[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/iyJuAe0.png[/img][/center][center][b]This is an elsewhere story and does not affect canon...yet[/b][/center]
[center][b]“90’s” Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
[center][b] Earth-99, Nautican Island (Not Destroyed)[/b][/center]
[center][b]3:15 A.M., January 22nd, 2011[/b][/center]
[color=b22222]“Wait!”[/color] I shouted after my bus while I shuffled my feet, which were handicapped by my high heels that I wear for ‘work’. I usually would bring a change of clothes, including some tennis shoes. However, one of the girls at the Lotus [i]accidentally[/i] grabbed my bag and took my change of clothes home. Therefore, I was stuck with a ridiculously short skirt and no coat. While the Nautican Island’s winters were far milder than any island this far north should be, the nights could still get a little chilly.

	However, despite my best attempt to flag down it, the bus zoomed forward, leaving me behind in its dust. I cursed under my breath before pulling out my phone and then I cursed again when I discovered that the next bus home would not circle around again for another hour. This would be my luck. First the kidnapping, then my healing factor did not revert my body back to normal, even after two weeks had passed since Catherine had last used her powers on me. And now I was stuck looking like a stripper in the middle of the night, when all the weirdos come crawling out of the shadows.  I debated whether I should just walk home, but I thought that wouldn’t be a wise move, considering my heels would making running away from any danger impossible, especially since all of my powers, except my healing factor, have been nullified.

	[color=MediumOrchid]“Hey there!”[/color] A peppy voice said behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Just a moment before, the bus stop had been deserted, or at least I thought it was, although my attention was on catching the bus and not seeing who did not hop onto the public transit. But when I turned around, I discovered a woman decked out in a purple and gray superhero costume with some goggles resting on her forehead. The purple was slightly on the red side of the color spectrum, which made it match nicely with her green skin.

	[color=b22222]“Where did you come from?”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“Oh, I’m not actually here.”[/color]

	[color=b22222]“What?”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“What you’re seeing is a psionic image projected from my mind into your your brain, where it is translated into what looks like a physical person.”[/color]

	I gave the woman a blank stare in response to her explanation for how she suddenly appeared before my eyes.

	[color=MediumOrchid]“Anyways…”[/color] The woman tried to change the subject. [color=MediumOrchid]“I’m here to help you out!”[/color]

	[color=b22222]“Unless you’re going to teleport me home, I’ll pass.”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“I don’t have the ability to do that,”[/color] The woman pondered aloud. [color=MediumOrchid]“But I can help you become a superhero!”[/color]

	[color=b22222]“Pass,”[/color] I coldly respond, while checking my phone to see where the bus was. I rolled my eyes when I saw that I still had another 55 minutes left until the bus would arrive. [color=b22222]“I don’t have time for that nonsense. And even if I did, my powers are negated.”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“I can fix that!”[/color] The women pulled out a small device from her pocket and mashed down one of the buttons on it. Suddenly, I heard the seams of my skirt begin to stretch and tear until I beheld a shower of confetti flutter around me. Somehow, my lower body had been reverted back to its drider form.

	[color=b22222]“What the hell? That was one of my better skirts!”[/color] I snapped back at the woman because of what she had done. I was not sure whether I was really angry about the destruction of my clothes or if this woman reactivating my powers just hit a nerve. All I knew was that I was pissed.

	[color=MediumOrchid]“Our tech geniuses found out a way to bypass the power nullifiers without big brother ever knowing!”[/color] The woman said while being totally oblivious to my reaction over my ruined skirt. However, after a few moments, when she realized that she did not get the excited reaction from me that she was hoping for, she presented another offer. [color=MediumOrchid]“Or I could turn the nullifier back on if you’re so mad about it.:[/color]

	[color=b22222]“Don’t you dare!”[/color] I yelled at her. [color=b22222]“I’m not wearing any pants because of you!”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“I can fix that, too!”[/color]

	[color=b22222]“Please don—"[/color] I began to say, but I was interrupted by the feeling of my clothes becoming tight on my body. Suddenly, I found myself wearing a totally different outfit. My arachnid forelegs were now covered by fishnet stockings with spiderweb patters, while the other six had plain scarlet and gray stockings. I had a dark gray bomber jacket with red trimming, which was much appreciated due to the temperature. However, the long sleeved spandex shirt underneath was less satisfactory because of the spider shaped boob window on the front of it (thank God the spider legs were printed onto it). Not quite sure how to feel about it. Finally, the mask that came with this costume left my jaw, nose, and hair exposed. Not sure what’s the point of a mask with all that skin exposed, but whatever. [color=b22222]“Great. Now I look like a stripper trying to pull off a spider motif.”[/color]

	[color=MediumOrchid]“Now you have everything you need to be a hero!”[/color] The woman gave me a thumbs up and then slowly faded away, as if she were made of smoke.

	[color=b22222]“Wait! Are you going just leave me like—bitch,“[/color] I cursed as I saw her mental hologram, or whatever she called it, vanish. The only thing that remained was the small device that she used to turn off my power nullifier. I guess I could count this as a consolation prize. Looks like I’m hiking my way back home, since I’m not getting on that bus in this costume.