"Girls'" Night In

Chris had difficulty figuring out what to do on a Friday evening. Learning and reading and even doing homework had their places, but those were far too ordinary ways to spend the start of a weekend. Those weren’t the only options, though; he could also go see his family or catch a movie. He had a blood donation scheduled for tomorrow, so he didn’t want to do too much that’d wear out his body.

That’s when he decided not to use his body at all. A quick call to his friend in California to see if he was free that night sealed the deal – Andy said he’d appreciate some company. Well, that settled it! Chris hadn’t seen the guy in a couple of weeks.

“Hey, Rick, I’m going out,” Chris declared, walking through their apartment. Not that his roommate heard. Rick Sheridan was in his normal spot: asleep on the couch. 'It’s barely dark, man.' Whatever, it was his life.

With that, Chris stepped into their bathroom and opened the window before taking a certain amulet out of his pocket. The pink diamond prism that was now famous the world over – and he was never without it. Firstly, he couldn’t risk it falling into the hands of evildoers. Secondly, it was his girlfriend.

'I am flattered', Razor spoke in his head through their telepathic bond. 'This is not what I expected our relationship to be when we met.' Chris didn’t see it coming, either, but he could not have been happier with how it worked out. Despite all the crazy stuff happening in his and Razor’s lives, they’d never regret this. The rhombus began to float above his left palm, and he poked it with his right index finger.

A flash of rose light and discombobulation as Chris’ mind and soul were wrenched from his flesh and uploaded into the female robot that appeared where his human body stood the instant before. His human form had been teleported to cold storage in space or another dimension or something (he was still trying to figure that part out).

“That’s better,” he spoke in the cyborg’s voice, which was authoritative but undeniably womanly. He looked at his hands, which were purple-black and made of something more like synthetic fiber than skin. Ran them up his flanks and to his breasts, which he fondled through the metal armor that held them. Still gave him pleasure after the thousandth time.

The body may have been artificial, but the gratification it gave him was very real.

He pulled himself away from fapping (if that was the right word; this body had no orifices, but the Shi’ar, a very sensual people, programmed it to be as sensitive as an organic being). That could be done any time – any time Rick was out, anyway – whereas this jaunt took more effort.

'I am excited to see Scream', Razor thought as he stepped onto the windowsill. Chris would’ve understood perfectly even without the mental connection they shared. Scream was the only other being on the planet who fully appreciated Razor’s situation. Two alien, feminine entities who were bonded to hapless young human men who stumbled upon them, became superheroes and were now romantically involved with the people that gave them their powers (and turned them into women when they were used).

'When you put it like that, our lives are pretty weird', he thought as he jumped out and began to plummet to the ground.

'You would not have it any other way.' Hell, no! Metal wings shot out of his arms, and the anti-gravity technology activated the second before he hit the alley. Not that anyone noticed, for he always activated this form’s camouflage capabilities before he left this way. Wouldn’t have much of a secret identity if anyone could look up and see Lady Darkhawk coming out of his window!

His internal GPS pinpointed his destination thousands of miles away as he entered the violet clouds. He’d outrace the dusk and end up in LA around an hour after leaving New York. He accelerated faster and faster until he broke the sound barrier somewhere over Jersey. At this speed, gouts of fire licked his android body like a spacecraft breaking the atmosphere. Barely bothered him; thankfully, it took a lot more to make this body feel pain than pleasure.

With the android essentially on autopilot, Chris fell back into his own memories and reflected on all that’d happened in his life recently that wasn’t related to superheroes or gender or any of that good stuff.  Just school, his family, things like that.  Being this almost made them seem trivial, compared to the things he now dealt with, so he made a conscious effort to never overlook them.

And just like that, he was over the Los Angeles urban sprawl, having pulled the sun back over the horizon by flying faster than Earth’s rotation. The only thing left to do was get to Andy’s apartment.

…

Andy plopped down on his sofa with a bottle of Zima after a quick shower. This was the perfect way to unwind after a long day. Didn’t need to organize much for Chris’ arrival, since he had guests over quite often… sort of. One person.

'Your sister counts as a guest, right?' Scream rhetorically asked in his head. He noted the casualness with which she “spoke”. Used to be more formal, but she slowly became more casual. Probably because his lax personality rubbed off with her living in his brain. 'Or it could be because I’m comfortable being around you now.' Sure, that was true.

'Or it could be both,' he quipped, earning an exasperated internal sigh. Yeah, he lived a weird life, though not one he’d trade for anything. That was one reason why Chris may have been his best friend; they had so much in common. And not just the “falling in love with formless aliens and having female superhero personas” thing (though that was admittedly one Hell of a coincidence). No, they also shared plenty of mundanities: being in their early 20s, younger siblings who depended on them, and… parental issues.

He was pulled from his thoughts by rapping on the window. Being several stories up, most reasonable people would assume it to be a bird. They’d almost be right, for “hawk” was in the name.

“Chris!  Good to see you,” Andy said as he flung open the window. “Metaphorically speaking.” Chris had his light-bending camouflage on, so he appeared as a shimmering blur in the air, kind of like the Predator. Scream could pull a similar trick by altering her color from very visible yellow and red to brown building brick while he scaled the wall.

“You too, Andy.” He turned off the disguise, and Lady Darkhawk was there in the flesh… well, metal. It had only been a couple of weeks since they last saw each other, but he still felt excited. They lived on opposite sides of the country, and it wasn’t easy for anyone, even superheroes, to travel that far on the regular.  Alongside that… they could die any day.  It made him wince to think that, but he needed to be realistic. Superheroes died sometimes.

Maybe he thought about this too much. Certainly for tonight; this was supposed to be a fun evening, not a time to be dour.

“Well, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch. “I’ve got Zima, beer and two bottles of chocolate wine.” Those were part of his private reserve, as chocolate was Scream’s favorite food (and what he ate, she ate), but he could part with one of them for the special occasion. Chris rubbed the back of his neck. Without a face, he needed to rely more on body language.

“Is it OK if I stay like this? I’m donating blood tomorrow, and I don’t want my human body to be tired. Maybe that’s stupid, but better safe than sorry, right?” That made sense. If the floor was strong enough to support the android, the sofa could, too.

“That’s fine. It’s great that you’re doing that.” Andy felt himself crack a smile as he sat down, and Chris took a moment to appreciate the posters behind him. He noticed over the past several months that being a superhero made him a better person, too. He knew what people went through, and he tried to be kinder. Doubted he ever would’ve volunteered at the FEAST soup kitchen if not for Scream. “I considered doing that, but then Scream reminded me it might not be such a great idea with little pieces of her floating around in my bloodstream.”

“Probably a good call,” Chris answered, crossing his arms under his boobs, a gesture Andy knew all too well. “I don’t think anyone else needs symbiote powers, especially with Venom around.”  Scream shuddered within him; they still had nightmares about the psycho sometimes. Hopefully it found a better host soon.

An idea suddenly dawned on Andy, one that he couldn’t believe he’d never thought of before! He and Chris fought dastardly villains as their superheroine personas, but they also did simpler things in those forms. Why not do that together?

“How about we have a ‘girls’ night in’?” Chris cocked his head to the side, and Andy thought he saw his visor/eye light up confusion. “C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t do homework or watch TV as a woman.” He wasn’t suggesting they have sex or anything weird (though he had to admit that Lady Darkhawk was a looker, same as Scream). It might be fun to do mundane things with that twist, though. This wasn’t who either of them truly were, since they liked themselves and their true bodies well enough, but it was still fun.

'I’d be up for that,' Scream chimed in.

“Uh, well, yeah, I do.” Andy gave a knowing nod. “Razor says she thinks it’d be interesting. Why not?” Great! Maybe this would turn out to be stupid, but he fought a guy who wore a flaming pumpkin on his head – hard to get dumber than that. He and Chris would need to cede control of their bodies to their significant others later so Scream and Razor could have a conversation with each other without needing to play telephone via their humans.

But that could happen later in the night, after the guys had their turn.

Scream burst from his pores and wrapped his body in a silky yellow cocoon. Still felt amazing after the thousandth time as his body was supplanted by something far stronger. In just a moment, a human man was replaced by an alien woman with killer hair. Like, he could literally kill people with it – though he’d never do that, of course. Would’ve groped his breasts a little, or at least rubbed his smooth legs together, as was tradition, but Chris didn’t need to see that.

“You’re looking good,” Chris joked, joining him on the couch and passing the Zima. Lady Darkhawk didn’t have a mouth or stomach, so that made catering easier. He took the carafe in his right hand and cracked it open with his prehensive tongue, which was stronger than most people’s hands! Caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass, with his white eyespots staring out from an ebon face. It made his new skin crawl when he first found out that, on some genetic level, him plus Scream equaled “sexy monster” when melded, but now it was second nature.

His only regret about it was that the world’s first female superhero was not a woman, no matter what “she” appeared to be. When he came clean – and he would, as soon as he became brave enough – he’d never stop living it down.

“Same to you,” Andy replied with a voice like rain after he downed the whole thing. “So, what do you want to do first?”  Chris pointed to the black rectangle in front of his television.

“Do you have Mortal Kombat?  That’s one of my favorites.”

“No, but I do have Street Fighter. Gimme a minute.” He kept the games for his Sega Genesis in a box under the TV cabinet. Strands of prehensile, symbiotic hair reached over, opening the thing and looking for him. It’d be quicker to just go over and search the way a normal person would, but they had plenty of time… and it was fun to flex on his friend.

He finally got the Street Fighter cartridge out, inserted into the console and got the Genesis powered on using only his hair. Felt himself grinning a goofy smile with his fanged mouth. “Showoff,” Chris muttered. The bird got up and grabbed the two controllers himself, tossing Andy one as he settled onto the couch with his left foot up on the cushion.

“Be sure not to break that controller when I kick your ass,” Andy teased, leaning forward and feeling his boobs bounce a little as he did. “Don’t worry, though, I won’t make you pay for it.”

“In your dreams.”