it was so boring.
Being your typical 17yo high school junior, I like every other male student in the class were bored to tears. And the class hadn't even begun yet.
Our teacher finally enters the classroom, to many a howl and wolf whistle from some of the boys. And why not, MS French, I know, ironic teaching English, but she also taught Elective French, was a thirty something hoty, with long brunette hair in a pony tail. Today she was dressed in what could best be described as a 'School girl uniform', just to the tasteful side instead of naughty.
It was going to be hard, pun intended, to follow the class work.
Everybody liked MS French, the student and faculty body completely. As beautiful as she was, it was still a chore to keep from nodding off because of the class syllabus.
But today she started class on a different note.
"Class. Today I think we'll take a break from the regular class contents and have a discussion based on common beliefs from popular movies and comic books,..."
There was some expected stir among the class, mostly the boys, but a few of the girls too. There were even a couple of both that snorted in derision.
"...Class, calm down, please. I know this may be considered taboo or left field thinking. But, last night, I and some of my college friends had just this same discussion at a party." She let us think about that. Then added, "Feel free to add your thoughts or opinions, you won't be graded on this. It's just a way of starting some dialogue going, to generate more interest in this class. The subject of English is more open than just spelling and reading."
"Ok, now, our discussion will be, 'To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question' If given the power of a comic book or a movie superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good? And 'What is a Superhero?'"
As most of the class sat mute, I asked, "What do you mean? What is a superhero? Obviously a superhero is a hero with super powers. Like Superman."
Some of the class was nodding their heads at my words, except for Gena, the nerdy girl who sat next to me. Before MS French could respond, Gena says, "How can you even call Superman a hero. There's nothing heroic about someone who is impervious to anything that could hurt them. A hero is someone who knows that to help another, they could die, but still do it."
The classroom became very quiet as what Gena had said struck a nerve with nearly every member of the class.
I raised my voice, with loudness to make my point stronger, "HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY make such a statement... " I was interrupted as the class erupted into chaos.
MS French let this go on for a bit, people loudly trying to make others see from their point of view. Until finally she blew a whistle that I don't think anyone in the class knew she had. The class was shocked into silence, allowing her to speak calmly, "Everyone's opinion is as valid as anyone else's. Now, Glen, why is it you think that Gena's statement is wrong?"
That's me, Glen Larsen, the slightly overweight, acne faced, nerdy male equivalent male version of Gena. The difference was Gena and I never got along, always seemingly diametrically opposed. Everyone like her nerdiness, while I was constantly being bullied for mine.
MS French asked me, "Would you care to make your point Glen before Gena is given an equal chance?"
"Yes MS French I would. The point I was trying to make is that 'Superman' by any definition is a Super Hero. Any person with the powers of 'Superman' because he is there to help others, making him a hero!" Smiling at Gena to do her best.
Gena stood , as if to make her point more meaningful, "Okay, that's fine. But what constitutes a power? 'Superman' is fast, strong, seemingly invulnerable to everything and can shoot lasers from his eyes. Surely 'powered'. But what of a person with a great mind, like Einstein. Or a composer that plays so beautifully that they make you cry. Are these not 'powers' as well?" Then sat down.
There was comments around the room, some whispered and some easily heard. Like, "Tell her Glen." Or "Superman's a punk!" Amongst a host of others.
MS French says, "Your response Glenn."
Since Gena had done it, I decided I should stand also. I stood up, "Thank you MS French, I would like to answer." Taking a breath, "Gena is right about one thing," nodding to her, "Super powers can take many forms as Gena said. Not all powers are created equal, just as people aren't. Super powers can take the form of strength like Superman, Wonder Woman and many others. They can take the form of the mind, Einstien, Socrates and Mozart. Even great beauty can be a power." Taking a peak at MS French.
Smiling MS French says, "Ok, that's well and good. For the momment, let's set that aside and discuss the existential question of our topic. Should a person with powers, significant powers, necessarily to required to help their fellow man / woman?"
I quickly asked, "Doesn't that depend on the circumstances?"
MS French, " Circumstances?"
Gena is quick to add, "On the way they came into their power. Is it from their birth, because they were born on a different planet. Or genetically, like the current showing of meta's. Or because they were experimented on, willingly or not by another party."
MS French asks, "Meta's?"
"Meta-human(s)," I said, "A small percentage of people worldwide that carry a latent mutant gene. Once the gene activates, anything is open for powers or looks. Sometimes referred to by movie mythos as 'Gen-X' or 'Mutant X'."
MS French smiles, "Like Wolverine, Storm, Jean Grey and Cyclops. X Men."
My stomach started to ache. I shouldn't have ate the questionable chimichanga for lunch.
MS French asks, "When do dormant genes activate? Are there tests? For these latent genes?"
I was going to answer when Gena beat me to it, that and the killer of all headaches. It literally felt like someone had stuck a knife in my brain.
I could barely follow what Gena said, "Since the advent of metas, there hasn't been enough emperical data. Most likely, those that develop the gene keep quiet about it to avoid being made a laboratory test subject. So far all people know is that you can't tell what form the mutation will take."
The rest of the class went fairly quick, not that I could tell. I started to get noxious and light headed. When class dismissed, I was sure I had the worst flu possible, I had cold sweats and dizziness. I started to stand and fell back into my chair to stare blankly out the window to my left.
Gena was standing to my right saying, "Geez Glen, you look like shit, "then reached out and touched my forehead, I wanted to respond, but couldn't. "Holy crap Glen! MS French, I think you better call the nurse, Glen's burning up."
As consciousness slipped away, I sensed MS French kneeling over me, she seemed to have things under control. The last thing I heard was her telling someone to go get the nurse and to clear the classroom. I smelled persimmons and vanilla.
The next I knew, the old school nurse was on her knees beside me, then I was out again. Another awareness was the sensation of being wheeled in a quick but calm manor. I heard a door shut, a big one with a good seal on it. I groggily tried to ask what was going on, "Whhaaatt... "
As my eyes open, a friendly face of a male EMT, he smelled like apples, shows in my sight line, saying, "It's ok son, everything will be alright." Trying to engender confidence and well being.
I tried to smile back, but was interrupted by an intense blast of pain to my entire body. I screamed as the pain increase to beyond what I felt was possible only to feel it grow ever greater. I continued to scream, louder and louder until I finally lost my voice. With a last great silent scream, I passed out.
I came partially awake to feel of being wheeled through a hospital hallway. The pain hit me again, possibly more so than before. I struggled and fought against the pain, in silence, cause my voice was still gone, only to find I was restrained. One of the people pushing the gurney must have noticed I woke up. "He's awake again! Someone, shoot him up again."
I sense the gurney stop in an ER treatment room, feeling a needle in my arm. I can feel the warmth of the meds wash over me, soothing the pain. As I slide back into unconsciousness, I hear the EMT tell the doctor, "We lost him twice on the drive here, Doc. I know he was / is in a lot of pain. He screamed so loud that he lost his voice. I almost thought I was going to go deaf." Then out again.
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I was out for a long time, how long I don't know for certain, it just felt that way.
I had dreams, well, really nightmares. Yes, nightmare, is the right word. What else would you call having the sense you were engulfed in a raging fire. To feel so cold that the void of space would be warm and comforting. To struggle for a breath that just wasn't there. The whole time fearing you were dying and wish it were so just to escape the pain.
Amongst the horrible pain of the nightmares, there was the occasional lucid moment of pain, even more intense than before, evidenced by my screams since my voice came back slightly. Hoarse and quiet.
During these waking moments, I still fought my bonds against the pain that only seemed to get worse.
My whole world seemed to be made, of nothing but pain. Then one night, as the nurse was checking on me, the worst pain I ever felt. Easily 100 times worse than anything before struck me. I fought against the restraints to no avail. Doctors and nurses worked around me unceasingly until I finally became quiet.
I thought to myself, 'Thank god! The pain is finally gone." I tried to say something around the breathing hose in my throat, but nothing came out. I put every effort into wagging a few fingers, but I couldn't move. Nothing!
In the background of the silence around me, I could hear a faint noise. Over the noise I hear a doctor say, "Okay, that's it. Mark time of death as 4:32am." Beyond the doctors I could hear the sound of great racking sobs.
End of Chapter 1
Thank You for Reading!
Mopar
"Goddess Blessings!"
"To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question" If given the power of a comic book superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good?
To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question
Chapter 2: Or Not to Be
Last Time:
I thought to myself, 'Thank god! The pain is finally gone." I tried to say something around the breathing hose in my throat, but nothing came out. I put every effort into wagging a few fingers, but I couldn't move. Nothing!
In the background of the silence around me, I could hear a faint noise. Over the noise I hear a doctor say, "Okay, that's it. Mark time of death as 4:32am." Beyond the doctors I could hear the sound of great racking sobs.
And Now:
I thought to myself, 'No, this can't be. I can't die, not now." With every fiber of my being and soul, I fought the pull that tried to take me away from my mortal body.
I felt the pull lessen, then snap. Around my body, an intense light began to glow. Shortly the hospital personnel were shielding their eyes from the radiance that surrounded me. I could hear a gasp from outside the room. Then a voice yelling, "Let me go, that's my child in there. You have no right to keep me away!"
Soon, I felt the comforting hug from my mother. I could hear the equipment in the background begin beeping more and more erratically, before in a cascade of sparks and pops, the equipment exploded, leaving the acrid stench of burned wiring and ozone.
My mother was dragged out with the bed and everyone else to escape the terrible smoke. The light surrounding me continued to grow and pulsate, quickly adopting the pattern of a heartbeat in perfect rhythm.
We were pushed into another room. The pulsing finally subsided and broke apart like a chrysalis. I spoke in a whisper, the hose down my throat having miraculously disappeared, "Mom? Am I alive mom?"
I felt her hold me tighter, "Yes, baby. You are alive!" I then fell into a peaceful slumber.
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Sometime much latter, I dreamed. Dreams of peace and happiness like I never knew. I had no sense of myself though, just a spirit in the bright and sunny wilderness, enjoying my surroundings.
I felt comfort and contentment in my dreams, but knew that I had to return the waking world and face my life. No more time to hide. The longer I waited, the more sure I was that my destiny awaited me. I practically willed myself awake.
As I opened my eyes to the sight of my mother holding onto my hand from the right side of the bed. Sunlight filtered through to softly shine on her, though she appeared to be asleep, slightly drawn and haggard from too little sleep.
I looked to the other side of the bed, facing the door. At first I could barely make out the sound of voices in the corridor. When the voices became clear, it was my father talking quietly with the doctor. The doctor was saying, "I've done all I can to keep the media at bay as well the local, state and federal authorities away. But sooner or later, the news will leak. Something like this thas never happened in a small town like ours."
Dad said, "Thank you doctor! Your help has been invaluable." I could hear the sound of his shoes, oddly making clacking noises in a mostly empty hall. As he entered the room, he noticed I was awake and smiled at me.
His smile warmed me and it felt as if the sun had cleared from behind clouds, though it was already bright. Softly I said, "Dad?"
Dad's smile widened, "Hey, Sunshine. Are you feeling better now? Does anything hurt? We can get the doctor to give you something."
In a soft voice, "That's not necessary, I feel fine." Without thinking, "Actually, I feel great. Like I could take on the world, and nothing can stop me." It was then that I first truly notice I was laying in bed naked, though no longer bound to the bed. For some reason, it didn't seem to really bother me.
Mom started to rouse. Waking she says, "Oh, my dear, you've finally come back to us." Dad walked around the bed and rested his hands on mom's shoulders.
Calmly, before either of them could say another word, again in that soft voice, "I've changed, haven't I?" Obviously a stupid question, I was a girl now. I could feel every part of my body if I thought about it. Right down to how the faint draft blew between the empty void of my new sex.
I don't know why I wasn't freaking out right now. I should be hysterically demanding answers. But, somehow, it just felt right. And again, I felt at peace. "Do the doctors know why I've changed into a girl? Or, are they still running tests?"
They each tried to say something different from the other, evidently relieved I was fine and excepting of my current lot in life. How know's? This could be the calm before the storm. I laughed, though it came out more of a giggle, "One at a time please."
Dad started by answering my most immediate question, "The way the doctor described it, was something about a dormant gene, one that chose now to become active."
I nodded my head, "Did he say it was a Meta-gene?" Already knowing the answer.
"That's the one. He explained that in every case where a Meta-gene became active, the patient always ended up being changed to female, completely and forever. There's no going back now."
I said it jived with everything I knew in popular mythos.
Mom asked, "Are you really okay with this? Changing into a girl, I mean. You don't seem upset by all this."
I said, "I'm fine right now. Maybe later it will hit me and I get freaked out then." I moved to get out of bed, on the away side of them, feeling I needed to use the restroom. I slipped to the floor, noting that as high as the bed was, I had lost more than a few inches in height.
Walking to the bathroom, my body's movements were smooth and graceful, almost like I had grown up in this body. I sat on the toilet and hardly thought about how the difference was. I wiped front to back, stood and flushed. I came out to the little sink by the door to wash my hands.
The few people walking in the hall were all hospital staff, the all either didn't notice or didn't care that I was completely naked. Like it was a common, everyday thing here. The ones that did look my way, just smiled at me. I turned to face the mirror, at last, getting to see how I now looked.
Mom and dad came to stand behind me. Mom and I were now the same height, and I now had to look up into dad's twinkling eyes. Dad's eyes stared into my own, "Like what you see? Sweetheart?"
It was easy to see everything what this body had to show. My build was better than average, on the curvey side of athletic. My breasts were large, but not terribly so. Same thing about my ass. My face was pretty, or at least I thought so. The face was surrounded by a halo red hair with a couple blonde highlights at the part over my right eye. It came down to the nape of my neck.
I lifted both arms and flexed the muscles. They were strong without looking gross. There was no way as a boy I could ever get a girl this hot. Looking in the mirror, this body seemed to exude confidence and sexuality. That brought to mind that I look almost exactly like the comic book character, Joanna Dark, aka Perfect Dark.
Mom and dad both had expectant looks on their faces, "Well?" They said together.
My voice seemed to match my new looks, as I say, "I look pretty."
Mom says, you're more than just pretty, you're beautiful. Even perfect!"
Dad smiles, "I agree, only now, you make my life harder. As a boy, I didn't have to worry too much about you. But now, I see this beautiful young woman and worry if I can protect you from the world. There are a lot of bad people out there just waiting to hurt someone like you."
But mom adds, "But, what we have seen so far, we think that you'll do more than take care of yourself."
I ask, "Does this have anything to do with why I'm not wearing any cloths or had even a blanket or sheet covering me."
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It took a little time for the two of them to explain to me, cute in their tennis game like fashion, back and forth. But, the end story was that, while I slept, anything laid over me would simply disappear when it contacted my skin. Dad said that watching it was akin to the special effect of something brushing a force field. Neither could they take blood samples cause the needles would also fizz out of existence.
After some time talking about family things in general, I asked, "So when do I get to leave here?"
Mom says, "The doctor said he has someone who can provide authentic credentials, SSN, driver's license, ID and change all your records for us. He just needs a name for you. We thought you'ld like to choose your own name."
"That" Dad said, "and the doctor would still like to try to get a blood sample."
We talked it over and they both told me, that at times I was glowing with a radiance. They offer choices that had some meanings of relevance. With some further thought, I decided, "I've has found a name I like and decided, it will be partly keeping something similar to my old name, but something new."
Into the quiet of the room, I said, "I am, Glenyth Aonani Larsen."
Mom was a little surprised, she said, "I really thought that with how much time you and I watched "Charmed", that you would choose Phoebe."
I smiled, "I considered it, but didn't want to be called a witch."
Dad said, "Sweetheart, with your looks, the only name they'll call you is Angel."
"Whole different story dad!" Laughing.
Mom says, "I did bring some of your PJ's, figuring if they disappeared after you woke up, it wouldn't be too much of a loss. And we would figure it out then. Want to try them on?"
I say, "Sure, let's give them a try. It's either that or spend the rest of my life in the nude, ha ha." Then I thought, "I just realized that toilet paper and towel didn't fizz out, so maybe it is some kind of subconscious protection."
Both my parents agreed as I tried on the PJs. Nothing happened, so I guess that clothes were going to be part of my life. The fit of the PJs wasn't all that bad. The top and bottoms were a little long, thanks to my slightly more diminutive size. And thanks to having been somewhat overweight, my more than diminutive stature kept them from being too baggy.
It took me all that time to notice which PJs mom had brought me to wear, "Very funny, Mother!" Her and dad both laughing at my expense. I was wearing yellow PJs with Transformers logos and characters. And prominent across my chest was the Autobot symbol. I couldn't keep from joining them in the laughter.
Between laughs, she adds, "You always seemed to like ironic humor. Guess that hasn't changed"
It was about then when a male nurse entered the room, "Well, it seems like someone finally got to get dressed. Sorry to hear that! Ha, Ha. No, really, most of the staff, both male and female just loved to see how peaceful you finally slept."
Somehow I could sense that he only had the best of intentions, I said, "Thank you! Byron, " noticing his name tag. "Does that mean I should take my PJs back off?" Giving him a small wink. He started to get all flustered and figured I was being unfair to him. "I'm just teasing Byron." And smiled.
"That's fine, I deserved that. But, I must say, that when you smile, the whole room feels brighter."
It was now my turn to blush, coyly lowering my eyes, I ask, "So, my dad says the doctor would like to try for a blood sample?"
"Yes, let me just step out and let the doctor know that you're up and dressed."
Before he could leave, "Byron? Is there any chance I can get some food? I'm starving here."
Turning his head, "Yes, miss. I'll see what Food Services has." And then he was gone.
Not too long, the doctor walks in with a Phlebotomy tech. The doctors tag just reads Benjamin, but clearly he is a doctor with his cool demeanor. I could sense that this man was someone I could trust. He said, "Well, hello young lady. Good to finally meet you and talk. I'm Benjamin. You can call me that or Ben, Benny, even doctor or doc. But I do draw the line at Bugs Bunny impressions. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough Doc. My new name is Glenyth, Glenyth Aonani Larsen, and it's nice to meet you too.
The doctor says, "Good to know, now we can get your papers ready. It won't take too long. The results of the blood tests will take a couple of days to a week. But you can come back for that."
We all watch the blood tech as she prepares to draw a sample. I never liked seeing my own blood so I turned to look past the tech, over her shoulder. She says to be ready, just a small pinch. I barely felt the needle when I heard multiple gasps.
End of Chapter 2
Thanks for Reading!
Mopar
Goddess Blessings
"To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question" If given the power of a comic book superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good?
To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question
Chapter 3: Who Am I to Be
Last Time:
"Fair enough Doc. My new name is Glenyth, Glenyth Aonani Larsen, and it's nice to meet you too.
The doctor says, "Good to know, now we can get your papers ready. It won't take too long. The results of the blood tests will take a couple of days to a week. But you can come back for that."
We all watch the blood tech as she prepares to draw a sample. I never liked seeing my own blood so I turned to look past the tech, over her shoulder. She says to be ready, just a small pinch. I barely felt the needle when I heard multiple gasps.
And Now:
The tech was just removing the first vial of my blood as I turned my head back down to see what the others had seen. It startled me enough that whatever it was that protected me came back on. When it activated it incinerated the needle in my arm. It also vaporised my PJs.
If instantly becoming naked was bad enough, it was nothing compared to the sight of the one vial of my blood between the fingertips of the tech's hand. The blood was normal in color except for it glowed from it's own inner radiance, and tiny sparks of energy flashing between the individual blood cells.
The doctor took the vial of blood from the tech to get a closer look at it. Without meaning to speak, "Facinating!" Came from his lips. As the tech took the sample back, she passed it close by the scanner they use to read your hospital bracelet. As it passed by the scanner, it made a bunch of noise, started smoking, then in a shower of sparks, it shorted out and died.
Everyone seemed to talk at once, but the essence of it all was wondering what that meant. The doctor asked for quiet, then, "If I might try something?" Without waiting for our reply, he quickly picked up the vial where the tech had carefully set it down.
The doctor went to the doorway and with the hand opposite the one with the vial, turned off the overhead lights. He next slowly brought the vial of my blood to the light switch. When it was near enough, the lights slowly came back up. The closer it got, the brighter the lights shined. Until the first light popped and went dark. He moved it away again and turn the switch back on.
The doctor told the tech he would take care off the sample himself and excused her. It was just then that Byron came back with a cart almost running down the blood tech. He excused himself in passing her.
On that cart was a couple boxes of pizza and a half dozen bottles of water. Before realizing he might be interrupting something, he says, "The kitchen didn't really have anything that a teenager might care for, so I went across the street to the Chicago Style pizza place. I hope you like sausage, pepperoni, Canadian bacon, with meatballs and pineapple. It was all they had ready to go, but it's their best seller."
The doctor says, "Thanks Byron, come in and close the door, please." He says to us, "Because of what just happened in here, I think we need to keep everything here as quiet as we can." After we nodded in agreement, "Byron here and the blood tech that just left are two people that I can trust implicitly, so we can keep Glenyth's secret, to just us."
I wave the pizza boxes over, "That's fine, but I'm so hungry I could eat a house!" Devouring the first slice like I inhaled it. It was just the right thing. And hit the spot. I grabbed for a second piece.
Mom seemed mortified at my behavior, but all the 'guys' laughed. Byron said, "You know I was just kidding before," When I didn't understand, "About the clothes, you didn't have to undress for me."
I must have blushed to my toes, because they all started laughing. After that, ever body grabbed a slice of pizza and a bottle of water. We ate in silence for a while.
My folks and the doctor only had a single piece, claiming the deep dish style, filled them up very fast. Byron and I each almost finished half a pizza. While I slowly chewed on my last piece, I started humming the theme mustic for a favorite movie that had its roots in comic books.
Just as I get to the last line, Byron finishes it for me, "Heros on the half shell, Turtle power!" I almost spit the last mouthful across the room, and we burst into laughter.
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We discussed what had happened and decided that, while I could consciously control my 'shield', that the probability was that if I was aware, I shouldn't lose control like I had before. The doctor theorized that given some fairly basic training, a repeat of the incident was unlikely.
"But what does it mean for my blood to look as it does?" I asked.
The doctor says, "I think it means that your body, in the process of being transformed, has become able to store vast quantities of energy. All because of your meta-gene. And before you ask, there is no way to tell how much your body can hold."
My father asks, "If you had to guess, though Ben, what do you think are the upper limits of her power?"
He shakes his head, "If I had to make a wild hairs ass guess, ..." Thinking, "Strictly in electrical terms, nuclear. Enough to power a large city at capacity use for quite a long time. We're just lucky that the field she, has protecting her, also protects us from her. Though with practice, I'd say she will be able to direct her power like a weapon."
Mom asked, "Is she going to be ok though? Can she lead a normal life?"
This was a lot to have going through my head all at one time. Then, I started to shake my head, realizing the last thing I remember before this all started. And I had to laugh.
They all had worried looks on their faces, and it was clear that they all shared at least some of the same fear. What happens if I ever truly have a meltdown. I reined in my laughter and tried to put them all at ease. "I was just remembering what we were discussing in class before this happened. It was about if someone had the power(s) to help their fellow person, whether they should be required to use it."
Dad got it first, "It's like in the Spiderman movie where his uncle tells him, 'With great power, comes great responsibility'. Glenyth, just promise your mother and me, that if this is something you start, that you at least get the training you need."
Mom adds, "And don't forget, you still need to learn what it is to be a young woman. And you still have to go to school. We want you to have the chance to go to college with all the experience that comes with that."
I said, "You're both right and I have a lot to think about. But for right now, PLEASE, tell me that you brought some other clothes."
"Yes, I did." she turns to the closet and returns with, you'll never guess what. Cause I forgot that I had two of them. That's right, another pair of Transformers PJs, these in blue.
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The doctor said that he should have my parers ready for me to leave in an hour or so and told mom, if she wanted to go pick up some clothes before I got to leave, he had my sizes from an electrical scanner that was said to be pretty accurate. She accepted the paper, gave me a kiss and hurried for the door.
I tried to stop her to say nothing special, just something basic to get us home. Dad chuckled, saying, "If your mom had a super power, it would be clothes shopping for a new daughter."
I just groaned at that shaking my head, while the others had a laugh.
Dad suggested putting on the PJs while the doctor got started on the papers and gestured the others out of the room. I didn't see the point for a mere hour or so. But if it made him happy, then, okay.
With the door closed, I gave myself a better inspection in the mirror. After a short time in front of the mirror, I had to reassess my opinion of my looks. I was way beyond just cute, even more than beautiful. With my looks, I could probably ask any man to do something for me, and they were likely to do it fast. Most likely women too.
I wasn't trying to be vain. It's just the way society is. One thing for sure is, that if I wasn't careful, I could find myself on the super villain side of the power scale. I had to admit that it might be fun for a little while, in the long run, that's not what I wanted out of life.
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I got dressed and dad came back into the room and we had a talk. You know the one I'm talking about. Yeah, that one. Now you have to understand that dad had never had the 'talk' to me as a boy, he always seemed to busy to take the time. Guess he figured that mom would cover what I needed to know, and school would fill in the blanks.
I know that he thought that if was now a girl, that he had a greater responsibility to make sure I knew all about the birds and bees. And I know that I should be embarrassed that he was talking about sex to me. But I didn't.
I took his hand and looked him straight in the eye, "Dad, you have no idea how much it means to me that you think you need to give me the 'talk', but thankfully, having come from the other side of the fence so to speak, you can stop now. I have the unique understanding how the male mind works, and there is no way, no how, any guy, is going to touch this." Waving the other hand up and down my body.
Dad smiled, "You say that now, but I remember a certain five year old child that thought playing with his female cousin was, icky and gross. So you can never say what the future has in store for you. You may continue to like girls or change your mind about boys. But that is your choice."
I answered, "It's not like as an overweight, nerdy kid, I had much experience with girls either, but definitely liked them in that way."
Dad hugged me, "Well, as beautiful as you are now, you are going to have both boys and girls seeking you affection. Just beware the girls who grew up as pretty being jealous of you now. Between that and the powers, you will have a tough line to walk."
I said, "Just promise me, that you will always keep me on the path of right and justice."
"You'll always be daddies good girl."
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One thing I decided was that hugs were nice. Not long after, mom returned with only a couple of shopping bags. Far less than I feared.
Mom gave me a look that said, this was the best I could do on short notice, but said, "I figured that for the time being, you wouldn't want to stray far from what you're used to. So, to cover a couple of days, I picked out a few things."
She proceeded to empty the contents of the bags she had on the bed and began to sort through it. There was a few pairs of loose fit women's BDU pants, what some call, cami's or camo's, marked low rise hip. One was actual camo patterned and the other two were solids, ranger green and desert tan. Then there was a bunch of thin strap tank tops, the kind that girls layer a few of.
I started to thank her until the last bag was emptied, bras and panties. Black, tan and white cotton. Everyday undies. Mom says, "You know Glenyth, girls and boys are different. Girls never wear the same clothes two days in a row. This will just get us to the mall where we can do some real shopping. These are casual, knock around clothes."
It wasn't too much longer and the doctor showed up with a manilla envelope, He said, "you're good to go for now. You are now official. Here is a revised birth certificate, driver's license, school ID and bank cards. Your bank accounts have already been changed." Looking at dad, "All you need to do is change the info on her insurance."
Mom, dad and I all thanked the doctor for being such a tremendous help. I even hugged him before he turned to leave. Yeah, I really like hugs.
At the door, he turned back, "I almost forgot. In the envelope is a card with Byron and my phone numbers. If you need anything or get in trouble, call one of us. I'll leave to to change and go. Just remember that I want to see you, end of next week. Good luck kiddo."
It didn't take long to change clothes. As we made our way to dad's car, semi hidden on the side street of the hospital, a 2018 Mitsubishi Evo Xi custom built.
We just had sat down in the car and latching the seat belts when dad's cell phone rang, he answered, "Yes Red Dragon. We're just leaving now." I can hear some heated discussion dad was having with the person on the other end of the call. My aunt Connie. Dad only called her Red Dragon when he wanted her to know that she was interrupting him.
End of Chapter 3
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To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question
Chapter 4: Wanting to Be
Last Time:
It wasn't too much longer and the doctor showed up with a manilla envelope, He said, "you're good to go for now. You are now official. Here is a revised birth certificate, driver's license, school ID and bank cards. Your bank accounts have already been changed." Looking at dad, "All you need to do is change the info on her insurance."
Mom, dad and I all thanked the doctor for being such a tremendous help. I even hugged him before he turned to leave. Yeah, I really like hugs.
At the door, he turned back, "I almost forgot. In the envelope is a card with Byron and my phone numbers. If you need anything or get in trouble, call one of us. I'll leave you to change and go. Just remember that I want to see you, end of next week. Good luck kiddo."
It didn't take long to change clothes. As we made our way to dad's car, semi hidden on the side street of the hospital, a 2018 Mitsubishi Evo Xi custom built.
We just had sat down in the car and latching the seat belts when dad's cell phone rang, he answered, "Yes Red Dragon. We're just leaving now." I can hear some heated discussion dad was having with the person on the other end of the call. My aunt Connie. Dad only called her Red Dragon when he wanted her to know that she was interrupting him.
And Now:
Starting the car, he concluded his call with a deep sigh, "Alright, alright. I'll be there in ten minutes." Looking in the mirror at me, "Make that, we'll be there. I've got the family with me, just leaving the hospital now."
Ending the call, dad says, "Connie is having trouble with a customer that seems that, the only person who can answer his questions is, me. This won't take long I promise."
He started off and I thought that it had been a long time since I had been to dad's shop. Actually, his and aunt Connie's. Growing up, dad had been a better than average mechanic and street racer, and parlayed that into a lucrative custom shop catering to the mid to high level want-to-be racers. Building rally and time attack cars for people across the country. Hence his choice in cars.
I had got bored with his shop cause I had no interest in racing, much to his unhappiness. Aunt Connie helped him by managing the business and their three buildings of their compound. The compound was in an up-scale industrial area of Portland, catering to the more fashionable.
Pulling into the compound, it was evident that nothing had changed in the years since I was last here. The three 36ft by 108ft buildings arranged in the shape of a U, all but the last thirty six feet of the right side building had hanger style doors front and back, each being a bay. Each bay was three work stations deep. The building on the left was for all the major work done to cars, with all the required equipment to get the work done, the last two bays were the machine shop.
The rear building handled all body and paint work with four paint booths. The right hand building was for final assembly and finish work and car maintainance. And ending with the offices and showroom closest to the gate from the street.
It was the first door on the right after the office that dad parked in front of, as it was the only open door, light shining out to the parking lot. The only other lights on besides the normal lot lights, were a couple of the offices, Connies and dad's, and the dim after hours showroom lights.
Getting out of the car with dad, it was obvious that Connie was having a heated conversation with a man, who kept gesturing to the car just inside the doorway, a 2019 Kia Soul, built as a modified stock class time attack racer.
Seeing dad's arrival, the customer turned on him and says, "What are you going to do? It's not working like it should. The motor is off and the handling is all over the place."
Dad answers, "Now, Jim, I told you that you were going to far with this car. Too much power, the way you have to be on and off the throttle upsets the motor controller, it never gets the chance to get the tune right."
Jim asks, "But, isn't there something we can do to make it right? There's got to be something Harry!"
Dad says, "There are two things we can do, 1, we can take motor out of the car, less power gives you a chance for the mapping to catch up." Seeing Jim shake his head, "Or, we build a better car for that kind of power."
Knowing the kind of delante that Jim was, dad was sure he would opt for number two.
It doesn't take more than a few seconds for Jim to say, "What car do you think Harry?"
Dad must know that this guy is a cash cow that is ready for milking time. "Jim, I think the perfect car for you would be a Subaru WRX STi. That way, when you're ready, you can go move up in class."
Jim gets a big smile on his face, "When can you start on it if I get a stock car to you in the next couple days?"
Dad says, "We're not too busy right now, so, I say we can start on it just as soon as you get it to us." Walking Jim back to his truck and trailer he hauled the Soul in, dad asks, "What do you want to do with the Kia?"
Jim thinks, "Put the mild motor back in it and sell the hot motor for what you can to cover some of the new build." And looking at me, seemingly seeing me for the first time, "This your kid Harry."
Dad says, "Yes, this is my daughter, Glenyth."
Looking back to me and gesturing at the car, a '17 Kia Soul painted Bright Magenta, and had a black carbon fiber splitter / front spoiler and an outragious rear wing, "What do think Glenyth, do you like the car?"
I nod my head and say, "Yes, sir, it's very cute!" I know it wasn't what most would see as a performance car, but that is what I liked about it. Let them laugh, cause if they wanted to throw down with me, I would leave them crying.
He reaches his hand out, "Every pretty girl should drive a cute car. She's all yours."
Looking to dad to see if it was okay, "Thank you Mr ..." Dad whispers, Dalton, "Mr Dalton. That's very sweet of you."
Jim laughs, "Sweet nothing Lil lady, I know your dad, and I know that he will give me fair trade on the work for the new car, so just saving the hassle of selling it. Have fun!"
He then climbs into his truck and drives away.
Dad and I turn back to the open garage, where mom is chatting with aunt Connie.
When we get close, Connie says, "Your mom told me all about what happened to you, come give auntie Connie a hug." Connie was always a hugger, something that I didn't understand why until recently.
Releasing me from the hug, but, holding me at arms length, she turns me side to side, "Mmm, you make one fine looking girl Glenyth. You are going to have to let me take you shopping. We'll take your mom too."
"That actually sounds like fun aunt Connie." Connie was a real 'Fashionista', and her earnings from the business allowed her to indulge.
Connie says, "How about tomorrow, Harry can run the office for a couple of hours. What do you think Helen." Mom agreed.
Dad just laughs, "If I know my sister, it's likely going to take most of the day, But that's fine." Looking over at me, "What do you think Kiddo, want to try out your new car before we change the motor? The lot is mostly empty."
I got in the car to see if we would have to alter anything for me to fit. Turns out it fit perfect. As I backed the car out after buckling up, I heard Connie ask, "Jim, gave her the car?" That's the last I heard before putting the car into gear for a couple of laps around the lot. It took a little practice to learn to use the paddle shift without using the clutch, But soon I was almost drifting the car around the corners.
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The ride home was filled with talk between dad I about my new car, and about cars in general. He was a little impressed that I had such good control over the car, and I admitted that I was just as surprised as he was. He thought that in my current state, my body might be more sensitive than the average person. Dad still said that he was going to, 'take some motor' out of the car.
Now that I had a vested interest in cars, I asked him what he was going to do to the car. He said that leaving in the current motor, he could change a chip with detuned EMS (Engine Management System) programing, that would make the motor a better all around choice for the street.
Dad explained that it would take a few days to get the cars registration changed over to me, and then I could drive the car to school.
When we got home, dad said that since he didn't know what changes I wanted to make in my room, that he had left it pretty much the same as I last say it. Mom said that they had cleared out the old clothes since nothing was fit for a girl to wear.
I thanked them when dad said he would make any changes to the room I wanted over the weekend unless I wanted to take one of the two spare rooms. I ended up taking the bigger spare room that Connie usually used if she stayed the night since it was already a color I liked and had a vanity as well as a desk. Plus, it had a bigger bed and closet.
I took my one bag of clothes into my new room to hang up before dinner. Aunt Connie had left some clothes here, but the sizes were all a little on the big size. Which was all to the good, since her, and my tastes varied quite a lot. To be fair to her, though, if I were the same age, I might be tempted by what she had left.
Looking over her choices of cosmetics left here, I felt I could get by for a while. I played around with eye shadow and lipstick, finishing with a light Smokey eye look and lipstick that was a dark red. Sort of a 'goth lite' look. I kind of liked it.
Mom had not asked what I would like, but ordered a wide selection of the KFC menu on Uber Eats. Which was a good choice as I was really hungry. Who knew that driving laps in a parking lot could be so much work.
I said as much to dad as we sat down at the dining room table. Yes a real dining room table. Mom insisted on that to keep the family close.
Dad says, "It's really a lot of exercise when you get sawing the steering back and forth to control the drift through the corner, then throw in the hand brake and it becomes quite a workout."
Mom asked, "How did you feel after that? Any sore muscles?"
I said, "No, I felt great afterwards. Whatever happened when I changed, left me stronger than before. How much, we'll need to figure out still. Always good to know your limits."
Dad admits, "It's always better to know your limits in the safe environment of our home gym, where no one will see you do something un-natural. Thankfully, you have your personal shield to keep you safe. And for the time being we keep this all on the quiet until we know who to trust."
I ask, "Is that why you didn't say anything to aunt Connie about anything other than the gender change?"
"Yes," Then adding, "Connie and you never had much to keep you close, just the shop and the occasional family dinner. That and with her traveling for the shop to visit events and looking in on our interests abroad. It's in hers and your best safety if she doesn't know."
He said that when the time was right, we would let her know everything.
Ater we done eating, we sat together on the big couch to watch dad's favorite show, NCIS. It didn't take long for me to sucome to the temptation of sleep, cuddled against the warmth of my dad.
End of Chapter 4
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To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question
Chapter 5: Finding the Me to Be
Last Time:
I said, "No, I felt great afterwards. Whatever happened when I changed, left me stronger than before. How much will need to figure out still. Always good to know your limits."
Dad admits, "It's always better to know your limits in the safe environment of our home gym, where no one will see you do something un-natural. Thankfully, you have your personal shield to keep you safe. And for the time being we keep this all on the quiet until we know who to trust."
I ask, "Is that why you didn't say anything to aunt Connie about anything other than the gender change?"
"Yes," Then adding, "Connie and you never had much to keep you close, just the shop and the occasional family dinner. That and with her traveling for the shop to visit events and looking in on our interests abroad. It's in hers and your's best safety if she doesn't know."
He said that when the time was right, we would let her know everything.
Ater we done eating, we sat together on the big couch to watch dad's favorite show, NCIS. It didn't take long for me to sucome to the temptation of sleep, cuddled against the warmth of my dad.
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I woke up the next morning in bed, wearing the second set of transformer PJs from yesterday and covered by the sheets and comforter. I slowly worked my way out from under the covers, and stretched as I stood up. I felt absolutely amazing.
I know that this change had altered me to the core. Why you ask? Because with the exception of the powers or gifts I now possessed, I felt completely normal. So normal in fact that I was actually looking forward to going shopping with Connie and mom. It might be fun.
One of the best things about this bedroom was that it had its own bathroom. I went into the bathroom and started the shower, using the toilet while the water warmed up. I was quickly done and wiped, and into the water.
Without realizing, I got in with the water on full hot, and it felt wonderful. It didn't burn or scald, so I must have some immunity to heat. Another plus. I turned the water to a more conventional temperature so as to not use all the hot water.
I may feel natural as a young woman, but the way the water went down my skin, the feelings my skin had, I almost didn't want to get out. After washing and conditioning my hair, soaping up and rinsing, I shut the water off. I think I was in there for ten to fifteen minutes.
Getting out and standing in front of the mirror, I had an idea to try. I gently shook my head as I raised my radiant power. I did that for a couple of minutes, my inner light looked bright as a small sun. Then I pulled it back in, to myself. I found out two things with that test, I learned I could control my power without harming my surroundings. And I could literally blow dry my whole body and my hair looked fabulous, falling right into place.
Back in the bedroom, I quickly put on a different bra and panty, some clean socks, before pulling up the ranger green BDU pants. I paired that with green and yellow tank tops. I did a fast, neat job of the cosmetics and headed downstairs.
I found mom reading the paper in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar. She lowered the paper when she heard me, "Would you like me to fix you anything?"
Coming around to give her a kiss on the cheek, I saw that she had, what for her is her regular figure maintaining breakfast. A small bowl of Special 'K' and a yogurt. "I'll have the same as you, but I'll get it myself."
Mom had a pot of tea going, so I helped myself to that as well. I added nonfat sugar free French Vanilla creamer to both the tea and the cereal, over the milk, and a Aqui berry yogurt.
Mom gave me a funny smile, "Does this mean I can get rid of that horrible junk food?"
I just said, "You better discuss that with dad first." And laughed with mom knowing his addiction for anything cream filled. His saving grace was that he was very fit and active for his age. So was mom for that matter. I promised mom that I wouldn't fall into the same bad pattern as I had before my change. I really liked the way I looked now.
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Before we left the house mom found me a tri-fold army green leather billfold that had RFID blocking, that someone at her work gave to her recently as a gift. Even with all my stuff to put in it, it was mostly empty. I liked that the main flap had spots for both Driver's License and for me, a school ID. Other than some change and a couple of bucks, the only other card was my OUEE (Only Under Extreme Emergency) visa card.
We met Connie at the shop, where she whisked us off before I got a chance to say hi to my dad. Connie was taking this shopping thing very seriously, and didn't want to give me a chance to back out. My answer was that I had empty dresser and closets to fill, so, the sooner, the better.
We got to the big, Pioneer Place, mall, near old town China_town. And I asked, "Where do we start? There are so many places here!"
Connie and mom got funny looks on their faces and said as one, "Pink!" Grabbing me between them, heading for the main doors. I was trying to find a way to politely refuse too much of the color, when they stopped us in front of our first stop of the day.
It suddenly dawned on me what they had meant by 'Pink', it was Victoria's Secret. I wasn't sure if this was better or worse than I had expected. Looking through the open doorways, it was thankfully evident there were plently of colors besides, pink.
Entering, we were greeted by a friendly face of a thirty something young woman. Asking, "Can we help you ladies today?"
Connie tells her, "Yes, you may! My sister-in-law, Helen, and I are here to get her daughter, Glenyth, a new wardrobe today and figured we would start with the proper 'foundation'."
As she reached out her hand to me, "Hi Glenyth, I'm Lauren, and I'd be very happy to help you today. Do you know your sizes?" I shook my head no, "Well, let's start there, shall we. Just follow me, Please."
She led us back to the changing area and a closed off room for fittings and measurements. She let me in then asked, "Please disrobe in here and let me know when you're ready, ok dear?"
In the room by myself, I quickly remove all my clothes except for the panties. "I'm ready, I took off all but my panties, is that alright?"
Lauren says, "That's fine, dear, as long as you are comfortable that way." Before she came in, she asked, "Do you want your mother and aunt to wait outside or is it ok for them to come in too?"
I just said, "Either way is fine by me." Thankfully the room is big enough to accommodate the four of us easily.
Lauren turns me to get a good look before getting my measurements, she says, "Glenyth, you are a very beautiful young woman. You will look great in anything you wear. If you want, I can bring you some things to try on, or if you want to dress first, I can show you some things."
I say to her, "Thanks Lauren, I would like you to show me some things." As I dressed, I noticed how her hair was a darker shade of red than mine. It was then that I noticed that her ears, had a bit of a point sticking out of her hair. She was very pretty.
Mom and Connie went their own way after seeing my sizes, while I followed Lauren around picking out a good number and variety of things to try on. She told me that I shoudn't need a push up bra with my figure. I chose T-shirt bras to start, then some Demi's, some sheer's, under-wire and without.
After trying the first under-wire, everyone like it went into the no-go pile. All the others felt nice and comfy, if you can say that for a bra. Lauren showed me show to adjust the straps so they wouldn't dig into my shoulders.
It was during this time when mom and Connie were looking for things that I said to Lauren, "It's very kind of you to take so much of your time to help me today." I took another glance at her ears, before looking down.
Lauren lifted my chin till I looked her in the eye. "You are so cute. You remind me of my wife when I first met her. She had that same look of innocents that you have when I met her," Laughing, she adds, "Her ears are pointed, too. But, that is a long story."
After choosing a lot more than I felt I needed, Lauren had me keep on a matching pair of sheer baby blue bra and boy cut panties. I've got to say that the sheer silk felt amazing to have, on. Even under the clothes I wore into the store.
It was another hour later when we were checking out, having done plenty of damage in the Pink part of the store, that we found out that Lauren was the new owner of the store. She had one other store in Eugene Oregon. She quietly told Connie as she held her card out, that we were getting a 20% store wide discount. Wow, we didn't expect that.
We made our goodbyes and head for the food court with our many bags. We decide on Great Wall of China. I hadn't noticed until it was too late, but, the people in front of us were from my school, including Gena.
Before I could try to get us out of there, Gena noticed mom and said, "Hi Mrs Larsen, it's so nice to see you again." She nods toward aunt Connie and me.
Mom stares at Gena for a moment, when recognition sets in, "Gena, it's so nice to see you after so long. We don't see you since you and Glen stopped hanging out together."
"I know, I'm sorry. But I was wondering how Glen was going? We haven't heard anything since they took him away on Tuesday at school. He must be doing better, if you're here at the mall instead of the hospital."
Mom answers, "Yes, all is good now. No problems!" We place our order, since leaving now would be very suspicious. Mom tries to steer us away from Gena, but she follows us to our table.
Gena looks between Connie and I, saying to Connie, "I know Glen's aunt Connie, but, I don't think I've ever met any other family. You must be Glen's cousin, I'm Gena, very nice to meet you..." Waiting for one of us to fill in the name.
And this is why Gena and I had stopped being friends and hanging out. Sometimes, she is just too smart for her own good. I knew that I could fool her for a while, maybe even long enough to get out of this situation. But as soon as I went back to school on Monday, it would all be out anyways.
I took Gena's hand in mine to shake, smiling, I said, "I'm Glenyth. We've already met." I released her hand and watched as the cogs in her head turned to make sense of what I had said. First a look of confusion, that changed to wonder and then suspicion, and at last, recognition.
Gena almost fell, but I caught her, held her steady until she recovered. She let slip, "Holy Shit! Glen? Is that really you?" Then after realizing what she had said, "Pardon my language."
I grinned back, "It's Glenyth now. So, how do I look? Ok?"
Mom moved the bags aside, "Gena, would like to sit with us? Then maybe I can find out what happened between the two of you to keep you apart." Gena accepted and waved goodbye to her friends.
Through our lunch, it came out that Gena and I had drifted apart like a lot of boy / girl friendships do at the start of puberty. Where boys spent more time with boys and girls kept with other girls. Mom and Connie both thought that was silly, but now that we shared a gender, there was no reason to keep us from being friends again. We agreed and shared a hug to seal the friendship.
Though we weren't there yet, it was pretty much assumed we would become BFF's. And being or had been a nerd, we knew that with old Glen gone, regardless of how I got treated now, Gena was the next, on the nerd chain that she was sure to get some harassment, we would have each others back.
Gena called her mom to let her know that she would call later where to pick her up cause she would be with us. We spent a lot of time going store to store, shopping for shoes, regular clothes and even makeup. We picked out a ton of corded wrist bangles as well as bracelets. I decided to let Gena talk me into getting my ears pierced.
It was while I was getting the piercing done that it all almost hit the fan. When the tech who did the piercing did the first one, I wasn't completety ready. Thankfully the tech was looking away just as she pulled the trigger. Just the slightest flash of light and the gun fell apart in the tech's hand. She apologized and got a different one, redid it and it was fine.
I thought I had gotten away with it until I saw the look in Gena's eye. I asked the tech for a ring for my belly button so that while she was gone, I told Gena I would explain later.
We were pretty much all spent by then and decided to get home, after dropping Connie back off at the shop. It was good a thing that Connie drove to the mall because her vehicle had a lot more room for all the bags. Had we taken moms car, there wouldn't have been room Gena, let alone all the bags and boxes.
Once back at the shop, Gena and I went looking for my dad while Connie and mom transferred the horde of stuff into mom's car.
It didn't take long to find dad, since he was in the first bay reserved for final delivery of a car to the customer. He was bent over under the hood of my little, Hot Pink Soul, revving the motor and listening for any unusual noises. The motor under the hood now had color matching highlights to make it almost show quality.
He closes the hood and signals for his intern, to shut the motor off. Seeing me, he walks over, "What do you think Punkie?" Looking at Gena, "Long time, no see, gurl!" It was said to be corny, but dad could pull it off.
Gena says, "Yes Sir, it has. I hope you're doing well?"
Dad says, "I'm doing just great!" Giving me a hug from the side, then asks, "Hey Gena? Any chance your pop is willing to give me win back my old STi?"
Gena laughs, "I don't think so, sir, he says that after mom and me, that car was his biggest victory. Winning it when he did. It means too much to him."
Dad laughs too, "I had to ask, didn't I?" Shaking my shoulders, "And you, tired from keeping up with your Aunt and mom?"
I giggled at his inside joke, "It wasn't that bad dad. You should cut them some slack."
He says, "Oh, you're just saying that because of being a girl now. But, you didn't answer my original question, how do you like the car? It's all done."
I answer, "It's perfect dad! Even that little hesitation in the secondary system is gone. Very smooth. But, you spent your entire day working on my car."
Dad says, "Yes, I did. But I have an ulterior motive. That being, I hope you are interested enough in cars to hang around the shop some. Maybe even take an intern position. I still have a few spots left."
I said, "I'd love to dad! When do I start?"
"Since today is Saturday and all but over. Let's say Monday after school. Then Wednesday and Thursday. That way you'll have time for other things, like dates with boys."
I said, " The work is fine, but dating boys are OFF the table. I know how they think about girls that look like me, and you can have them!"
Dad laughed until he noticed Gena wanted to ask him something, "Yes, Gena? You have a question, dear?"
She says, "Yes, Sir. If Glenyth is going to help out here a couple afternoons a week, could I maybe do the same thing? You know that my Pop has all but given up on the car scene and won't teach me anything. And he always said you were better than he ever was."
Dad says, "Don't let your Pop, fool you, he was pretty good too. I just had better luck than he did. But, if your mom and pop are ok with it, Then I'd be happy to add you and Glenyth to the team."
About that time mom and Connie were done loading her car. Dad hands me the car keys and a small wad of cash and a Black Gas card. I look up at him wondering what I'm doing. He says, "You need to get gas on your way home. Go to the place I use and get the Special Blend we reserve. Then, if you and Gena wants to stop for pizza or something. You're covered."
I give dad a hug and kiss, "Thanks Daddy!" Then head over to mom to tell her we'll meet her at the house.
Starting the car, it has a less painful exhaust tone. I made sure that Gena was buckled in before putting it in gear. Since there was a lot less power from the motor the clutch pedal had a friendlier feel to it. We hit the road with modest acceleration.
Gena grabs the bar in front of her, "Holy Shh..." A big smile on my face.
End of Chapter 5
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To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question" If given the power of a comic book superhero, is that person obligated to play the part for the greater good?
To Be or Not to Be, That is the Existential Question
Chapter 6:
Last Time:
About that time mom and Connie were done loading her car. Dad hands me the car keys and a small wad of cash and a Black Gas card. I look up at him wondering what I'm doing. He says, "You need to get gas on your way home. Go to the place I use and get the Special Blend we reserve. Then, if you and Gena wants to stop for pizza or something. You're covered."
I give dad a hug and kiss, "Thanks Daddy!" Then head over to mom to tell her we'll meet her at the house.
Starting the car, it has a less painful exhaust tone. I made sure that Gena was buckled in before putting it in gear. Since there was a lot less power from the motor the clutch pedal had a friendlier feel to it. We hit the road with modest acceleration.
Gena grabs the bar in front of her, "Holy Shh..." A big smile on my face.
And Now:
Shortly after that, I slowed down to a more reasonable speed, short shifting to keep the motor and exhaust noise down low enough to carry on a conversation. I knew after what Gena had seen that there would be questions. So I spent the drive to my house talking with her and only telling her the most basic of information.
Gena says, "So, you're basically saying that you are an evolved or Meta-human. If that is so, it makes sense that you turned into a girl. All the stories and myths point that way. It's just that you are the first, real life Meta I've ever heard of."
I say, "Now you understand why this has to be kept secret. If this came out, anyone who knows about this will be in jeopardy from those trying to get at me. Even if I do nothing but live my life. It sure makes me rethink about all the stuff I said in Ms. French's class last week."
Nodding her head, Gena agreed with that. She asked, "Do you know what you are capable of beyond the shield and the ability to become naked instantly when needed?"
I say, "Gena, you are one crazy bitch, you know that. Why would instantly, becoming naked help anything?"
Without any reservation, Gena says, "You know, the right place, the right time, the right boy! You never can tell when that could come in handy."
"Listen, Gena, I may be all female now, but, my mind is still wired male, so the idea of being with a boy is just sickening. No, I still like girls." Then thinking about my current crush fantasy, Missy Mae Cleveland. As the Varsity Head cheerleader, just the thought of her vivacious, bounciness, was enough to start my motor running.
Gena starts giggling, "If the lady of your lust happens to be, one, Missy Mae. You may be in luck. None of the boys know it, but it is a well know fact that your Miss Missy, prefers the fairer sex."
Slightly embarrassed, "How could you possibly think I have a thing for Missy?"
Laughing outright, Gena says, "How could anyone not notice. Any time you get close to her, you seem to lose the ability to communicate in complete sentences. It's really quite cute."
After some time to think, I ask, "If Missy is gay, then why does she date Blake? They've been together since high school began."
With a conspiratorial look, "In gym one time, I overheard her telling her bestie Chelsea, that she and Blake have been friends since pre-school days, and when they both figured out they were gay, they would play the beard for the other until it was safe to come out."
We decided to stop at the Sonic in Bennington near the Lowe's. Being a late afternoon Saturday, they had a local car club having a social 'Meet and Greet', mini car show. They had one a month here. I parked between a bright red Civic and a beat up WRX.
After placing our order, we got out to stretch our legs. My car was already starting to draw interest from the local club guys. I was getting looks from both the guys and their girls, being sized up. My car was a bit extreme for these locals. But it was just a snack stop before heading home.
One older guy walks up, and instantly, I get this surfer vibe. He says, "Hey, girl. Haven't seen you around before." He checks me out and the car, not in a pervy way though.
I say, "Just stopping on the way home from picking up my car at my dad's shop. Get a bit of Slush and Burg. Know what I mean, Dude?"
Bobbing his head, "That's chill. Want to show off what's under the hood?" Thinking for a second I was in a bad spin off of Fast 'n Furious. I walk to the front of the car and pull the four hood-pin clips and lift the hood.
There were a lot of indrawn breaths from seeing under the hood, and what was not to be admired. The car was basically a full on Gymkhana car.
"Damn, Girl! Who's your Daddy? That's some fine piece of work there!"
I point out the plate on the radiator core support, Larsen Tech Engineering.
He asks, "Your dad is Harry Larsen? That's sweet!" I answer some questions until our food came before people gave us a break to eat.
We finished eating and said our goodbyes, the surfer dude said that the group was always here at this Sonic on Saturday afternoons. I said we'd try and make it, again if possible, and maybe bring the 'rents next time.
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Pulling into the driveway at home, it appears that dad also had time today to clear out the third garage spot. I parked in the last spot and let the car idle for a little bit, letting the turbo cool down. Then got out and led Gena into the house through the side door.
Dad was in the kitchen making a snack with mom. We told them about meeting the local club at the Sonic and thought they might like going next week. Dad seemed unsure, but mom says, "It has been a long time since we had a cruise day, might be nice for a change."
Gena and I went to my room and talked while I put new clothes away. She asked, "So, what are you going to wear for your first day back at school?"
Think about it, "Unless I change my mind, I'll were this top," Showing Gena a white with blue pinstripe multilayer frills tank top with 3 button high waisted shorts, "Guaranteed to show my navel piercing."
Gena went into the closet and came back with a short faux fox fur jacket. "With this to top it off."
"Yeah, or a tank over a tee with the same shorts."
Gena says, "That's probably better to start with, and save the other for sometime later, after you figure how people will react to you."
It was then that we got into some serious talk about the whole powers vs morality thing that had started in class. Gena says, "Now that you have a unique point of view on this issue. What are you, going to do?"
Groaning, I say, "I was wondering when you would get around to that! And I now I honestly don't know. For one, I have no real idea how far my powers extend, or their limits. I will say this though, I won't go looking for fights to see if I can hurt someone. That said, I also won't walk away if someone else is being hurt."
She gave me a hug, saying, "I'd expect nothing else from you. That's just the kind of person you were raised to be by your folks. We'll just have to test you to find out how strong you are. Does your dad still have the home gym?"
I nod, "Yeah, it's still in the pool house out back." Gena grabbed my hand and led the way.
Passing through the kitchen again, mom told us that Gena's mom would be here at 4:30pm to pick her up. A quick check of the range panel shows it's a quarter of 4 now, so we have less than 45min to do what Gena had in mind.
Once outside, we follow the edge of the pool around to the back corner where the pool house was. Another place I had rarely been, but was determined to change that. Dad had a sweet setup in here, he made enough money to afford gym quality machines and plenty of free weights.
Gena pulled me over to the sitting bench machine with all the attached gear on it and says, "Let's try the chest press? You sit and get comfortable while I check how much your dad has the machine set for." Fiddling around and changing the weight, she says, "That should be a good starting spot. Give that a try!"
I expected her to go easy on me to start and was not surprised at how easy it was to push, "Very funny Gena, you could at least have put some weight on it!" Then I let go of the pull handles and was surprised at the sound of crashing weights. With a shocked look, I turn to Gena.
Gena covers her mouth, giggling, seeing my shocked look. Finally over her giggles, she says, "Since it's a combo machine, I put the pin under the bottom weight, according to the chart, for chest presses, that's 400lb. Now try the same weight for leg press in the upper foot rests."
So, I turn back and put my feet on the upper rests and give a slight push. The machine gives way without much effort. This I could read for myself on the bar above the foot rests. 750lbs. Going by how easy each test had been, we were certain I could handle at least a thousand pounds. With practice, who knows.
Figuring that dad's home gym didn't have the ability to test my limits, there was no point in continuing testing. We got back into the house and told mom and dad what we found out. They were both impressed, but warned me about showing off. No point in drawing attention to myself.
Just as we were about to head back to my room upstairs, Gena's mom, Carly, showed up. She talked with mom and dad about how surprised, but happy she was that Gena and I were friends again. She says, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the last time I saw you two together Glen was a boy?"
The story we told her was that I had an unusual genetic disorder, (that part was true), that caused all the Y chromosomes to revert back to a second X, thus in turn causing the body to become female.
Ultimately, she asked if I was okay the way I was. I told her that I was fine, and that I even liked the way I looked. She thought I had a great attitude for not giving up and sulking over my lost manhood. I gave her a hug, then she and Gena left for their home.
Even though it was fairly early, I decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. I still had one day until I made my appearance as a girl at school. And if what Gena had said about Missy Mae were true, then if I played my cards right, by the end of the day I could even have a girlfriend.
In my bathroom, I turned the water on to get warm while I got undressed. Standing in front of the mirror, I had to think that there was nothing for Missy to not like of my body. Even though parents have to say things like their child is beautiful, I could honestly say that I was at least as good looking as Missy, maybe more so.
When the water finally got hot enough, I forgot that, too hot, didn't apply anymore. In fact, the hotter the better I liked it. It felt amazing as the water found it's way down around the curves of this body.
As I washed my body, I was thinking of how Missy would look along side of me here in the shower. The thought tightened and hardened my nipples so much that they ached. Rubbing on them only made them ache more, but in the best of ways. It also caused a heat to flair between my legs and a wetness not from the shower.
I decided to experiment with images of different people from school to find my reaction. The thoughts of other girls continued to increase my heat. Every girl I pictured was the same. Then I tried different boys, all considered good looking by all standards of the teenage species. The first boy I thought of the star Running Back of the football team. The second the thought of his naked body next to mine, I instantly turned cold. That was enough to decide I was definately on Team Lesbo.
Now, I am old enough to have experimented with masturbation, and school health class had taught us that it was nothing to be ashamed of. I can honestly say that it was occasional and never got crazy about it. It was fun.
So I figured I owed it to myself to at least try out what the other side had to offer. And it's not like girls don't do it too. If women didn't masturbate also, the adult toy industry would not be nearly as big as it was.
With that thought in mind, I decided I owed it to science to answer the age old question about who had the best orgasm. Having read some porn, I knew the basics of where to start. I played with my nipples a little and the areola puffed up and the nipples got bigger and harder. The areola color changed from a rose pink to almost white because of the stretching.
The reward for the light play was little electric shocks shooting down to my nether region. That by itself was almost as good as a male orgasm. Moving one hand down between my legs, I knew I had to be very gentle around the clitoris. But nothing could have prepared me for that first touch.
That first clumsy touch had my knees shaking and more electric shocks over my body. The way I felt at that moment was that, you could stop me from finishing up and finding where this path of pleasure led. I had some idea and the anticipation only fueled it more.
I knew from when I was a boy that the first couple of times. it didn't take too long to get there, and the same could be said now. I mostly stayed to just the clitoral stimulation, though I did slip a finger in my new slit. That feeling was so odd that I almost stopped. But, soon enough, I was rubbing harder with two fingers, when my first orgasm hit me. I was so shocked by the feelings that I kept rubbing and had a second and then third before I sank to my knees in utmost bliss.
I sat like that with my face almost on my knees, the water raining down on me while I quivered until I calmed down. It was some time later that mom rapped on the bathroom door and ask if I was okay, since it had been very quiet for a while. I answered that I was more than fine. Mom had the good graces to only say she was there if I needed to talk, before she left.
I turned the water off and used my inner radiance to dry off, that is just so cool. I dressed in some nice girl PJs, nice and really soft. Ready for bed, I went downstairs to say Goodnight to mom and dad, gave them each a kiss and headed for bed. It took very little time to fall asleep with how relaxed I felt.
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I came awake slowly, late the next morning. With my eyes still shut, I took in the sounds of the house, just barely unable to hear what my parents were talking about. But as I concentrated on their voices, I started to make out what they were saying, it was offhandedly about me, but also not. They were talking that while they had always loved me as a boy, why had they not tried to have a daughter as well. Quickly things got to be TMI for me to continue to listen in on them.
Turning my concentration back to myself, I could feel the warmth of the bed and the quilt over the top of me. I lay on my side, as that was the most cozy way to curl up. Not feeling any pressure from the bed itself, I opened my eyes to see that I was floating about an inch above the bed. It felt like laying on a cloud. As I thought more about it, I settled back onto the mattress.
I sat up quickly realizing that I had just used two separate powers, super hearing, and I could probably fly. Because it would just lame to only float an inch off the ground. Granted, those are things that would require practice to gain any skill at. But the thought of flying reminded me of watching birds and how envious I was of them.
End of Chapter 6
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