Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 7: Catalyst

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

What confession does Lynn make to Felicity that makes all the difference?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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The Greyhound bus wound through the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, its diesel engine laboring against the increasing elevation. Outside the tinted windows, the landscape had transformed from the flat expanses of Kansas into rolling hills dotted with pine trees and granite outcroppings. The air felt different here—thinner, somehow more alive with possibility.

Felicity pressed her palm against the cool glass, watching the terrain change with each mile. The tesseract within her core had been stirring more frequently since they'd crossed into Colorado, its infinite energy responding to something in the mountains ahead. She couldn't name what she was feeling, but it was growing stronger with each passing hour.

"We're getting close," Lynn said softly from the aisle seat, her voice carrying a note of wonder that matched Felicity's own sense of anticipation.

The bus hit a particularly steep grade, and Lynn winced as she adjusted her position. The movement caught Felicity's attention—not just the physical discomfort, but the way Lynn's entire bearing seemed to shift when she thought no one was watching. Her shoulders would relax slightly, her posture would soften, and for brief moments, the careful masculine presentation would slip away entirely.

"The altitude affects everyone differently," Felicity offered, though she sensed Lynn's discomfort went much deeper than thin air.

Lynn's smile was grateful but tinged with something that might have been desperation. "It's not just the altitude. It's..." She paused, seeming to wrestle with herself. "Do you ever feel like you're carrying a weight that isn't yours to bear?"

The question hit Felicity with unexpected force. She thought of her own journey—the transformation from pure energy to flesh, the identity given to her by the Goddess, the sense of purpose she was still learning to understand. In a way, she was carrying the weight of who she was meant to become.

"Every moment," she admitted. "But maybe that's not such a terrible thing. Maybe carrying that weight is what makes us strong enough to become who we're meant to be."

Lynn's eyes brightened with something that looked like hope. "You have such an interesting way of looking at things. Most people would tell me to just accept what I've been given and be grateful for it."

The bus crested a hill, and suddenly the view expanded to reveal the true majesty of the Colorado Rockies. Snow-capped peaks stretched to the horizon, their faces catching the afternoon light in ways that made them seem almost alive. Both women fell silent, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of beauty before them.

"It's magnificent," Felicity breathed, and felt the tesseract pulse in agreement.

"It feels like home," Lynn whispered, and there was something in her voice that made Felicity turn to look at her fully.

In that moment, with the mountain light streaming through the window and highlighting her features, Felicity saw past the surface presentation to the truth beneath. Through her dimensional sight, she could perceive the radiant feminine energy that Lynn carried—beautiful, strong, and completely authentic. It was like seeing someone remove a mask they'd been wearing for so long they'd forgotten what lay underneath.

"Lynn," Felicity said carefully, her voice filled with growing understanding, "who are you when no one else is watching?"

The question hung in the air between them, loaded with possibility and risk. Lynn's breath caught, and for a moment her carefully constructed facade cracked wide open. Her voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper.

"I'm... I'm someone who has been waiting her whole life to be seen."

The word her resonated through the bus like a struck bell. Felicity felt the tesseract within her core blaze with sudden intensity, responding to the moment of truth, the courage it took to speak one's authentic self into existence.

"I see you," Felicity said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of absolute conviction. "I see exactly who you are, and she's beautiful."

Lynn's eyes filled with tears that she didn't try to hide this time. "You really mean that?"

"I mean it more than anything I've ever said," Felicity replied. "And I want to help you become who you're meant to be. Whatever that takes, whatever that looks like."

As the words left her lips, something fundamental shifted in the universe around them. The tesseract's energy surged, not just responding to the emotional connection but transforming because of it. Felicity felt her abilities awakening—not the dramatic manifestation she might have expected, but a subtle deepening of her capacity to perceive truth, to offer healing, to create spaces where authenticity could flourish.

Lynn reached across the narrow aisle and took her hand. "I don't know what I did to deserve meeting you, but I'm grateful beyond words."

"We found each other," Felicity said simply. "That's how family works, isn't it? We find each other when we need each other most."

The bus continued its climb into the mountains, carrying them toward whatever destiny awaited. But now they were no longer just two strangers on a journey—they were two souls who had recognized each other across the vast loneliness of the world, each offering the other the gift of authentic sight.

The tesseract hummed with quiet satisfaction, its infinite energy responding to the bonds of chosen family beginning to form. This was what the Goddess had meant about helping others become who they truly were. This was the catalyst that would unlock not just Felicity's abilities, but her understanding of what it meant to love someone completely—shadows and light, struggle and triumph, the person they were and the person they were becoming.

Outside the window, the Rocky Mountains rose like ancient guardians, their peaks touching the sky. Inside the bus, two women sat hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their journey toward authentic selfhood.

The catalyst was complete. The real adventure was just beginning.