Linda Danvers's Revenge on Supergirl

by

Tom diCentauri

It had tumbled through space for years, passing into and out of hyperspace on its travels, jumping along a path that had been scorched into the fabric of surReality by a small rocketboat at the very moment the subgiant planet k'Raob'donu had exploded. Like a bead sliding on a string, it followed that path and, as luck would have it, came out of hyperspace for the last time well inside the gravity well of a blue and white planet. Pulled down, it dropped into the planet's atmosphere. Unlike the usual space debris that came down on the planet, this piece was not moving at high speed. It grew only moderately warm as it gained speed in its fall to the ground. It came down on the side of a steep hill, bounced off a large boulder, and clattered down the slope until it got wedged into a crevice in the exposed bedrock. And there it remained, a small chunk of silvery-gray metal that gave off a strange red glow.

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Tuesday:

She was just entering her sesquimonthly snarly time, the time when she had to wear an absorbent pad inside her panties and had to watch her behavior especially carefully lest she literally slap someone's head off. It was a time when she needed more than usual to be alone with her thoughts. So even though the Alpha Lambda house had pretty much emptied out for Spring Break, Linda Danvers still felt the need to go out for a long hike.

She strode across the quiet campus, heading north, toward Brickshard Hill. Nobody would be up there today, she was sure, so she could sit at the top, look out over Stanhope, and try to get a grip on her feelings. She was halfway up the hill to Prospect Point when she felt an all-too-familiar pins-and-needles tingling all over her body, the electric itch that told her that something bad was about to happen.

"Oh, no," she moaned, "not another red kryptonightmare!" She gazed upward and addressed the Powers That Be, "I really don't need this right now."

Because it just wouldn't do to have Linda Danvers displaying the effects of a red kryptonite exposure, she made certain that she was alone and then changed into her Supergirl costume. She compressed Linda's clothes into a thick wafer, the collapsible fabrics emitting a burst of ultraviolet radiation as they went into their shrunken state, and slipped the wafer into the little pouch behind the emblem on the back of her cape. Then suddenly blackness flashed before her eyes and she saw a naked woman with shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair appear directly in front of her and fall. She thought she heard someone behind her, but with no time to lose she dove off the cliff and caught the woman before she could hit the ground. She took off her cape and wrapped it around the woman and then took a good look at her.

"Supergirl!?" the woman said in astonishment. This was not an unusual reaction from people whom she saved from death.

"Linda!?" Supergirl said in even greater astonishment. This was definitely an unusual reaction. "Oh, my goodness! The red kay must have split us into two separate people!"

"Yeah, it... Ow!" Linda exclaimed as she lifted her foot. "Those stones are sharp!"

"You don't have our superpowers?" Supergirl asked.

"No," Linda said. "And I don't have any memories of being you, either, even though I know I am."

Supergirl thought for a moment and then said, "I don't have any memories of being you, either. We've been split completely."

Supergirl took the thick wafer from the pouch behind the emblem on her cape, held it in the palm of her upturned right hand, and sprayed it with ultraviolet radiation from her eyes. The collapsible fabrics re-expanded and instantly Supergirl was holding Linda's blouse, bra, skirt, bobby sox, and shoes.

"I'm going to have to get some panties," Linda said as she put on the blouse. She wasn't able to wear the padded bra that Supergirl normally wore to transform her A-cup breasts into Linda's C-cuppers. Her breasts really were 38-C.

"Here, take mine," Supergirl said as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties with the fresh pad that she had put into them that morning.

Linda put on Supergirl's panties and then put on her skirt, socks and shoes. Meanwhile Supergirl recompressed the bra and put it back into her cape. Then she reattached the cape to her blue minidress, pressing the fuzzy patches at its corners to similar fuzzy patches on the shoulders of her minidress.

"What are we going to do now?" Linda asked. "We can't very well go down the chimney together. If anyone saw us...."

"We don't have to go down the chimney," Supergirl said. "We'll just go in the front door."

"But people will see us," Linda protested.

"I certainly hope so," Supergirl said. She looked toward Stanhope. The intervening trees and hillsides turned transparent for her, the college and its buildings seemed to leap at her, and she saw that next to the Alpha Lambda house the Pi Delts were practicing lacrosse moves on their front lawn. "Betcha nobody suspects you of being me after that!" she said with a grin.

"Oh," Linda said. "Right."

Supergirl then put her left arm around Linda's shoulders and her hand under Linda's left arm and put her right arm under Linda's thighs to lift her up. Then, with Linda's right hand resting on her back and chuckling at the incongruity of it all, she fell upward.

Wind blew over her, fluttering her cape, skirt and hair and caressing her body. She rose to only five hundred feet, leveled off, and almost immediately began a shallow descent. Something was bothering her, keeping her from enjoying her flight as much as she normally did. Then she noticed that Linda's hair was blowing in her face, figured that the tickling from that had annoyed her, and dismissed the annoyance from her mind.

"I need you to give out a shriek when I maneuver for landing," Supergirl said as she passed over the college campus.

She had banked into a wide right turn that would, if she did nothing else, take her one hundred feet over the Alpha Lambda house's front door. As she approached the street that ran in front of Sorority Row she executed a forward half somersault that left her flying feet first. As requested, Linda let out a shriek, one that sounded like a truly authentic expression of startled terror. Supergirl was pleased to see the Pi Delts look up and watch as she decelerated and came down on the Alpha Lambda's front walk. She was even more pleased to see one of the women brandishing a camera.

"Hey, can I get a picture of you two?" the woman cried out.

"Sure," Supergirl said. She and Linda posed as the woman took several pictures. Then Supergirl posed with the Pi Delts as the woman took more pictures.

Several minutes later Linda and Supergirl were giggling wickedly as they climbed the stairs to go to Linda's second-floor room. At Linda's request, Supergirl opened the vault that she had built behind a false wall at the rear of Linda's closet and took out the lead-lined storage bin she had put there the previous summer.

"Until Friday morning we have a unique opportunity," Linda said. "I can play with our special toys without reservation."

"Without having to use kryptonite to make it safe for them. And I get to share the memories when you rejoin me," Supergirl said. "Sounds good to me." She took a lump of lead from the bin, rolled it into a foot-long rod, and wrapped it around her belt. "Have fun!" she said as she left.

Out of habit Supergirl almost went to the basement to exit the sorority house through the old steam tunnel that she had refurbished for her use when she had moved into the Alpha Lambda house as Linda. But she remembered her circumstance and went out the front door, waving to the Pi Delts as she levitated back into the air.

She flew back to Brickshard Hill, to the spot where she had felt the tingle of red-kryptonitic radiation. Again something just outside the reach of her consciousness bothered her. Then she realized that she didn't feel snarly anymore. She cast a glance skyward, to the Powers That Be, and apologized for her earlier complaint. For once the red menace seemed to be doing her a good turn and again she put her annoyance out of her mind.

She knew that she would find the red kryptonite just uphill from where she had felt its effects. She had inferred that much from the fact that she must have walked into its radiation field. One hundred feet from where she had seen Linda fall, she knew, she would find the little chunk of red-glowing metal. Since it must have fallen from the sky fairly recently, since the last time Linda had walked this trail, it must be on or near the surface of the ground. That meant that it must be lying on one of the points forming a semicircle one hundred feet in radius centered on the spot where she had been standing. She levitated down the cliff to begin searching that semicircle and then she did something no human could do: she concentrated and so sharpened her vision that she could see only red light from only one narrow band of wavelengths. The world seemed to turn to blood for her, dark shades of red everywhere. As she scanned the semicircle she soon saw the extra glow of red coming from a crevice in the rock, a red glow not caused by reflection of sunlight.

She reached into the crevice and pulled out the fist-sized chunk of glowing nickel-iron alloy. Pulling the lead rod off her belt, she pinched the lead, kneading it like a piece of clay, and squeezed it out into a sheet. She put the kryptonite onto the sheet and wrapped the lead around it and sealed the lead completely by focusing her heat vision on her fingertips and using her white-hot fingers to melt the lead and fuse it into an unbroken barrier around the kryptonite. Having thus ensured that the kryptonite would not affect her cousin, she rose into the air and headed back to Stanhope.

As she approached Stanhope College she scanned certain areas on and around the campus. Although large, mature trees hid the college's old now-defunct steam plant (they had been planted over half a century earlier for just that aesthetic purpose), people standing on certain sightlines might still see her descend into the plant's brick chimney. She checked the areas on those sightlines and saw no one who might be able to see her. Then, suddenly getting the feeling she was being watched, she checked them again. Satisfied that her secret would remain safe another day, she descended at high speed into the chimney and decelerated hard to land softly at its bottom.

From the old boiler room she followed the steam tunnel that she had cleaned out when she had first come to Stanhope. When she came to the manhole that led up into the Alpha Lambda house, she stared upward to make sure that no one was in a location to see her come into the house and go to Linda's room. Normally she would have changed into Linda in the basement and then gone upstairs, but this time that ploy was not an option.

Certain she would not be seen, she lifted the five-hundred-pound manhole cover that she had brought in to cover her special escape route and came up into the basement. Lightly tossing the leaded kryptonite and catching it like a baseball, she went to Linda's room and closed the door.

"Found it," she said as she held the chunk up for her to see.

"May I?" Linda asked as she reached for it.

"Sure," Supergirl said. She peeled back the lead on one part of the chunk so that Linda could see the kryptonite itself. When Linda had examined the chunk and handed it back to her, she resealed the lead over it and put it into the lead-lined bin in the closet.

As she leaned over the bin she felt something touch her neck and she felt her consciousness go hazy. She went into a kind of daze, even though she could see and hear everything around her normally.

"Don't move," she heard Linda say. "From now on you will do only what is necessary to carry out my commands. Do you understand completely?"

"Yes, I do," Supergirl said, suddenly unable to move.

"Good," Linda said. "Because that big ess on your chest now stands for Slavegirl."

"Uh, Linda," Supergirl said, "what are you doing?"

"I am making you my toy," Linda said. "When I started going through the toys in the box I got the most wonderful idea. Instead of playing with them, why not play with you?" She backed out of the closet and said, "Come out here and take off all of your clothes."

Unable to disobey, helpless under the spell of the enslaver wand that she had taken from Amazon Island the previous summer, Supergirl did as she was told. She came out of the closet, then took off her boots and her minidress with its cape still attached.

"Linda, wait," Supergirl said. "Let's talk about this first. I'm not sure I want to do this."

"You don't have a choice in this," Linda said. "But don't worry. It'll be fun. Now get yourself nice and hot."

Supergirl saw that Linda had put the ivory-white enslaver wand back into its box and was now holding the translucent red-orange transformer wand in one hand and a Pert and Pretty™ Supergirl shower cap in the other. She felt her nipples swell and harden, felt her heart begin to pound harder and faster within her chest, felt warm and quivery inside, and felt her clitoris slide forward in its sheath and stiffen, finally protruding a full inch outside its sheath at the top of her cunnus.

"Now put on your shower cap!" Linda said as she offered her the shower cap in her hand.

Supergirl took the cap, a simple beret-style shower cap made of a blue rubber band sewn to the rim of a disc of soft, skin-smooth, transparent-blue plastic on which small pink and silver copies of her ess-on-a-shield emblem had been printed in a tiara pattern, and put it on, expertly tucking stray wisps of her blond hair under the rubber band. In response to Linda's next command, she inhaled deeply and puffed out her belly.

Linda touched the transformer to Supergirl's neck about an inch below her left ear. Supergirl felt something kick her whole body from the inside and heard a firm rubbery whump echo in the room. She was no longer dazed, but Linda quickly grabbed her arm. Supergirl knew that she could not hope to resist Linda at this point. Her only hope was to play along, at least for a time.

Supergirl stood passively as Linda put the wand back into its cradle in its box and picked up a set of plastic-sash handcuffs. Supergirl put her hands behind her back before Linda could tell her to do so and Linda bound them with the magnetically closed plastic straps. Next Linda put her plastic prisoner into the double-walled, sand-weighted plastic skirt that Supergirl had made from some of Queen Hyppolyte's clothes, pulling the elastic waistband up around Supergirl's waist and then kneeling before her to inflate the skirt.

Linda took the translucent-white valve stem in her lips and blew. Inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, she inflated the skirt until its soft, skin-smooth, opaque-white plastic went taut and gave off a little rubbery thump when she smacked it with her finger. Satisfied that Supergirl was well and truly trapped and helpless, she stood up to examine her prize and, truth be told, to gloat over her.

Unable to speak or to gesture, Supergirl simply bent over at the waist and bowed to Linda, going as low as she could. Linda watched in consternation and after an exasperating moment went to the bin and retrieved the vocalizer. It looked like nothing more than a beret-style shower cap made of glass-clear plastic with faint hazy dots that seemed to shimmer and sparkle with some internal light. She put it on Supergirl.

"What are you doing?" Linda asked in an exasperated tone.

"I am bowing in submission to my mistress," Supergirl said via the vocalizer.

"Really?" Linda said, suddenly smiling in delight. "You mean you're not going to give me that sappy old superhero line about how I'm not going to get away with this?"

"No," Supergirl said. "You're not a villain. You just took me by surprise. When you said you wanted to play with our toys, I didn't think that you meant using the wands to turn me into plastic. But, you're right; it can be fun. It's not like we're enemies, right?" she said with a giggle.

"Right," Linda said. She danced around a little on the balls of her feet in preparation and then jabbed Supergirl in the belly.

Supergirl tipped over backward and then rocked briskly upright to be jabbed again. Linda quickly got into a rhythm, acting out the exercise regime that she had practiced in her high-school years with the Everplast™ Boxing Kangaroo punching bag that her foster parents had given her. Soft rubbery thumps filled the room as Linda made Supergirl bounce for her. It didn't take long for the punches to start arousing Supergirl: they didn't hurt, but she felt the jolt of each one throughout her body, felt it pressing and rubbing her bare plastic skin against the plastic of the rocking skirt.

It originated in the sense of peril that Linda had given her, the quivery anxiety of being a helpless prisoner. Supergirl felt her heart beating faster and harder (Did she still have a heart or, being an inflated plastic doll, did she have something else that felt like a heart? She was in no mood to consider the question.) and felt warm all over. Every punch rubbed her clitoris against the inside of the rocking skirt and made it feel harder, stiffened with an internal pressure that kept rising. Then she felt the magic tickle in her clitoris and she jerked, bucking and writhing as she climaxed with long, hard spasms. It was only when her passion-storm abated that she noticed that Linda was no longer punching her, but was standing staring at her with a shocked expression on her face.

"What are you doing?" Linda asked in astonishment.

"Enjoying the best sex I've had all year," Supergirl said.

"From me punching you," Linda guessed. "You get hot over being my punching bag!?"

"Yes," Supergirl said. "Hyppolyte showed me how much fun it could be last summer."

"You'll have to tell me about it," Linda said. "All I remember was being shipwrecked and going to look for fresh water and then suddenly I was going down the beach to the boat and towing a boatload of people out to sea."

So Supergirl told Linda of her experiences on Amazon Island the previous summer while Linda alternately bopped her and sat in her chair to rest. She told Linda how she and her friends had been turned into living plastic dolls to serve the pleasure of the Amazons and how the Amazon Queen, Hyppolyte, had taken her as her personal toy. She went on to describe how she had discovered that being put into an inflatable skirt and being bopped was a very effective method of masturbation.

"When it's done under friendly circumstances it's really a lot of fun," Supergirl concluded. "Maybe later you should let me turn you into plastic and let you feel it for yourself."

"Maybe," Linda said noncommitally.

But Linda spent the rest of the day playing with Supergirl, pausing only to go get herself some dinner. She simply put Supergirl in her closet while she was gone and took her back out when she returned. Then for the rest of the evening she filled her room with soft rubbery thumps and had Supergirl bucking and writhing for five minutes at a time. Eventually, though, she had to stop in order to get ready for bed. Too tired to do anything else, she simply took off her clothes and laid them onto her chair.

"You're not wearing the pad," Supergirl noted as Linda took off her panties.

"No," Linda said, "I'm using a tampon."

"Whence did you get tampons?" Supergirl asked. "We've never been able to use them before."

"I got a couple from Sylvia down the hall," Linda said. "I'll go buy more tomorrow and replace the ones I borrowed."

"Why change now?" Supergirl asked.

"Because," Linda said, "I can't wait to try you out in bed."

"Oh, really?" Supergirl said in a half-singing voice. "Well, this gives a whole new meaning to the term 'playing with yourself'."

"I'm not playing with myself," Linda said a little testily. "I am playing with you."

Linda pushed the flanged tube of the deflator into the valve on the rocking skirt, unbound Supergirl's hands, and allowed Supergirl to slide herself out of the collapsing balloon. She stood as if ready to catch Supergirl if she should try to escape, but the pneumatic Girl of Plastic simply went to the bed and slid herself under the covers. Coyly holding the blankets up over her chest with her right hand, Supergirl held out her left hand and crooked her index finger to beckon Linda to bed. Linda turned out the light and then came to slide herself into bed with her toy. The two women came together and put their hands on each other's arms.

"Oh, you're so soft and warm," they both said, more or less in unison.

Linda began to push Supergirl over onto her back.

"Wait!" Supergirl said. "Maybe I should be on top the first time."

"Why?" Linda asked. "Isn't the slavegirl supposed to be on the bottom, submitting to her mistress?"

"Not necessarily," Supergirl said. "Sometimes she should be on top doing all the work. Besides, I've done this before. It'll be more fun if you let me show you what I know."

"Unh-huh," Linda grunted, sounding not thoroughly convinced. Nonetheless, she turned herself onto her back and pulled Supergirl on top of her.

Supergirl felt Linda's bare skin soft and hot against her own naked body. She felt warm and quivery inside and also felt strange mounting a body she knew all too well. She slipped her arms behind Linda's back to embrace her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Already fully aroused, she slid her right thigh between Linda's legs and felt Linda's clitoris poking into it.

Linda was breathing heavily and letting out little squeals every time Supergirl moved. Supergirl kissed her again and began thrusting her hips to and fro, rubbing her clitoris on Linda's right thigh and rubbing her right thigh against Linda's labia and clitoris. It wasn't long before Linda was panting and making desperate grunting noises, as if she were trying to lift something heavy. Supergirl felt Linda's hands kneading her biceps, then embracing her, squeezing her, making her fear for a brief instant that she might pop. She felt the pressure in her crotch growing and then felt something tickle her clitoris.

She bucked and squirmed in Linda's grasp and Linda convulsed under her. Both women were whimpering with quavery little cries as they gushed out their passion, their pressurized libido, in long, hard spasms. All too soon, it seemed, the winds of ardor abated and left them sharing tremulous respirations. Supergirl felt a flash of heat from Linda's post-coital blush and gave Linda a sigh. Then they went to sleep.

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Wednesday:

Supergirl woke up slowly and then came fully awake with a start when she felt someone in bed with her. Then she remembered the events of the previous day. She turned over and saw Linda gazing at her.

"Good morning," Supergirl said.

"Says you," Linda replied sourly. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Yeah, I noticed," Supergirl said. "You were all over the bed. It took me hours to get to sleep."

"I don't understand it," Linda complained. "I just couldn't get comfortable."

"It must be your lack of invulnerability," Supergirl guessed. "Your weight compresses your flesh and makes it harder for blood to flow, so you get the discomfort that makes you turn over. Don't worry about it. When we get back together you'll be able to sleep well again." She rolled herself up against Linda and reached over with her right hand to fondle Linda's left breast. "Meanwhile," she said, "perhaps you might like a bit of a massage?"

"Mmmm," Linda moaned as she laid back. "I think I would at that."

Supergirl half mounted her and stared down into her eyes. "You know," she said with a quivering voice, "this is going to sound really and truly weird."

"Mmm, what's that?" Linda said.

Supergirl kissed her and said, "I think I'm in love with you."

"Yeah?" Linda said. "Well, it's fine with me just as long as you don't get me pregnant, OK?"

"I promise," Supergirl said with a giggle. "I won't knock you up."

She put her lips on Linda's right breast and felt the nipple swell and stiffen. She thought that Linda's skin felt like the plastic of her raincoat and that thought make the pressure in her clitoris rise. Her heart beat faster and she felt all quivery-warm inside. She got on top of Linda and kissed her lips as she slid her right thigh between Linda's legs.

Linda was inhaling and suddenly deepened her breath with a gasp as she felt Supergirl's thigh come up against her clitoris. She was already excited and the sensation of Supergirl mounting her and preparing to pump her full of passion got her very hot. She knew full well why she heated up so rapidly and so intensely: she was being aroused by the sensation of Supergirl's plastic skin on hers. She put her arms around Supergirl and stroked her back, feeling her clitoris grow even harder in response. The sight of Supergirl's shower cap and vocalizer right in her face got her all the hotter.

"I love you, Linda," Supergirl said as she began to slide her clitoris to and fro on Linda's right thigh. At the same time her right thigh was rubbing against Linda's clitoris. Linda responded immediately and eagerly and in less than a minute both women were panting and emitting quavery little grunts. Then Linda shuddered and Supergirl felt a tickling in her clitoris that quickly led to her own climax. They wrestled together under the covers, each ramming her clitoris against the other's thigh, until they ran out of libido. Then they rested until Linda blushed in the post-coital relaxation of her circulatory system.

After getting out of bed Supergirl stepped back into the rocking skirt, pulled it up around her waist, and waited for Linda to reinflate it. She saw Linda pick up the plastic-sash handcuffs and approach her.

"Linda," she said. "Please, don't tie me up. Let me be submissive for you."

"Oh, that's right," Linda said as comprehension dawned. "You've been trained to be a submissive slavegirl, haven't you?" She tossed the handcuffs onto the bed, knelt at Supergirl's feet, and began to blow up the rocking skirt.

"Yes," Supergirl said as she felt warm air pushing soft plastic against the fronts of her thighs. "I had to learn how to please Hyppolyte while I was waiting for some opportunity to help our friends escape from Nealesvos."

Linda blew the skirt full and then patted the plastic to test its tautness. Satisfied, she stood up to confront her prisoner and saw Supergirl standing with her hands pressed flat against the sides of the skirt. She gave Supergirl a light jab and then punched her when she rocked back up at her. Pleased to see Supergirl keeping her hands at her sides, Linda punched her several more times and then caught her when she bounced up after the last punch.

"Oh, yes, I am going to keep you, my soft and sexy slavedoll!" Linda enthused as she ran her hands up and down Supergirl's biceps. "After what we did last night and this morning, I think I will never get married, 'cause I only want to sleep with you."

"Uh, Linda," Supergirl said. "We have to get back together Friday morning, you know."

"No, we don't," Linda said. "I'm free of you now and I'm not going back to being your overcoat."

"What!?" Supergirl exclaimed. "What do you mean 'overcoat'?"

"I mean," Linda said as she jabbed Supergirl with her forefinger, "that all I am to you is a piece of clothing, something you put on and take off whenever it's convenient for you."

"Linda, that's nonsense," Supergirl protested as she bobbed to and fro under Linda's prodding. "You're not clothing. You're a part of me. How could you think otherwise?"

"You created me when you came to Earth," Linda said. "You made me as a cover for yourself."

"I... I suppose you're right about me creating you," Supergirl said hesitantly. Something felt wrong about the statement, but she couldn't quite figure it out. "But I always meant you to be more than a mere cover. I was going to live through you as an Earthgirl and to do that I had to create you as a complete person."

"No, you're just fooling yourself if you believe that. You created me only for your own purposes, Supergirl," Linda said, "or should I call you Baroness von Frankenstein?"

"No," Supergirl objected, "I did not create a monster."

"No?" Linda countered. "Do you even know what 'monster' means?"

"Yes," Supergirl said. "It comes from the Latin 'monstrum', which means a showing or a warning."

"A warning from God against the sin of human pride," Linda said. "Or in this case superhuman vanity. I am to you what the Creature was to Viktor Frankenstein. Like the mad baron, you created me for your own purposes and gave no thought to me as a person, no thought to my feelings."

"But your feelings are my feelings," Supergirl protested. "We are not separate people like Frankenstein and his creation."

"The fact that we share the same body doesn't make us the same person," Linda said.

"But we've never disagreed on anything," Supergirl said. "I've never felt any conflict between us."

"Oh, yeah? Whose idea was it that I should major in chemistry?" Linda demanded to know. "Did you even bother to ask yourself what I might want from a higher education?"

"Linda, it was our idea to major in chemistry," Supergirl said. "I never got any feeling that we should be studying anything else. And it was you who filled out the paperwork. If you wanted to study something else, surely I would have felt it and responded to it. It's not as though your thoughts would have been any big secret from me, right?"

"Oh, you are so full of hot air, Supergirl!" Linda said in exasperation.

"Yeah, I suppose you could say that," Supergirl said, "given my current condition."

Linda simply walloped her and then punched her when she bounced back up.

"Alright," Supergirl said. "Suppose that you wanted to study some other subject. How did I not know about it?"

"Do you know who killed Marilyn Monroe?" Linda asked.

"No," Supergirl replied, startled by the non sequitur. "B... but the official record calls her death a suicide."

"Well, the official record is wrong," Linda said. "She was murdered. At least that's Lena's theory, though I must say that I am inclined to believe it myself."

"Lena Thorul?" Supergirl said. "How could she know anything about that case?"

"She's telepathic, remember? She has seen more of other people's insides than is good for anybody's mental health. I don't know how she can stand it. But when it comes to understanding the human mind, I trust her judgement over anyone else's."

"So," Supergirl said, "who does she think killed Marilyn Monroe?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Linda asked in astonishment. "No? Well, it was Norma Jean Baker."

"Wait a minute," Supergirl said. "That's absurd. Norma Jean Baker and Marilyn Monroe were the same person."

"OK, so strictly speaking her death was a murder/suicide."

"So you're asserting that you and I have the same relationship that Norma and Marilyn had," Supergirl said.

"Yes," Linda said. "Except that in our case it was the hot, exotic blonde who created the mousy brown-haired girl. But in both cases it was Mousy-Brown who got revenge on Blondie."

"Oh, no," Supergirl said. "No, Linda, please don't kill me."

"No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm simply going to keep you as my inflatable toy," Linda said. "My inflatable plastic sex toy," she emphasized.

Linda resumed punching Supergirl then and brought her to several bucking, writhing climaxes. After a time she stopped and told Supergirl that she was going to leave to get breakfast and take a walk. She picked up the rocking skirt and carried it to her closet. She set it inside the closet and reached up to take the vocalizer off Supergirl.

"Wait," Supergirl pleaded. "When you take me out to play with me again, will you please put it back on me? Please, Linda? We need to talk."

"Yes," Linda said with some exasperation. "I might as well get used to it. It's what I get for turning you into a big honking gasbag."

"And," Supergirl said hesitantly, "and may I put on your raincoat?"

"My raincoat? Why?" Linda asked. Then comprehension came to her. "Oh. You want to play with it, don't you?"

"Y... yes," Supergirl said. "Please, Linda."

"Yeah, yeah, OK," Linda said. She took the vocalizer off Supergirl, put it into the drawer in her dresser from which she took her folded up raincoat, and gave the raincoat to Supergirl before closing the closet door.

In the dark Supergirl carefully unfolded the raincoat and put it on. She felt a sexual thrill flash through her as she heard the swish of plastic sliding over plastic. She felt the soft, skin-smooth plastic of the raincoat warm quickly on her skin and become even softer. She wished that there were some light in the closet so that she could see the sheen of light reflected off the transparent-blue plastic.

For as long as she could remember she had loved plastic, associating it with the wonderful and slightly scary feelings that she later learned were sexual. But why had she made a connection between plastic and the lovely feelings that she got in her crotch; what had happened to associate those two things? She couldn't come up with any memories and that bothered her for a few minutes. She felt that there was something that she needed to know, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

She didn't pursue that thought for long. Soon she just settled for playing with the raincoat, stroking its plastic while fantasizing that Linda had married Dick Malvern and that the newlyweds were playing with her while she was wearing the raincoat.

It was late in the afternoon when Linda came back to her room. Supergirl heard the door open and close and then saw light when Linda opened the closet door.

"Expecting rain?" Linda asked.

Supergirl could only nod. Linda shook her head and reached down to lift Supergirl out of the closet. She discovered that she had to reach under her raincoat to get a good enough grip on the rocking skirt to lift it: the raincoat slid over the skirt's plastic too easily. Once she had set Supergirl back into the center of the floor, she got the vocalizer out of her drawer and handed it to the inflated Girl of Plastic.

"Thank you," Supergirl said when she put the vocalizer on. "I was starting to worry about you. I was afraid something might have happened to you."

"In Stanhope?" Linda said in disbelief. "No, I just went for a long walk. I needed some time alone to think."

"What did you come up with?" Supergirl asked.

"Cost versus benefit," Linda said. "From Professor Stussligh's course in chemical engineering. I was thinking about whether I was doing the right thing in remaining separate from you."

"And since reuniting with me gives you all benefit and no cost," Supergirl said, "you've changed your decision."

"I figured no benefit and high cost to being part of you," Linda said. "Boy, we really don't think alike at all! That should tell you right there that we're incompatible."

"Linda, you've benefitted from me as much as I have from you," Supergirl said. "Don't you remember the times that you have used my superpowers?"

"Yes, I do," Linda said. "And I also remember that you never let me use them openly."

"You kept your use of them secret voluntarily," Supergirl said. "You understood that if you didn't, you would put our family and friends at risk of continual harassment or worse."

"All right, let's assume that you're right about that," Linda said. "Let's talk about the cost to me of being part of the High and Mighty Supergirl."

"You don't lose anything by being part of me," Supergirl said. "Just as I don't lose anything by being part of you."

"Cost isn't only what you lose," Linda said. "It can also be what you don't gain. If I don't gain what other people gain in their lives, then I count that as a cost."

"What has being part of me cost you?" Supergirl asked.

"Thanks to you, I have no social life worthy of the name," Linda complained. "I seem to spend more time stuffed into that pouch in your cape than I do in the real world."

"I don't stuff you into a pouch," Supergirl protested. "I turn you into me. It's only our wig and clothes that go into the pouch."

Linda stepped close to Supergirl and lifted her bangs to show the hair rooted to her scalp. "Does this look like a wig to you?" she asked.

"It was a wig before we split apart," Supergirl said.

"Yes, it was," Linda said. "But it's real hair now. You see, my dear, just as the Blue Fairy turned Pinocchio into a real boy, the Red Fairy turned me into a real woman. I'm not just your puppet anymore."

"You were never a puppet," Supergirl said. "You were me, a real living person."

"And I'm not so sure I like the idea of being you," Linda said.

"What could you possibly have against being me?" Supergirl asked.

"Oh, you don't know a tenth of it," Linda said. "You know superhearing can be a real curse at times. I can really sympathize with Lena being able to hear what people think. Do you know what people say whenever I get that faraway look in my eyes and then disappear, hmmm?"

"I'm hoping they're not saying 'There she goes to become Supergirl', but I think I'll have to ask you what they're saying," Supergirl said.

"They assume that I have gone to the ladies' room to play Tickle the Taco," Linda said. "Now, isn't that just wonderful? Doesn't that just make you feel all warm and cosy inside?"

They heard a knock on Linda's door just then. Quickly Linda put Supergirl into her closet, closed the closet door, then answered the knock. She opened the door to her room and saw Doreen Grumbelwaite.

"S... sorry to bother you, Linda," Doreen said nervously. "We think we may have a serious problem."

"What kind of problem?" Linda asked.

"That chocolate cake that was in the refrigerator," Doreen said, "it's gone. And the handle on the refrigerator door is broken."

"Doesn't sound like mice," Linda said. "Do you think someone came in took the cake while there was no one in the kitchen?"

"I don't think Joyce and I made a cake that could get up and leave on its own power," Doreen said. "We're sorta hoping, maybe, Supergirl took it. You're her friend, so we figured you would know."

"Oh, yeah," Linda agreed, "she takes the cake alright. But I don't think she took that one."

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like her style," Doreen said. "But then how did the handle get broken?"

"Wasn't it loose before?" Linda asked.

Doreen thought for a few seconds and then hazarded a guess, "It may have been. I just didn't notice."

In the closet, listening to the conversation, Supergirl felt as if something was striving to come into her consciousness. It was important, she was sure, but it just wouldn't come clear for her.

"OK," Doreen said with an air of resignation. "We're going to start locking the doors during the day, at least for the rest of this week. And we're going to warn the other sororities to be alert for an extremely clever raccoon."

"If I find anything out, I'll let you know," Linda said.

Doreen thanked her and left.

"Cake burglars?" Supergirl said when Linda opened the closet door. "I know someone who can find out right quick what happened."

"So do I," Linda said. "But that someone is just going to stay inflated in my closet for now. I'm going to get myself some dinner."

She took the vocalizer off Supergirl, took her jacket off its hanger, then closed the closet door again, leaving Supergirl nothing to do but play with her raincoat some more.

Later that night, when Linda was brushing her hair prior to going to bed, Supergirl stood passively, still wearing Linda's raincoat, in the middle of the room.

"You know," Linda said, "for the first time ever I was able to enjoy an outing with another person without trying to tune in the world listening for trouble. I'm actually looking forward to having real friends. Not mere acquaintances, but honest to sunshine friends."

"We have real friends," Supergirl said.

"Oh, pardonez moi," Linda said. "I meant friends who are not superpowered freaks. You know, normal people, the kind that lead normal lives, the kind that don't need to be saving the world at least once a day." She put her brush down, got up out of her chair, and undressed herself.

"Linda!" Supergirl said in shock. "They're not freaks. Having superpowers doesn't make us freaks any more than having a college education does."

"Francis Bacon," Linda said as she confronted Supergirl and took her raincoat off her. "'Human knowledge and human power come to the same thing' if I remember correctly." She draped the raincoat over her chair and picked up the deflator.

"Yes," Supergirl said. "Having these special abilities gives us special opportunities to help people make this world a better place, just as your knowledge of chemistry will when you graduate."

"But that knowledge," Linda said as she pushed the deflator into the valve stem on the rocking skirt, "isn't quite the same as powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. It doesn't put me on a level that no man could ever hope to reach. It doesn't put me into a realm of experience that no man could ever hope to share. I can actually believe that I will find love. Without that monstrous ess-dress under my clothes, I can hope to find men who really like me and not have to fear what will happen when they discover the truth."

"I don't doubt that men like you," Supergirl said as she stepped out of the flaccid rocking skirt, "but they like me too."

"Oh, yeah," Linda sneered. "I can just see some guy making out with you." She embraced Supergirl and lowered her voice into a parody of a man's voice with a bad French accent. "Oh, Supairgirl, mon cherie," she crooned and kissed Supergirl. "Your speed, it is so much faster zan zat of ze speeding boollet." She kissed Supergirl again. "Your power, it is so much more zan zat of ze locomoteeve." Another kiss. "Your ability to leap ze tall buildings at a single bound - c'est magnifique!" Another kiss. "I love how you change ze course of ze mighty rivairs..." Another kiss. "...and how you bend ze steel in your bare hands."

Supergirl couldn't stop herself. She began to giggle. "Linda, that tickles," she said.

"And zat is only ze foreplay," Linda said as she pushed Supergirl into bed.

"Mmm hmm," Supergirl commented. "And what does M'sieur have in mind for ze play?"

"I was thinking of a horizontal belly dance," Linda said. "And tonight I'm going to be on top."

"Could I ask you for one little favor?" Supergirl asked. "Would you wear your shower cap to bed? Please?"

"Well," Linda said, "as long as you're wearing yours for me, I suppose it's only fair."

From a drawer in her dresser Linda took her Pert and Pretty™ Fairy Princess shower cap. It was a simple beret-style shower cap made of soft, skin-smooth, transparent-white plastic that had white and silver stars printed on it in a tiara pattern. Linda put it on as she sauntered back to her bed.

Supergirl felt an electric thrill shoot through her as she looked up at her captress. She watched as if mezmerized as Linda tucked a few stray strands of hair under the rubber band and she seemed to feel the warmth radiating off Linda's naked body.

Linda slid herself into the bed with Supergirl. "Now I've got you right where I want you," she gloated with a quavery voice. "You're all mine now, my soft, warm plastic prisoner!" She reached over to her nightstand and turned out the light.

"You're getting me so hot!" she whispered as she slid herself close to Supergirl. "I want you so much, my pretty love slave!"

She half rolled herself on top of Supergirl and, trembling all over, kissed her. Supergirl met the kiss eagerly with her lips. She felt Linda's lips pressed against hers and her pushing against Linda only intensified the kiss. Linda was beginning to breathe heavily and Supergirl, for her part, felt quivery inside, felt her heart beat faster, felt the pressure in her crotch intensify.

Linda's voice trembled as she said, "Oh, this is too much! I can't believe that I get to fuck Supergirl!"

"Oh, Linda!" Supergirl moaned. "Do it to me! Take me now! Make me your hot plastic love slave!"

Linda was panting as she fully mounted her prisoner, getting on top of her and sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs. Supergirl felt Linda's rubbery-smooth breasts slide across her chest and press down soft and hot on her own A-cup mounds. She felt Linda's belly press body heat into her with every tremulous breath Linda took. And she felt Linda's thigh press hot into her crotch, against her labia and her clitoris, and she squirmed in Linda's grasp.

"Oh, yes," Linda panted. "Struggle all you want, Supergirl! You can't escape. You're my helpless prisoner and I can play with you all I want."

She began to thrust with her hips then, rubbing her clitoris on Supergirl's thigh. She began to emit squeaky little grunts in her panting. She hugged Supergirl harder and rammed her clitoris even harder against her thigh, rubbing her own thigh against Supergirl's clitoris at the same time.

"Oh, Supergirl!" she moaned over and over as she climaxed, her thrusting motions becoming jerky as she bounced slightly on her inflated love-toy, rocking slightly from side to side.

Supergirl felt a tickling in her clitoris and she arched her back to push her cunnus harder against Linda's thigh. Then suddenly she felt the pressure in her crotch seem to be released through her clitoris in long, hard spurts like air gushing from the neck of an overinflated balloon. She bucked and writhed in Linda's embrace as shuddering waves of warmth swept throughout her body. Her climax was made all the hotter by Linda's convulsions and the knowledge that she had been the cause of them. She wanted the sensation to go on all night, wanted Linda to love her until the sun came up to fill the land with light. But even she couldn't climax for long and she went limp to bask in the afterglow of the heat-storm that had swept through her.

Linda, too, exhausted herself. Satisfied, she simply went to sleep on her pneumatically-soft plastic prisoner. As she let her head come to rest on the pillow, the body-warm plastic of her shower cap kissed Supergirl's left cheek and Supergirl felt her arousal come up anew and then fade.

"I love you, Linda," Supergirl whispered and she drifted off to sleep.

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Thursday:

Supergirl was awakened by the sensation of Linda's hot, rubbery flesh pressing hard against her naked plastic. Linda had her in an embrace and was rolling over on top of her. A shiver ran through her as she saw the way Linda looked at her.

"Mmm, my big blow-up Supergirl doll," Linda whispered as she stroked Supergirl's belly. "So soft. So smooth. So warm. I just can't get enough of you."

Supergirl felt Linda's breath hot on her cheek. "Are you going to play with me again?" she asked.

Linda merely gave her a sensuous moan, then simply rolled her onto her back and mounted her again. This time, with the room filled with morning light, Supergirl could see Linda looming over her and coming down to kiss her. Again she felt the softness, smoothness, and warmth of Linda's body pressed against her. And again her squirming only intensified the sensations of having Linda on top of her.

Supergirl quickly felt herself coming aroused. Seeing Linda's chestnut-brown hair puffing out the shiny transparent-white plastic of her shower cap right in front of her eyes made her feel warm and quivery inside. She became intensely aware of the pressure in her clitoris and she soon discerned that the signs of Linda's arousal, her panting, her trembling, her clitoris pressing into her prisoner's thigh, were getting her hot. Soon she surrendered to the heat. She put her arms around Linda's back and began to stroke Linda to heat her up even more. Quietly through her vocalizer she cried out her commitment to her lover, "Oh, Linda!", over and over again.

Slowly, as if to prolong the experience, to savor its sensations, Linda began to move. She thrust her hips lazily to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh. She panted into Supergirl's ear and squeezed her as if trying to make her pop.

Helpless, Supergirl squirmed and writhed in Linda's grasp. She kissed Linda's neck and then, when Linda turned her head to get her nose out of the pillow, found her face pushed into the warm plastic of Linda's shower cap...and climaxed. She felt as if heat were blowing in long, hard spurts from her clitoris. But it didn't end. It was as if Linda's motions were pumping her up, reinflating her with passion as fast as she blew it out. She moaned with pleasure and, half sobbing, begged Linda to humiliate her even more.

"Make me feel weak," she begged. "Keep me helpless under you."

Then Linda jerked. Suddenly she began ramming her clitoris more forcefully against Supergirl's thigh and making quavery grunting sounds. As she convulsed in climax, she made Supergirl climax all the harder. Then, all too soon, it was over and Linda lay panting on her toy. A moment later Supergirl felt the hot flash of Linda's post-coital blush.

After resting for a time, Linda got up and used the bedsheet to wipe her crotch slobber off Supergirl's leg. Then she commanded her slave to get up. As Supergirl got out of bed, Linda took off her shower cap and, with a puzzled expression on her face, looked inside it.

"Why is the inside of my shower cap wet?" Linda said.

Supergirl looked inside the cap. "It looks like dew," she said. "Oh," she said as understanding came to her, "condensation. Perspiration evaporated off your scalp last night and condensed on the cooler plastic."

"But I don't perspire," Linda objected.

"You do now," Supergirl said. "Without invulnerability to protect your body from overheating you'll need that ability, as unpleasant as it is."

"Eeew!" Linda exclaimed with a curl of her lip. "It's going to get into my clothes, isn't it? And then I have to walk around all day stewing in my own juice!"

"Well, only until Friday," Supergirl said.

"No," Linda said, "for the rest of my life. Or haven't you been paying attention to what I've been telling you?"

"Linda, I need you to listen carefully to what I'm going to say," Supergirl said.

"Why?" Linda asked. "You're not going to change my decision."

"We need to talk about it anyway," Supergirl insisted. "I was just starting my snarly time when I encountered the red kryptonite."

"Well, then," Linda said, "I must say that you have controlled it well. You've been a properly submissive little slavegirl."

"I'm not controlling it," Supergirl said. "When I went to get the kryptonite I noticed that I didn't feel snarly anymore. I think that you took it with you when we split."

"So you believe that my decision to make you my plastic prisoner is just me being all snarly-poo?" Linda responded.

"Yes," Supergirl said. "You don't normally act as you have been doing."

"Sort of like some deep hidden evil had come bubbling to the surface?" Linda asked. "Do you suppose Robert Louis Stevenson was writing about us?"

"In Eighteen Eighty-Six!?" Supergirl said. "I don't think so, though I admit that on the surface we seem to be showing some parallels with 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde'."

"Yes," Linda said. "I see how it's working. You are Henry Jekyll and I am Edward Hyde."

"No," Supergirl said. "I don't think we split that way."

"Didn't we?" Linda said. "But if I am the nasty Id-dominated creature and you are the benign Ego-dominant persona, to put it into Freudian terms, then the analogy is exact, isn't it?"

"No," Supergirl said, "I don't think that's what's happened. We are both complete persons, each with our own id and ego, so the Jekyll and Hyde analogy doesn't apply to us. We're more like an extreme version of multiple personalities, like in that book, 'The Three Faces of Eve'."

"But I'm still the snarly personality and you're the sweet, angelic personality," Linda said. She pointed to the deflated rocking skirt lying on the floor like a puddle of plastic.

Supergirl got into the inflatable skirt and pulled it up around her waist. "I wouldn't say I'm angelic," she said. "And you're not a snarly personality: you're our normal Linda personality with a case of the snarlies."

"So what's your point?" Linda asked as she knelt before Supergirl and prepared to inflate the rocking skirt.

"I learned a long time ago not to act on decisions I made when I was snarly," Supergirl said. "Snarly time always impairs my judgement and it has done the same to you."

Giving Supergirl a pitying look, Linda simply huffed her lungs full of air, took the valve stem in her lips, and puffed the air into the rocking skirt. For several minutes the only sound in the room was the soft sigh and whoosh of Linda inflating the skirt and, as she blew the skirt full, the swish of Supergirl running her hands over the tautened plastic. Linda swayed a bit as she sat back on her heels when she had finished inflating the skirt.

"Wow!" Linda said. "I feel dizzy. Almost like I had been exposed to kryptonite, but without the pain."

"Yeah," Supergirl commented. "You're going to have to be careful not to hyperventilate when you inflate your toys. And there are other things that you will have to adjust to now that you don't have superpowers. I can't say that I envy you."

"Why not?" Linda asked as she stood up. "My life has just become an adventure, one every bit as exciting as the ones that you enjoy." She gave Supergirl a quick jab and then punched her in earnest when she bounced back up.

"You'll miss being able to fly," Supergirl said.

That stunned Linda, so much so that Supergirl almost bounced up against her. Only her quick Kryptonese reflexes allowed Supergirl to put her hands up in time to push against Linda's belly and avoid butting her in the face.

"Well, um," Linda stammered. "M... maybe I will miss it, b... but I... I think that I'll gain as much as I lose."

"You haven't really thought this out, have you?" Supergirl asked.

Linda simply sighed, then took the vocalizer off Supergirl and tossed it onto her desk. She punched Supergirl for a few more minutes and then got dressed. She didn't say anything, but appeared distracted. She picked Supergirl up and put her into the closet.

Before she left Linda picked her raincoat up off her chair and gave it to Supergirl. "Here," she said, "get yourself nice and hot for tonight." Then she closed the closet door.

Supergirl waited until she heard the other door open and close and then she put the raincoat on. With nothing else to do, she luxuriated in the feel of the raincoat's plastic going soft on her warm plastic skin. She rubbed the raincoat against her breasts and felt her nipples stiffen. She arched her back to press her clitoris against the inner sheet of the rocking skirt and went into a reverie.

<<Wearing only Linda's raincoat, with her hands bound behind her back by plastic-sash handcuffs, plastic Supergirl stood submissively at the foot of the double bed where Dick and Linda Malvern had just consummated their marriage a few hours before. Linda, wicked Linda, had commanded her to watch her having first sex with the young man both had dated when Linda was attending Midvale High School and whom Linda dated occasionally at Stanhope. Knowing that Linda would ask her questions the next day, Supergirl had forced herself to watch as Dick got Linda so hot that she was squealing and grunting like an animal. She had forced herself to watch, in that moonlit bedroom, the bedcovers rising and falling as the newlyweds wrestled together and then convulsed in mutual climax.

<<Now in the wee hours of the morning, with Linda soundly asleep, Dick got out of bed and came to Supergirl. In the faint light she could see that his penis was standing erect and she felt the quivery sensation of anxiety shoot through her.

<<"Now," he whispered to her, "it's time for me to test my blow-up bride."

<<He put his hand on her back and nudged her toward the bedroom door. She trembled all over as he escorted her down the hall to the guest bedroom. He put the hood of Linda's raincoat up over her shower cap and then picked her up and laid her down on the bed lying on her back. He pulled the raincoat's skirt up to expose her cunnus and then laid himself down on the bed next to her, lying on his left side.

<<"Linda tells me," he said, "that if I squirt my jizz into you while you're wearing something plastic, you'll get pregnant with a copy of it. So let's see if we can make a new raincoat for Linda."

<<He rolled over on top of her then, pushing his legs between hers and pressing his long, hard penis against her cunnus. Feeling the soft, smooth plastic of the raincoat pressed warmly against her bare skin made Supergirl start to feel hot, the anxiety that she felt being transmuted into sexual arousal. She began to squirm in his grasp, intensifying the contact between their bodies and raising her arousal to ever greater heights.

<<She felt him penetrate her, felt her vagina being pushed open, felt the pressure that his penis exerted within her, and felt the pressure in her clitoris rise as well. He began to move his hips to and fro, pumping his penis in and partially out of her, and she felt her arousal grow hotter yet.

<<"Oh, Supergirl," he gloated in a strained, trembling voice, "at last you're mine! My soft, helpless plastic sex prisoner!"

<<She felt something hot blossom deep inside her belly and she climaxed. She bucked and writhed in Dick's embrace as she felt his penis sliding and squirting inside her, felt the raincoat's plastic hot on her body, and felt the warm glow of a new raincoat beginning to grow in her womb.>>

In the closet Supergirl pressed her hands against the front of the rocking skirt to push its plastic all the harder against her clitoris as she climaxed over her fantasy of Dick Malvern making her pregnant with a plastic raincoat.

A faint noise made her stop all movement and listen. She thought she heard the door to Linda's room open. She strained to hear any further sound from the room, some indication that Linda had returned, but no sound broke the silence until she heard, again very faintly, the sound of the door closing. She yearned for x-ray vision. She needed to see who had come into the room; she knew it was important. It wasn't any of the other women in the sorority: she had learned through her own observations over the time she had lived in the Alpha Lambda house that they never entered other women's rooms without permission. For long minutes she waited, but nothing more happened, so she went back to playing with herself.

It was late when Linda returned. Supergirl was resting from her latest masturbating session when she heard the door to the room open and close again. Then the closet door opened and Linda half knelt to pick her up and bring her out into the room.

"OK," Linda said when she stood up and confronted her prisoner. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt that you raised in my mind this morning." She picked the vocalizer up off her desk and handed it to Supergirl. "I spent all day remembering what it was like to share your superpowers and I agree that they are desirable things to have. But I don't want to have them all of the time. Since I can't turn them off, I would prefer not to have them at all."

Supergirl put the vocalizer on over her shower cap. "But you do turn them off," she said, "whenever you choose not to use them."

"That's not turning them off," Linda said. "It's putting them on stand-by, leaving them lurking in the background ready to reassert themselves at inopportune moments. Tell me, do you really believe that you can 'turn off' your invulnerability?"

"Wh... why would I want to?" Supergirl said in astonishment. "Do you remember when Mom had the flu two years ago? Do you remember how she suffered? That's the risk you're going to be facing for the rest of your life."

"Not all that different from the risk you face of encountering kryptonite," Linda commented. "I just don't believe your superpowers give me any benefit that outweighs the costs of sharing a body with you. But here's a thought you may like. Once I'm free of you and I get tired of playing with you, I'll change you back to normal and you can go back to being Supergirl."

"But where will I live?" Supergirl said. "I can't just go out and rent an apartment. Besides, I don't want to be Supergirl all of the time. I have other things that I want to do."

"So invent yourself another secret identity," Linda said.

"Linda!" Supergirl said in shock. "That's like telling a mother who's lost a child just to get pregnant again! You're taking a big chunk of my life away from me. This isn't some comic strip where I can just kill off a character and draw a new one in her place. I have worked too hard at being you to just replace you in such a cavalier manner."

"How you do it is up to you," Linda said, "but you are going to have to replace me if you want to have a secret identity."

"What I don't understand," Supergirl said, "is why you believe we are so incompatible."

"Quoth the superpowered Kryptonian to the pathetic, unpowered Earthling," Linda said with a hint of a sneer.

"Foul!" Supergirl said. "You're not pathetic or unpowered when you are part of me, so that doesn't address my concern."

"Fair enough," Linda grumbled. "We don't share the same feelings or the same yearnings. We just don't have the same goals in life. For example,...."

"For example," Supergirl interrupted, "you complained yesterday about majoring in chemistry, but you never told me what you thought your major should have been."

"Theater Arts," Linda said a little petulantly. "I want to be an actress."

"That makes good sense," Supergirl said. "In that sense you are more like Marilyn Monroe than Norma Jean Baker."

"What do you mean," Linda asked.

"Marilyn was a made-up character who became an actress," Supergirl replied. "That's what you would be too. And, like Marilyn, you would be good at it because, like Marilyn, you know what it takes to be a good act. But, you know, that's something we could do together."

"Oh, yeah," Linda said sarcastically, "you're going to waste a degree in chemistry so I can go to Hollywood. Why don't you try to sell me a bridge while you're at it?"

"No, listen," Supergirl said. "We would be just like that author who writes science-fiction stories about robots."

"Isaac Asimov?" Linda said. "What's he got to do with this?"

"He has a Ph.D. in biochem," Supergirl replied. "It would have given him the means to support himself if he had not been successful as an author. You'll get the same advantage from your degree."

"I can do that without you," Linda said, "so why bring it up?"

"To show you that we can work together," Supergirl said, "that our goals are not incompatible."

"How is a career in chemistry compatible with an acting career?" Linda asked.

"We don't need a career in chemistry if you become successful as an actress," Supergirl said. "The main reason I wanted to study chemistry is so that I can help find a way to re-enlarge Kandor. And that's something we can do all the better if you have a successful Hollywood career."

"Well, it's something to think about," Linda said as she began to undress herself. She put on her bathrobe, picked up her shower cap, and went to take her shower.

Left alone in the room, Supergirl saw that she could free herself if she could reach Linda's desk. The deflator was lying on top of the desk, right in front of the box in which the wands lay. By shifting what little weight she had, she could roll the rocking skirt close enough to the desk to let her rock forward, grab Linda's chair, and pull herself close enough to the desk to get the deflator. Then she could let herself out of the rocking skirt. But then, she understood, she would not be able to open the box to get the wand that would change her back into a flesh-and-bone person: as an inflated doll she wasn't strong enough. Even if she could find something to pry the box open, she would not be able to change herself before Linda returned. Still hoping to persuade Linda to rejoin her, she decided against taking a futile action that would only anger Linda.

When Linda returned she took off her bathrobe, tossed her shower cap onto her dresser, and turned down the covers on her bed. Then she came to confront Supergirl, running her hands down the plastic woman's biceps.

"So, are you nice and hot?" Linda asked.

"Yes," Supergirl said. "Your... your raincoat has made me hot to be your pleasure slave in bed."

"Well, then," Linda said as she went to get the deflator, "let's not let all that heat go to waste." She put the deflator into the valve in the rocking skirt.

When the skirt had deflated enough, Supergirl stepped out of it and slowly, seductively took off Linda's raincoat. She stood before Linda and waited to be taken.

"Uh, Linda," Supergirl said. "Would you please wear your shower cap to bed?"

"No," Linda said, "I don't want it to get all wet like it did last night."

"Please, Linda," Supergirl begged. "I'll take it off of you when we're finished so it won't get wet."

Supergirl took Linda in an embrace and bent her knees. With her arms wrapped around Linda's waist, she kissed Linda's breasts, feeling the nipples swell and stiffen. She felt the tip of Linda's clitoris poke into her belly and she felt all quivery inside.

"Please, Linda," Supergirl begged. "Please let me have that one little bit of extra pleasure."

"What pleasure?" Linda asked.

"Doesn't the feel of warm plastic get you hot?" Supergirl asked.

"Yes, it does," Linda said. "Why do you think I've enjoyed playing with you so much?"

"Well, last night I got the same pleasure when you turned your head and shoved your shower cap in my face," Supergirl said. "Please don't misunderstand," she added. "I really do love you so very much, but when you wear your special plastic for me and I feel your warmth in it, it makes my love so much hotter."

"All right," Linda said, "I'll do it. But you have to remember to take it off of me when we're finished."

"I will," Supergirl said as she stood up. She took Linda in an embrace and kissed her, holding the kiss while Linda went to her dresser, picked up her shower cap, and put it on.

Supergirl gave Linda a tender kiss on her left breast, got into bed, and lay on her back. Linda got into bed next to her and put a hand on her belly, stroking it and then moving her hand up to stroke her breasts. Supergirl felt her nipples swell and stiffen under Linda's touch and she felt her heart start to beat harder and faster.

Linda seemed to hesitate then, but Supergirl reached up and stroked her breasts, then slid her arms around her, as if to pull her down, and kissed her. Linda was panting now and she mounted Supergirl, sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs.

Supergirl felt Linda come down soft and hot on her and began letting out quavery squeals. She felt warm pressure build up in her crotch and felt her distended clitoris stiffen even more as it poked into the hot, rubbery flesh of Linda's thigh.

"Oh, Linda!" she half moaned, half sobbed. "I love you so much!"

LInda slid her arms around Supergirl, embraced her, and began to move, pushing her hips to and fro and sliding her own clitoris on Supergirl's right thigh. With each stroke she evoked another quavery squeal from Supergirl. She put her left cheek on Supergirl's and Supergirl felt the plastic of her shower cap warm on her face and grew even hotter. Linda's breathing took on an almost desperate urgency and Linda matched Supergirl's quavery squeals with tremulous moans of her own. They kissed each other on the neck and shoulders and Supergirl stroked Linda's buttocks.

"My plastic prisoner," Linda half-whispered in a strained voice. "My hot plastic Supergirl!"

Then Supergirl felt something tickle her clitoris and she jerked. She bucked and writhed as she felt hot libido seem to gush from her clitoris in long, hard spurts and waves of warmth spread throughout her body. Linda climaxed at the same time and convulsed on Supergirl, her shudders and spasms only inflaming Supergirl the more. Supergirl's consciousness was completely dissolved in a pulsating cloud of sexual heat.

Then it was over. The passion-storm abated and the two women lay in mutual embrace, Linda breathing heavily. A moment later Linda gave Supergirl an extra flash of heat from her post-coital blush. And then they rested.

Some time later Supergirl reached up to take Linda's shower cap off of her. She laid the plastic beret on top of the blankets and stroked it for a few minutes, then she gave it a light toss onto the nightstand and went to sleep under her mistress.

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Friday:

Linda began to cry. She was lying on top of Supergirl and had just brought the both of them to a hot convulsing climax and now she was crying. Supergirl kissed her shoulder and rubbed her back.

"I love you, Linda," Supergirl said. "I want you so much. I want to be you."

Linda cried all the harder, with deep wracking sobs.

"Linda, please talk to me," Supergirl pleaded.

"I... I... c... can't," Linda sobbed. "Wh... what's happening t... to meeee?"

"Your going through the weepy part of snarly time," Supergirl said, still stroking Linda's back.

"B... but it's never b... been th,,, this b... bad before," Linda moaned.

"You've always had my t'fweezhesh-vostru to cope with it before," Supergirl said. "And you'll have it again after we rejoin."

"But we're not going to rejoin," Linda said, gaining some composure. She was sniffling and her voice was still a little hesitant.

"Do you really want to go through this every six weeks?" Supergirl asked. "What kind of social life do you think you're going to have when people discover that you blow fire on them every month and a half?"

"I'll learn to cope," Linda said as she got up off her prisoner and got out of bed. "I'll treat it as if it were a superpower and learn to control it just as you learned to control your powers." She pulled Supergirl out of bed and put her into the rocking skirt, kneeling before it to blow it full and trap Supergirl anew.

"Linda, look at the clock," Supergirl said with a hint of panic in her voice. "It's almost time."

Linda was dressing herself. "Almost time for me to be a free woman," she said with a last sniffle. She bopped Supergirl and savored the sight of the plastic superheroine bouncing and wobbling for her.

"Linda," Supergirl said, "you made that decision under stress. You're not your normal self. If we don't rejoin, then you will regret that decision when you regain your normal state of mind. Please, Linda, change me back so we can reunite."

"No!" Linda said forcefully. "You'll kill me if I do."

"Linda!" Supergirl said in shock. "How can you think such a thing?"

"You don't need me," Linda said with a sad quaver in her voice. "You could kill me off like some unwanted character in a comic strip and no one would care."

"A lot of people would care," Supergirl said. "Starting with me. I don't know what I would do without you."

"But it would sure be easy for you to find out, wouldn't it?" Linda said.

"I could never do that," Supergirl said. "You're too important a part of me for me to lose. Besides, I could never do that to Mom and Dad."

Linda gave her a wallop that bounced her off the floor. "Don't call them that! They're not your mom and dad. They adopted me, not you. You just came along for the ride, like some stowaway on a ship."

"I came with you by necessity," Supergirl said defensively, her voice beginning to quaver a bit. "I didn't have a whole lot of choice."

"Well, we do now," Linda said.

Supergirl began to cry then. She was surely doomed. She hadn't felt such a sense of loss since... since.... Then it came to her: she understood what had been bothering her off and on over the previous three days, what she had been missing: she had no memory of growing up in Argo City. Then, in the midst of her sorrow, she felt glad that when she had first moved into the Alpha Lambda house she had greased the hinges on her door so that it would not squeak and had talcum-powdered the floorboards so that they would not creak when she wanted to leave the house in the wee hours of the morning without waking anyone.

"Kara," she whispered and then, as if praying, continued in Kryptonese, "I need you now. If we fail, you must become Supergirl anew."

Still she couldn't help herself. That little flicker of waning hope made her cry all the harder. "Please, Linda," she sobbed, "Don't abandon me."

She saw the door to her room open quietly and a familiar looking blond girl enter stealthily. The girl was wearing a white gesh'ta, a short-sleeved dress with a long, full skirt. Thin blue and silver curves seemed to writhe and dance on the semi-animate fabric. The attached pectoral necklace, displaying patterns of silver and blue and containing the girl's personal computer, had gone rigid lest it make some sound.

"Look, Linda," Supergirl said, still sobbing. "You've had your fun. But now it's time to change me back to normal. We can't rejoin if I'm an inflated doll. Please hurry! We don't have much time."

Linda let out an exasperated sigh. "You haven't been listening to me at all, have you? I keep telling you. I am not going to change you back. I am going to keep you as my plastic blowup toy. I don't want...!" She let out a startled yelp as the blond girl grabbed her from behind and held her arms down at her sides.

"Don't let her reach that box on the desk," Supergirl said, pointing to the box.

"Doe note moof," the girl said to Linda with a thick Kryptonese accent.

"Who are you?" Linda asked the strange girl.

"I ham Kara Zor-El," the girl said. "Soopehrgeerl, you har poshaba-dalu?"

"Yes," Supergirl said, her voice still a little quavery. "I would invite you to play with me, but we don't have enough time. I need that tube that's lying on the desk and I need you to open the box next to it."

"Devu-shna," Kara said, agreeing in her native language. "I wait too much long."

She handed the deflator to Supergirl, who pushed it into the rocking skirt's valve. A minute later the skirt was loose enough for Supergirl to slide herself out of it. She took off the vocalizer cap and went to the desk, took the transformer wand from the box and pressed its butt against the valve stem in her neck. With a muffled thoomp she regained her solid flesh-and-blood form and staggered a bit as she felt superpower rush back into her. Quickly she took off her shower cap and in the course of one tick of the clock on the desk opened the dresser drawer into which Linda had put her clothes, tossed her Supergirl costume into the air, and then put on her blue panties, her red-caped blue ess-dress, and her red boots before they fell to the floor.

"What are you doing here," Linda demanded of Kara. "You're supposed to be her."

"No," Supergirl said as she buckled her yellow belt. "I am as much her creation as you are. Like you, I didn't exist until we came to the orphanage."

"True," Kara said. "After land on Earth I go to Kal-El's Fortress of Solitude, learn more better English, learn about superpowers, then create Soopehrgeerl for to use superpowers and create Leenda for secret identity. You, you two of you, belong... no... ey-yinthotaru."

"Yes," Supergirl said. "We are you."

Now Linda was crying. "I don't want to die," she moaned.

"You will not die," Supergirl said, "I won't let you." She reached out to put her hand under Linda's chin and lift her head to gaze into her eyes. "I really do love you, Linda, and I don't ever want to lose you. And... I don't know quite how to do it, but I will treat you better."

She saw Linda and Kara seem to blur and then blackness flashed over her vision and when it was gone she stood alone holding Linda's brunette wig and staring at Linda's clothes on the floor. With a sigh she put the wig on, then she heard footsteps coming up the hall. Quickly she dressed herself in Linda's clothes and then moved the deflating rocking skirt into her closet.

A moment later Sylvia Mordredsen knocked on her door and peeked inside the room.

"Linda?" Sylvia said. "I thought I heard you talking to someone."

Linda looked up from the book she was holding. "Just talking to myself," she said.

Sylvia chuckled. "Yeah, I can dig it. Sometimes it's the only intelligent conversation you can find around here."

After Sylvia left Linda put her book down and went out to do a little shopping before the stores closed for the day. She went to the local toy store and bought what she needed and then put it into a drawer in her dresser when she returned home.

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Her predicament must have evoked memories in Kara before the merger took place. Now she remembered going with her mother to exercise in the centrifugal gymnasium with their inflatable plastic Dwalynth Maiden punching bags, their poshaba-dalu. On one occasion her mother had gone to shower and left her to deflate their workout toys. She had set her own five foot two punching bag to deflating and then gone to her mother's six foot tall bag and stared at the naked warrior maiden printed on the plastic. She felt strange in a wonderful way and in a trembling voice had said quietly to the Dwalynth, "I am your prisoner." Then she had pushed the deflator into the valve tube between the figure's feet.

She had waited for a day when her parents would be gone for a long time, her mother at the city's main nuclear power plant and her father out inspecting the giant rocket motors that were slowly moving the city into a safer orbit. She had retrieved her mother's poshaba from its storage, taken it to her bedroom, and taken off all of her clothes. Trembling and with her heart pounding, she put on her shower cap and inflated the bag, watching wide-eyed as the figure loomed over her. In the nearly weightless environment of her bedroom, young Kara embraced the bag and savored the feel of its soft, smooth, slightly rubbery plastic growing warm under her touch. She fantasized the warrior maiden taking her prisoner in her home, compelling her to take her clothes off and to put on a clear plastic shower cap. She imagined the Dwalynth dominating her, touching her, compelling her to stand submissively in the Dwalynths' private gymnasium.

<<"Do you know why you are my prisoner?" the Dwalynth had said in her imagination.

<<"Because I have played with you," Kara had replied.

<<"And do you know what I am going to do to you?" the Dwalynth asked.

"No," Kara said.>>

She was feeling very strange now. She was breathing as if she had been exercising and she felt a pressure building between her legs. She felt something moving there, as if it were growing and wanted to be touched.

<<"I am going to turn you into plastic and then play with you," the Dwalynth said. "You are going to be my special poshaba."

<<"But I don't want to be a blowup dolly," Kara objected.

<<"You will," the Dwalynth said, "after you see how I want to play with you, my little pleasure slave. I am going to hold you and feel how soft and warm you are. Then I am going to rub you with my body until I feel especially good.">>

With both arms and legs wrapped around her mother's punching bag, Kara had rubbed her body against it, had rubbed the area between her legs against it, and had felt shivers run through her body. Her crotch lips were drooling, making the plastic slick for her clitoris to slide over it.

<<The Dwalynth gave a signal and a purple ray hit Kara and turned her into an inflated plastic punching bag. The warrior maiden jabbed her and she tipped over backward and then bounced back upright, ready to be punched again. But instead of punching her, the Dwalynth pushed her down onto the mat, got on top of her and began kissing her. Then the Dwalynth let her bounce up and a voice declared, "You may let the air out of her now.">>

Kara climaxed. Her whole body shuddered as she felt the pressure in her crotch release in great spasms, as if she were deflating through her clitoris. Over and over she rammed her clitoris against the plastic of the punching bag until she was drained.

Panting, she continued to embrace the bag until she had rested and regained her strength. When she released her grip, she pushed the bag away from her, picked up the cloth that she had prepared, and wiped her crotch slobber off the plastic and off her legs. Then she put her clothes back on, deflated the bag, and put it back in its storage. She would play with it several more times before fate separated her from it forever.

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Linda had gone out while she could and had bought an Everplast™ Supergirl punching bag at the local toy store. She had brought it back to her room and put it into a drawer. Late that night, more like three in the morning, when all the other residents, all four of them, in the Alpha Lambda house were sound asleep, she got out of bed and prepared herself to play with her new toy. She undressed herself, but did not take off her wig: she would do this as Linda. From a hidden cubby hole in her desk she took a lead-lined locket and opened it, then lay it on the nightstand by her bed so that the radiation from the speck of kryptonite embedded in the cameo would reach her and so weaken her that she would not destroy her toys or, for that matter, much of her room.

From her drawer she took the Supergirl punching bag that she had bought that afternoon and the other item that she had taken from her closet and put into the drawer with it. After removing the punching bag from its box, she laid it out on her bed with its weighted, round-bottomed base at the foot of the bed. The bag was made of soft, smooth, opaque-white plastic and was large enough to bear a life-sized image of Supergirl standing with her hands up in a jiu jitsu stance. Linda knelt at the foot of the bed, took the valve stem between Supergirl's feet between her lips, and began blowing air into the bag.

As she blew the bag up she watched it fill until it resembled a slightly tapered cylinder with a rounded top. Then she watched it rise up off the bed to stand upright, looming over her as she blew it full. She thought that it resembled a man's penis growing and stiffening with lust and she thought of her hopes that someday she would make a man blow up his penis for her just from seeing her take her clothes off. She looked up at the figure standing over her.

"You're not the real deal," she whispered, "but you'll do."

She stood up and pulled the bag forward, allowing it to slide off the bed and lean against it. She remembered getting on top of Supergirl in her bed and she remembered Linda getting on top of her. She was breathing heavily now, feeling warm and quivery inside, as she put on the Amazon queen's apron that she had brought from Nealesvos.

Made of silk-soft, skin-smooth, transparent-white plastic, the apron had been made for a woman who stood six feet tall. The bottom of its skirt draped over Linda's feet.

Linda lifted the skirt of the apron so that she could waddle forward and set her feet on either side of the punching bag. With her legs slightly spread, she then began to perform a belly dance against the punching bag. She mimicked some of the moves that she had seen Arab women making in a documentary film that she had seen in one of her classes. The warm plastic of the apron made a soft swishing sound as it slid across the inflation-tautened plastic of the punching bag. Action begot reaction as the punching bag, backed up against the bed, pressed against her, forcing the apron's plastic into her crotch to rub against her cunnus. She felt pressure grow in her crotch and felt her clitoris grow and slide forward in its sheath until it was poking the apron into the punching bag.

She uttered squeaky little moans as she pushed her hips to and fro on the punching bag, gaining much the sensation that she got when Linda had punched her in the rocking skirt. Quivering all over, she pressed her clitoris even harder against her pneumatic toy. In her reverie she imagined that Supergirl, still turned into plastic, had used the enslaving wand on her and was compelling her to masturbate her mistress. Deep in her subconscious mind she conflated Supergirl with the Dwalynth Maiden and drew libido from her earlier fantasy: not consciously knowing how, she grew ever hotter. She was almost crying and she imagined herself begging Supergirl for mercy.

She felt a tickling sensation faintly in her clitoris. She became intensely aware of the apron's plastic warm on her bare skin as she imagined Supergirl saying, "You're going to wear my shower cap when I turn you into plastic." The tickling intensified and then triggered Linda's climax. With one hand on her bed to support her, Linda embraced the bag with her other hand and rammed her clitoris harder against it. She was whimpering as she shuddered and writhed against her toy. Then it was over and she stood hugging the punching bag, caressing it and tenderly kissing it.

After resting for a long moment, she took off her apron and wiped her wetness off it before draping it over her chair to dry completely. She took the deflator that came with the punching bag and pushed it into the valve to let the air out of the bag. She would finish putting her toys away later in the morning. Finally she put her pajamas back on and got back into bed.

When classes resumed at Stanhope College next Monday, she would go to the Drama Department and see whether she might volunteer to help out on a play and see what courses were available. She would also have to put in an appearance as Supergirl to replace the cake that Kara had eaten and explain, with as little detail as possible, that her taking the cake was due to a red kryptonite exposure.

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Office of Extra-Ordinary Affairs

To:

From:

Re: Preliminary Report on Red Kryptonite

For many years now bizarre rumors have grown around Superman and, later, Supergirl pertaining to a rare form of an already rare mineral - red kryptonite. The strange effects reported in those rumors (e.g. Supergirl developing a mermaid's tail in place of her legs, Superman's head becoming that of a giant ant, etc.) have long been attributed to red kryptonite causing its victims to hallucinate. However, for this report Superman exposed himself to a sample to which Supergirl had already been exposed, one that deformed his facial features out of their proper proportions, giving him the appearance of a circus clown sans make-up. Supergirl also participated in the experiment. We thus demonstrated the reality of the reported effects and of the acquired immunity that follows them. We thus have the following facts:

1. Red kryptonitic radiation inflicts physical and/or mental changes in those Kryptonians who have been exposed to it.

2. The effects last for approximately seventy-two (72) hours.

3. Once a Kryptonian has been exposed to a given sample of red kryptonite, that sample can never affect that person again.

4. The radiation has a range of about eighty (80) feet from the source, compared to about one hundred (100) feet for green kryptonite. First contact with the radiation is perceived by the victim as a tingling, pins-and-needles sensation that fades as the primary effects become manifest.

With little hard information available we nonetheless can speculate about the nature of this phenomenon. Analogous to green kryptonite, red kryptonite makes a connection between the part of the Kryptonian's physiology that supports the superpower nimbus and jinnispace, the realm where magic resides when it's not being manifest in Reality. The reference to jinnispace indicates our belief that the effects of red kryptonite share common elements with the bizarre pranks perpetrated by Mr. Mxyzptlk on his forays into our world.

We also tried to develop an hypothesis on whence comes the additional matter that these effects sometimes require for their implementation. Even though the use of magic moots the conventional laws of physics, we are reluctant to assume that the matter is created ex nihilo in violation of the law of conservation of mass. The problem goes beyond that of accounting for the extra mass, but also goes to the problem of accounting for the right species of atoms being brought into being in the right places for the effect being manifested. In this problem we are getting close to the heart of the problem of magic in general; that is, we are asking what is it and how does it work.

In the body of this report we have created a flowchart of questions evolving from what we know and aimed at developing a full theory of the phenomenon. In creating that flowchart we have devised questions that we hope ask for information specific enough to sustain actual research and experimentation. This is only the first attempt to understand the phenomenon of red kryptonite, so we do not expect full success, but we do believe that we will gain enough information to support a second effort with more refined questions.

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This story was inspired in part by the Superman stories "The Feud Between Superman and Clark Kent (Action Comics #293, Oct. 1962), "Superman, King of Earth" (Action Comics #311, Apr. 1964), and "King Superman versus Clark Kent, Metallo" (Action Comics #312, May 1964) and the Supergirl stories "The Case of the Campus Crimes" (Action Comics #365, Jul. 1968) and "Supergirl's Greatest Failure" (Action Comics #384, Sep. 1969) and it is partially a sequel to "Supergirl and the Plastic Prisoners of Amazon Island". I'll note that while the above Superman stories involve an actual split of Superman into two separate people, the Supergirl stories to which I have referred only show Supergirl developing a split personality. The closest that the writers of the Supergirl comic strip ever came to a physical split came in "The Strange Bodies of Supergirl" (Action Comics #284, Jan. 1962), in which story Linda develops two heads, one brunette and the other blonde. TdC.