“...take away his superpowers and bring him here.”
“Dead or alive?”
“Alive, of course.”
“If I take away his powers now, he will die from cold and lack of air.”
Alex looked at the ring and sighed. “Do I have to tell you how to do everything?”
“No, you have to tell me what and when, though.”
Alex felt as though the ring was looking up at her, grinning, thinking how superior to her it was. That’s how people always acted. The ring was just the same! She was tempted to rip the ring from finger and throw it out the window. That would show it! She got as far as putting her fingers on it and tugging, when she realized what she would lose. Instead, she closed her thumb and forefinger around it and squeezed hard for ten seconds. There! That showed it who was boss!
She opened the “Super-Powers” book and leafed through, looking for a particular story. “Ah! Make a meteor hit him in the shoulder. It breaks apart. He wobbles a bit in orbit. His super-vision fades. He starts to fall. He feels his super-strength going. But it’s not gone, not yet. Ok what’s he doing?”
“He looks anxious. He’s brushing the meteor dust off his shoulder. He’s heading back to Earth.”
“Where?”
“Toward Africa. He can't see where he’s going. His vision is normal, so he can't see through the clouds.”
Alex bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. She hadn't thought things through, as usual. And the ring hadn't warned her. She wanted to squeeze the ring again to punish it, but there wasn't time. “Take away half his flying power so he’s losing control, and change his course back toward campus. He’s still invincible, completely, so he won't get hurt, but take away 75% of the powers he’s got left, and I want him to feel it happen.”
“He’s very upset.”
“He’ll be happier, in the end. I know it. Where is he now?”
“Nearly here.”
“Make him crash in the woods, out of control. As soon as he's standing, take all the rest of his powers away. Make him feel it. Make him feel like he's weaker than before, but just by comparison to having super-powers. ’Cause he won't really be weaker than before, not yet.”
“It's done. He’s staggering back toward campus.”
“I want to see what Pam’s doing. Awwww, still crying! Good. She won't be going to Mark’s room now, not the way she looks. Give her a little paunch in her belly. Bigger. Perfect. I like the way it makes that little t-shirt separate from her pants!”
Alex was smiling broadly. “Now me. I need to be bigger on top, but not a lot. Maybe a ’B’, for once in my life! Or just a little bit big for a ’B’ cup.” She looked down. “Yeah. But a bit bigger than that. And firmer. And rounder. Uh huh, and just a tiny bit bigger. Not THAT tiny. C’mon. More. More. A little bit more. Ok. No. More. Ok. That’s better, but it took forever! Jeez, you have a lot of powers but you don't know anything about breasts, do you?”
The ring was silent.
Alex turned her torso and admired her profile in the mirror. “Don't you have anything to say for yourself?”
“I do not have a self.”
“Ha ha. Yeah, right. You use the word ’I’, you have kind of a sense of humor, although it’s not the kind I think is funny, at all, and you like to make trouble, but you say you don't have a ’self’? Yeah, whatever that means!”
The ring was silent.
“I don't want to change my face, or it wouldn't be me, but make my skin pinker and less oily, and I want my hair a richer color. It’s so blah. Yeah, more. More. That's good. And I need more hips and butt, to balance what I've got on top now. Uh huh. Hey! Uh huh, uh HUH! Beats putting on makeup. Get it? Yeah. What's he going to think of me NOW!”
“He won't know it’s you.”
“Ha! You can say that again! He hasn’t noticed me since before high school, when the other girls started getting curves and I didn't. Just these tiny nubs instead of breasts, and no hip and no ass. Ha! Not anymore! I’d stand in front of him and he wouldn't even notice I was there.” Alex was getting angrier. “He doesn't even know I followed him here to Local State or that I have three classes with him, which I don't even like! He doesn't even know we’re in the same dorm!!”
The ring was silent.
“Well! He’ll do more than notice me now. The next time he WILL see me. And then he’ll see me change his life! Both our lives!” She struck a pose in front of the mirror. “Ooooh. Sexy!” She turned her hips from side to side and grinned, but when held her arm up and flexed her biceps she frowned. “Just look at that! No muscle at all! I’m worse than Sara Gates!” She glared at her image angrily. “That is so pathetic. Ring, Show me what my arm would look like with Mark’s muscles. In the mirror. Oooh! That’s a little better. Look how it curves up.” She stared at it critically but then frowned. “But Pam said some of the girls in the pictures had bigger muscles than Mark. What if this isn't big enough? How big a muscle would I have if I were twice as strong as him? Oooh! Look at that! Three times? Four? Wow! It’d be really hard too!” She shifted position, looking at her reflection straight on. “How would the rest of me look?” She gasped. “Those shoulders! That chest! It makes my bust look even bigger! I feel so powerful just LOOKING at myself. I can’t imagine what Mark will think!” She was breathing hard now. Her face flushed and her hand drifted down to her crotch and started rubbing herself through her jeans. “Oh ... god! This is gonna be ... so in..CRE..di..ble!” She rubbed harder, then faster. Then she stopped short. “Oh god!! Where is he?”
“He’s four hundred yards from the dorm.”
“He’s so slow!” She looked at the mirror. “Make it normal again. I'm not dressed right! And my hair’s not brushed. Make it look brushed. That’ll do. And a t-shirt. A pink t-shirt. Lighter. OK. And no bra! They have to be firmer, so they don’t sag. The stories all say ’no sag’. Yeah. Now, it should say something across my chest. My AMAZING chest. How about “Girl” because now he’ll really know I'm a girl. No, that’s too obvious. Better make it, ’girls’ -- ’cause these new breasts are my ’girls’, and when I get muscles he’ll see ’girls’ and muscles. Hey, look how the letters are stretched! He’s almost here. He’s almost here! I’m going down to see him. What will I say?”
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