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Cameron sighed as he thought about his life and everything about it for what seemed to be the hundredth time in his apartment. He didn’t know how often he had done this, only that he had been doing it a lot more lately. Every time he would be in such a funk that it felt like he was going to suffocate in a sea of failure and depression that he couldn't do anything about .

When he was younger, Cameron felt like he could take on the world without any issue, as if the sky was the limit. That so long as he put his mind to it he could make it, like when he wanted to make a wooden pirate ship with wheels that he wanted to see in a cartoon. Now though…it felt like he was staring at another life, one with so much potential that he had wasted.

Now he couldn’t help but question all of his bonds and what was going on in his life. He was at a job that he hated and wanted out of, but unfortunately for him he just couldn’t get out of. He had lost count of the number of interviews that he had done only to fail or never even hear back from them. The connections that he had made over the years had seemed promising at first and yet it only seemed to last a couple of months at most before they no longer talked to each other for one reason or another. It was daunting as all of those failed relationships rushed  to the forefront of his mind.

His phone buzzed and Cameron held back a sigh, feeling as if he already knew who it was that was contacting him. He looked down and just as he expected it was from his friend Michael. He looked at the message curiously.

“Hey I’ll be over soon then we can play some games, watch a movie, or whatever you want,” Michael said.

A thin smile came to Cameron despite it all. Michael was the best friend that he had in the world. He was the only connection that he felt was real. Still just having one strong bond didn’t make up for it all, at least completely. There was only so much that one good friend could make up for with everything going on. Michael shouldn’t have been wasting his time focusing on him when he could have been doing something more productive or spent his time with people that mattered more to him. Perhaps it was selfish of him, but he was happy that he was coming over. It would help to liven up the night, at least a little bit. They had always been best friends sharing interests and hobbies. He was always outgoing and confident while Michael was more shy and reserved. Now though it felt like their roles had reversed..

Cameron sighed as he lounged on the couch of his apartment, staring up at the roof, wondering how much longer it would be before Michael arrived. He didn’t even have the energy to turn on the tv with how he felt right now. The room was already nice enough since he had cleaned it yesterday when he had a bit more energy running through his body.

The need for drink continued to get stronger for him and with what felt like a monstrous amount of will he managed to force himself off the couch. He stood up and stretched, his body letting out soft little pops as he moved and a small bit of energy came over him. Besides he wanted to make sure that he had enough drinks or at least something for them to eat. At worst they could always order and save themselves the trouble of trying to cook something.

He entered the kitchen and then noticed something off among the paperwork on the counter. Laying on top of them  was a black domino mask like from an old cartoon. He took a step closer and rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn’t just some hallucination that his mind had conjured up from boredom and yet it remained.

Cameron picked it up and examined the mask intently, wondering where it had come from. There was no way that it was his and he was almost certain it couldn’t be Michaels.. He turned it around wondering if he would find a tag or something, but he couldn’t even find that.

“Did Michael seriously leave this here?” That was the only possibility that he could think of and It wasn’t like he had anyone else here and he definitely would  remember buying this. Unlike the others that he had seen this one didn’t have a piece of string to keep it together.

As he twirled it around in his hands he noticed that there was a slight stickiness to it, as if it had been dipped in glue or something. He was able to pull his fingers off without any issue, and saw that it didn’t even leave a slight mark.

“I always wondered how they kept these on,” Cameron muttered. It made sense why it would remain where it was in the middle of a superhero show, but in real life. There had to be a sticky substance or something, though against his fingers it didn’t feel like there was anything on it.

A small childish idea came to him that he couldn’t resist. He brought it up to his face and rested perfectly on his nose. A snort came from Cameron, who couldn’t help but feel a little silly that he was wearing it, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel a little nice, as if he was a true superhero rather than some schmuck that was just lazing around in his apartment.

“Well if I ever need a costume then I could probably use this,” Cameron stated. He wasn’t sure if he would ever put one on again, but it was at least a few bucks that he could save if he did for whatever reason. Maybe if he and Michael decided to go out to a show or something then he would have one, but he didn’t see it happening.

Suddenly his clothes flashed and the young man felt like he had slipped on clothes that he hadn’t put on since middle school with how tight they were. He gawked when he saw that his clothes had been replaced. Instead of what he was wearing before he was now wearing a tight one piece super suit. The suit was a primarily red unitard with  black bottoms, gloves, thigh-high boots, and an orange, black, and yellow "I" symbol on the chest.

“What the hell!” Cameron screamed in shock. He pulled on his clothes and tried to pry them off but winced slightly and flushed at the squeakiness of the material as it rode up his body. It slipped from his fingers and he flinched as the tight spandex slapped against his skin, making him wince and his face burn at the sexual thrill that went through him. He had never once considered wearing something like this and it only served to fuel his embarrassment.  He could even see the outline of his masculinity! He wondered if he should get a pair of scissors or something maybe that could cut him out of this.

His black hair brightened ever so slightly and he couldn't help but feel as if someone was running their hands through his hair, making him shiver more. He turned half expecting to find someone already there, but found no one there. He could feel his hair tickle the back of his neck and his ears as they moved past making him gulp. Cameron’s hair finished changing when it a bright chocolate brown mane of hair. It finished changing style when it became a medium length side-bob cut that was shaped like a curved heart. The young man ran his hands through his altered hair and shuddered at the softer locks that he felt.

Reflecting on one of the glasses, Camerone gasped when he saw how much his hair had changed and shuddered. The new luster and sheen that it had only further unnerved him. ‘

“What the fuck! How is this happening!”

The young man winced in pain as his face gave into the power that was coming over him and was unable to stop himself. He closed his eyes and shook his head as his eyes burned, his new longer mane of hair brushing against his body and making him tremble as it gently tickled his neck.

A sudden pain came over his face as his skull ached and his eyes burned as if he had gotten soap in them. His jaw softened and his cheekbones rose, giving his face more of a heart-shaped appearance. He suddenly started getting older, his face maturing as the years on his body suddenly started happening. The young man felt his eyelids shift giving him slight crows feet, though they were hidden by the mask, but his face still maintained the same feminine beauty. But, just as quickly as the aching pain and burning appeared it ended.

Cameron slowly opened his eyes and looked back at his reflection, wondering what he looked like now. Staring back at him was no longer the face of a young man, but that of a beautiful mature woman, even if her face was somewhat veiled by the black mask she wore. The mask did nothing to hide the bright warm chocolate brown eyes that she had.

“This…can’t be me,” Cameron let out breathlessly. Looking down and pinching a part of the suit before letting it snap back into place. A shudder running through him as he thought. “This suit feels so stretchy.”

“I need to stay calm. First things first my suit doesn’t feel right.” a soft womanly voice confidently spoke making him blink in shock..

“Who…Ahh!” Cameron gasped as the suit suddenly tightened around his body. It was as if all of the extra air was being sucked out of the suit with how it was getting tighter all at once. He desperately pulled at the front of it and the part around his butt, but it immediately went back to its original place and then crawled even further up his hindquarters rubbing his nether regions, the suit squeaking as it did the whole time.

“Uhh too tight, too tight!” He had never felt something so rubbery so “Elastic” he and the voice said at once. The word rung throught his head a low moan coming out of his mouth at the way it rolled off his tongue. “Oh wow never thought that word would make me feel like this” the voice was clearer now. He could tell it was the voice of a mature woman and it had a slight southern twang to it. My arms feel so solid! Did a frost villan freeze them? I have to focus on my powers. My hands are smaller than this.”

An electric tingle seemed to suddenly shoot through his arms a strange relaxed feeling coming over them as he checked them. His arms had diminished from the tightness of the suit, and yet the flab and muscle felt like it was refining inside of it. He squeezed his arms and his arms felt like they were little more than jello at how easily they gave in. Even his bones gave in as if they were little more than a squeeze ball. They instantly reverted to the original size that they were at before.Though, he could tell that they were somewhat more athletic than they had been previously and yet they still gave into his hands as if they were little more than mush.

“This is…,” Cameron shuddered. He took his hands off his arms, no longer able to squeeze them anymore. The more he squeezed them, the more his mind dulled at what happened, unable to fully process what was happening.

When his arms no longer felt like they were bing roughly squeezed by a strong man he let go and breathed through his nose, as he noticed how much smaller they looked despite the tone they had gained. Womanly was the first word that came to his mind when he noticed how smaller they were. He brought his hand up over his fingers and flinched when he felt that his uneven nails had refined. He prodded his biceps and could tell there was a womanly tone that was there as well. “God I love my powers. I can punch bad guys and still have the smoothest skin.”

The same tightness that was assaulting his body suddenly increased dramatically on his legs. The boots that he wore cutting off the circulation. He stumbled around, feeling as if he was standing on pins and ice cubes with how off it felt all of a sudden. They suddenly grew again to a normalish size, but had now become dainty womanly feet. The rest of his legs morphed and gave into the changes as they happened, his calves gaining the same slenderness.

All of the pressure seemed to bring out the best possible results in his thighs as they ballooned as if they were fighting back against the squeezing pressure that the suit was creating his thighs growth only made the tightness from the suit more pronounced and rub his anatomy as if someone was giving him a handjob.

They became huge thick impossibly large thighs that no one would be able to have and yet they still continued to grow and rub against each other. Every little movement made the young man squirm around and made his privates hard as a rock.

“Ohhhh, I haven’t made them this big in a while” The voice groaned in pleasure. “It’s been way too long. I really need to get out there again.” The voice said in a frustrated tone

Cameron closed his eyes, praying that the expansion of his lower legs would end soon, or that they would revert back to their normal appearance.

They quickly began shrinking again, losing the cartoonishly large appearance that they had. It was almost as if they were a pair of balloons losing the air inside of them.

“Oh thank god,” the changing young man said. He prodded them, and flushed as a nice heat and hint of arousal coursed through his body, making him gulp at the change to his lower body. He squeezed and his body shivered as a spike went through him making his dick harden again much to his dismay.

“Alright my arms and legs feel right.” the same feminine voice that he heard earlier when the process first started returned. “I don’t recognize where I am. Maybe I was kidnapped?”.”

“No this isn’t…I know this place,” Cameron started, and yet there was something comforting and soothing about the voice.

The moment it spoke, he felt lighter, freer, as if everything that he knew would be alright in the end. Yet that only served to scare him more, since there was no way that those thoughts could be natural, at least in this situation that he was in.

Cameron opened his mouth to rebuff it some more as if it was a person in front of him, but then gasped as his throat suddenly tightened and he couldn’t breathe properly. It was as if something had been shoved down his throat. He couldn’t breath and clawed at his throat as it thinned. He could feel his Adam's apple getting smaller as he struggled to fill his lungs with precious air. His eyes fluttered as he breathed. He stumbled to his fridge,and grabbed a bottle of soda..

Suddenly it was as if whatever had been shoved down his throat had passed, earning a loud desperate gasp from Cameron. He greedily took deep heavy breaths of  air, to fill his desperate lungs. The effeminate young man noticed as he filled his lungs that the panting tired groans that came from his mouth seemed lighter, the pitch, not at all like the rougher voice that he had not too long ago.

He brought his hands up to his throat and noticed that his adam’s apple was gone, as if it wasn’t there to begin with. The effeminate boy trembled, and knew that the next time he opened his mouth the voice that came from it would be completely different with how everything else had changed.

“What was that?” Cameron questioned and just as he feared the voice that came out was remarkably different  from what he was used to. It wasn’t the voice of a gruffer man, but rather of a younger woman with a calm soft voice that would have put people at ease. “I…I know this voice. Where did I hear it before?”

“Where am I?” The voice, now that he heard it aloud, he knew that it was the same as the voice that he had just gained.

“Well yes…but,” Cameron gulped as he tried to keep his body under control. The more he thought about the tightness of the suit and new curves that he had, the more pleased he was. The new slenderness and the curves of his legs that would get a delightful jiggle as he strutted around the room. They felt so much lighter and so much more free as if heavy weights had been removed. The heaviness they had prevented him from moving around the room. “This isn’t normal. A body shouldn’t just change like this…even if I do feel like I have more energy.”

“That’s because there is so much more that we could do,” the same mental voice said. “We can’t just lay around and do nothing when there is good that can be done.”

“There’s more that we could do?” Cameron said, his voice in a daze. The thought of doing something worthwhile with his life sounded amazing, and warmed his body. His heart feeling lighter,. “What do you mean their’s good that we can do. I can’t do anything that means something.”

“It’s not too late,” the mental voice said encouragingly, and if there was a physical person, Cameron was sure they would be smiling at him. “It’s never too late, you just have to commit yourself to making those changes and you’ll be able to do it.”

Cameron didn’t answer, couldn’t answer as his mind conflicted with itself. Was it really possible for him to do something, anything that was meaningful with his life? He wanted to believe that he could but…

A sudden pull between his legs made him quiver and gasp as he breathed heavily through his nose. He reached down between his legs and his hands brushed against his hardening member. The shocking erotic pleasure in his body spiked, making him roll his shoulders and his breathing become a little more erratic. Cameron looked down and noticed the outline of his privates reduced. He rubbed his privates, knowing that soon they would be gone forever.

“God what the hell is shoved down my suit? At least its getting ugh smaller,” The female voice said in pleasure and relief.

He continued to do so, the pleasurable warmth from down there filling him with life as it continued to reduce. The tip of his penis was all that remained but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. With one quick shove he forced it into his body and gasped a small thin trail of juices from down there.

“Fuuuck!” the womanly voice gasped.

“Fuuuck!” Cameron gasped.

The young man grabbed his balls and with one quick shove he forced them inside of his body as well, earning a pleased aroused gasp from him as well. He could feel the folds between his legs form around the new entrance that he had and swayed from side to side.

“What was that? I didn’t think it would make me feel like that!” the womanly voice said and the new woman could almost feel the embarrassment that her voice oozed in that moment.

Cameron paid the voice little thought as her body continued to heat up. She brushed her fingers against the entrance that she had down below and shuddered gleefully at what had happened. Every bit of the transformation filled the young woman with new life, new energy. The voice soothed her mind, even though it wasn’t talking to him.

This part…loosing her manhood. It was the best that she had ever felt in her life. Even when she was younger and she felt like she could take on the world was nothing in comparison.

“Let’s go,” the former male said, deciding that she would let the transformation happen and see where it goes from there. She wanted it. She needed it. She had to know how much better, how much more complete as the process continued, consequences be damned.

“Have to fix this!” the woman’s voice said.

Cameron placed her hands on her waist and with a heavy breath she squeezed her core. After a second her midsection gave into the power that she was exerting on her body. A grin formed on her face as she pressed down harder, more strength filled her.

“There we go!”

Part of it seemed to escape between her fingers like a balloon, and she forced those escaping parts to go back under her palm. She struggled not to let them escape, knowing that if they did then she would have to start over. Cameron wished that her hands were larger so that this would be easier to do and then to her shock her hands grew.

“This will make it easier!”

Cameron nodded in agreement, knowing with these new giant hands that she would be able to suppress her stomach. These rubber or elastic powers would certainly make it easier for him to contain his midsection since he wouldn’t be fighting with himself. He just had to keep the pressure on and eventually he would see for himself how small it could

His waist got smaller and quickly reached the point that it might have been to rival Jessica Rabbit’s waist line with how much smaller it had gotten and continued. Despite that, he refused to stop and  continued to try and make his core smaller. He wondered how much smaller he could make it, with the powers that he had, he refused to stop until he was sure that he found the limit. Finally, it stopped getting smaller, when her waist felt like a small baseball in her giant hands. Cameron knew the moment she did, it would be like a coil going off.

“No, not yet, I have to do one more thing first,” Camron said, the womanly voice echoing the same thing he just said.

Despite finally making her waist as small as she would have liked, she didn’t let go just yet. She rubbed her stomach and jumped slightly at the flab that was there moving around as she shoved it up and down. The resounding bouncing around of her gut got smaller and less noticeable the more she did and filled her with childish glee.

“How long has it been since my stomach felt like this?” Cameron questioned as she tried to remember when her stomach had been this smooth and tight. She pressed her fingers inside and giggled in glee again. She rubbed her stomach and the pudgy gut that she had refined, gaining a trim refined appearance.

“There we go, got it looking like normal again,” the mental woman said, her voice having a tinge of pride that he couldn't have them having.

When it came to a stop, Cameron sighed and braced herself for the chaos of this next part and moved her hands. The moment she let go, her midsection burst out to a more reasonable, but feminine form, making her stumble and almost fall on her face were it not for her quick reflexes.

Camron eagerly looked down and smiled in pride at what her core and waist had become. There was a noticeable curve to her body from her upper body to her lower one. The hourglass figure she had was easy to see and filled her with pride, especially with the stomach she had now. She ran her hand down her stomach and was pleased by the trim toned stomach that she had now. A thrill came from her as she ran her hands down the sides of her body. Seeing it now and thinking of what it had been like before made more of the metaphorical weight on her was gone.

“There’s not much left,” Cameron muttered happily. All that was left before the transformation was finished was for her breasts and butt to come in.

She almost didn’t know which one she wanted to come in first. Both were so tempting that she wanted them both to happen right now. She hoped that they would just be as enticing and exciting as when her boys had wound up getting replaced.

The young woman shuddered in aroused glee as her chest pushed out. She swayed her hips from side to side and her breathing quickened as her bust swelled. She massaged her chest, her clothes squeaking as did so, only fueling the fantasies that she had to new heights. She could feel her nipples poking through her top and breathed as she tried to keep her body’s excitement under control. It might just be her in here, but she still needed to maintain some semblance of control. If she didn’t then she was sure that things would go terrible for her.

Small little mounds became visible that filled her with glee and wonderment. She bounced around and shuddered at how the spandex continued to tighten around her breasts. The outline of her developing orbs became further visible as the transformation progressed. The process was agonizingly slow as they continued to grow, much to her dismay it was as if someone was slowly agonizingly teasing her nipples as they continued to be mushed by the stretching fabric.

“There’s no way that I’m going to put up with this,” Cameron muttered, the voice that she had heard in her mind echoing the same sentiments that she had on the matter.

A thought occurred to her that was on the silly side, but she was sure that it would help in her growth. She looked around one more time, wondering if someone would suddenly reveal themselves from the shadow. With a heavy heart she raised her hand to her small bust and mashed them. She pulled them out and then mushed her chest again, blushing and immedeitly slamming her thighs together with a loud whip-like crack that made her bounce in glee.

Cameron moaned erotically and looked down at her bust as she continued the process.

The more she kneaded her growing bust as if they were dough the more her chest ballooned. She smiled gleefully as they did. She was forced to adjust her hands and make them grow as they continued to swell.

“That won’t do,” Cameron muttered and used her powers by making her hands larger to compensate, thankfully making it so that she was easily able to hold the rest of them. She giggled naughilyy and continued to massage her bust with exuberant glee. They continued to get bigger the more she massaged them, and she refused to stop, no matter how heavy they got. They reached a huge immense, almost cartoony size that was only brought on by her powers. Her hands looked like they were catcher mitts that would have been able to catch volleyballs with ease.

“Alright I think that’s enough of that,” Cameron muttered and despite the hunger inside of her she finally let go of her bust, allowing her hands to shrink to their normal size. They got smaller, as if there were a pair of balloons getting easier. The young woman rolled her shoulders as they got smaller, finding it easier to stand up straight as they reverted to a smaller size. Her breasts finished shrinking back to a normal, but relatively large for a average women when they had become a large C-cup that were as big as oranges

“Much better,” Cameron commented.

Cameron stared at the well developed mounds on her chest and couldn’t help but feel proud of how she were. While not the biggest that she had seen, she was certain that they would be able to get people’s attention with ease, especially if she decided to add a little more swing to them.

All that was left now was her lower cheeks that she was sure would go perfectly with the rest of her body.

The brunette stared at her arse with eager anticipation as it swelled, pushing against the confines of the suit much to her glee. She couldn’t help herself and rolled her hips around as if she was performing a shoe for someone. The spandex loudy squeaked as it stretched and tightened around her ass as it continued to balloon. .

She could tell from her thighs that she had quite the pear-shaped figure and seeing it for herself now was only further proof that she was a big bottom girl. Helen spanked herself on her full immense buttocks and smiled at the bolt of pleasure that went through her body. It was only reinforced by how the wonderfully tight spandex attire that she wore hugged her booty tighter.

Just like with her breasts Cameron massaged her ass savoring every little bolt of pleasure that came from it as if it was a gift from the heavens. She used her powers to ensure that she would be able to fully hold her bottom cheeks as they continued to grow, suppressing every inch of expanding rear end and getting every little bolt of pleasure that she could. Her butt finished growing when it became an impeccably large rear end. It was toned, but had a bit of fat and extra girth to it that would make it impossible for her to go anywhere without a delightful bounce to her rear end that would have made people everywhere stop.

She spanked it and was too much for the former man as her mind completely melted. A new persona and identity rushed forward, one that she happily accepted and let take over. The moment she came down, she shook her head and breathed heavily. Getting her thoughts and memories in order.

“Alright Helen, time to get your head in the game. Now that everything is as it should be again, but where am I?” Helen muttered as she looked around the room. She saw a wallet and picked it up, wondering if it would have any information in it. “Cameron? Why am I in some random apartment?”

Helen tried to think of how she got into some stranger’s apartment, but couldn’t remember how. The last thing she remembered was going out on patrol and trying to stop some crooks from robbing a bank. The next thing she knew was that she found herself here in this weird place.

“Whatever, I can just get out of here and go back on patrol,” Helen muttered.

A knock at the door caught her attention, making Helen blink in shock. She turned, half ready for a fight or anything that might happen. The door opened and she moved to the side ready to ambush whoever it was. She went as thin as she could by the wall, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her and that she would get the jump on him if he was somehow connected to her sudden appearance here.

A young man stepped into the room, dressed casually in a simple shirt and blue jeans. He had a box of chinese in his hands that told her how hungry she was. He had short blonde hair that was brushed to the side and was wearing a jacket.

“Hey man, I got Chinese! Got your regular and I brought that new comic book mov…The man stopped staring at the couch with an expression of worry. He then slightly turned towards her and Elastigirls instincts took over. “What is..?”

Before he had a chance to react Elastigirl threw one hand forward enlarging it and pinning the man against the wall.

“Who are you?” Elastigirl said dangerously.

The man gave her an opened mouth look eyes going up and down her figure.” My eyes are up here buddy” Elastigirl said sarcastically rolling her eyes. The man turned red as a tomato and made eye contact clearly struggling to keep his eyes up. “Though I guess I can’t blame you” Elastigirl said, putting her remaining hand on her hip unconsciously. “Now” she said sauntering towards him, her hand remaining the same size despite her approach.

“Wait, what am I doing?” Elastigirl thought resuming her dangerous stare. “

“I woke up in a place I don’t know and experienced some,” Elastigirl explained as a light blush covered her cheeks.  “Interesting feelings and you just happened to walk in?”

The man appeared to have finally gotten his thoughts back together opening his mouth several times and glancing down at her hand in clear confusion. Before, looking at the wallet held at her side. His expresion changed almost immediately, becoming angry. “That's camerons wallet, what did you do to him?!” he yelled, struggling against her hand's grip. For some reason the concern in his voice made elastigirl feel a strange sense of warmth she couldn’t explain.

The man stopped struggling when he realized he wasn’t making any progress in breaking her grip. “Look” he began “I don’t know how you got here or how your doing this” using his head to gesture to her hand. “But this is my friend's apartment and you better tell me where he is right now” he spoke dangerously never breaking eye contact with her. Elastigirl felt her cheeks grow red at the expression before shaking her head. “I don’t know but you better start talking before that pizza kyoza and fried rice grows cold,” she said gesturing towards the bags of chinese food on the floor.

The mans stare lost it’s hostility and gained a confused look glancing between her and the food on the ground. “How?” he said under his breath Elastigirl barely hearing him.

The mans eyes suddenly went wide looking at her in shock.

“Holy crap,” He muttered “Cameron!?”

Elastigirl wasn’t quite sure why he had yelled hi friends name at her but it had become clear he wasn’t a threat. She shrunk her arm back down to normal size letting the man fall to the ground barely regaining his balance. “I don’t know who Cameron is” elastigirl said crossing her arms. “Like I said I just woke up.”

“I don’t really know what’s going on myself” the man said, running his hands through his hair in a clear sign of frustration. “But, you shouldn’t have been able to know Cameron's favorite chinese food Pizza Kyoza isn’t even a chinese food the owner made them once as a tie in to a kids show and Cameron got addicted to them. I’m the only one who knows that.”

Elastigirl raised one eye in a clear sign of confusion “Means what?”

The man stopped running his hands through his hair at her response looking at her with disbelief.

“It means we need to have a long conversation about what happened when you woke up.”

At that point she probably should just leave the apartment and get back on patrol but something stopped her. The way he acted and the strange instincts she felt couldn’t be disregarded and she could tell just by looking at him that he was a good person. It was also helps that he was pretty handsome.

“Alright let’s talk”

Epilogue

Elastigirl leaped through the city, her powers giving her an edge that made it easy for her to leap from building. She paid rapt attention to the city around her, looking out for trouble as she thought about her life. Michael had made sure to help her adapt to the world as best he could, even offering his own place for a time.

It was strange to be going on a date again with how hard she had committed herself to her superheoring career. Still she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t looking forward to it. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been on a date and hoped that it went well, even if she had quite a few years on her.

The sound of an alarm caught Helen’s attention and she leaped into action. She moved as fast as she could across the city, using her elastic powers to make her float in the air and swing from building to building with the expertise that she had honed in the years since she had started. When she reached the alarm quickly took note of the group with the robbers and the weapons that they had.

Now that Elastigirl knew what she was dealing with, she quickly lept into action to get the jump on them. With one quick expert move she was able to get right up there. Before they had even a second to react she had enlarged her fists and knocked out two of them. She stole the weapons of the other two, tossing them to the side and then sending out one long kick at one of the guards that nailed them right in the head.

The other thug rushed her and she smiled at the clear panic that he had. With one quick and simple punch she knocked the panicking crook flat on his butt. He fell onto the ground, knocked out cold.

Elastigirl grinned. Happy that she was able to get another good night’s work in. She restrained the crooks making sure that they wouldn’t be able to get away if they woke up a little earlier than they should have.

The superheroine reached out to the nearest street light, her arm stretching and making it so that she would easily b able to grab the street light. She slingshotted through the sky, and then reached out to a nearby building. She pulled herself to it, using her elastic body to slow herself down.

So far things had been pretty slow for the night, but crime never sleeps. This might not be a busy night, but crime never sleeps within a big city. Helen hoped that it would be calm on her date night, because she was going to make sure that it was a special night for her and Michael.