This part of town was neither upmarket nor a slum. The people here were nether rich or poor. The buildings here were almost all residential tenements under ten stories tall. Restaurants and stores dominated the street level, but this building had a basement level converted to an apartment. This nondescript building was where the armoured hero Spectrum landed.

Unsure if anyone there cared for having an Epic living in their building, the usual landing spot was in an alleyway, small stairs leading down to the hideout. Or at least, that's what Spectrum pretended it was. In reality, it was three rooms; one large open kitchen/lounge/dining room combination, a bedroom and a bathroom. Most people would prefer to live upstairs, where the building caught a fraction of the day's sunlight. Spectrum liked the small windows, and the sensation of being surrounded by dirt and earth gave a sense of security.

Enough so that, as the door was unlocked and relocked just long enough to let one person through, Spectrum could shed the armour and walk around without it. She felt the breeze blow across her body, raising goosebumps over her naked body. Well, mostly naked. The armour had an adversarial relationship with any clothes she wore, stripping her down to panties whenever she called it. To compensate, she'd taken to wearing the sorts of underwear her mother would have kept hidden in a locked box. What nobody could see wouldn't hurt them.

Although, Roxana reflected as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she could pull them off. Her legs were long and slender and she shaved them regularly just so she could enjoy them more. They were her favourite part of her body. Everything up from there was a disappointment. Her hips and butt were too wide, making curves with her waist, and her boobs were too big. She'd much rather have been a slender girl. Hopefully Dragon wouldn't be too disappointed. 

Her skin went blue again, and she skipped to the bedroom, where she had her posters. She'd collected Epic posters for most of her life, finding them in magazines or getting professional ones from her family as gifts. For the longest time, Lady Lift had been her idol, occupying pride of place on her wall. The first female Epic hero still had her place, but she'd been moved aside for a big promotional photo of Dragon Heart, a jacket casually slung over his shoulders and leaving his front bare almost down past his hips. Roxana bit her lip to stifle the smile spreading across her face. He's so much more gorgeous in person.

And he'd asked her out on a date! Her skin went pale white, and she had to force herself to calm down. Alex would help. Everything would go OK. She'd have dinner with her crush, he'd like her, and they'd kiss. Maybe more. The white glow intensified, almost hiding the blush across her cheeks. Roxana squeaked a little in excitement. After a moment, she giggled and headed to shower. The armour was impossibly light and breathed like gentle fabric, but she still needed a shower after tonight.

Afterwards, she decided on pizza. It was tasty, convenient, and the delivery boy was kinda cute in that teenage kind of way. But she could practically hear Alex yelling at her for thinking about a little kid when she could have [I]Dragon Heart[/I]. The thought kept her happy all through the evening, and she was still smiling in the morning when she poured milk over her cereal. "Dragon Heart asked me on a date," she sang to some tune she could only half remember. "Dragon Heart asked me on a date." She danced through her chores. Roxana was snuggling with her fluffy puppy plush on the couch when she sat bolt upright in alarm. "I need a dress!" She tripped over the edge of her gown as she found her phone and texted Alex. [I]Help! Urgent! Need dress for DH date![/I]

[@Old Amsterdam]