episode3

Super Lovers
Story by Angela J.
Editing by Steve Zink

Episode 3 "Friends or Enemies"

It was bad enough when I was temporarily turned into a
female and had to jack off Mark, but permanently becoming a
woman and having to drink Mark's sperm was too much. I was
completely depressed over the events that occurred since
Mark's discovery of the two super suits. I wanted things to
return to normal. But how could they? I would never again
be a man.

I rarely went outside of our apartment. Instead, I just
moped around like a zombie. In a way, I was a zombie, for I
had lost my life, my life as a man. This condition made me
lose my job as a waiter at a local restaurant. I couldn't
just show up as a woman and work my shift. Luckily, I had
some savings, but that was quickly running out. If I didn't
change back by the next week, I would have to get a job as
a woman. Due to the fact that the
gender change occurred during the summer, at least my
school grades were intact. I could only guess what becoming
a female could have done to my grades.

Mark was rarely at the apartment. I guess my presence made
him feel both depressed and guilty. Further, according to
him, his social life improved tremendously due to the extra
muscles and strength that his suit accorded him. At first,
he encouraged me to join him in his social events. He
talked about all the great guys that I could meet, and how
popular I would be with them. He would say things like,
"You could find a boyfriend in no time. You
may as well accept your fate as a female, and make the best
of it."

I always turned him down, because I had no desire of
becoming popular with the guys in that way. As far as I was
concerned, I was still a heterosexual male inside. The idea
of guys looking at me as a potential sexual partner scared
and disgusted me.

Mark also attempted to get me to join him in what he called
'superhero missions'. Again, I denied his requests. The
ideals of becoming a character in a comic book were his
dreams, and not mine. Besides, I derived no pleasure in
becoming his feminine sidekick. And the necessity of having
to engage in sexual acts with him to power up his suit was
definitely something I wanted to avoid. After a while, he
grew tired of asking me to continue being his heroic
partner.

One day, he just gave up. "We were not destined to be
superheroes after all," he said with a sigh.

That was the last time we ever discussed the super lover
suits, until that fateful day.

***

Mark came into my room without knocking. This was unusual
for him. But that day, that wasn't the only thing different
about him. In fact, he looked different. He had a look of
determination on his face that I'd never seen before. He
smiled at me. His smiles were usually warm, but that smile,
that day, was everything but warm. It sent chills down my
spine. "You have denied me long enough," he said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Silence," he said.

By uttering that simple word, somehow, he made it
impossible for me to speak. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to
speak. I wanted to demand that he stop this strange and
unfriendly treatment toward me. But I couldn't.

"You will stay silent, until I tell you to speak again," he
said.

I couldn't even respond to his command. I just sat there,
staring at him and wondering how he was able to silence me
with a simple command. I knew that he derived certain
powers from the suit. I also knew that some of the powers
afforded by his suit were mental powers, powers of
persuasion. But the power that he was using over my mind
was very strong. Therefore, I guessed that it needed a
tremendous source of power. The only way that he could be
doing this was if he'd been able to charge up his suit
again. But I hadn't worn my
suit since the time we were trapped in the cages. Not only
that, I didn't perform any sexual acts with him since that
time, either.

But somehow he was controlling my mind. Did he find someone
else who was willing to wear the feminine garment, and
engage in sexual contact with him? Yes, he must have, that
would be the only explanation for the power he was wielding
over me.

"Get off your chair and get on your knees," he ordered.

Despite my attempts to disobey him, I got on my knees.

"Crawl to me," he ordered next.

Again I followed his instructions, like I was a slave girl.

"Unzip my pants," he stated.

I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. I thought
he was my friend, and now he was apparently forcing me to
engage in sexual contact with him. To add to my
humiliation, he even removed my ability to protest against
his unwanted advances.

I didn't want to follow his instructions, but I did. After
I unzipped his pants, I obeyed his next command and took
his hardening dick out. I had seen it before, but this time
I had no say in what I was doing.

"Suck my dick," he said.

I obeyed his wishes once again. I lowered my head and took
his dick into my mouth. Once it was wrapped in my lips, I
sucked it like a cheap whore.

"Give me the best blow job possible," he ordered.

Although I didn't have my suit on, and therefore didn't
have instant knowledge of the best way to give Mark a blow
job, my memory was pretty good. Just by memory, I was able
to give Mark a first rate blowjob. I kissed and licked
every part of his dick. I even deep-throated it. When he
came, I swallowed every last drop. And before putting his
dick back into his pants, I licked it clean with my tongue.

Once I was finished, Mark allowed me to speak. But before
he did so, he cleverly removed my ability to feel any
negative emotions toward him. Due to his command, the worst
I could feel toward Mark was a neutral feeling.

With any negative feelings toward Mark gone, all I had left
was humiliation and pity toward myself.

When it was time for me to speak, all I could do was ask
questions to satisfy my curiosity.

"Did you have sex with someone else to charge up your
suit?" I asked.

"Yes, I fucked several girls," he answered, "and I am more
powerful now than ever before."

"I thought you said that you couldn't trust anyone with the
secret other than me?" I asked.

"I can't," he answered, "but now I don't need anyone else.
You see, I'm independent from the second suit."

"What?" I asked. "How?"

"After we escaped from our cages, I caught the scientist,"
Mark answered. "He assumed that I was going to hurt him,
and begged for his life. He offered his findings on the
super suits. I was, of course, interested, so I listened.
The scientist told me that he'd discovered a way to make
the super suits independent of each other. The wearer could
charge up by engaging in sexual activities with anyone of
the opposite gender of the suit. I knew
that you were a reluctant hero, and that you may never
agree to cooperate again. Looking for a new partner could
be dangerous. Therefore, the scientist's findings greatly
interested me. Unfortunately, the process of making the
suits independent was very costly. I am talking about
millions of dollars. So I gave up on it. But I wanted to
know more about the suits. In order to learn more about the
suits, I used my mental powers to make the
scientist loyal to me."

"But if you gave up on making the suits independent,
how...?" I asked.

"I didn't finish," he answered. "I repeatedly tried to
convince you to be my partner against crime. But you
refused. I wanted to be a superhero, but you made that
impossible. If I could not be a superhero, I at least
wanted to be powerful again. In order to get that power, I
needed your help, or money. Since you denied me, I decided
to get the money. The scientist had some underground
connections, and used them to help me get a gang. The gang
and I successfully robbed several banks. With my portion of
the money, I was able to make the suits independent from
each other. Now I can fuck any girl in the world to charge
up my suit. I guess that makes me a supervillain. I was
reluctant at first, because supervillains always lose in
the in the comic books. But this isn't a comic book.
Besides, who's going to stop me?"

I was astonished by what Mark was saying. I always thought
of him as a nice guy. But now it was obvious that he was
evil. Despite this knowledge, however, I couldn't feel any
bad feelings toward Mark.

"Since you made me a villain by refusing me, I decided to
say good-bye by not allowing you to refuse me," he said.
"That blowjob was justice. Don't worry, I'm not a bum. I
intend to pay for your lip service," he stated as he threw
in my direction a wad of cash. "I want you to use the money
to make yourself pretty. After all, you are a female now,
and you should be as pretty as possible. In fact, you will
want to be as pretty as possible all the time. That means
that you will not only dress in the most feminine clothing,
but that you will also act only in a feminine way. From now
on, you will only be able to move and gesture in the most
feminine manner."

As Mark gave me instructions, my mind began to wish that I
was dressed in something more beautiful. I actually wanted
to look and act more feminine.

"Now, one more instruction before I leave," Mark said. "You
will not be able to communicate to anyone about what
happened today. You will not able to repeat anything that I
told you today."

Having given his last command, Mark leaned down and gave me
a kiss on the lips. Although I was not ordered to return
his kiss, I knew that not doing so could be dangerous. So I
let his tongue penetrate my mouth without any protests.
After the kiss, Mark left our apartment.

Once alone and left with just my thoughts, I got an
irresistible urge to look pretty. I found that it took
great effort to resist that temptation. On several
occasions, I caught myself looking in the mirror absent-
mindedly thinking of ways to make myself more beautiful.
Once in a while, I was able to control my urge long enough
to be alarmed at my behavior and desires. Despite myself, I
was acting like a sexy female. When I walked, my butt
gyrated seductively. When I sat, I crossed my legs
automatically. With concentration, I could stop gyrating my
butt and crossing my legs, but as soon as I stopped
concentrating, my actions became feminine again. This was
bad enough, but even my feelings were betraying me. A
dominant part of me actually wanted to look and act in a
feminine manner.

Back to that first fateful day after being turned into a
wanton woman...

After fighting against my own thoughts and actions for
several minutes, I decided to take a cold shower to help
assert more control over my mind. As I removed my clothing,
I couldn't help but admire my feminine body. I ran my hands
along my curves and moaned as my hands came in contact with
my sensitive skin. I walked over to the mirror, and saw
myself as I made one feminine pose after another. The fact
that I was still a male inside only showed in the effect
the sight of the beautiful woman in the mirror had on me.
Despite the fact that I was looking at myself, the sight
was turning me on. But instead of getting a hard-on, my
pussy became wet with desire.

It took all my self-control to pull myself away from the
mirror and walk into the bathroom. The cold shower woke up
my senses. Once the cold water hit my body, I was able to
assert more self-control over my desires. I was ashamed of
what I had become, an ultra-feminine woman. This shame led
me to cry like a girl.

After crying for a few minutes, I looked for something to
wear. A small part of me still wanted to wear masculine
clothing, but the part of me in control wanted to look as
pretty as possible, which meant wearing the most feminine
apparel. I looked in my closet for an appropriate outfit.
There was only male clothing. That's when my mind started
obsessing over the female super suit. It was the only
feminine outfit in my home. Despite the promise to myself
never to wear the feminine garment ever again, I walked to
the hiding place where the super suit was located. As soon
as my hands touched the garment, I knew I had to wear it.
Putting on the blouse, skirt, and sandals satisfied the
craving for feminine clothing, but at the same time drove
in the fact that I was defeated.

After I donned the suit, I immediately wanted to change my
clothing and myself so that I could be even more beautiful.
Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to change because
my suit was empty. I remembered the cash that Mark threw at
me. Perhaps I could use it to buy some feminine items. I
went back to my bedroom and gathered up the now scattered
money. They were all one-dollar bills. It added up to fifty
dollars. I felt deep shame. Mark got
a first-rate blowjob from me, and all that was worth to him
was fifty dollars. I was indeed a cheap whore.

Adding the amount Mark gave me to the little money that I
had, left me with a bit over one hundred dollars. Although
I didn't know that much about women's clothing, I knew that
I couldn't buy much with just one hundred dollars.

I guessed that I could perhaps use it to buy some makeup
and lingerie, but that was about it. But I wanted a lot
more. I wanted, no, I needed to be prettier, and I had
little money with which to accomplish it. The only way I
was going to accomplish what I needed was to charge up my
suit. But how could I? Mark and his suit were gone. Then I
wondered whether my suit was also now independent from the
male suit. If so, I could charge it up by having sex with
any man. I had to try. I didn't need nor want a man, but I
needed a man to charge my suit so that I could fill my need
for femininity.

The need to be feminine was so overpowering that having sex
with a man didn't seem that bad. After all, I had already
sucked off a cock, one more would make little difference.
So I gathered up my courage and walked out of my apartment,
determined to find a man to charge my suit.

I found myself sitting at the same bar where I met Susan.
But this time, instead of checking out the girls, I was
checking out the guys. Fortunately, picking up guys was a
lot easier than picking up girls. In fact, I didn't have to
do anything but look available and smile. Soon after I
arrived at the bar, a man came up to my table and asked if
he could join me.

After only few minutes, I was able to tell that my male
companion was boring. His boasting of his accomplishments
and his stupid jokes made me want to leave him. But I
wasn't there to find a soul mate; all I needed was a quick
lay to charge my suit. So without any further delay, I
invited him to my place. Since I'd walked to the bar, I was
able to drive back with him. Inside the man's car, I
started to have second thoughts. I didn't want to have sex
with a man. Being forced to suck off a guy was one thing,
doing it voluntarily would be a lot more degrading.
Besides, this guy may have wanted more than just a blow
job; he might have wanted to fuck me. I wanted to tell him
that I'd changed my mind, that I wanted him to let me out
of his car. But my desire for feminine things would not
allow me to say those things. I merely provided directions
to my apartment, while thinking that I would stop this
craziness before we got there. But we did arrive at my
apartment and I didn't stop him. In fact I knew that I
would go through with it in order to become pretty. I was
sacrificing my male pride in order to become more pretty.

Once we were inside my apartment, I quickly went to work by
taking out his dick and sucking on it. Despite being the
second time, the cock sucking was difficult for me. Don't
get me wrong, the technique of cock sucking was easy.
Thanks to my super suit, I knew how to please the dick. The
difficulty was the emotional aspect of the ordeal. I was
still a guy inside and no matter what, sucking another
guy's cock wasn't easy on my thoughts. In a way, I had to
distance myself from the process. Instead of dwelling on
what I was doing, I concentrated on the technique of cock
sucking. During the entire degrading ordeal, all I thought
about was how I could bring him off quickly so that I could
charge my suit. Once his cum filled my mouth, I swallowed
it, and continued sucking. I wanted a second load so that I
could change myself into a stunning beauty. He obliged by
becoming hard again. Once again, I brought him to ecstasy
by sucking on his manhood. After swallowing his cum, I even
thanked him.

However, once the deed was completed, I felt ashamed of
what I had become. I just sucked off a guy twice, and now I
didn't know what to do. It was difficult to even look at
him again. Therefore, I thought of ways to get rid of him.
I had to think of something that would make him leave
without hurting his feelings.

"My husband will be back soon, so you'd better leave," I
said.

Fortunately, he believed my lie, and quickly zipped up and
was about to leave.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

I wanted to say no, but knew that I may need him again to
recharge my super suit.

"Give me your number, and I'll call you," I said.

He obliged my request, and then stated, "I don't even know
your name."

"Tanya," I answered.

"My name is Joe, call me soon, Tanya," he said, and left my
apartment.

After I made sure that he was gone, I began to think of
what I wanted to look like. Unfortunately, I had no idea.
Sure, I knew that I wanted more tits and ass, but what
else? I decided that I needed to learn more about women's
fashion. So I walked to the nearest bookstore.

After looking through several women's magazines, I decided
to buy the latest issues of Cosmopolitan and Vogue. Both of
those magazines had articles dealing with women's fashion.

While waiting in line at the check out counter, I glanced
over at the local newspaper and was immediately interested
in one of the headlines.

The headline read, "Super Villain Robs Bank Again! Police
Can't Stop Him!" The picture that was next to the headline
showed a figure wearing the male super lover suit in the
super hero mode. It was Mark! He was robbing the banks, and
no one could stop him. Interested in the story, I bought
the newspaper and the women's magazines, then hurried home.

Once I got home, I quickly closed the door and made sure
that the blinds were shut tight. I looked at the pictures
in the magazines and decided to make myself in the form of
several of the models. I copied the tits from a girl on the
cover of the Cosmopolitan. Her tits looked like they were
about to pop out of her dress. I copied a petite nose from
another model, while copying the mouth from another. In the
end, I had the most beautiful parts of all the models in
both the Cosmopolitan and Vogue. For my dress, I copied a
red dress from Vogue. It was sleeveless and very short,
designed to show off skin. To complete the outfit, I got
myself a pair of high heel shoes.

After I satisfied my urge for femininity by changing myself
into a vision of beauty, I started thinking about what Mark
was doing. Interested again in the newspaper article, I
read it. According to the article, a supervillain that
seemed invincible robbed another bank and injured several
bystanders and policemen. Bullets had no effect on this
villain, and any attempt at stopping him met with
disastrous ends. The police spokesman was quoted as saying
that unless they were able to get military-type weapons, it
seemed hopeless against this villain. The spokesman then
answered concerns that such weapons could hurt innocent
bystanders by saying that there may be no other
alternative.

Mark was not only stealing, but was hurting others. While I
had no negative feelings toward Mark, I did feel sad for
the injured people, and somewhat responsible for what was
going on. After all, Mark wanted to become a superhero, and
not a villain. But due to my unwillingness to play the part
of the heroine, Mark had no choice but to become the
supervillain. It was, in a way, my fault that these people
were getting hurt. I had to do
something about it.

I knew that Mark's strength was great, and that face to
face, I had no chance against his powers. But perhaps I
could use my powers to sneak up on him and, in the moment
of surprise, defeat him. Although I had little chance to
succeed, I had to try. I thought about seeking help, but
knew that the police couldn't provide much assistance, and
that I didn't have any contacts with anyone else with
superpowers. In fact, I didn't know if any other super
beings even existed. Anyway, it was my responsibility. So
ignoring my fears, I bravely ventured out of my apartment
again as a superheroine.

***

The first thing I needed to do was find Mark. My only hope
was that he remained in this town and parked his car in
front of his new residence. The bank in the newspaper was
in our town, so I knew that there was a good chance that he
remained in this location. I knew what his car looked like,
and the license plate number, so all I had to do was look
around our town. Luckily, our college town was relatively
small. I walked around for several hours, and finally saw
Mark's car parked at a curb. It was parked in a nice
neighborhood. All the houses were big, made out of brick,
and looked fairly new.

Finding the car helped me to narrow down the search for
Mark. But I still didn't know which house he'd be in.
Although it was likely that he was in the house immediately
by the car, there were no guarantees. Besides, even if Mark
was in that house, I couldn't just barge in. I knew that I
couldn't do anything against Mark face to face. No, I had
to attack him in a more subversive manner.

I had to somehow sneak into the house and get Mark when he
least expected it. I, however, could not just wait there by
Mark's car, until someone opened the front door. It would
look too suspicious for someone to just stand around the
car. Besides, my beautiful body and face attracted too much
attention. I had to figure out a solution to this problem.
Then I wondered if I could make myself invisible. I knew
that there were some limitations to what I could change
into. For instance, I knew that I could never be a male
again, but I wondered if I could change myself beyond
making myself more and more feminine. I had to try.

I concentrated on making myself invisible, and succeeded!

Unfortunately, the transformation took all my powers. I
could sense that my suit was empty. Why had I wasted the
power making myself more beautiful? It seemed so frivolous.
It was difficult to forgive myself for such action. But in
the end, I had to tell myself that it wasn't my fault.
Mark's instructions left me no choice.

Besides, there was no sense in dwelling in guilt. It was
time for me to try to make things better. I knew that I had
to power up if I was going to have any chance against Mark.
Although the idea of sucking some guy off again disgusted
me, I knew that it was the only way I could have a chance
to stop Mark. So I reluctantly decided to find a source for
my power.

I walked to my university, knowing that, even during summer
time, men would be most likely be there. Once I reached the
campus, I looked around for suitable candidates for
recharging my suit. Although I found several men who would
have been glad to allow me to suck their cocks, I couldn't
approach them because I was invisible. Since I was out of
power, the only way I could make myself visible again was
to take off my suit or get more power. Taking my suit off
was out of the question, since I didn't want the guys to
see a naked girl suddenly appear before their eyes. Getting
more power was why I needed to become visible in the first
place. It was a no win situation. I needed to become
visible to get more power, but I needed more power to
become visible.

I had to find another way. I had to get more power without
becoming visible. I walked around the university without
any ideas, until I came across a men's dorm. I could follow
a guy into the dorm and find a guy who was taking a nap,
and suck his cock. The guy, hopefully, would think that he
having a wet dream.

I followed a man into the dorm and looked around for some
unsuspecting cock. Unfortunately, I found only locked
doors. When I was about to give up and leave the dorm, I
noticed a man go into his room and quickly followed him in.
Once inside the room, I noticed another man in his bed
sleeping. The man that I followed, put down the books he
was carrying on a desk and picked up another book. After
that he left, leaving me with the sleeping man. This was
perfect.

I quietly walked up to the man and felt shame at what I was
about to do. I was going to suck cock again, this time
without the consent or knowledge of the man. In fact, I
didn't even know the guy's name. Despite this shame, I knew
that I had to do it. I had to suck cock, for the sake of
innocent people who may get hurt if Mark was not stopped.

Trying not to think about what I was doing, I reached and
lowered the covers, then took his cock out of his
underwear. I wished with all my heart that I could just
walk out of that room without doing what I knew I had to
do. I even quietly cursed my sense of responsibility. But
in the end, I lowered my head and kissed his dick.

Once my lips came in contact with his dick, the man moaned.
Frightened that the man may wake up, I stopped what I was
doing and stood still. After a few seconds of silence, I
decided that he was still sleeping and moaned in his sleep.
So I put my lips back on the cock. As soon as my lips
touched the cock again, I knew how to please it. While
being careful not to wake the man up, I diligently sucked
the cock. After a while, I heard him moan again, but this
time, I didn't stop the sucking and the licking. I had to
make sure that he reached climax soon, and stopping the sucking and
licking would delay the cum. I continued to suck even when
my heart skipped a beat, as his hand gently touched and
pushed my head to his cock. Although I was frightened that
he was awake, I continued sucking and hoped that he would
not wake up. After several frightened minutes of sucking
his cock, the man finally came in my mouth. I eagerly drank
every last drop and licked his cock clean.

In order to make sure that the young man didn't wake up, I
carefully put his dick back into his underwear and pulled
the covers over his body. Knowing that the act charged up
my suit, I quickly walked out of that room and out of that
dorm. During my walk from the university to Mark's car, I
kept thinking about what I had done. I had sucked off an
unsuspecting guy while he was sleeping. Some may say that I
raped the guy because he was in no position to stop me. I
felt disgusted with myself.

My self-loathing continued even when I reached the car, but
fear was added to my emotions. There was no turning back
now; I'd sacrificed way too much to turn back now. So I
quietly waited by Mark's car for him to show up.

I didn't have to wait long. After only ten minutes, I saw a
car park right behind Mark's car. The man in that car, a
big burly guy, got out of his car and walked toward the
house next to Mark's car. I quietly followed the guy. He
knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" said a familiar voice.

It was Doctor Stein's voice, the same mad scientist that
doomed me into becoming a female permanently. According to
Mark, the scientist was helping him. So I knew that I'd
come to the right house.

"It's me, Doc, Jack," answered the man at the door.

The door opened, and Jack walked in. Before the door was
shut, I quickly followed inside. The scientist and Jack
walked back to the living room area of the house. There, I
saw Mark and another man sitting on a sofa, watching the
news. My hope of catching him off guard was diminished a
little by the fact that Mark was still wearing his super
suit. It would be a miraculous if I took out all four men,
even if they had no super powers. But with Mark's
suit on, I had no hope. I had to wait until Mark took off
his super suit before making my move.

After standing quietly in the living room for several
hours, I finally got a little break. Mark got up from his
seat and announced that he was going to sleep. I quietly
followed him into his room and then into an adjacent
restroom. Once he locked the restroom door, Mark took off
his pants, shirt, and shoes to reveal very a big dick and
muscular legs. He then removed his soxs and suddenly he
turned into a skinny guy. Even his huge dick shrank in
size. Although his dick was not that big, I was jealous of
the fact that he had one at all. I, unlike Mark, no longer
had a dick. Once he was naked, he carefully folded his
clothing neatly and placed them by the bathroom sink. This
was my opportunity. I could steal the male super suit while
Mark was taking a shower.

As soon as he went into the shower I made my move and
grabbed the male super suit.

"You!" he screamed, as he quickly jumped out of the shower.

Although my super suit and I were invisible, Mark's super
suit, in my hands, was not. The fact that it was moving in
the air alerted Mark. He guessed at the identity of the
person attempting to steal his super suit.

"Toni, you bitch, give it back!" Mark yelled, as he grabbed
the suit.

He tugged on the super suit, while I attempted to hold onto
it. I saw in his eyes great determination. Despite the fact
that Mark was no longer wearing a super suit, his body was
much stronger then my feminine body. He was able to pull
the super suit out of my hands. At that instant, I wished
that he could be as weak as me. Out of sheer panic, I did
something that I didn't know I could do. I didn't know that
I had the power to change others. But not even attempting
to do so, I changed Mark into a female.

"Noooooo!" Mark screamed in a feminine voice. Confronted
with breasts and a pussy, Mark suddenly lost control of
herself and fell to the floor. She let go of her hold on
the super suit, and started to cry hysterically. The male
super suit fell to the bathroom floor.

My attention was taken away from the crying girl by the
sudden knock on the restroom's door. The three men outside
must have heard Mark's screams, and were banging on the
door. I had to think quickly. The male suit could give me
the strength that I needed to stop the men. I picked up the
suit from the floor. Then hope came to my mind. If the
female suit turned me into a girl, maybe the male suit
could change me back into a man. I quickly put on the male
suit over the female one.

When I put the male suit on, I suddenly became visible
again. Although I felt stronger and looked bigger, I was
still a very feminine woman. In fact, I couldn't even see
the male super suit. It was as if the female super lover
suit was camouflaging the male suit. My last hope of ever
being a male again was crushed.

The door being broken down interrupted my self-pity. Dr.
Stein and his cronies were shocked to see me. Not knowing
who I was, they immediately lunged for me and started
hitting me. Luckily, the super lover suits protected me and
I felt no pain. But I had to take control of the situation,
so I attempted to hit them back. To my surprise, my punches
were awkward and missed them entirely. I used to fight a
lot when I was a guy, and never punched the way I did at
that time. Instead of an effective punch, my arm just
floundered. I was punching like a girl. Despite my best
efforts to concentrate and hit properly, my punches were
ineffective.

When I discovered that I couldn't properly hit them, I
attempted to use my mind powers to change them or subdue
them with my mind powers. But they were moving too fast.
Out of desperation, I started to fight like a vixen; I
slapped and scratched them. Fortunately, this worked. With
my super strength, only a few slaps were enough for the men
to surrender.

The surrender was just in time, because I felt my powers
begin to fade. My suits were close to empty, and needed to
be recharged if I was going to do much more. In order to
ensure that these men didn't get away, I tied them down
with rope.

Mark, throughout the whole process, remained in the
restroom crying her eyes out. I began to fear that she was
losing her mind. Despite the fact that she was one of the
main causes for my girlhood, I wanted to help her.
Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to change her
back.

I was about to call the police, when I noticed the bag of
money in the corner of the restroom. Due to the fact that I
had not worked in a while, I was almost out of funds. The
money could help me tremendously. Besides, I could use it
to help others. It's true, I considered myself one of the
good guys, or at least one of the good girls, and did not
want to steal from anyone. But, I knew that the Federal
Government guaranteed banks, so the only thing that would
lose out was some big corporation. I could find better use
for the money than the bank.

If I was going to keep the money, I had to think of
something to do with Mark and his friends. I decided not to
turn them in to the police. It was up to me to take care of
them.

After careful consideration, I decided to change them. In
order to make sure that I got to keep the money and none of
these villains ever hurt anyone again, I had to change
their minds and bodies. With the same bodies, they ran the
risk of getting caught, and therefore being traced to me.
Without changing their minds, they could go back to their
life of crime and therefore end up hurting others. It was
my intent to make both situations impossible.

In order to accomplish what I wanted to do, I had to obtain
more power. There was only one way I could think of that
would give me more power. So reluctantly I lowered Jack's
zipper and took out his cock. He seemed surprised by my
actions, but smiled encouragingly. The mad scientist, on
the other hand, knew that I was attempting to charge my
suit, and started to get frightened.

"You fool, don't get hard, no matter what..." I used the
last bit of the power left in the suits to silence him. I
merely looked into the madman's eyes and mentally told him
to shut up.

He obeyed.

With that done, I again put my attention back on Jack's
cock. It was one more cock that I had to suck. Cocks were
getting too familiar to my lips and tongue. I hesitated,
but in the end I lowered both my head and my disgust, and
sucked his cock. My head bobbed up and down the engorged
male instrument. Allowing the cock to fuck my face, I tried
my best to give pleasure to the cock. After several minutes
of sucking, the cock exploded and filled my mouth with cum.
I drank it down like it was the tastiest thing in the world.

With the power I received from the sexual performance, I
changed Jack into a beautiful woman. Since I had to endure
femininity, it seemed appropriate to change my enemies into
females. Jack, seeing the change, passed out.

After witnessing the change in his partner, the two
remaining men looked at me with fear. The second man
started to plead for mercy, but to avail. The man cried as
I sucked his cock. He knew what awaited him after
ejaculation, and tried to resist. But my sucking technique
was too good to resist. Soon the man came in my mouth, and
was then changed into another female.

Thanks to my order, the Doc remained silent throughout the
ordeal. I descended on the madman's dick. Even after
sucking it for a couple of minutes, however, he remained
soft. The scientist was trying his best not to get excited.
He had great control over his body. It was a challenge for
me to get him hard. But in the end, the Doc couldn't resist
my talents as a cocksucker. But his resistance made the
ordeal last a long time. By the time
he came, my jaws ached from all the sucking. I was glad to
see that the sucking ordeal was over, and promptly
swallowed his juices. I used the power to transform the
older guy into a beautiful young lady.

It seemed ironic to me that the most male part of their
bodies gave me the power to turn them into women.

The new women looked rather silly in big men's clothing. I
wanted to remedy the problem, so I changed their clothing
to fit their new gender. In order to complete my task, I
woke up Jack. With the last remaining power that I had, I
gave the Doc and her cronies some instructions.

"Jack, your name is now Jennifer," I stated, then turned,
"and you are Michelle. Doctor Stein will use the name
Sarah. Jennifer, Michelle, Sarah, I'm going to leave you a
substantial amount of money. I want you to buy the most
feminine clothing and accessories with the money."

Now with that problem solved, I gave instructions on a more
serious note. "You will never be able to talk about what
happened today or the days before today. You will start a
new life in another state." So far so good! Thanks to their
new bodies and their command to start new lives, the police
would never be able to catch them.

Now I had to think of a way to ensure that they led normal
lives, and not a lives of crime. "You desperately want to
be housewives. Other than being a good wife and mother,
none of you have any aspirations. When you arrive in your
new state, you will do your best to find a nice husband.
After your marriages, you will get pregnant and give birth
to the first of many children. You will be happy in your
role as mother and wife. Now, smile girls, as you think
about your new lives." Their smiles looked genuine. Perhaps
they will find happiness in their future lives.

"You will wait for ten minutes after I leave this house,
then you will go shopping. After buying a new wardrobe, you
will catch a flight to your new state." With that command,
I untied the new women. I couldn't help but admire their
beautiful smiles.

I almost forgot about my order silencing the Doctor. I
didn't want her to be a mute for the rest of her life.
"After I leave this house, you may speak again."

With that order most of the power of my suits was gone. I
had enough maybe for one more suggestion. In order to guard
against any surprises I decided to save the last remaining
power. I moved quickly so that I wouldn't be in a sticky
situation, almost powerless.

After taking care of Sarah, Michelle, and Jennifer, I
checked up on Mark. She sat on the restroom floor, still
crying. I felt sorry for her. Because of Mark's orders, I
didn't have any negative feelings for her. I got down on my
knees and gave her a hug.

"Let's go home," I said, and grabbed her hand.

As I got up from the floor, I gently pulled Mark's hand,
and she meekly got up.

After taking most of the money from the bag, I led Mark out
of that house and into her car. During our drive back to
our house, Mark continued to cry. I had defeated my foe,
but felt sorry for her. Looking at Mark, I began to
contemplate charging the suit up just to change her back.
Would my days as a cocksucker never end?