episode4

Super Lovers
Story by Angela J.
Editing by Steve Zink

Episode 4 "Girl Fight"

"Apart and alone, they would fail..." the piece of paper
describing the super suits said. I was beginning to think
that it was correct. I never felt so lonely in my life.
When I was permanently turned into a female, I lost all
contact with my family and friends, except Mark. I didn't
know of any way to tell any of them about my sudden
transformation. I missed all of them, but I especially
missed my brother, Jason. My life was a lonely existence.
Only Mark knew who I really was. I could have at least
confided in him. But now, my fate was even worse, because
I'd lost Mark as well.

Mark betrayed me, controlled my mind and even forced me to
suck his cock. Afterwards, he became a supervillain and
robbed several banks. I had to stop him, and did so by
turning he and his partners into females. Mark was now a
woman named Marci.

At first, I considered changing her back. Sure, I could get
my suit charged up and change Marci back to the way she
was, but I knew that deep inside, he would still be the guy
who betrayed me. Don't get me wrong, I had no ill feelings
toward her, but knew that changing her back would not help
matters.

Besides, the knowledge that someone else was sharing my
fate of unwanted femininity was the only thing that made my
loneliness bearable. That's the reason I decided to make
Marci join me in femininity.

I made her go shopping with me. After all, Marci was the
reason I had this craving to be feminine. She might as well
join me in getting the feminine clothing. With money we got
from the bank robbery, we bought everything, including
makeup, lingerie, stockings, panties, bras, dresses,
blouses, skirts, bikinis, and jewelry. Due to Marci's
orders, I needed all the most feminine items, and getting
them satisfied an urge. On a superficial level, it made me
happy. Marci, on the other hand, was miserable. She hated
trying on the feminine clothing, and only did it because I
insisted. I could have made her like what she was doing,
but it seemed more appropriate for her to have a little
discomfort.

During our shopping spree, she only acted feminine in order
not to attract any attention. But unfortunately for both of
us, we attracted plenty of male attention. What is it with
men? They see one beautiful girl, and they're happy. But
they see two beautiful girls together, and they go
absolutely crazy. I couldn't blame them, because I used to
be the same way, but it felt uncomfortable nonetheless.

Shopping was not the only thing Marci and I did together. I
made her join me when I powered up the suit. I tried to
give up the heroic acts, but couldn't ignore the suffering
of innocent people. Thanks to my sense of responsibility, I
was a sucker in more than one way.

In order to convince Marci to join me, I used the last
remaining power left in my suits.

"Marci, you love to suck cocks," I told her.

Even with that order, she fought me tooth and nail in an
attempt to not go out on our double date. But once Marci
saw the bulge in Joe's friend Bob's pants, she was drooling
with anticipation. Marci not only agreed to be Bob's date,
but also was the one who initiated the sexual contact.

While in the movie theater, I saw Marci open Bob's zipper
and take his cock into her mouth. As soon as Marci had his
cock in her mouth, she began to moan like a crazy woman. I
was sure that all the other people in the theater could
hear her obscene noises. But other than a few giggles, no
one made any comments. Seeing Marci give Bob an
enthusiastic blowjob, gave my date ideas. Soon he was
pushing my head close to his crotch. I too opened up a
zipper, and took a cock into my mouth. As the moans escaped
from the other couple, I attempted to get moans from Joe.

It seemed that Marci and I were competing to see who was
the best cocksucker. Thanks to my suit, I was better at
sucking cock, but Marci had a head start. After sucking a
few minutes, Joe came in my mouth, and then a little later,
Bob came in Marci's mouth. We both swallowed our load like
dutiful sluts. After Joe came, I put his dick into his
pants, but Marci continued to suck even after Bob came. She
wanted more cock. Seeing Marci attempt to get a second load
excited my date, and soon he had another hard on. I was
again forced to submit my mouth to his cock. Marci and I
again dutifully sucked our dates dry. Even after the second
time, Marci wanted to continue. And it was actually Bob who
had to stop her.

***

After our dates dropped us off, I left Marci to her
thoughts. Thanks to her and my boyfriend, my suits were
well charged and it was time for me to make sure that the
city was safe. I made myself invisible and walked around in
the commercial area. According to the news, there were
several recent jewelry store robberies. I was hoping to get
lucky and find the robber in the act.

I walked from one jewelry store to the next, keeping an eye
open for anything suspicious. At the fifth store, I saw
something. At least I thought I did. A dark shadow seemed
to be running around inside a closed jewelry store. That
must be the robber.

Still invisible, I walked closer to the store. Despite
moving closer, I could no longer see anything unusual. It
was too dark inside. That's when I remembered that despite
the fact that they were closed, the lights were on in all
the other jewelry stores. This was unusual. Perhaps the
thief cut off the electricity to this place, in order to
cut off the alarm. I had to see what was going on. I
decided to force the door open. If the alarm rang, then
nothing must be going on. The police would be here in no
time, and they would secure the place. The only harm would
be that the owner had to replace the door. On the other
hand, if the alarm didn't go off, then I knew that the
thief must be inside.

Just before opening the door, I thought about the suits.
According to Mark, engaging in sexual activities with a
person of the opposite gender charged up the suits. I
wondered whether the male super lover suit was charged at
all, since I'd only engaged in sexual activities with a
man. There was nothing to do but try and see. With the
power derived from the male super suit, I forced the door
open. Somehow it got charged. I had to ask Marci
about the suits.

Despite having forced the door open, the alarm didn't ring.
I could sense that someone was inside. All of a sudden I
felt a kick on my tits. It didn't hurt, but it shocked me
because I didn't see it coming. Another thing was that I
was invisible, and therefore expected to be doing the
surprising, and not the other way around. Before I could
react, I felt another kick and then another. This person
could see me. Somehow he knew where to hit.

I, on the other hand, had difficulty seeing him. If I
concentrated, I could barely see him. He moved so fast, and
the fact that he wore a black suit made it difficult to see
him. Luckily, my suit protected me from harm.

I clumsily attempted to hit him back but kept missing.
Despite the fact that I wasn't getting hurt, his kicks were
very frustrating. He kept hitting me and I could do nothing
but be his clumsy target. I was still swinging like a girl.
I decided to end the stalemate with a desperate move. With
my eyes closed, I just lunged forward and attempted to
tackle him. Fortunately, I succeeded and brought him down.
My strength kept him down under me. But it was strange, he
felt soft. Trapped under me, I could see that he was
wearing a black suit and mask. He almost looked like a
Ninja.

In order to use my mental powers on him, I had to have a
clear access to his eyes. So I removed his mask and was
surprised to see a girl. She wore what looked like a set of
infrared goggles. Despite the goggles, she looked very
familiar. I removed the goggles, and was shocked at who I
saw.

"Susan?!" I yelled.

Using my surprise to her advantage, Susan threw a gas bomb.
I couldn't see anything. All I felt was Susan twisting her
body around until I couldn't feel her anymore. Once the
cloud of gas was gone, so was Susan.

Susan was a villain. She was the reason why I first
voluntarily wore the damn female super lover suit. I wanted
to save her so desperately from that burning house. Despite
only knowing her for a brief moment, I felt a connection
with her that I'd never felt before. Somehow, I felt that I
loved her. And now I was finding out that she was nothing
but a thief.

I laid still in the jewelry store feeling sorry for myself
until I heard the sirens. If the police caught me there,
they may have thought that I was the thief. Before I ran
away, I quickly surveyed the place. It seemed that Susan
didn't get a chance to rob the place. At least I prevented
the robbery. I ran out of the jewelry store and headed
home. On the way home, I felt betrayed by life. First my
best friend turned out to be a villain, and now
the girl that I loved was also a villain.

When I got home, I felt mentally and physically exhausted.
I didn't want to fight any more, if fighting meant going
against the people I most cared about. Yes, I cared about
Marci and Susan. So what if they were villains? Why should
I get involved? I decided that I would change Marci back to
Mark after all. I had no right to turn him into a female
against his wishes. Sure, he was partially responsible for
turning me into a woman, but two wrongs never made a right.
No, I had to do the right thing. So I walked to Marci's
bedroom, intent on changing her back into a male.

When I opened the door, I was shocked by what I saw. Marci
lay in her bed with a man. Her legs were wrapped around the
man's back. The man was fucking her.

"Excuse me," I said while blushing, and quickly closed the
door.

I will never forget the image that I saw that day. Marci
actually let a man fuck her. Sure, I saw her suck a guy
off. But she only did it because I used my mental powers to
make her like it. Getting fucked by a guy was all her
doing. I went inside the kitchen and got myself a glass of
wine. I needed it to calm my nerves. As I was sipping the
glass of wine, Marci came into the kitchen. Her hair,
nightgown and lipstick were a mess.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that, but you should have
knocked first," Marci said.

"Never mind whether I saw it or not," I said, "how could
you let a guy fuck you?"

"It feels so good, I couldn't help it," she responded with
a look of contentment. "You should try it."

There was no way in hell I was going to spread my legs for
a guy. Even if it was necessary to save the entire world, I
wouldn't let a guy fuck me. That was going too far. Sucking
men off was far enough for me. "No thanks," I responded.

"Suit yourself," she said, "you don't know what you're
missing."

"I came to your room to change you back...," I said.

"No!" she said, horrified.

"What, you like being a woman?" I asked, surprised by her
response.

"I love being a woman," she said. "You know how popular a
girl with my talents can be in a comic book convention?"
she asked, and emphasized what she meant by talents by
licking her lips. "I love to suck cock. After you left, I
went out looking for a guy that I could suck off. I found
George," she said, pointing to her room. "I started by
sucking him, but he had other ideas. He was inside my pussy
before I knew what was going on. At first I tried to stop
him, but it felt so good," she said smiling. "I just
couldn't stop him. He has been fucking me ever since. Four
times, I think, I kind of lost count. He passed out after
the last one. I'm thinking about going out again and
finding another guy; you want to come?" she asked.

Thanks to Marci and Joe, I had charged up the suit enough
that I didn't have to go out again. Besides, I felt
exhausted.

"No thanks, Marci," I said smiling. "Are you sure that you
don't want to be a man again?"

"Positive," she said. "I love men, but love being a woman."

"I am glad you're happy about being a female," I said, and
then sighed. "I still wish I could be a man again. I was
hoping that putting on the male super lover suit would
change me back, but no such luck."

"The two suits were not meant to be worn by one person,"
she answered. "Therefore, there is no writing on what may
result if one person did wear both. But my guess is that
since the male suit mainly controls strength, and the
female suit mainly controls shape, your body shape is
controlled by the female suit."

"You mean, if I wear just the male suit, I may become a
male?" I said with hope.

"No," she said. "Your default shape was permanently changed
into a female because you wore the female suit longer than
twenty-four hours straight. Since the male suit doesn't
primarily determine shape, it cannot override the effects
of the female suit. If you were simply born a girl and
never wore the female suit, perhaps the male suit would
change you into a male. But the transformation brought
about by the female suit is too strong."

"I see," I said. "One more thing. I thought engaging in
sexual activity with girls charges up the male suit.
Although I didn't have sex with girls, I was able to charge
up the male suit. Do you know how?"

"I'm not sure," she responded. "As I said, the effects of
wearing both suits is a mystery. Perhaps the female suit
acts as a link between the sexual activity with a man and
the male suit, whereby sex with men charges up both suits."

"Would the opposite work?" I asked.

"I don't see why not," she said. "Sex with women would
charge up the male suit and the male suit acts as a link to
the female suit, essentially making you bisexual."

If what Marci was saying was true, I no longer had to
engage in sexual activity with men. Although lesbianism was
not the most attractive thing to me, it sounded a lot
better than sucking some guy off.

"Is there anything else you want to know, because I'm
feeling horny and I need a man," Marci asked.

"No, not now," I said.

With that, she said good-bye and left the kitchen and the
apartment. She was apparently looking for a man while her
friend, George, was still sleeping in her room.

Exhausted by the day's events, I decided to take a bath. I
took off my clothing, carefully hid the super lover suits,
and took a long bath. Afterwards, I felt a lot better. I
wore a nightgown and went to bed.

Falling asleep was very difficult. In my mind's eye, I kept
seeing Marci getting fucked by a guy. And then I saw Marci
telling me how great it felt. It scared me. After turning
over and over again in my bed for several hours, I finally
fell asleep.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a restful sleep. I had
terrible a nightmare. In that nightmare, I walked into
Marci's room, like I did that night. But instead of finding
Marci getting fucked by a guy, I saw myself getting fucked.
The worst part was that I was begging him to fuck me
harder. When he came inside of me, I felt disappointed that
he didn't last long enough to make me cum. I wanted him to
fuck me some more.

Suddenly I woke up with sweat across my head. I heard moans
and shrieks of pleasure coming from Marci's room. Someone
was fucking her again. I looked at my clock and saw that it
was only seven in the morning. Although I attempted to go
back to sleep, I couldn't, and got up and went into the
kitchen.

I made myself a light breakfast and tried to ignore the
moans that were coming from Marci's room. When I was almost
finished with my breakfast, Marci came out of her room. She
was wearing a dress. Apparently, she didn't bother to take
it off before engaging in her sexual activities. Behind her
followed George and another guy.

"This is Ken," Marci said.

"Hi," I said, wishing to avoid any eye contact.

Ken looked at my body with desire. Despite being involved
in a night-long fuck-fest, he was still horny enough to
have sexual thoughts about me.

I looked away and excused myself, not bothering to finish
my breakfast. I went into the living room and sat on the
couch. I had all lot of things to think about. But try as I
might to concentrate on other things, images of men fucking
me danced in my head. I closed my eyes tight to fight off
these images to no avail. Despite my best efforts to the
contrary, I was getting horny from my daydreams of getting
fucked.

My thoughts were interrupted by Marci's deliberate cough.
All of a sudden, I noticed that my left hand was in my
panties. My middle finger was massaging my clit. I was
actually fingering myself while thinking about a guy
fucking me. I withdrew my hand quickly.

"I..." I didn't know what to say.

"It's okay..." Marci said. "I masturbate while thinking
about guys, too."

My face was turning red. "It wasn't that...," I said. "I
mean, I was just..."

"No need to explain," Marci said. "I just wanted to know
whether you want to go shopping."

"I thought you hated shopping," I said.

"I did when I didn't accept myself as a female, but now I
want to look great for the guys," she said. "And that means
getting more beautiful clothing."

Thanks to Mark's mental power commands, I too wanted to
look great and feminine, so shopping sounded like a good
thing. I needed something to occupy my mind so that I could
stop thinking about guys. Besides, I didn't have anything
better to do. I was no longer going to be a superheroine,
and I didn't have to work. The last thing I wanted to do
was stay home and risk masturbating over some guy again. So
I agreed to go shopping.

I soon found out that this shopping trip would be very
different from the first one. For one thing, Marci was so
much happier; she giggled over the silliest things. Another
difference was her demeanor toward men; she flirted with
every guy there. Her behavior drew a lot of attention to
us. I just wanted to hide.

After buying several dresses, skirts, and blouses, we
decided to go to the beauty parlor. Due to Mark's
suggestions, I wanted to look beautiful. Marci wanted to
look beautiful because she wanted to attract men. I was
relieved to find that most of the people at the parlor were
women. In fact, other than the two male hairdressers who
were too flamboyant to be interested in women, there were
no men. It was relaxing without having to worry about
Marci propositioning a guy.

After several hours at the beauty parlor, Marci and I ate
dinner. Despite having skipped lunch, we both ate salads.
Marci, being herself, flirted with the waiter throughout
the meal.

When we got back to our apartment, I was relieved to be
back indoors and away from men. Marci asked me if I wanted
to go out on a double date, but I declined. I could now
charge up my suit by having sex with women. There was no
longer any need to go out on dates with men. Moreover,
thanks to the prior evening's activities in the movie
theater, my suits were still somewhat charged up.

But why did I need to charge up the suit, anyway? Didn't I
decide earlier today, that I would give up this silly
superhero stuff? What was the point, anyway? Why should I
feel responsible? I didn't want to fight anyone, especially
Susan. My mind was made up. I was going to at least take
some time off from the superhero stuff. Perhaps, in the
near future, I could get over the fact that the girl of my
dreams was a villainess. But for now, I
needed the break. After all that I had been through, I
deserved a break. For the first time since I put on the
super lover suit, I felt like I could ignore my sense of
responsibility.

I turned on the television to see if there was anything
interesting. The news was on. According to the television
reporter, the jewelry bandit was at it again. The reporter
stated that a police officer confirmed that the jewelry
bandit was a woman.

"The jewelry bandit broke into this store last night," said
the reporter, standing by the door that I'd forced open the
night before. "Three policemen confronted her. Two of them
were killed by lightning coming out of her hands. The
police officer that survived confirmed that the bandit had
super speed, as well."

This was strange. I stopped Susan last night. Unless...she
must have come back to the store once I was gone. It was
one thing to steal; now she'd committed murder. Love or
not, I had to stop her. I felt dread as my sense of
responsibility returned to me. Why did I have to be the one
to carry this burden?

Once again, I put on my super lover suits and walked out of
my apartment in order to stop a crime. And once again, I
felt dread and sadness. It was bad enough when I had to
stop a friend, but now I had to go against a person I
loved. My sense of responsibility left me little choice.

"Apart and alone, they would fail..." kept ringing again
and again in my head. I felt lonely, as I walked around the
commercial district. Only my sense of responsibility kept
me going.

The third store on my stop had no lights. Susan must be in
there. Instead of going through the front door, I decided
to try a different tactic. I walked around to the back, saw
a back door, and quietly forced it open. I was inside; so
far so good.

I had just started to look for Susan when I felt her kick
my legs out from under me. The kick made me fall to the
ground. She quickly wrapped some type of rope around me.

"You won't hurt anyone this time," Susan said, "I will stop
you. You will go to prison for killing those policemen."

"What?" I asked as I broke the rope around me. "I thought
you were trying to rob the jewelry store, and killed the
policemen."

"You mean you didn't do it?" Susan asked.

"No, I'm here to stop the..." I said until interrupted by a
sudden blast of electricity that hit me on my back and
knocked me back a couple of feet. Fortunately, my super
suits prevented any injury.

"Out of my way," a woman's voice from the back alley said.

Susan and I turned to see the woman. It was difficult to
look straight at her because her body was extremely bright.
Even her face and hair exuded light. She wore a one-piece
costume with some type of jewelry just above her breasts.
From the jewelry, bright light flowed to different parts of
her body. She also wore an armband with a drawing of
lightning.

She looked very odd, but at the same time, familiar. For
some unknown reason, I felt like I should know who this
person was. But of course, I didn't.

Without warning, the electrical woman fired a bolt of
lightning at Susan. She dodged it.

In a burst of flash, the lightning woman ran between Susan
and I, and into the store.

I attempted to grab her, but only grabbed air. Susan ran
after her and jumped in the air to kick the lightning
woman. She turned around with amazing speed, and shot a
bolt of electricity at Susan. Susan was hit in midair, and
fell to the ground.

I ran to her and saw that she had passed out.

Another bolt hit me. But again there was no damage. I
turned and lunged forward, attempting to bring down the
lightning woman, but failed. She was just too fast for me.
She ran around the store collecting the jewelry, and all I
could do was clumsily attempt to tackle her. Each time I
would miss, and she would laugh at me. When all the jewelry
was collected, the
electrical witch ran away from the store.

I thought about chasing her, but knew that it would be
futile. I was too slow, and my powers were almost all gone.
Besides, Susan was hurt and I had to help her. I walked to
her and attempted to wake her. At that moment I heard
sirens. I picked up Susan and ran away from the scene of
the crime. Not knowing what else to do, I took her to my
apartment.

I laid Susan on my bed and started to remove her mask.
Before the mask was off, she woke up and grabbed onto it,
trying to protect her identity.

"It's all right," I said, "you're with a friend."

She looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, paying
particular attention to me. After a little while, she let
go of her mask and allowed me to remove it. I then removed
her goggles. Once the mask and goggles were gone, she
relaxed.

"Are you all right?" I asked, worried that she may be
seriously hurt.

"I'm okay," she said, "who are you?"

"My name is Tanya," I answered.

"I don't know you, but you knew who I am..." she said.

I decided that I would tell her everything. I had to have
someone I could confide in. And even if I was only fooling
myself and I wasn't in love with her, she demonstrated that
she was good. I could trust her with my secret.

"No, you don't know me as I am now, but we met while I was
someone else..." I began, and told her everything that
happened to me, minus the part that Mark ordered me not to
tell. I told her about the super lover suits. She listened
as I told her about how I jacked off Mark so that he could
save her. I also told her about Dr. Stein and how he
permanently changed me into a female. Then I told her about
Mark becoming a villain, and how I'd changed him and his
partners into women. Finally, I told her about how I
thought she was the jewelry thief and that I was attempting
to stop her.

Throughout the entire story, Susan sat quietly and
listened. When it was obvious that I had finished, she
spoke. "You poor thing, it must have been awful to become a
female all of a sudden," she said. "And having to engage in
all those sexual activities with men."

I looked away in shame.

Sensing my embarrassment, Susan attempted to alleviate the
situation. "No need to be embarrassed or ashamed," she
said. "You did the things you did to save others. You're my
hero. And to think, you started to wear the suit to save
me. Only a hero would sacrifice so much."

I blushed.

"Thank you," she said. "You know that you and your friend
are the reason why I decided to help others myself."

"Me, how?" I said.

"Well, after your friend saved me, I decided that my life
was spared so that I could return the favor," she said. "I
was inspired by your actions."

"You have more than inspiration," I said, "you have real
powers. If I wasn't wearing my suits, I would have been
seriously hurt."

"I'm glad you were wearing the suits, then," she said while
smiling. "It's not power, it's just training. I am black
belt in several martial arts."

"Oh?" I said, surprised to find out that this lovely girl
was an expert at martial arts.

"I am feeling a little drowsy," Susan said. "I guess that
hit effected me more than I thought."

"You need to see a doctor," I said. "I'll take you to a
hospital."

"No," she said, "my injury may raise suspicions. For my
family's sake, I can't risk exposure. Besides, I probably
just need to rest for a little while."

"All right, but if you don't get better by tomorrow
morning, I am taking you to the hospital," I said, and left
my room so that Susan could sleep.

I needed someone to talk to, so I knocked on Marci's door.
No answer. I didn't want to repeat last night's incident
when I walked in on she and her boyfriend, so I listened
for any noise that would indicate love making. But I heard
no sounds. I knocked lightly on her door again, and got no
response. I finally opened her door and saw that she wasn't
there. In fact, after a short search, I found out that she
wasn't home. I guessed that she was out
on another date.

Not having anything else to do, I sat on the sofa and
watched several sitcoms. Before too long, I fell asleep on
the sofa. I probably would have slept all night on that
sofa if it wasn't for the phone call from Marci, late at
night.

"Hey, Tanya, I just wanted to check up on you," Marci said.
"You looked a little depressed today."

"I'm okay," I said, "but I need someone to talk to..."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," she said.

"I feel uncomfortable talking on the phone," I said, "when
are you coming home?"

"Not tonight," she responded. "George's fraternity
brother's are throwing me a party. I'm getting more male
meat than even I can handle. If you want, I can give you
the address."

"No thanks," I said, "I was hoping that we could talk
tonight."

"I know that you want to talk person to person, but right
now this is the best I can do," she said, "but I will
listen as long as you want me to..."

"All right," I said. "Did you hear the news about the
recent jewelry robberies...well, a couple of days ago, I
went out in the super suits and tried to stop the villain.
That's when I ran into..." I told Marci what happened in
the last two days. I told her about Susan and her special
skills. I informed her about the fact that Susan was now
injured. I told
Marci that Susan didn't want me to take her to the
hospital, and that I was worried that she may be seriously
hurt.

"Give her one of your suits," Marci said.

"What?" I asked.

"The suit protects its wearer," Marci said. "If Susan wears
one of the suits, her injuries will be cured. According to
what you told me about Susan, she seems to be trustworthy
enough to wear the suit responsibly."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "Susan sounds like she is a lot more
responsible than me. I liked being a superhero, but enjoyed
the power aspect more than the helping others aspect. I
guess the power kind of seduced me into becoming a villain.
I'm not trustworthy to wear the suit again. But Susan, like
you, seems to be more interested in helping others. She
seems like a perfect candidate to become a super lover."

"You may be right," I said, "but which suit should I give
her?"

"I know that you don't like being a girl and are reluctant
to give up the male super suit," she said, "but the right
choice seems obvious."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Her martial arts skill will be greatly helped by the male
super lover suit," she said. "The female suit will add
little complement to her skills."

"I see," I said, knowing that what Marci was saying was
correct.

"Besides, from what you told me, your girlish movements
prevent you from using the super male lover suit properly."
She added, "Let's face it, you were never meant to be a
super lover man."

Despite wanting to save Susan, I didn't want to give up the
last remaining male thing in my life. Sure, I had other
male clothing, but thanks to my programming, I couldn't
wear them. They were not feminine. I guessed that the only
reason I could wear the super male lover suit was that the
female suit had some type of connection to it. If I gave up
the male suit, I would be giving up everything that had
anything to do with the masculine sphere.

"Thanks, Marci," I said, "you helped a lot. Now I have to
think things through. You enjoy yourself tonight, and I'll
see you tomorrow."

"All right," she said, "you take care of yourself 'til
then."

Without making my mind up as to what to do, I walked back
to my room. Susan was still sleeping. But her facial
expression clearly indicated that she was in great pain.
Even with a distorted face, she was so beautiful. Thanks to
my gender change, I didn't feel any sexual urges toward
Susan, but emotionally I was greatly attracted to her. I
was in love. They say love will make a person give the
ultimate sacrifice. In my case it was true. Marci was
right, I had to give up the male super lover suit. It was
the only way.

I gently woke up Susan, and told her what I had in mind.

"What will the male suit do to my body?" she asked.

"I'm not sure..." I answered honestly. "It will definitely
make you bigger and stronger, and it will protect you from
harm. You will get the power to mentally control others.
What I don't know is what it will do to your gender. As I
told you earlier, it is designed for a man. However, when I
wore it, it didn't change me into a man. Marci thinks the
reason for that is that I wore the female suit for a long
period of time, and that the female suit counteracted any
gender change. I don't know if she's right. You may change
gender, and you may not."

"I see," she said. "I like being a female, but am willing
to risk a gender change. After all, you did it to save
others, and I think that's the proper thing to do."

With that being said, I took out the super lover suits from
their hiding place. I had worn the male suit before.
However, I never saw myself in it because I could only wear
it when I wore the female suit. And the female suit always
camouflaged the male suit. The female suit controlled what
I looked like, including what I apparently wore. I wondered
what I would look like with just the male suit on. I would
probably look like a girl wearing clothing too big for her.
With some regret I handed her the male super lover suit
without delay.

As soon as Susan put it on, her body changed. Susan was no
longer a woman. Instead, she was a very big, handsome man.
He was very muscular. I still felt love for Susan, but
wasn't sure whether I loved the man that she had become.
This feeling of confusion was further increased by my
body's sexual attraction to the man in front of me. A part
of me hated being attracted to a man, even if he used to be
Susan. But another part of me wanted to
completely surrender myself to the male version of Susan. I
wanted his dick, not just to power up my suit, but for the
pleasure of having it inside me. For the first time in my
new life, I admitted to myself that I wanted to get fucked.
My pussy got wet with desire. But instead of making any
type of move, I just stared at my companion.

For some strange reason, Susan wearing the male suit made
me want to put on the female super lover suit. I couldn't
resist the urge, and put on the suit. As soon as I put my
suit on, my desires for Susan increased ten fold. I wanted
him so badly but still could not make any moves.

"Susan, you look very handsome," I said.

"Don't call me Susan when I'm wearing this suit," he said,
"call me Sean,
instead. And you look fantastic yourself. It's strange, I
never felt any
sexual desires for a girl before, but now I can't stop
thinking about...just
look at my bulge..."

My eyes lingered over his bulge, and stayed there once he
told me to look at
it. It was so big, so magnificent.

"I'm sorry," Sean said, "I can't help it. I must be
embarrassing you."

"Not at all," I said, still staring at his bulge, "I kind
of like it."

"You do?" Sean said as he came close to me and hugged me.

When I didn't resist his advances, Sean kissed me on the
lips. His kiss felt so good that I just closed my eyes and
surrendered myself to it. Soon his tongue entered my mouth
and danced with my tongue. My legs felt weak from the
kisses, and I leaned toward him for support. He lifted me
up and placed me gently on the bed. Still wearing his suit,
he took out his dick through the zipper. It looked so
beautiful. I wanted to suck it, but wanted it in my pussy
more. So I spread my legs in order to encourage him. Sean
lifted my skirt and saw my pussy. Instead of immediately
plunging his cock into me, he first used his fingers to
play with my pussy. I loved his fingers but wanted his cock
inside me. I begged him to fuck me. Finally I felt the tip
of his cock enter my pussy.

I never felt so much pleasure in my life. Not only did my
pussy feel great, my entire body felt incredible. Even with
my eyes closed, I could feel the super lover suits glowing.
As Sean began to fuck me, I learned why Marci loved getting
fucked so much. Like Marci, I wrapped my legs around my
lover in order to keep him inside me. I moaned, screamed,
and begged him to never stop fucking me. He tried to oblige
my pleas, but in the end he came. To his credit, I came
five or six times before he did. I was grateful to him, and
kissed him to show my gratitude. He returned my kisses. The
kissing became heavier and heavier, until I felt his dick
grow again. Soon he was fucking me to another series of
orgasms.

It was during the second time that I became sure that I was
a complete female. Not only a female on the outside, but
inside as well. I wanted to be a woman, and was happy to
spread my legs for my lover. I loved getting fucked. After
he came the second time, he fucked me for many, many, many
more times that day. I guess the male super lover suit
helped him in that regard.

Our suits charged up like never before, and we felt
powerful indeed. It was time to stop the jewelry store
robberies. Reluctantly, we both got up from my bed and went
outside my apartment. As before, I looked for a jewelry
store with no lights. But this time, I had a partner.
Unlike the former adventures, I was actually happy to be
doing what I had to do. We soon found the store without
lights, and talked strategy.

After Sean opened the door for me, I walked in to the
jewelry store and waited. Soon I felt a shot of electricity
on my left shoulder. Thanks to the super suit, I was all
right. I began to change myself into different shapes and
sizes. While the jewelry thief was distracted by my
changes, Sean grabbed her from behind.

The villain attempted to escape Sean's hold on her. But it
was no use; the combination of Sean's martial arts skills
and super strength made escape impossible. After the
villainess became exhausted from trying to flee, Sean
turned her around. Getting clear access to her eyes, Sean
instructed her to stay there until the police came. Sean
further instructed the villainess to confess to all her
crimes and then allow the police to arrest her. With that
order, Sean let go of his hold on the villainess.

"Let's go home, super lover girl," he said to me.

I smiled and said, "Yes sir, super lover man."

When Sean kissed me on my lips, I knew that everything
would be all right. After all, the legends say that
together, we will be invincible.