You know the old saying, there's a sucker born every minute? Well, I discovered the truth of that one all too well recently.

You see, I used to go out in my van and fix problems in the telephone lines, just like in the song Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell. Most of the time, it wasn't difficult work, although it could be time consuming after a big storm went through the area, but that's life, ya know?

This seemed to be a day like any other, I was headed out to check a few sites, one of which had a malfunctioning transformer.

Yeah, I know it's odd, but I work from a base office in Wichita, Kansas, what can I say? That darn song again, geez Louise!

Anyway, I made sure that all of the equipment and tools were in the van, then I headed out to my first stop.

That one wasn't too hard, a line had tangled on a high tree limb, I used a small chainsaw to cut the limb, then untangled the line.

The next one was fairly easy, too. It required a bit of tightening on a line that had been separating from a transformer.

It was the third one that changed my life in ways that I had never even thought of, let alone wished for or desired.

Yep, the third one was that malfunctioning transformer. If I had only known, I likely would have hightailed it out of there.

I didn't, though, and so I went to the place where Fate would take her own hand in my life, turning it completely upside down.

I made sure, when I checked the transformer after I arrived there, that it had been shut down. Nothing should have happened, but...

I guess I had been working on the transformer for several minutes when my hair literally stood up on end all over my body. The transformer had somehow turned on, there was a direct power source going into it, and an open electrical line in my hand. Oh, sweet holy shit!

In the next second or two, the world turned white, then blue, then pink, then white again as the electricity raged through my body. At the same time, my ears rang as a massive explosion occurred, then I heard nothing more. I have no idea if it lasted much longer than that, as I passed out while still being fried by the electrical charges from the open line and didn't wake up until much, much later in the hospital.

A truck driver passing by managed to haul me away from the now fried and destroyed transformer, then called 911.

I'm told the paramedics showed up about ten minutes after that, loaded me on a stretcher and raced to the nearest hospital.

"Patient is James Richard Stevens, 31 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", 170 lbs. according to driver's licence. He was brought in just now with what appears to be third degree electrical burns on nearly 90% of his body, including parts of the head. No hair on patient's head.

"Truck driver that called 911 said that patient was flopping around as if electricity was arcing in and out of the body when he found him.

"Paramedics had to use the defibrillator three times on the trip to the hospital, once more as they arrived here, as patient's heart kept stopping.

"Patient arrived at hospital completely naked. According to truck driver, the man's clothes had been turned to ash by whatever happened."

"Strange, no clothes as I said already, but the rubber and plastic extra large fanny pack with his tools and wallet was only partially destroyed, nurse is removing it from patient. I've just been informed by a paramedic that he is just as they first saw him, they were only able to identify him due to the wallet being inside the fanny pack, rather than in his back pocket where most men put theirs on a daily basis.

"Patient is breathing on his own, although it sounds rather ragged. I'm ordering an oxygen mask as a precautionary measure.

"Nurse is putting the oxygen mask on the patient. Oh, my, get that off him now, or do you want to blow up the whole hospital?

"Whew, that was close, oxygen mask is a major NO GO, patient began throwing large arcs of electricity when the mask was applied. Oh, dear, it looks like that mask is done for, talk about melting something until it looks completely alien. Wow, we really need to be careful here.

"Interestingly, patient is not reacting to machines being used to monitor him, even though all of them use electricity to function.

"Wait, there's something different about him... Holy shit, his hair is growing in again and extremely fast, too!"

"Hair is still growing, just past the chin now, showing no sign of stopping. Patient's eyes are changing colour, now a bright glowing silver. Damn, that looks odd, hair is now down to chest area on the patient... Oh, my, that just can't be happening! Hoowhee! He's growing breasts!

"This is beyond weird, if you ask me. If I didn't know that supers existed, I'd think I was hallucinating. Perhaps this is a new one?"

"Changes are progressing, patient's body is reshaping itself, conforming to a more female shape, and a rather nice one, too.

"Hair is now changing colour. Ooookay, this is hard to believe, but I'm seeing it with my own eyes. Patient's hair is now waist length and finally appears to be slowing down growth wise. Colour of the hair is very interesting, silver, gold, and flame red, all in lightning patterns.

"Other changes are continuing, patient appears to be entirely female now, patient's height doesn't seem to have changed at all.

"Patient is now fully female and seems to be stabilizing rather nicely, breathing is much better than it was earlier, almost normal again.

"As patient appears quite healthy, with all machines showing optimal measurements, patient is being moved to a room."

When I woke up, the uncovered window in the room showed that night had fallen at some point while I was unconscious or perhaps dead.

I was honestly surprised to be alive after that, it's not every day that one survives being fried by an open line connected to a live transformer.

It only took a few seconds, when I first tried to move, then I noticed that things had changed quite a lot while I was out of it.

I mean, what would you think? Get fried as a nice, tall, hunky guy, then wake up that night as a sex bomb girl wearing only a hospital gown?

Yep, sex bomb was all too accurate, 36DD weapons on line, about a 25 inch waist, and maybe 35 inch hips. That was only the start of it, though, I could feel the hair behind me. I pulled a bunch of it in front to take a look. Oh, wow, that's definitely an unusual set of colours. Long, too.

They were obviously monitoring me on cameras somewhere, as I wasn't hooked up to any hospital equipment as far as I could see. A nurse came running into the room, followed by a female doctor who was yelling at me to get back into the bed. I laughed at her.

"Why should I? I feel pretty good, although I wasn't expecting the breasts and long hair. Hell, I wasn't expecting to be alive, darn it!"

"You know what happened to you, I gather. You're a living, walking, breathing miracle, lady."

"Yep, I know. A transformer that I had shut down somehow came back online while I was holding an open electrical line, Doc."

"What the hell?" came the gasp from a male walking down the hallway. "This is Jim Stevens' room, right?" the guy asked.

"Hiya, Lorne," I replied. "If the name on the outside of the door says James Stevens, then yeah, it's my room. Come on in."

Lorne walked in, spluttering, "But... but... you're a girl! Hot damn, you're a hell of a good looking one, too. Too bad I'm married," he whined.

"I just found out that I'm a girl a few minutes ago, then the nurses and doctors came charging in here. Don't need them now," I growled.

Oh, dear, I'm going to have to tone it down a lot. If a little growl like that can make a man drool like Lorne is right now, I'm in deep trouble.

"Hey, doc, can I get something decent to eat, please? I'm ravenous. Heck, bring me two trays, I'm gonna need them!"

"You aren't going to cause any trouble while I call down for the food, are you?" she asked as she turned toward the open doorway.

"Not a chance, doc, all that I want right now is plenty of good food and something decent to wear, this thing is useless!" I whined.

The doctor nodded, taking me at my word, I suppose and left the room. The nurse shrugged her shoulders and followed the doctor.

Perhaps nine minutes later, a young man wheeled one of those moveable tray stands that slide over hospital beds into the room. He pulled it up right to the edge of the bed, then stated in a rather nice sounding baritone voice, "Double order roast beef, potato, green beans, jello."

I politely thanked him and he left the room. Lorne hadn't said anything since the women had left, he was ogling me rather obviously.

"Hey, Lorne, my face is up here, hmmm? I know I have nice breasts, but I would prefer it if you looked at me, not them, thanks!" I hissed.

Oops, I freaked him out again! That was just a hint of displeasure and he's looking like he's been backed into a corner.

I sighed, which seemed to cause him to stop trying to hide in the corner by the door. "Sorry, Lorne, but that bothers me a lot."

He nodded and decided to sit down in the lone chair in the room. I took a bite of the roast beef. Ugh! This was cooked?

I have no idea how it happened, but my hand grew warm and several small flashes of bright light were visible for a moment.

It stopped almost as soon as it started. I shrugged and tasted the meat again. It was much better now, just slightly charred, perfect!

I managed to produce that effect again when I finished the roast beef on the first tray and picked the beef up from the second one.

Lorne looked up at me, he seemed rather startled as he asked, "Did you... ummmm... did you... just... fry that meat a bit?"

I giggled as I put the meat down, then answered him, "Something like that. I seem to be able to generate electricity when I want it."

"Oookay. If you can do that, that would make you one of those supers that started appearing fairly recently. Far out, man!" The last bit of that came out in a hoarse shout that I'm sure could have been heard three or four rooms down the hall, if not further.

A nurse popped her head in the door, took a quick look, then asked us to keep the noise down as people were still sleeping.

She left just as fast, leaving Lorne and I alone again. That didn't last long, I had barely started eating when a big guy walked in the room.

I knew right away who he was, he's been in the news dozens of times for things he's done. Who was it? Commander Ares, who else?

"Hiya, kid. So you're the new super. Quite the dish, too. Why does it smell like something electrical went funky in here?" Ares enquired.

"That was likely me. It seems my traumatic incident yesterday enabled some form of electrical based powers in me. I find it interesting. As to why it smells like that, well, I used a wee bit of electricity I generated through my hands to cook the roast beef a bit, it started out half raw."

"Half raw? You do realize that they cook all meat to a specific temperature as required to ensure it is cooked all the way through?" he asked.

"Yeah, I know that," I responded, "But it still tasted half raw to me. Well, it did until I cooked it a bit more," I giggled.

I took another bite of my now properly cooked roast beef, then asked Lorne when I had swallowed it, "You replace the transformer, Lorne?"

Lorne nodded, "Yeah, it took us about four hours to get the new one hooked up properly. Ten blocks were without power for nearly five hours."

"That's not too bad, I suppose. Just be thankful that transformer didn't blow other ones when it exploded. It sure wasn't fun on my end."

"At least you're alive, even if you are a whole hell of a lot different than the guy I knew and worked with just a couple of days ago," Lorne said.

Ares had listened to Lorne and I, now he asked, "Is it too soon for you to have picked a name for yourself?"

"Hmmm," I thought on it for a moment, then giggled like a madwoman for a minute or three before I could stand up straight again and draw enough breath to ask him, "Have you ever heard the song by Glen Campbell called Wichita Lineman?"

Ares nodded, "Nice song, more of my mom or dad's style, though. Why? Oh, wait... We're in Wichita, I assume that's part of your nick?"

"Yeah. It's especially appropriate as I was a lineman here, but now I'm more of a linegirl, ya know? So... Wichita Linegirl."

"You willing to pay royalties to Glen's estate for using that name? If not, you're going to have problems all over the place."

"As long as the royalty amounts aren't insane, Ares, I think I can handle it. Well, once I can get access to my bank accounts, that is."

"You're doing that well on a lineman's pay?" Lorne squawked, his eyes bugging out in surprise.

"Nope, but I did put a little bit from every check over the last twelve years into a bunch of stocks that have done very, very well," I grinned.

"Just how well are we talking about?" Ares questioned me.

"Hmmm... Last time I checked my accounts, the total was slightly over $127.46 million US, Ares," I replied and then broke into giggles again.

Uh oh, big oops. That must have been quite the surprise, as both men just fainted. "Nurse," I yelled, "I need a nurse in here RIGHT NOW!"

It didn't take long, maybe thirty seconds, before two nurses came into the room at a dead run, the first tripping over Ares on the floor. She managed to grab the side of the bed and prevent herself from falling. The two nurses soon brought the men around, then left the room.

Lorne sat in the chair, still shaking, I guess he was rather shocked. Ares recovered much more quickly, soon looking like his normal self.

"Sorry about that, guys. Hey, Ares, I'm going to need a costume, and it has to have at least one lightning bolt on it, got it, buster?"

Oh, dear, I really need to watch my temper. It seems, when I get upset or angry, I throw off electrical charges. Damn, I really need to stop scaring the heck out of folks, and I'll bet it isn't helping things when I leave smoking holes in the ceiling and walls.

Maybe tomorrow will be better? I'll let you know as soon as I find out.

That darn hospital forced me to stay there for nearly three more days, even though I was obviously in completely perfect health!

Ahhh, well, I had a bed to sleep on, food to eat, a TV with silly shows on it to watch all day. Oh, and visits from Commander Ares. It seems he really wants me to go to this Compound on the edge of the city to find out just what I can do beyond leaving scorch marks on walls.

What has me annoyed right now is that most of the time I spent in this darn hospital was due to having to wait to see the psychologist. I know I'm all right, heck, you folks out there probably can tell that I'm fine, but no, they say I have to see this crazy doctor before I can leave.

Yeah, so it's been nearly three days of sitting in this bed, getting bored out of my mind.

The one good thing, I guess, is that my lawyer Bart Sims showed up yesterday morning, had me sign a few forms and informed me that all of my accounts will be transferred to my new identity within three business days, and that ID won't be a problem as my change was witnessed.

Heck, it couldn't have been much more public than what I saw afterward, although how that reporter got in there is a darn good question!

So I've been talking with Commander Ares when he has time to wander by, and he says I seem to be a new Super.

I asked him about these Supers. His response was they are people who've gained special abilities, some use them for good, some don't. He used examples like E-Girl, who is quite well known by now, and the Fluke, who twists luck into new pretzel shapes all the time.

Oh, my, there's someone by the entrance to the room, she's wearing a white doctor's coat, maybe she's the psych I have to see?

I could seriously do without having to jump through silly hoops like this. I mean, damn, there's another scorch mark on the walls? Oh, dear!

It turned out that the woman in the white coat was indeed the psychologist, an older woman named Dr. Morrow.

She gave me a quick once over before asking me not to make the obvious joke about her name. I just shrugged and waited.

We ended up talking for a while, especially about how I felt about being alive, as a girl, after being pretty much turned to a crisp.

I gave her the facts, including that the damn transformer shouldn't have done what it had obviously done just before it went bang in my face.

She countered that with the remark that, from what various technical people had learned, it was a rather odd trigger event. When she said trigger, I giggled, that was just sooo lame, but in effect, whatever caused that transformer to turn on at that point was still unknown.

We ended our little chat with her informing me that I would be free to go fairly soon, likely within a couple of hours. She shrugged when I asked why it couldn't be sooner, replying that the doctor who would need to sign the forms to release me was busy doing hospital rounds.

I admit that that irritated me a fair bit, enough that I sparked rather significantly, the spark just missing Dr. Morrow as she stood up to leave.

She sighed, then flashed me a brief smile, "I'm sorry that you feel upset about having to wait even longer, but he's in charge of your case."

With that, she waved back at me as she walked out of the room, leaving me fretting on that goldarned hospital bed.

It ended up being almost three hours later before I was finally free to leave. My lawyer, Bart, was waiting near the hospital entrance. When I walked out through the door, he smiled, stepped close and handed me a small folder, saying, "There's temporary IDs in there. The other lawyers who work on your behalf suggested keeping the name fairly similar to your old one, so you are now Jamie Raquel Stevens, okay?"

I thought about it for a moment, then nodded as I replied, "I assume keeping it similar will help simplify the transition process?"

It was his turn to nod, "That's right, it's extremely hard to deny live video footage of something like your transformation, kid."

I shook my head, twisted slightly to one side, then slapped Bart on the shoulder, knocking him several feet away in the process. He picked himself up a moment later, looking at me as if to ask what he had done, and I said quite simply, "Don't me call me kid again, Bart."

That was when he sniffed the air, then twisted his head to look at the shoulder of his suit jacket, which now had a large scorched area on it.

I looked at Bart again, then repeated it just to make it clear, "I may be a lot younger looking now, Bart, but I am in no way a kid."

He sighed, then nodded, picked up the larger folder from which he had pulled my ID items, then he turned and gestured, "After, you, Jamie."

I still had the items from my fanny pack, which included the keys to my four bedroom house in one of the better areas of the city.

Bart led me to a fairly new SUV, then pulled the gentleman act of opening the passenger door for me. I just laughed and climbed into the car.

The trip to my house from the hospital didn't take very long, less than fifteen minutes, then Bart was parking on the street.

He looked at me for a good minute or two after the vehicle had stopped, then smiled briefly and said, "Take care of yourself, Jamie."

I nodded, opened my door, stepped down from the vehicle, shut the door and watched him drive away. He's a good guy, if a bit silly at times.

I wasn't in the house for long, I just wanted to make sure everything was as I had left it before my life had changed so completely.

Commander Ares had given me the number for the Compound. I called there and said that I was on my way, then walked to the den near the back of the house where I kept my safe. I opened it, looked at the items in it, then grabbed the keys to the Jaguar F-type convertible.

I left the house via the door into the garage, then unlocked the car, hopped in, started it, and a moment later, was off and running.

I must have been a sight to see, an absolutely gorgeous girl with tri-colour hair in a gleaming red new Jaguar purring down the city streets.

When I arrived at the Compound, it only took a very brief moment before I was through their gates and rolling into the underground garage.

I looked around in surprise, the space was quite big, easily two hundred feet or more on each of five sides. No problems with parking here!

There was an elevator near the center of the garage area, I walked over to it and pressed the up button.

It arrived perhaps thirty seconds later, completely soundless, then before I could figure out which button to hit, it started moving again.

I was slightly startled as it rose toward one of the levels of the building, even more startled when I heard Commander Ares' voice.

"Don't be worried, Jamie, you're hearing me through a speaker in the elevator car. I know about your name, as I'm also a client of Bart's."

"Ooookay, that's nice to know, but you're darn lucky I wasn't startled much. I don't think the elevator would handle an electrical bolt well."

Well, now I know that Commander Ares has a sense of humour; he actually laughed, a good, solid belly laugh, after I said that.

I guess the elevator didn't go very far, it hadn't been moving fast. The doors opened and I exited into a large open concept room. I noticed that the elevator was enclosed within an internal wall near a corner of the room itself, with a rather large bar extending along the wall beside it.

Commander Ares was sitting on a bar stool in front of the bar itself, a bottle of a rather fine Scotch whiskey in front of him.

I made my way over to the bar, taking the stool next to Ares as he upended two shot glasses, then poured the whiskey.

We sat there, making idle conversation for a little while before Ares decided to get down to business.

It didn't take long for him to outline the tests they wanted me to do. My only worry was the damage I might do with my electrical charges.

He shrugged as he led me back to the elevator, then inserted a key and pressed a button for the third level basement.

The trip down to that level took a moment, the two of us saying nothing as the car descended.

Before we started the testing, I informed Commander Ares about how I seemed to be significantly stronger than I was before I changed. A quick session on a weight machine specifically for stronger Supers showed I can dead lift about 800 pounds. Heck, yeah, I'm way stronger now.

Well, the testing was a whole bunch of fun. It's a darn good thing that I found out i can actually pull in electrical energy, I needed it, honestly!

He had me discharging electrical bolts at a rather interesting wall, or more correctly, a force field of some kind.

He grinned when I asked if the electrical energy I was using would harm it, shaking his head as if to say no. I nodded and upped the intensity.

It seems I can launch the electrical energy much like a lightning bolt, sometimes single ones, sometimes multiple, as many as six at once.

I can also hold the electrical energy close to myself, allowing it to build and form a rather large bright ball that I eventually have to release.

Yeah, it was after letting go of one of those that I found out I could actually pull in raw electrical energy, I did it by draining a very big battery? Well, when I think of a battery, about the biggest I might consider is a car battery, but the one I drained was much, much larger than that!

I know I startled someone at the monitoring area, as Commander Ares was quickly asked to get me to stop what I was doing.

Once they explained about that battery being the electrical energy storage they used for keeping the Compound off the city grid, I giggled.

Perhaps ten minutes later, one of the techs informed us that I had drained from it, in just a few brief moments, more than 50 million kilojoules.

I have to tell ya that I felt pretty darn good at that point. If flight had been one of the gifts I had received, I would have been flying right then!

It turns out that I can also transfer the electrical energy from one location to another by pulling it through my center, I think?

I'm not really sure how to describe it, except that I'm not visibly showing any of the energy through the process. It's really weird!

There was some other testing, most of it to determine how far I could throw my various electrical bolts or bursts.

The one other facet of my electrical energy that surprised me was that I can apparently use some of that energy to form a shield/bubble of sorts. Obviously, I was safe inside it, but they asked me to test it out using Commander Ares as a guinea pig and he came out of it unharmed.

Someone also suggested I see just how much free electrical energy I could pull in, the result was an astounding 1.27 trillion kilojoules.

I have no idea why I wasn't glowing like a sun at that point.

I actually glared at Commander Ares and grumbled for a moment when I was told I had to return the energy to its original locations.

Once the testing was finished, Commander Ares and I returned to the bar for a drink or three, then I drove home.

Hmmm... it seems the electrical energy that I hold negates the effect of alcohol. I didn't even have the beginning of a buzz from the drinks.

I'm not sure just what I want to do at this point. I'm rich enough that I don't need to work, maybe I can just enjoy life for a while.

It might be interesting to work with other supers, people like E-Girl and Commander Ares, but I need to get used to being the new me first. I just realized, I spoke to him before about getting an outfit made in case I join them, and I still don't know if anything is being done about that!

I'm young again, well, younger than I was a few days ago by a good dozen years. There is a whole world waiting for me out there!

It's been interesting, I've spent the last few days wandering around the city with Commander Ares or E-Girl or someone else from the Compound. I'm still a raw newb there as far as they are all concerned, but they admit my electrical skills have come in handy now and then.

Like the time that Dr. Destructo was trying to rob one of our big banks, bringing along a bunch of minor villains in pretty shoddy clothing and gear, then had those idiots start firing submachine guns at us right out in the darn street, with people wandering here, there and everywhere!

As soon as we could see that they were just firing anywhere to create a disturbance, we split up and started removing the idiots.

I didn't notice until after I had dropped one guy that the helmet he'd been wearing was steel. Let's just say that a direct hit on a steel item like that from an electrical bolt of about 10,000 kilojoules has a rather nasty effect on what is UNDER the helmet. I puked right there on the street.

There was a Compound Super nearby who kept an eye on me for a moment as I shook off what I had just done while defending the city.

We couldn't stand by for long, there were easily another dozen guys like that scattered around the bank still firing into the crowds.

It wasn't fun after that, but I couldn't just let people be hurt by some dastardly mastermind like Dr. Destructo and his minions, could I?

I ended up frying two more guys like that first one because both idiots ducked just as I sent out my bolts. Not my fault, those times.

Once we were all back at the Compound after finally forcing Dr. Destructo to leave without any money, I hit the washrooms pretty fast. I'd been in there for a few minutes, I think, when someone opened the stall door, then carefully pulled my hair back as I threw up yet again.

I didn't know her at all. Once I'd finished with the heaves, I wiped my face with some toilet paper, then stood and thanked her for her help. I was still feeling a bit unsteady, so I swayed a bit as I tried to walk over to the counter, where I wanted to rinse my face properly.

I got another surprise as a second woman who had also followed me in handed me a package of wet wipes. I was busy for the next few minutes with cleaning my face and using a wet wipe to clean up the bits of my hair that hadn't evaded my earlier bit of not fun in the toilet.

After thanking both women, I managed to leave the bathroom without stumbling or falling, for which I was thankful.

Well, things became just a bit odd that same night after I was involved in the incident I described here a short time ago.

I had gone home after talking with Commander Ares, the Doctor and some of the other Supers, many of whom lived at the Compound.

After a light meal, all that my stomach could tolerate at the time, I was in bed and off to dreamland. That's when it became odd.

It took me a little bit longer to get to sleep than usual, but I don't think that had anything to do with what happened.

Well, the simple fact is that I had a dream. Yes, a dream, specifically one going back to the point when I changed and became female.

The dream started as I looked down and saw myself on that gurney, with the doctor just starting his examination of me.

A shape appeared next to me, then took form as a semi-wise looking older man holding something that looked like a lightning bolt in one hand. I was standing there, gaping at him, when he introduced himself as Zeus, and looking down at my body, asked if I wished to live again.

I thought that I had misheard him and asked him about it, he replied, saying that I had died on the table and time was in stasis briefly. At that point, he asked again if I wanted to live, I replied that I did, and he said that he would gift me once I was awake and aware again.

He vanished around that time, I was still looking down at the gurney, the doctor seemingly stopped in mid-word.

I have no honest idea how I might have known, but I turned just as another being appeared next to me, this one a female.

She looked at me, looked at my body, looked at me again, grinned mischievously and said, "Time for you to return there, enjoy your new life!"

That was when I woke up briefly. New life? It sure couldn't get much newer than this, I mused as I looked down at myself.

Interestingly, I wasn't upset at what she had done, or how she might have done it. Being as I am now just felt right, deep down in my soul.

When I woke up the next morning, I checked sites showing the Olympian gods and that is how I learned the woman in the dream was Tyche.

I shook my head and took my time in making a big breakfast, I have to replace the energy I use somehow, right?

I heard the bell at my front door go off as I finished eating. I looked at the video screens and noticed an older male delivering a box.

I went and opened the front door, at which point I had to sign for the box, acknowledging there was no damage to it or its contents.

I took the box inside, closing the door behind me, and placed it on the kitchen table.

I keep all kinds of useful things either in the kitchen, the office or my small workroom, which is where I found a simple utility knife.

The box was soon open, and ofter pulling up some of the wrapping, I noticed what looked to be a medium blue coloured girl's jumpsuit.

I grinned, I'd been waiting for this since I was in the hospital, it seems Commander Ares has some very helpful friends or staff over there.

I shook the clothing out, letting it slither downward as I held it by the shoulders. Damn, it looked like it would be quite snug.

But it was the three crossed lightning bolts and the name Bzzzzappp scrolling across them that made my grin even wider.

I just had to try it on, to see how it looked, yeah? Like I said, it turned out to be very snug, revealing every single one of my body's curves.

A quick look in the box made me laugh, there were a total of three more outfits just like this one in there. The boys will drool for sure.

I ended up in the Compound again this morning, Commander Ares wanted me to spend some time in the command center of the building.

I actually was able to spend some time with E-Girl, who helped me to deal with the deaths of those idiots at the bank robbery yesterday.

At some point, an alarm went off, then a video screen flickered on, showing some aliens delivering their strange message to our world.

Within minutes of the message ending, reports from various cities across the world were showing huge numbers of new "supers" and the havoc they were wreaking as their abilities often were triggered without conscious control. Pandemonium ensued and insanity reigned.

Commander Ares and a fair number of other "Supers" in the Compound raced out to help wherever they could.

I called out to one who was about to teleport, saying, "Take me with you, I may be able to keep you safe in whatever happens."

He grabbed my arm, and in a flicker of my eye, we were looking down on hordes of people ravaging New York City.

Then my work in helping to save the world on that fateful day began.

Just as we landed on a quiet street corner away from all of the current ruckus, we were confronted by a rather elegantly dressed male, wearing clothing that seemed to hark back to the Victorian age. He named himself as the Red Baron, and I unwittingly gasped in surprise.

Then he had the gall to try to convince me, in the presence of another Compound Super, to change sides and fight for evil!

As an answer, I allowed some free electrical energy to form around me, fashioning it into a ball in my hand, then pointed at him.

"Leave now, or I might be forced to take you in as an aide or accomplice to whatever harm is caused here today!"

That was when he surprised me. He nodded and bowed to me, saying, "As you wish, my lady," then vanished.

I kept that ball of electrical energy ready. I figured it would be needed soon enough, then the first wave of the ravening hordes reached us.