American-Man Returns                  by: Paul G Jutras

 

The high desert winds kicked up as the hover cruise ship sailed over the endless sands. Inside the ball room, Christine Jackmarr and her band rocked on with music from before World War three. Once Christine was merely Chris Jackmarr. A normal teenage boy with dreams of being a rock star. Then one Halloween, a cosmic time loop resulted in the death of his old body and the reincarnation of his soul in his own relative of the year 3086.

"That was a good one." Christine said to the group on the down beat of their final number in the set. As the dance floor cleared, the group seat the instruments aside and stepped down to the dinner table. Soto in his classic red T-shirt, leather jacket, boots and pants ran his hand up Christine’s nylon coated leg as she sat in a high neck silver sleeveless dress with slits up the sides of her legs and matching heels. Christine; who was still a guy on the inside, still wasn’t use to Soto’s sexual advances, but come to expect it. She was developing female feelings toward him herself.

"Everyone is starring." Mark muttered as he adjusted his goggles on his white cycle helmet. He removed his leather gloves to eat as he sat in brown boots and yellow coveralls with red stripes up the side.

"Of course," Luke snickered with his chocolate skin in a matching outfit to Mark. "Unlike The Time Police, we were the real heroes to save the universe from Demonoid and his demonic servants. If not for us, Earth would be in the depths of Hell by now."

"Knock it off, Luke." Starshine chimed in as her breasts seemed larger than they were in her green sweater and purple sweater that matched her mini skirt and two inch pumps. "C’mon... C’mon... Let’s order something to eat."

"Starshine’s right." Linda looked at the group. She removed the ribbon that held her hair in a pony tail and let it drop about her shoulder. She recently traded her 1950s look for a more modern long sleeve sweater, tight Capari pants and matching women’s loafers. "What’s a girl suppose to do... starve?"

The girls started with salads and only eat half to three quarters of a burger and some fries each. Christine had notice a lack of hunger since becoming a girl. The guys on the other hand; all eat like barbaric, snarling animals, till their plates were cleans. Christine couldn’t of been more disgusted at Soto and the guys as she lead the girls off together to the powder room.

Starshine stood before the mirror and checked her make up while Linda entered the stale and Christine leaned against the tile wall with her polish pink nailed hands crossed underneath her large C-cup breasts. "You wanted to see me," Christine asked.

"I got some ideas for a new costume, but I need some measurements." Starshine said as she put her lip stick away and pulled out a tape measure. "Take off your clothes and we’ll be done before we have to go on again."

Christine always felt strange when she changed clothes. It’s been months since the first change into a were woman type super-hero. She did always manage to remain a man long enough not to fully get use to her boobs relaxing freely. With the lack of clothing since the third world war that mange every place look like a costume party, shopping for new clothes wasn’t big on her lists of things to do.

"Let’s see." Starshine said as she ran the tape measure under Christine’s breasts. Chris felt her nipples go erect and get hard. Something her team mate notice also. "You know sugar, if this turns you on, I could ask Soto in her to do it."

"Just get it over with," Chris snapped.

Suddenly a rectangular light on the wall started flashing red. An alarm sounded in the bathroom as it did the rest of the ship. Before Christine or the other girls could react, Soto and the guys came busting into the girls bathroom and into a bunch of high pitch squeals. Among them were Linda who had just stepped out of the stale and was still hiking up her pantyhose.

"Nice body." Soto stared at Christine’s naked chest and got a slap in the face.

"Knock it off." Mark glared back at Starshine’s harsh glare. "The bottom of the ship’s hull was cut open by the peak of a mountain. We’re going to crash near some ruins."

"Why did you say so first?" Christine said as she held her arm over her head. A moment later a sword appeared above her. "Sword of Justice... come to my hand! "

"Let Justice Be Done!" Christine shouted as holy lighting struck the tip of the sword and surged through her body. In a flash, Christine was gone and American-man stood in his place. The "A" insignia on his stars and striped chest was something the people of Earth never tired of seeing. His body glowed with its life force and caused his long blue cape to stand straight out behind him.

Faster than one can blink, American-man zoomed out of the hole in the bottom of ship and braced its weight on his back. Just past the dunes beyond the ruins, American-man set the ship safely in the sand. He burrowed his wall beneath the sand and tunneled up to the surface beside the ship.

"Good work, mighty one." Perceus said as he used his Olympic God like strength to help American-man in repairing the hull of the ship. While they got to work, Soto and the others began to scout the ruins. "We’ll handle the flying ship while the others secure the area."

As they went into the ruins, they saw a figure moving about the shadows. "Who’s there!" Soto ordered as he drew his blaster. The others always pulled their weapons and split up. Mark and Luke went right, Starshine and Linda left. Soto headed right up the middle.

Climbing up a broken wall, Soto stared down to see Big- Foot moving through the ruins with a series of minor demons. He and the robot, W-MAN seemed to be setting up some kind of base camp to launch some future assault from. "I knew we hadn’t seen the last of those beasts."

With a hand wave single, Soto lead the assault against the monsters. Lasers sizzled in the afternoon heat and blowing sections of the ruins into even worst ruins. The sound echoed all the way back to the ship and got the guys attention.

"Me think thy friends need thee." Perseus said as he held up his golden shield and saw the flashes of fire power from the horizon beyond the doom. As the Greek hero turned, he saw Christine standing behind him in her evening gown and heels.

"The repairs took a lot out of me." Christine pressed her hot pink lipstick lips together and kicked off her heels to reveal her blue toes through her nylons. She and the mythic legend headed over the dunes and down to the ruins where the battle was taking place.

"Watch it, mighty mistress." Perceus blocked the lasers with his shield as Christine pulled a blaster from her purse and dropped it into the sand. She laid on her stomach atop the dune and fired down at the demons below as well as the wing ones in the sky.

"Al right!" Soto called out as the demons started dropped like flies and forced back through the dimensional gate that they had come out of. Soon only Big-Foot and W-MAN remained in the Earth ruins to be taken care of.

Fire energy rays from his hands, Christine was reminded that the demon fired negative energy blasts that were similar to American-man’s positive ones. Waiting until the furry creature had its back turned, Chris got a running start and used a flying dragon karate kicked the hair ball into the gateway.

"My turn now," Persecus said as he tossed the shield like a saucer and watched as it took off the robot’s head. It’s claw like hands grabbed the safari hatted head with its claws and lumbered into the portal on its old.

"All right!" The team cheered as they all gave one another high fives.

Returning to the ship, they took off back toward Federation City. Christine and the band continued to play. It wasn’t until they had finished their next set that Christine realized she had forgotten her heels out in the desert. Not that she could do anything about it now. The only thing they did know was that they had to keep they eyes open for Demonoid’s future moves.

 

THE END

 

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