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Meteor Woman, Issue #6 (Man to Hot Superheroine TG)
🕑 Added 2023-11-25 00:18:41 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
Burt may live in a world of superheroes and supervillains, but he’s just a regular burglar trying to support his sickly mother and teenage sister with ill-gotten gains. But when he is hired to help break into a superhero vault facility, Burt accidentally triggers an artefact that gives him the power to turn into Meteor Woman, the superstrong and incredibly busty heroine. Now juggling two lives, Burt tries to stay under the radar even as his super person becomes an increasingly huge sensation.
Issue 6: Sister’s Keeper
The interview was a big deal, and true to his word, Ralph Riley didn’t print anything that was off the record, and certainly didn’t mention the late night flight or especially the kiss, much to Burt’s relief. But it swelled further interest in the superheroine, and already questions were being asked about her. Much to Burt’s frustration, more than a few questions were centred around her lack of symbol, or rather more accurately, the very cleavage-filled hole that was present instead. Was Meteor Woman showing off? Did she have a right to? Was it sending a bad body expectation for girls? A bad moral trajectory for teen boys? Religious groups weren’t the biggest fans, but unsurprisingly men were in favour of her staying as she was, and most women seemed to be championing her right to dress how she damn well wanted.
If only I actually got a choice in that, ladies.
Still, it was good to get that weight off of his shoulders; literally, in the sense of being unburdened by his heavy mammaries. Even with his super strength, he was certainly aware of that constant weight on Meteor Woman’s, though at least it didn’t cause pain. Burt had decided to lay low for a bit for a couple of days and focus on his own life, including spending more time with his sister and helping out with his mother: he didn’t want Alexis to have to play caretaker too often, she already had too much of her life sapped away from helping Mom, not that she’d ever complain. Besides, Burt felt it was important to take a small break from his alter-ego. He had dreamed, more than once, of being in Meteor Woman’s body again, on that same roof, with the same cute reporter, kissing Ralph on the lips.
Some dreams had gone even further. Some dreams have him pressing his face into her cleavage again, this time deliberately, and then the pair were moaning as they removed her leotard, making love aggressively, she taking charge as she straddled him. His cock was hard and long, and she eased herself onto his depths, feeling him penetrate her.
And then Burt would wake with a terrific boner, and an inability to get it down until he’d thought sexy thoughts. Lightning Lass was a good target for keeping in mind during a little date with Rosie Palms. After all, she had a terrific figure and a sexy excitability about her, and both Burt and his female alter-ego could agree on her attractiveness rating.
So yeah, I need a short break. I kissed a guy. A freakin’ dude! Just a few weeks ago I was a schlubby dude breaking locks and codes, and now I’m hitting on an investigative reporter and signing on to join the Hero Society. Goddamn, this whole plan better be worth it.
It wasn’t the most well-thought out plan, of course, but then most burglaries just required you getting in to the building, and from there you operated on instinct, searching out the best valuables in the shortest time. If he could be allowed into the Hero Society, he could make out with the kind of valuables that would sell big, more than enough to put Alexis in a better school without her shitty bullies, and to pay for his Ma’s treatment. And best of all, he could then ‘revert to Burt’ and ditch the Meteor Woman identity completely, leaving no one the wiser. Hell, even that Hyperion weirdo didn’t know his real identity. At least, he hoped so.
Just gotta get the heroes to trust me for a bit. Then I’m in.
He decided that the following Friday would be good. Alexis could enjoy an afternoon and night to herself, maybe do a movie night with Sally if she was awake, and he could visit the Dome.
But of course, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and what went awry was what was happening to his kid sister. The bullies wouldn’t stop. Two days in a row, Alexis came home in tears, recounting to Sally how the bullies at school were getting meaner. Burt bit his lip, drawing blood in anger as he listened in on what she was saying.
“They - they make fun of everything n-now! Kids call me ‘Braces’ or ‘Four Eyes.’ B-Britney, she’s the b-bitch who’s the queen bee, she calls me f-fucking ‘pancake’, because I’ve got a f-flat ass and no chest. They all say I’m a transvestite and stuff, which is also super bigoted, but they make fun of me for saying that too. They say I didn’t go through puberty right. And they found out you’re s-sick, Mom, and they say all this horrible shit about you. It’s not f-fair!”
Sally comforted her as best as she could, but eventually she had to rest, and Alexis sat in her room, sniffling. She was trying to make her curly hair straight, an act that was impossible, of course. She had thrown her glasses across the room, and thankfully they were not broken.
“Go away, Burt,” she said, before flopping dramatically on her back on the bed. He noticed that she had torn down half of all her hero posters, and the rest were barely hanging on to the tac on the walls. She’d even thrown her collection of licensed hero bobbleheads and miniatures into the trash can.
“Alexis,” he said. “Look, I’m not going to pretend this doesn’t suck. I went through it all.”
“No you didn’t.”
He huffed. “You’re right, not in the way you are, kiddo. Teen girls can be real monsters. But I had kids making fun of my poverty, making fun of Ma, tearing us both down. And it’s shit. All I can say is that it gets better.”
“Does it? Does it?” She wiped her tears and sat up. “Because you’re working dead end jobs and Mom’s dying because there’s a treatment we can’t afford! How does it get better?”
Burt had no answer to that. I wish I could make things right. I wish I could tell you. He noticed that one of the only posters still up was a cut out of Meteor Woman from a magazine cover. “How about I ask around, see if I can get a favour called in?” he said.
She paused. “What kind of favour?”
“It’s a surprise. Look, I can’t promise anything. I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. But I think I can put together something that might make those girls think twice about mocking you.”
“Are you - are you going to beat them up or something?”
“No! Jesus, what kind of monster do you think I am? Just - just trust me, okay? They follow you from the bus in town when you switch, right?”
“Yeah,” she said, a little confused. “Them and a heap of kids from school.”
Burt smiled. “Good, that’s a big crowd. Just trust me: I think I can make this work. Tomorrow’s gonna be better. Go to school, put up with it. Don’t say anything. Keep your head down.”
He gave her a quick hug, a brotherly tap on the chin. “Cheer up slugger.”
Meteor Woman is going to make a little surprise appearance.
***
The timing worked well, because it turns out there was a cat stuck up a tree - literally, the big one in the centre of the mall - that needed rescuing. Burt had always liked cats: they liked to laze around just like him, but to the crowd’s amusement when he - or rather, she - turned up as Meteor Woman, the male tabby scratched and clawed and howled as she tried to keep it in her arms. She barely managed to get it to the ground. It was more vicious than Killer Kobot!
“I guess he doesn’t like blondes!” she joked to the crowd as she got him down. He jumped out of her hands, and the crowd laughed as he passed through them back to his aged owner, who scooped him up immediately. She just stood there, scowling, so Meteor Woman just said: “Stay safe, folks. Don’t get in trouble!”
She soared back into the air, her pre-text for being here conveniently established. The cat owner in the crowd scoffed, and with her super-hearing she made out the old hag saying, “look at how she dresses. What a harlot!”
Bitch, she thought. Just saved your fucking cat, but whatever! I bet Blue Trident never gets called out despite his pecs nearly showing through that swimsuit he wears.
She rolled her eyes, flying over towards the bus station. She was later than she wanted to be, and to her dismay she could see something that almost stopped her heart and dropped her out of the sky: a number of teens had formed a loose circle, and Alexis was in the centre of it.
Those fucking assholes. Teens are the goddamned worst!
She had a brief thought of lasering them. Not a real consideration, but she was angry enough to at least have it on her mind. Instead, she flew down and landed right in the centre of them. The last cry of ‘Braces for Faces!’ and ‘Super Simp!’ died away as suddenly a real and genuine superheroine was standing among them. Over them, in fact. It was good to be damn tall and superpowered. It gave her a commanding presence.
“Holy shit, it’s Meteor Woman!” one of them said.
A girl stepped forward, a pretty teen that she could only guess was this ‘Britney’ Alexis was describing.
“Meteor Woman,” she said. “Oh my God, I’m like, a super big fan, I’m -”
“Bullying is a pretty shitty awful thing to do, you know,” she said crossing her arms. She didn’t care that a bunch of guys were drawing out their cell phones to take a snap of her body, her eyes were burning with metaphorical (but not literal) lasers straight into this ‘queen bee.’
“We weren’t, we swear! We were just having fun.”
“That’s not what I was hearing. You know, I really, really hate bullies. Just a bunch of cowards who think they’re better than others. You were calling this poor girl ‘flat as a pancake’, don’t deny it. I have super hearing. Well, from where I’m standing-”, she stepped forward so that her very prominent chest was practically looming over the girl’s face, “-you’re not that big either, darlin’.”
There was a loud laugh from several of the boys, and titters from the girls too. Britney went bright red. With all the embarrassment, she even got a little agitated.
“No, no, you don’t understand! It was just a joke, it was -”
But the superheroine had no time for her. She just cocked her hips to one side, placed a hand on it, and raised her eyebrow in the universal gesture of ‘sure, honey.’
“Sure honey,” she said, just to make sure she really understood the sure, honeyness of it all. “By the way, I have X-ray vision too. That means I can see you had braces. And a few fillings. Might want to avoid throwing stones from that metal-filled glass house mouth of yours. Same goes for your little minions.”
She turned and left the girl reeling. Already the crowd was chuckling and mocking her: teens were fickle, after all.
“Nice one, you guys! Fucking Meteor Woman hates your guts!”
“Holy shit, the new superhero literally came down just to tell us how much you suck. I’ve got this shit on video! This’ll go freakin’ viral!”
“Stop it! She’s lying! I didn’t have braces!”
But Meteor Woman’s attention was all on Alexis. Her unknowing teen sister was looking up at her like she was the stars and the moon and the hand that guided all of them. It was a look of shocked, wordless awe, and expression she’d never seen before. It lit up the former male’s world.
“You - my brother - h-how!?”
Meteor Woman chuckled. “Your brother is Burt, right?”
“Y-yeah. I didn’t - he knows you?”
“Well, you could say that, but not exactly. He helped a friend of mine out of a sticky situation when I had to run across town dealing with some petty criminals. He’s a bit of a hero on the security circuit, you know. Everyday hero.”
Okay, I’m laying it on too thick here. This is pathetic. I’m literally shilling myself to my teen sister. This is sad. Moving on.
“He - he never told me.”
“Well, to be fair, I only met him once, and it was brief. But he called in a favour through our mutual friend to ask me to check on you. Well, I was in the neighbourhood rescuing a cat as it turned out, so I figured I might do so. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Mind? Oh my God, I’m literally going to faint. This - this is the best thing ever. You’re - you’re my biggest hero. Seriously.”
Fuck, I’m going to cry. Goddamn female hormones.
Meteor Woman wiped her eyes. “Wow, that means a lot. Thanks. Thanks, kiddo.”
“That’s what my brother calls me.”
The superheroine stopped for a moment. “Well, it’s a common saying.”
“Meteor Woman, can I have a photo?” someone yelled.
“Me too, an autograph!”
She looked around at the group of schoolkids and teenagers and even a few adults. They were mounting in number around her, but the bully group seemed to have slunk off but for a few members. She turned back to Alexis. “Um, should I-?”
“Yes! Yes please! They’ll never forget this if you do. Please!”
She was bright-eyed, as if totally starstruck. I can’t disappoint that face, she thought.
“Okay, just a few autographs and a couple of photos! Boys, nothing crude, okay?”
She regretted her choice immediately. ‘Just a couple’ turned out to be more than a few, and she had to simply sign ‘M.W’ on several journals and diaries and schoolbooks. One boy had a note that simply read ‘Date me PLS!?!!?’, and she smirked and wrote back ‘Meteor Woman says find someone your own size.’ His friends ragged on him but he seemed to treasure the note all the same. Several of them took photos, asking to pose with her, but she made sure that Alexis got the first couple of photos. She caught a couple of the boys, again, trying to get a self with just their heads near her tits.
“Hey, eyes and camera up here, okay?” she said. “And I think that’s more than enough teenage hormones around. Alexis, how long do you have to wait for the bus?”
“Oh, it takes fifteen minutes. Are you going now?”
She was practically pleading for Meteor Woman to stay.
“Sorry, I have to,” she responded. “But I think it’s time you got home soon anyway. Let’s go.”
Alexis’s eyes widened behind her thick glasses. “Um, what? I mean, pardon?”
“Do you want to fly home?”
There was a collective gasp from her school friends. She took a moment to look at them. They nodded, urging her too.
“I’ll fly if Alexis won’t!”
“Like hell you will kid. Stop taking photos of my ass. I’ll throw your phone to Mars.” She turned back to Alexis. “How about it, ki-uh, Alexis?”
Alexis gulped. There were tears in her eyes, and not the sad kind.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, hold on tight, and watch the hands.”
She pulled Alexis up against her left side, gave a little wave to her school buddies, and took off. Alexis squealed, her eyes shut for a moment. Meteor Woman let her ride out the initial fear. Finally, she opened them.
“Oh my God! Oh my God oh my God oh my God. This is crazy. I’m actually flying.”
“Well, I’m flying. You’re just my copilot.”
She began taking her home.
“Holy shit, this is incredible!” Alexis continued. “Thank you so much. I can’t believe this. Am I dreaming?”
“No dream, k-Alexis.”
“How do you know where my house is?”
“Uh, I don’t. But the bus to Metropole was the one that left in fifteen minutes, right? Sorry, I just assumed.”
“No, that’s right!” Alexis said, and then gave more specific directions. “Oh my God, this is so amazing. And terrifying. P-please don’t let me go.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
“You’re my favourite hero.”
“So I’ve heard! If I can ask, what do you like about me?”
Alexis gushed, even as they approached the apartment across town. “You’re brave and beautiful and you have the most amazing power set. I’m a huge superhero fan and yours is just so cool. And I love your costume. It’s so daring and cool: I wish I could wear something like that, but I get made fun of and haven’t got the body for it. But you patrol my own neighbourhood, and the others that often get ignored. And you’re funny in interviews and super sweet and kind and-”
Meteor Woman let her down outside the building. “Okay, okay! Wow, that’s more than enough,” she said, laughing. “Well, it’s good to hear I’m making a splash. And that someone appreciates me, since I’m still new and nervous about this. Look, Alexis, I didn’t help your brother out just because I owe him a favour, okay?”
She went down on one knee so she could face her little sister directly. She smoothed back some of her hair, and smiled as softly and gently as she could. Being a woman had many downsides - the constant catcalls even when she could seriously laser some genitals being one of them - but it was easier to be more open with her emotions.
“Alexis, listen to me. You’re stronger than you think you are, and more beautiful than you know, okay? I know you wouldn’t think so, but I was . . . I was bullied a lot when I was your age too. Horribly. It made me shut down and close myself off to the world. Please don’t go down that path. You can be better. You have the power to rise above it. I know you can. The world needs more bright, passionate, earnest people in the world like you. Never forget that, okay?”
Alexis was crying by that point, wiping her tears and nodding profusely.
“O-okay,” she stammered, crying to hold it all in.
And then she hugged Meteor Woman and didn’t let go for some long seconds.
“Thank you,” she whispered to her.
“No worries, kid. Now scurry on home. I’ve got to get back to kicking butt and saving lives and all that jazz. You go be your own hero, but make sure to leave room for me.”
“Oh, I will. I so will. Thank you! I’ll never forget this moment!”
Meteor Woman hugged her a second time, then took to the skies, grinning from ear to ear. She knew she should turn back to Burt as soon as she could. That she should be conserving her time as Meteor Woman. But she was riding high, and instead she looped around and above the city, stopping to foil a few crimes, help a few old ladies across the street, and even aid a man stuck on the highway in getting his car to a garage. And then she took to the skies and floated among the clouds.
Damn, it really does feel good being Meteor Woman, sometimes.
Too bad she was going to have to be a villain, soon.
To Be Continued!
Comments
Fox Face
Very glad you're enjoying it, and love the pun!
Fox Face
You'll have to see, but it may indeed be coming!
Day Dreamer
Fabulous! Heroic storytelling. Thanks!
Azena
How long, I wonder until he can’t change back?
