With a satisfied smile, you look down at yourself again. At your smooth, toned, bare legs with which you strut through the warehouse you just discovered. And when you stop, you look at your arms as you flex your biceps, nearly shivering with delight as you feel the power in your muscle. Then, of course, you look down again, drinking in the ample cleavage of the luscious breasts that are now yours. Just the sensation of HAVING these 36DD beauties, though an alien one, makes you smirk with giddy delight. The way they jiggled and bobbed with your every step... so strange, but not exactly unwelcome. Plus, with Power Girl's super-strength, no back problems from having these huge tits! you think with a smile. And you keep right on smiling at you continue to strut through this warehouse that seems to stretch on without end, hands on your shapely hips, your cape flowing behind you. You belatedly realize just how...feminine and slinky your walk is, not to mention you just ran a gloved hand through your short, blond hair in a rather feminine manner.
You decide you couldn't spend all day in here. Hopefully, the suit and its Kryptonian powers would work outside the stump-warehouse. "They'd better. Power Girl kinda NEEDS sunlight to function," you remind yourself. But going out in Power Girl's costume... It's not like it was Halloween, or convention time in the city. As amazing as it was to practically become a goddess, you weren't going to rush into this TOO fast. Perhaps you could find some other clothes to go out in besides Power Girl's costume, and get used to being a girl in general?
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