[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-14706267_zps64516cfe.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center] You know back in high school, when all the girls would share clothes. ‘Oh, that’s a cute outfit, could I try it on?’ One might have said. “Sure!” The other one would have responded. Then on the next day of school, the first girl would be wearing the other girl’s shirt or pants or skirt or even boots. It wasn’t the [i]The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants[/i], but articles of clothing did get passed around. Sometimes it was even fun. This was definitely not one of those times. I mean, I kind of feel defiled in this dress. My roommates tried to make me feel better by saying that this dress probably has been on the floor longer than it has been on Danielle’s body, but that doesn’t really help. She [i]does[/i] have to put the dress on afterwards, doesn’t she? Good god, I don’t even want to think about it. Well, looks like I’m going to find out what it is like being at a club while being sober. That’s just too bad that the combination of my metahuman physiology and my healing factor renders alcohol pretty much useless. Because of this fact, it makes the circumstances of the last time I was kidnapped even sadder since getting a drink would not have done anything. And don’t ask me to turn on that stupid ‘power nullifier band’ because I have already tried it. For some strange reason, my healing factor isn’t going away immediately, so I would have to wait quite some time before I could even start feeling any of the effects of the alcohol. “Aubrey, are you feeling better?” Felecia asked me. [color=B22222]“Well, if you consider being groped, ‘accidentally’ bumped, and slapped more times than I have ever been in my entire life as ‘feeling better’, then yes, I am feeling [i]better[/i].”[/color] I responded with more than a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “Come on, Aubrey. You’re exaggerating things a little bit, aren’t you?” For a few seconds, I gave her an ‘are you serious’ stare, until I gave her my response. [color=B22222]“Oh, of course I’m exaggerating things a little bit too much. This dress being way too short for my stature and I being on the verge of popping out of the top of this dress have nothing to do with anything.”[/color] There was an awkward silence between the two of us, or there would have been one if the room had not been filled with blaring music. “Fine.” She finally replied, “We can go in a few minutes. Let me grab the other two.” While Felecia was rounding up the troops, someone ‘accidentally’ (of course it wasn’t an accident) ran into me and spilt his liquor all over the front of my dress. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Let me help!” The young man said, although from the scent of his breath, I could tell that he already had a few too many to drink. [color=B22222]“Oh, no, that’s not necessary.”[/color] I told him. Nevertheless, he ignored what I said and began to ‘dry’ me off. It didn’t take me long at all to see what the shenanigans he was trying to get away with. [color=B22222]“If you want to keep those hands, I would recommend that you stop touching my breasts.”[/color] “If you don’t wanna be treated like a slut don’t go dressin’ like one” the man told me as he took a step back from me. I had to bite my tongue hard on this one. If I didn’t hold myself back, I would have slugged the guy for it. If I would have done that, I probably would also break his face too. So, I took the high road: just walk away. Or at least I thought I did. While I was walking toward the door, I felt his hand slap my rear. Almost faster than a blink of an eye, I spun around and slapped him across the face, causing him to crumble to the ground in pain. “My nose!” He yelled in pain, “I think she has broken my nose!” I just rolled my eyes. Of course that was rash, but he needed to be taught some sort of lesson. If a broken nose teaches him not to treat women like that, then it has been a win-win for all of us. Anyways, since I didn’t want this spectacle (although I should have thought about that before I slapped him in the face), I headed toward the exit. My friends will know that I have left because I’m sure they could connect 2 and 2 equals 4 (which other girl could have broken that drunken jerk’s nose?). As soon as I was outside, I hurried toward the closest side alley and darted behind a dumpster (or rather beside it – the point was to get out of sight from anyone else). Once I had secured some cover for myself, I clicked a button on the wristband on my arm, causing my super-hero costume to replace my alcohol drenched dress. What was weird was that those tights actually fit well on my body. You would have thought that, since the, well, extreme make-over of my body, my costume, which was fitted to my normal frame, would not fit me anymore. [color=B22222]“Whatever.”[/color] I thought. I was more concerned about getting home rather than how some of my clothes magically were fitting me. With my costume entirely on, I climbed up the wall in the alley and began my journey home. Before I knew it, I was back at my apartment, waiting for the right opportunity to climb through my window, making sure no one saw me going in. Once I was inside, I pulled off my mask, tossing it aside on the floor, and hurled myself onto my bed, back first. [color=B22222]“How could this week get any worse?”[/color] I asked myself in my head. Only if that had been the last of my misfortunes. “Ah, you have returned, Aubrey.” Athena startled me, since I did not notice her sitting in a chair next to my closet when I entered the apartment. “You came back sooner than I expected and through a different entrance, too. Luckily I have just finished resizing your clothes for you. Of course my courtesy.” Then I realized what she was holding in her hands. I leapt out of my bed, snatched the bra out from Athena’s hand, and stuffed it into the top drawer from my dresser. [color=B22222]“Why the hell did you have that?”[/color] I asked her. “Like I said,” Athena responded, crossing her arms as if she was trying to show me that she has already told me the reason why. “I was making sure your clothes fit your new body frame. Plus, I probably saved you hundreds of dollars.” [color=B22222]“No.”[/color] I said, taking a moment to collect my thoughts, [color=B22222]“Why did you waste your time doing this when there is another, obvious solution.”[/color] “Which is?” She asked. [color=B22222]“Really? You’re the ‘Goddess of Wisdom’ and you don’t know what you should have done? You should have returned me back to normal!”[/color] “Do you really think that I did not think of that option?” Athena stood up from her chair, “The problem is that I cannot change you back.” [color=B22222]“You can’t or you won’t?”[/color] Athena rolled her eyes, as if she was a mother dealing with her teenage daughter. “I cannot reverse the magic that has altered your molecular structure. I can only rearrange you affects, not nullify them. Furthermore, even if I could break the spell, your healing factor would cause trouble. Did you ever wonder why you were returning back to normal?” I just gave her a blank stare. Of course I didn’t know why I was turning back to normal a few hours ago. Well, there was that one explanation by that know-it-all FBI agent, but that was only a guess, right? “Your healing factor was acting like a system restore on a computer. It was attempting to revert you back to normal. However, once that same magic was used to turn you back to normal, it freaked out the healing process. It ‘knew’ that the magic used on you was harmful, but when the magic changed you back into ‘you’, the healing factor did not know to what it should revert. Therefore, it shuffled the parts of you that it had not fixed yet with the previous forms into which your body had been transformed. Even if I could break the magic that was used on you, your healing factor would prevent it.” [color=B22222]“Wait.”[/color] I suddenly said, [color=B22222]“How can my healing factor ‘fix’ me, but you cannot?”[/color] “That’s just how magic works.” Athena said frankly, “Have you not read [i]Sleeping Beauty[/i]? The Princess was originally cursed to die when she touched the needle, but one of the other fairies could only alter it to make her fall to sleep instead of die.” I planted my face into my hands. The stress from this week had finally become too much for me to bear. And she was comparing my situation with a fairy tale? Does she really think that that would make me feel any better? [color=B22222]“I’m done.”[/color] I finally told the ‘Goddess’ of Wisdom. “What?” [color=B22222]“I’m through with this ‘superhero’ stuff!”[/color] I pressed another button on my wristband, causing my costume to revert back to the borrowed and alcohol-drenched dress. Then I pulled of the wristband and tossed it under my bed, hoping that it would somehow get lost under there. [color=B22222]“If this is how my life will be if I’m a super-hero, then count me out.”[/color] “So you don’t want my assistance anymore?” Athena asked me. [color=B22222]“YES!”[/color] I yelled at her. [color=B22222]“Do I have to say it in ancient Greek for you to understand?”[/color] “You can speak ancient Greek? When did that happen?” [color=B22222]“Just leave.”[/color] I told her. “Alright. I’ll be back here tomorrow morning. But before I go, let me clean that dress off.” Athena stomped her spear onto the floor of my room, causing a blue light to emit from her spear. In seconds, my dress had been dried and cleaned, as if I had not worn it that night. But when I looked back up from my dress, I discovered that Athena was not there anymore. In a blink of an eye, Athena disappeared from my room, almost as if she had teleported to somewhere. Why can’t she take a hint that “I’m done” and “Just leave” mean don’t come back?