AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was inspired by the works of Tebra. However, I have changed portions of the plot and substituted my own characters for the ones he used. Now, on with the show.

 

Fee Fie Faux Fox

(Another Super-Hero Fantasy)

by Dale Ribbons

 

Portent City, a few hours before dawn. A black sports car sped through the empty streets, its driver on a mission of grave importance! The man behind the wheel was Charles Chambers ... the Sentinel!

The Sentinel is what is commonly called a super-hero. Unlike many others in 'the business', he had no superhuman powers. He relied on his superb physical conditioning, mastery of fighting techniques, and high-tech weaponry to aid him. These all came from a secret military project to create 'the ultimate fighting soldier.' The project was long dead, but the Sentinel survived to fight for good and justice.

Sometimes, this fight involved tracking down dangerous criminals ... like the Fox! She had escaped from prison two weeks ago, and after days of fruitless searching, the Sentinel had just learned she might be hiding in an abandoned factory complex on the outskirts of town.

As he raced there, he thought about his past experiences with the slinky criminal. Vivienne Harmon was a scientific genius whose fields of expertise included bio-chemistry and electronics. She had used her knowledge to escape the dead-end slum she was born in. Unfortunately, she had severe emotional problems. She had the personality of a spoiled, petulant child. If things didn't go her way, she would become violently angry. Feeling that no one respected her because she was an attractive young African-American woman, the embittered woman turned to a life of crime. As the Fox, she had used her genius to commit many nefarious crimes, such as an ill-fated attempt to rob Fort Knox. These crimes brought her into conflict with the Sentinel.

The trouble between the Sentinel and the Fox didn't just stem from being on opposite sides of the law. The Fox often used her sexuality as a weapon against men. She had once used a pheromone spray to turn males into her obedient slaves. However, the Sentinel was a different story. He was immune to her charms. Unfortunately, the Fox didn't take rejection well.

She swore that she would make the Sentinel suffer! The Sentinel knew she meant it, and wasn't looking to facing her again.

He had arrived at the complex. It looked deserted. Of course it would. A fugitive criminal would never want to advertise his or her presence. The Sentinel took a few minutes to check his equipment. First, there was his belt. It looked like a normal leather belt, but it was in reality a high-tech communications device. By pressing a button on the buckle, he could instantly contact his teammates, the Super-Patriots.

The next piece of equipment was something that looked like a flashlight. However, this was no mere flashlight, but the Torch Of Liberty, a laser and force field projector. It was created by the same project that turned him into the Sentinel. The Torch was working perfectly. The Sentinel exited the car and slunk towards the building.

Inside, someone watched his progress on a video monitor.

"Oh, goody, The great white hero's here!", the Fox laughed, "He must have heard that I was hiding out here ... just as I planned. And look, he didn't bring any back-up. He must be pretty sure of his abilities that he came after me all by himself. Conceited idiot! I know all about your monstrous ego, and I'm going to use it to knock you down a few pegs!"

The Fox pressed a few buttons on the computer keyboard in front of her. That activated the various booby traps she had planted throughout the complex. She had no illusions that they could take out the hero. No, they were intended to keep him busy while she prepared the final surprise. The Fox stood up and stretched, running a hand over her lithe 5'1" frame. She felt a moment of sadness, like she was saying goodbye to an old friend, which in a way she was. But then she remembered what she was going to get out of it, and smiled again. She walked over to a small cart, on which set a machine. The machine's main body was a strange looking apparatus with numerous dials and buttons, and had two helmets connected to it by electric wires. She pushed the cart out the door, and came to a nearby corridor, which was vacant except for two chairs. She placed the cart between the chairs, covered it with a tarp, sat in one chair, and waited for her guest to arrive.

She didn't have to wait long. Within minutes, the Sentinel burst through the door. Her booby traps hadn't harmed him, but they had pissed him off. The Fox jumped up and started shooting at him with her gun. The bullets harmlessly bounced off the force field generated by the hero's Torch. He leapt across the room, slapped the gun away, and grabbed the criminal's arm.

"You psychotic brat! It's time someone taught you a lesson!"

"Oooh, what are you going to do, hero ... spank me?"

"Maybe I should. It's about time someone did! Maybe you'd learn something!"

Then, the Sentinel noticed something odd ... spots in front of his eyes. Then, a wave of dizziness. He was in trouble. He thought about pressing the button on his belt to get help, but he couldn't remember how his fingers worked. Then, blackness.

The Fox looked at the hero laying crumpled on the floor. He was too busy dealing with her traps that he hadn't realized she filled the complex with an anesthetic gas, one she had an immunity to. She pulled out a control device, and made sure the gas and defenses were deactivated before she proceeded. She managed, with effort, to lug the hero into the other chair. She uncovered the device, and placed one of the helmets on his head. She put on the other helmet, sat down, and activated the device.

There was a feeling of dizziness followed by a series of flashes. She felt suddenly sleepy, and lost consciousness. Blackness, then a strange tugging sensation, then a bright flash. She was flying down a brightly lit tunnel, with a giddy feeling of weightlessness flowing through her. There was a sudden jarring stop. She blinked once or twice before her eyes fluttered open. She knew immediately that things had changed. Every sensation was different. She looked at her body, and realized it had worked. She was in the Crusader's body!

The Fox stood up, and was surprised at how tall she ... no, HE, was. 6'2", he would guess. And powerful. He felt like he could put his fist into a wall without injury. He stood there flexing and thinking what he could do with his new physique. It felt so erotic. The Fox felt a sensation he hadn't before, and laughed when he realized it was his first erection. Looking at his former body, he thought that he would have to do something about that. And soon.

But first things first. The Fox removed the helmets and wheeled the cart away to a faraway part of the complex.. He wanted to make sure the device was well hidden. He returned to the corridor where his other form sat sleeping. He took the control device and revolver, just in case his guest tried to use them when she awoke. He couldn't wait to see her expression when she woke up.

The Sentinel awoke feeling groggy and cold. 'His' first thought was that the Fox had stripped him. 'He' looked at his arm and was shocked. Since the Sentinel had always been Caucasian, the change in skin color was the most obvious clue that things weren't right. A quick glance at 'his' body, the change in musculature, the sight of breasts on 'his' chest, the shapely legs, confirmed the horrible suspicion: He was in the Fox's body! She stood staring at and feeling her body, hoping that it was all a horrible dream. A cough caught her attention, and she spun around to see... himself, leaning against a wall, with an evil grin on his face.

It was all unnerving, but the Sentinel was determined not to let the Fox see how much. She stood with her hands on her hips and a steely look in her eyes. It didn't have the desired effect. The Fox thought it was hilarious to see the Sentinel try to exercise 'his' commanding presence while in her scantly-clad sexpot body. The Sentinel saw how amused the body-thief was, and it made her even angrier.

"Okay", she said, in a voice that sounded strange to her ears, "you've switched our bodies. Big triumph. Now what do you plan to do?"

"Good question. My big plan is infiltrate the Super-Patriots' headquarters, tap into their computer systems, maybe sabotage their equipment. Speaking of equipment, maybe I'll see how the new piece I have works. I'm sure those girls ... Fireworks, Yankee Clipper, American Dream ...will help me. HA! Who knows? I wasn't planning on keeping this bod, but maybe I'll change my mind. Of course, if I do, you're going to stuck!"

"You won't get away with this!"

"HA HA HA! Did you just say what I thought you did? You must be scared if you start spouting cliches like that."

The Fox was right, she was scared. She had to get out of there. She turned and started running, but not being used to running in high-heel boots, tripped and fell. The Fox helped to her feet, rather roughly. She tried to push him away, but was only amused him further. He held her close to tightly, and leaned in for a kiss. The Sentinel struggled to get out of the embrace, but he held on to her arm with a vise-like grip.

"Hmm, that was okay", he said, "but not great. Hey, I seem to remember someone who looked a lot like me threatening to teach a lesson to someone who looked like you. What was it? Oh yeah..."

The Fox dragged the Sentinel to a chair. Know what the body-thief planned to do, she struggled harder, but to no avail. The Fox sat down, and held her on his lap. With one hand, he held hers behind her back, while with his other, he pulled down her shorts and panties, exposing her bare ass to the air.

SMACK!

The Sentinel was shocked beyond belief! The pain was awful, but what was worse was the shame she felt. She shrieked in pain, and vainly tried to get loose, which only made him increase the dosage.

SMACK! SMACK!

By this time, she had been reduced to sobbing and tears. Slowly, a strange new sensation started to raise in combination with the pain. A tingling in her bosom, a flutter in her heart, and a warm moistness in her lower region.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh God, no!", she thought, "I'm starting to get turned on!"

Suddenly, the pain stopped. The Fox released the hero's hands, stood up, and dropped her on the floor. She glared up at her former self in rage. The smug look on the thief's face was the final straw. She jumped up and tried to strangle him. The Fox pushed her away and knocked out cold with a single blow.

"All right, fun's fun. I have things to do, so it's time to put my toys away."

He picked up the unconscious hero, pulled up her drawers, slung her over his manly shoulders, and carried her to another part of the complex. There, he opened up an empty storage closet. He tied up his prisoner's hands and feet, and stuffed a gag into her mouth, although there wasn't much point, given the complex' remoteness. That should keep her out of trouble for awhile, he thought. He went back to where he stored the body switching device, and wheeled to where the Sentinel had parked his car. He discovered the keys were in the ignition, but the doors were locked. The Sentinel couldn't be that stupid, could he? Then a thought occurred to him. He carefully a button on his Torch, and the car's doors popped open. He took a moment to admire the Sentinel's ingenuity before he popped open the truck, and placed the device inside. With only a casual look back at the complex, the Fox drove off into the city.

Soon, the Fox arrived at his destination: Super-Patriots Headquarters! If you hadn't heard of the building before, you wouldn't believe the art deco style building was an impenetrable fortress. The building had been a high-class hotel in the 30's,40's,and 50's, but had fallen into disrepair. The Super-Patriots bought the building and converted it into their base of operations.

The Fox reached the first obstacle ... the front gate. It would only open for people who passed retina and voice scans. Like the Sentinel. The gate opened, and the Fox parked in the underground garage. He was greeted by one of the team's robotic servants. It said the rest of the team was waiting in the meeting room.

As he rode the elevator up, the Fox reflected on his/her plan. It was going well so far. Of course, she didn't intend to stay a man forever. It was just so fun to torture the Sentinel. After he/she had accomplished her mission, she would transfer her mind to another female body. She would sell all the information she had gathered to the highest bidder, and then buy a Caribbean island to retire on. And if she needed more money, she could rent out her device to any aged millionaire who needed a new body. As for the Sentinel, well he, or she, would just have to live out her old life. Once she served her prison sentence, of course. The great white male hero would see how different the 'American way' was for a black woman on the run from the law. And the worst was yet to come!

The Fox's reverie ended when he opened the door of the meeting room. The others, sitting around the table, had left a space for him. As he sat, he reviewed his mental notes on them: The American Eagle, the leader, used a suit of high-tech battle armor that allowed him to fly. He and the Sentinel were friendly rivals; American Dream, a young hippie with mental powers; Rushmore, an 8' tall albino with rock-hard skin and superhuman strength; The Freedom Rider, an African-American electronics whiz who used a high-tech motorcycle. He designed most of the team's equipment; Fireworks, a young woman who could become a human torch; Yankee Clipper, a New England woman with super-speed; and finally, the Spirit Of 76. Not much information existed on him. There were underworld rumors that he was an actual ghost dedicated to fighting injustice. The Fox, being a scientist, didn't believe it, but wasn't about to test the theory.

The heroes' meeting was like a typical business meeting, with discussions of old and new business, which the Fox found boring. Finally, they came to the 'Sentinel' and asked how the search for the Fox was going. He said that he had tracked to her base, but she escaped, which wasn't exactly a lie. The heroes bought it, just as the Fox had hoped. This had been the next obstacle.

You might be wondering if the Super-Patriots noticed anything different about their teammate. No, they hadn't. True, when he entered he did seem to be swaggering and acting self-satisfied, but then again, he always acted that way. They had no idea their teammate was really hogtied and locked up in a closet.

Speaking of which...how was our hero/heroine doing? At the moment, she was still unconscious. Slowly, she awoke to pain and discomfort. The pain was a combination of the spanking, the punch, and an incredible headache. The headache was a 'body-swap hangover', which was a result of the brain's synapses adjusting to its new occupant. Not very common, but it happens. The discomfort was from waking up hogtied on a cold concrete floor

Getting free of the ropes was not a big worry. The Sentinel had gotten out of worse restraints. What bothered her was the way her new body acted. It was still aroused from the spanking, and having to squirm around to get out of the ropes increased it. Finally, she managed to get the ropes off and untied the gag. She stood up to survey her surroundings and stretch her aching muscles. Massaging them, she noticed for the first time how sexy her new form was. It was kind of a turn-on. Worried by these new thoughts, she was relieved when she saw a narrow window on the far wall. It was a tight squeeze, even with her lithe new form, but she slipped through.

She slunk around the complex, all the time expecting the Fox to jump out at her. When she noticed that her car was gone, she was both relieved and annoyed. The Fox was gone, but she was stuck with transportation. Or was she? She came to a garage, and inside was a motorcycle. Expecting a trap, she cautiously checked out the bike. It wasn't booby trapped, and even had a full gas tank. This troubled our heroine. It was an obvious set-up, but where was the 'sting'? The Sentinel knew she had to get help, so she threw caution to the wind., hopped on, and roared off!

As she drove towards the city, she felt invigorated. The feel of the breeze on her scantly-clad body, the throb of the engine between her thighs. It all made her feel giddy and exhilarated. In the back of her mind, the Sentinel knew this was wrong, that it was really the effect of the stimulus on the Fox's body making her feel this way, but she couldn't help it ... SHE LOVED IT!

The Sentinel made it to headquarters. She knew that she wouldn't make through the gate, but she had another option. In an adjacent building, the Super-Patriots had installed a secret passage into their base. All you needed to do to access it was know where to find it, and tape in a codeword on a hidden keypad. No one outside of the team knew about this, especially the Fox!

Soon, the Sentinel was prowling around the HQ, wondering where her teammates were. She would find out. She had entered the darkened lounge when she was grabbed from behind, and her arms were held tight to her side. Rushmore! She had forgotten how stealthy the giant could be! Suddenly, lights flooded on. Standing in front was the entire team ... including the body-jacking Fox!

"Patriots!", she shouted, "Don't trust him! He's not me! I'm me! The Fox! No -- I mean the Fox! I'm the Fox!!!"

A look of horror and confusion came over her lovely features. What had she done to him? He couldn't say that she was really the Sentinel!

The Fox fought to suppress a grin of triumph. It worked! Not only had the device switched their minds, but it had implanted mental blocks in the Sentinel. The first was making her body super-sensitive to sexual stimuli. The second made it impossible for her to reveal her true identity or tell anyone about the body switch.

"Be careful, Patriots--", the body thief said, "The Fox's gone insane!"

"You might be right, Sentinel", the American Eagle said, "We'd better put her in a cell until the police can pick her up. Rushmore ..."

The Sentinel uselessly struggled to get out of the giant's grasp. In desperation, she kicked him in the groin. All that accomplished was to break her boot's heel off. Rushmore carried her to the cell, and left her to vent her rage. Outside, the American Eagle asked American Dream to scan her mind.

"Whoa, man", Dream said, "I'm getting a lot of bad vibes from her. It's all confusion and anger. Nothing clear is coming through. Sorry, A. E., no go."

The Fox breathed a sigh of relief. The device was supposed to implant blocks against mind-readers in both of their minds. He was glad it had worked. Now there was no way for anyone to learn the truth!

The Eagle ordered Freedom Rider to examine the HQ's defenses to find out how the Fox got in, and told 'the Sentinel' to call the police. He did so gladly. Officers from the P. C. P. D. arrived an hour later. The Patriots led them to the cell. Imagine everyone's surprise, especially the Fox, when they opened it up to find it completely empty!

The Sentinel sped through the streets on her borrowed motorcycle. She fumed about how the way the Fox had set her up. No wonder it was so easy to escape her bonds. She was supposed to escape and find her way back to S. P. HQ. That was the trap all along! Of course, the Fox had no idea that their cells were equipped with an escape hatch that only the Patriots knew about. It was for her to get free. Now she had to stay that way.

It wasn't going to be easy. She was in the body of a wanted criminal, filled with strange erotic feelings, with no way to tell anyone who really was, and being hunted by her friends, the police, and possibly a few government agencies. However, things weren't all bad. She had a plan!

The first part of the plan was to get out of the Fox's clothes. She parked the cycle in an alley by a clothing store. It was late evening, and dark, so she wasn't worried about being seen. The store's alarm system was no problem for someone with her experience. She gathered together some appropriate clothes, boots, skirt, sweater, bra, panties, and made a mental note to repay the proprietor if and when she got out of this mess. Exiting, she buried the Fox's slinky outfit in a dumpster.

She soon arrived at the brownstone she owned in her civilian identity of Charles Chambers. Parking the cycle in the garage, she went inside. She was tired and very hungry. She looked in the fridge, but the 'rabbit food' she found in there didn't appeal to her. No, she wanted a pizza! Compared to the nymphomania, this change in taste was easy to adjust to. She phoned a pizza delivery place and placed an order for one with everything.

As she waited, she tried to relax. She turned on the TV and flopped down on a sofa. She flipped through the channels until she saw a male rapper on some music video channel. He had on a torn t-shirt, exposing his muscular chest. The Sentinel felt hot and restricted in her clothes. She fought the urges at first, but gave in. She stripped off her clothes and strew them across the floor. She began to finger her vagina, giggling at the new sensations.

A knock at the door disturbed her. The pizza delivery guy! She quickly grabbed her money off the table and threw on a robe. She opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see it was a young black man, much like the rapper she had seen on TV. She paid for the pizza, and handed him an extra dollar.

"Sorry about the tip", she said in a sultry voice, "I don't have that much change. I don't suppose you'd know of a way I could ... work off the debt?"

"That's ... all right. You can pay later. I've got to go..."

"Oh well. If you change your mind, shy guy, you know where to find me."

Deep down, The Sentinel was shocked by what she had just done. She was a man, but she had just thrown herself at the pizza guy! She sat forlornly and ate her pizza, wondering how long it would be before she lost all control. She could imagine throwing herself at American Eagle, Freedom Rider, Rushmore. Hell, she could even imagine going after the girls on the team!

Thinking about all this was making her more and more excited. She thought that a nice cool shower or bath might help calm her down. She went to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. She was right, the bath did help relax her. She was so relaxed that she never heard the front door open and someone walk in. That someone went to the bathroom and opened the door.

The Sentinel gasped as the door opened, and the Fox entered.

"Sorry to disturb you, my dear, but I let myself in. Come out of there and we'll talk. Oh, don't worry about covering yourself. There is nothing there I haven't seen before."

She knew if she resisted, he would drag her out roughly. As she slowly rose from the tub, he grabbed a towel from the rack and held it in front of him like a matador with his cape. She let him wrap the towel around her damp body. Suddenly, he pulled her into a close embrace and passionately kissed her. Surprisingly, she did not fight it. The Fox thought that the nymphomania brainwashing had worked better than he had hoped. The Fox broke the embrace and dragged her into the living room. She noticed several shopping bags on the floor, including some from lingerie shops.

"Hope you don't mind", the Fox said as he dug through the bags, "but I went shopping. I think I maxed-out your ... sorry, MY .. credit cards."

"That's all right", the Sentinel replied, bitterly. "How did you find me?"

"I figured you would come here, so I looked up your .. whoops, there I go again ... my address in the Patriots' computer system. And my name. I think I'm going to enjoy being Charles Chambers, for a while at least."

He pulled a box of cigars from a bag. They were imported and probably very expensive. He offered her one.

"No, I don't smoke", she said.

"Actually, you do now. It's part of your altered programming. Cigars are among the things that will set off your libido. There isn't much that won't.

Hell, linoleum tile will make you want to have sex! Of course, you've probably figured that out by now."

The Fox looked at the hero. If he was hoping for a reaction from her, he was disappointed. She just stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, and stared at him impassively.

"What? Nothing to say? Not even a cliche like 'you'll never get away with this' or 'the Super-Patriots will save me'?"

"I do have a couple of questions", she said.

"Okay, shoot."

"Why?"

"Why the body switch? Why the brainwashing? Why am I torturing you like this? Is that what you want to know?"

"Yes."

Now it was the Fox's turn to become silent. He stood there thinking for a moment. When he answered, it was in a quiet tone.

"Because you tortured me first. Ever since we first, I ... I have been attracted to you. I ... loved you. But you were always so damn proper, so

moral, so holier-than-thou. You would never stoop to have a relationship with a criminal. No, you would just lead her on, make her fall in love, then treat her like dirt and throw her in a cell. Damn it! We could have been something! I could have been queen of America, and you would have been my king! Now you can see what it's like to be me, you bastard!"

The Fox turned away. The Sentinel realized he was crying. She couldn't believe it, but she felt sorry for the criminal. She tenderly put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry", she said, "I never realized."

The Fox pushed her off. In a moment, he had composed himself. He turned, flashing a smug grin.

"Now, your next question is going to be ..."

"What's next? What are you going to do with me?"

"Right. Well, you know about my plan to raid your friends' records. So far, I'm making good headway. It really helped when you escaped. They were running around like headless chickens. All the confusion. And they still have no clue who I really am. I have to say they're not a bright bunch. After I'm done, I'm going to dump this body and go back to being a woman, preferably young, rich, and beautiful with no criminal record. Maybe a supermodel. That leaves you. You know you're never getting this bod back. You could try to convince your friends that you're really the Sentinel. Whoops! Can't do that with the programming. That leaves only two options."

He reached into the bag from the lingerie store and pulled out two packages, costumes wrapped in plastic. Holding one in each hand, he let her examine them. One was a sexy prison convict outfit, while the other was a French maid's uniform. Both were in her size, which wasn't surprising.

"Now, these represent your two options. This one", the convict costume, "is a long stretch in the gray bar hotel. The other ...well, when I retire to my island, I'm going to need a maid."

The Sentinel looked at the costumes without emotion.

"How long do I have to make my choice?"

"Oh, as long as it takes us to complete our other business."

She wondered what he meant, but realized when he flung her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. He flung her on the bed and snatched her towel away.

"You don't .. you can't ...!"

"Oh, that got your attention! C'mon, I'm a man, at least at the moment, you're a woman. I want to test out this equipment. And with your built-in nymphomania, you'll love it. Let's ride!"

The Sentinel knew that if her plan was to work, she'd have to keep him busy, keep him talking, keep his attention off his pants. She tried to get up and run away, but he knocked her back down. He held her down with one hand and tried to unbuckle his pants with the other. That's when he noticed the green flashing light on his belt. She saw the look of confusion that came over his face, which changed into a look of surprise and fear. She looked up to see what had frightened him, and saw the Spirit Of 76 floating through the wall.

"HALT, VILLAIN", the Spirit said in a booming voice.

At the same moment, the American Eagle crashed through the window! The Fox jumped off the bed and tried to run out the door. That door was turned into splinters by the crashing entrance of Rushmore! Behind him were the other Super-Patriots. Freedom Rider grabbed the Fox and held him, while Yankee Clipper helped the Sentinel off the bed and into her robe.

"Guys!", the Fox shouted, "what are you doing? That's the Fox! She's a dangerous criminal! I just caught her!"

"Since when does capturing a criminal involve rape?", the Eagle asked.

"It isn't what you think! It's a trick!"

"Give it up ... Fox!", Freedom Rider said to him "We know everything. Show him, Fireworks."

The woman pressed a button on her own belt three times. There was a noise like a tape rewinding. Then, his voice and his victim's. Slowly, those voices revealed the Fox's entire horrible plan.

"The belts are communicators linked to the base", the Sentinel said, "When you were kissing me in the bathroom, I turned it on. All I had to do was wait."

The Fox began to laugh uncontrollably. He had heard that every great plan had one flaw. And to think, she had called the Sentinel a conceited idiot!

*****

A week later. In one of the Super-Patriot's holding cells, someone who looked like the Sentinel sat and fumed. Yes, our heroes had captured the Fox, but they had little to show for it. They couldn't hand her over to the police, not while she was in the Sentinel's body. They would never believe the story, and their teammate would end up in jail while the real criminal got off scot-free. They had been unable to find the body-switching device or figure out how to undo the switch without it. So, they looked him/her up (making sure to block the escape hatch), hoping the Fox would break down and tell them where it was. So far, no luck.

Most of the Super-Patriots were in the monitor room, looking at their prisoner through a closed-circuit television. American Dream entered.

"I've just finished my latest scan of the Sentinel's mind. Do you want to hear the report?'

They all knew it was bad news. Dream had dropped her 'flaky hippie' act. The American Eagle silently nodded.

"Well, he ... she ... is beginning to suffer an identity crisis. She still can't identify herself, and even if she could, the story is hard to believe. Until we can reverse the switch, if we can, her lives as Charles Chambers and the Sentinel are over. Still, she wants to continue the fight for justice, mostly to prove that she can. Then, there's her nymphomania."

"What about it? Can't you help her control it?", Rushmore said in his deep voice.

"Not without turning off all of her emotional responses. If she doesn't control it, she won't be able to function. There's only one way to do that. She has to ... have sex. Once a day at least. And for the sake of her fragile mindset, it had better be with people she knows and trusts."

The team was shocked. Dream meant them!

"Great. Just great.", the American Eagle said, "well, I guess Freedom Rider, Rushmore, and I will ... take turns. Spirit, I'm sorry to say this, but you're out. I think you give her the creeps. Besides, I'm not sure if you can still ..."

He stopped out of embarrassment. He truly hated this whole situation.

"Actually", Dream said, "there's an addition I have to make to your list..."

"Ewww", Fireworks said, "you aren't going to tell us she wants to do the Spirit too?"

"No, A. E. was right. He creeps her out. Sorry, Spirit. What I meant was ... well, just put me, Fireworks, and Clipper on the list too, A. E."

"EWWW!", Fireworks cried, "I'm not to going to do it with another woman!"

"You have to! If you reject her, if any of us reject her, it could do all sorts of damage to her psyche. We're all going to have to ... "

The team fell silent. This was quite possibly the ugliest situation they had ever been in. Someone had to say something.

"Well," Freedom Rider said, "you don't hear me complaining."

They all glared at him as he smiled sheepishly. American Eagle decided to ignore the attempt at levity.

"Is there any more good news?"

"Well, there's a good chance that she could become too attached to her new life. She could find it impossible to re-adjust to life as a man. Even if we were to find the device today, it might already be too late."

Before the team could adjust to that news, Yankee Clipper entered.

"Sentinel's outside. We just finished her new costume, and she wants to show it off."

American Eagle nodded assent, and Clipper stood aside. Sentinel walked in. The team was speechless. Her new costume consisted of a teddy, belt, gloves, choker, and short high-heels boots. The whole ensemble was in a red, white, and blue flag design, and while it looked like normal lingerie, it was made of highly durable materials. Of course, she still carried her Torch in her belt. Star-shaped earrings and sunglasses with reflective lens, presumably to hide her identity, completed the outfit.

"Well", A. E. coughed, "that's a new look, Sentinel."

"Yes", she said, "my old costume didn't seem appropriate, especially since I can't call myself by that name anymore. Besides, they say if you've got it, flaunt it. And I have certainly got it. So, what do you think?"

As she said that, she pressed her body against A. E.' s, giving him a good look at her cleavage. A. E. stammered. Inwardly, she smiled. Soon, she would have her former rival wrapped around her little finger.

"Speaking of not being able to say your name", Freedom Rider said, giving his leader a break, "what are you going to call yourself?"

"Hmm. I still have my Torch, and it should be something to fit our patriotic motif, so why not ... LADY LIBERTY!"

The team nodded their approval. They went into the meeting room. The meeting went by very fast, as they were all somewhat shell-shocked. All the while, Lady Liberty played 'footsies' with each of them under the table. They quickly adjourned and filed out, with Lady Liberty and Fireworks the last to go. Lady Liberty watched her teammates walk up the stairs to their quarters. She took particular interest in Rushmore's derriere.

"So, uh, Lady", Fireworks nervously asked, "what are you planning to do now?"

"Actually, dear, I was thinking about taking a trip."

"Really? Where?"

Lady Liberty matched up the stairs, heading towards the albino giant's room.

"Oh .. to Mount Rushmore."

 

THE END.

 

 

 

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