Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 8: Arrival at Hotel Colorado

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

What will Felicity and Lynn Archer feel when they come face to face with Hotel Colorado?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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The Greyhound bus rounded the final curve of the mountain road, and suddenly there it was—Hotel Colorado rising from the valley floor like a vision conjured from European fairy tales. The late afternoon sun struck the red sandstone façade, transforming the castle-like structure into something that seemed to glow with inner fire. Turrets reached toward the sky as if listening for messages from distant kingdoms, while the grand entrance beckoned with promises of sanctuary and belonging.

Felicity pressed her face against the bus window, her breath fogging the glass as overwhelming recognition crashed over her. The tesseract within her core blazed with sudden intensity, responding to something in the hotel's very presence. This wasn't just a building—it was home. Every fiber of her being sang with the certainty, a resonance so profound it made her newly formed heart race.

"Oh my," Lynn whispered from the seat beside her, her voice filled with the same awe that had gripped Felicity. "It's... it's calling to me."

But calling felt like too gentle a word for what both women experienced. The hotel seemed to exist partially outside normal space, its architecture bending subtly in ways that defied conventional geometry. Through her dimensional sight, Felicity could see layers of reality folding around the structure, creating pockets of sanctuary that extended far beyond its physical boundaries.

As the bus pulled into the small station area near the hotel, both women felt the shift immediately. The air itself seemed different here—charged with possibilities, thick with the kind of magic that made impossible things feel not just probable but inevitable. The tesseract's energy surged in response, its infinite power recognizing something kindred in the hotel's supernatural emanations.

"I can feel it," Felicity murmured, her voice barely audible above the bus's engine. "Like coming home after a lifetime of wandering."

Lynn nodded, tears streaming down her weathered cheeks. "I've been dreaming of this place for months, but I never imagined... I never thought it would feel so right."

The bus shuddered to a stop, and the driver's voice crackled over the intercom: "Glenwood Springs, Colorado. This is our three-hour layover stop. Those continuing to Grand Junction, please be back by seven-thirty."

But Felicity knew with crystalline certainty that she would not be getting back on that bus. Neither would Lynn. Their journey had reached its destination, even if they hadn't known what they were searching for until this moment.

As they gathered their luggage and prepared to disembark, Felicity felt the tesseract's power settling into new patterns. The hotel's presence wasn't just calling to her—it was amplifying her abilities, creating a resonance that made her dimensional sight sharper, her healing powers more accessible. This place was designed for beings like her, a sanctuary where the supernatural could flourish without hiding.

They stepped off the bus together, their feet touching the ground of their new home for the first time. The hotel loomed before them, its entrance doors standing open as if it had been waiting for exactly this moment, for exactly these two travelers who had found each other on the road to becoming themselves.

The moment they crossed the threshold into the grand lobby; the transformation was complete. The tesseract within Felicity's core hummed with recognition, its infinite energy responding to the hotel's dimensional convergence. This wasn't just a building—it was a nexus point where multiple realities intersected, a place where the impossible became everyday reality.

"Welcome to Hotel Colorado," came a warm voice from behind the ornate reception desk. "I'm Mrs. Yule, and we've been expecting you."

The woman who approached them was perhaps sixty, with silver-streaked hair pulled back in an elegant chignon and eyes that seemed to hold depths of understanding far beyond her apparent years. She moved with the grace of someone who had long ago made peace with her own power, and when she smiled, the entire lobby seemed to brighten.

"Expecting us?" Felicity asked, though somehow, she wasn't surprised.

Mrs. Yule's smile widened, taking in both travelers with a gaze that seemed to see not just their surface presentation but their deepest truths. "My dear, this hotel has always been a sanctuary for those in transition. We recognize the signs—the hunger for transformation, the courage to become who you're meant to be."

Her eyes lingered on Lynn with particular warmth. "And you, my dear, have been carrying a beautiful secret for far too long. We have facilities here that can help you express your true self, should you choose to do so."

Lynn's breath caught, her hand flying to her throat. "You can see...?"

"I can see a lovely woman who has been waiting her whole life to bloom," Mrs. Yule said gently. "And I can see someone who has found the perfect companion to support her through that transformation."

The tesseract within Felicity pulsed with such intensity that she nearly gasped. The hotel's dimensional properties were amplifying not just her abilities, but her emotional resonance with Lynn. She could feel the older woman's joy, her terror, her desperate hope all mingling together in a symphony of authentic feeling.

"We have two beautiful rooms prepared for you," Mrs. Yule continued, producing ornate brass keys from behind the desk. "Adjacent suites on the third floor, both overlooking the gardens. The morning light there is particularly lovely for reflection and renewal."

As she handed them the keys, Felicity felt a jolt of recognition. The metal was warm to the touch, and she could sense layers of blessing woven into its very structure. These weren't just room keys—they were talismans, artifacts designed to help their bearers feel safe and protected during vulnerable transformations.

"Thank you," Felicity said, her voice thick with emotion. "We... we don't know how to repay your kindness."

Mrs. Yule's laugh was like silver bells. "Dear child, kindness given freely requires no repayment. Only that you pay it forward when your time comes to help others find their way home."

As they made their way to the ornate elevator, both women felt the hotel's extraordinary nature revealing itself in subtle ways. The corridors seemed to extend further than the building's exterior dimensions should have allowed. Soft music drifted from hidden speakers, melodies that seemed to respond to their emotional states. The very walls pulsed with gentle energy, creating an atmosphere of profound safety and acceptance.

"Third floor," the elevator operator announced cheerfully, though Felicity could have sworn the ancient lift had no visible operator when they'd entered.

Their rooms were indeed adjacent, connected by a shared balcony that overlooked the most beautiful gardens Felicity had ever seen. Even in the growing twilight, she could see paths winding between flower beds that seemed to bloom with impossible colors, fountains that sang with voices like distant chimes, and benches positioned at perfect intervals for contemplation and conversation.

"It's magical," Lynn whispered, standing at the French doors that opened onto the balcony.

"Literally," Felicity agreed, feeling the tesseract's energy responding to the hotel's dimensional properties. The entire structure existed in a state of fluid reality, constantly adapting to the needs of its guests. It was a place where transformation wasn't just possible—it was inevitable.

As they explored their accommodations, both women marveled at the attention to detail. Felicity's room was decorated in shades of blue and silver that seemed to shift and change with the light, while Lynn's featured warm golds and roses that made her weathered features glow with newfound beauty.

"The bathroom," Lynn called out, her voice filled with wonder. "Felicity, you have to see this."

The bathroom was indeed extraordinary—not just for its luxurious appointments, but for the subtle magical properties woven throughout. The mirror seemed to reflect not just physical appearance but inner truth, showing glimpses of the person, one was becoming rather than merely who they appeared to be.

"I think," Lynn said softly, meeting Felicity's eyes in the transformative mirror, "I think I'm ready to discover who I really am."

Felicity smiled, feeling the tesseract pulse with warm approval. "I think you're ready too. And I'll be here to help you every step of the way."

As night fell over the mountains, both women stood on their shared balcony, looking out over the gardens where other guests moved like graceful shadows between the flowering paths. The hotel hummed with quiet energy around them, its supernatural properties creating an atmosphere where anything seemed possible.

The tesseract within Felicity's core settled into harmony with the hotel's dimensional convergence, its infinite energy responding to the promise of community, of belonging, of the family they were about to discover within these ancient walls. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever transformations awaited, they would face them together in this place that had called to them across the vastness of America.

They had found their sanctuary. Now the real work of becoming themselves could begin.