The Adventures of Super Hot Chick
Issue 6: Black Bikini Super-Chick
by X-Writer

Now it had been not one, not two, not three, but four weeks that Alicia Breasts was spending her days fulfilling naked community service. Dear God, it was staggering to try to think of how far things had gone by this point . . . how many days had been spent having her naked body showcased to millions of people . . . how long this insane, impossible life kept going on, and only kept getting more intense! By now, she and Bat-Bitch had action figures in which the villainess ripped off the heroine's costume; there were ENF-themed dolls, in which pulling on the clothing caused the doll to reactively cover up; two video-games were in the works in which the player was a naked Alicia, walking around the city naked . . . God, it never seemed to end!

And yet, by this point, Alicia had also noticed that she couldn't really complain, since there was the positive side to it all. She was famous. Everybody knew her name. So many guys were paying attention to her naked body, she could never count them all. All of this, and yet, Alicia secretly knew, mere months ago she had only been some plain, ordinary girl whom nobody knew or cared about.

Really, some days, Alicia wondered if this set-up in life was all that bad. Compared to the past – all those wasted years where she accomplished nothing – this was the year where she was at her peak. She was famous! Rich, she was not . . . she had actually not kept up with any of her bills for a few months. And that was before the court costs had drained her of whatever last few cents she had!

The idea popped into her head one day: why not just write a book about all this, and instantly hit it big?

Alicia knew this would work, because she already had the fame and publicity, and just needed to find one publisher who would take her. Alicia challenged herself to put together an entire book within two weeks. Since she already had to walk around naked for hours a day, she just hired someone to take pictures of her routine, with a page of written words to accompany every photo. In this book, Alicia described everything – the public nudity, the agony of being naked in front of strangers, the humiliation of taking showers and fingering herself in front of onlookers, as some snapped photographs and filmed videos . . . Hell, why not spin all this to her advantage?

Exposed Tits Publishing picked up her book in no time, fighting every other publisher to get the rights – though they did recommend removing all the written words. During all this time, Alicia never had any trouble being exposed naked – so, now that she was doing it deliberately, all her work was being done for her! The more the publishing company exposed her body, the more money she would make!

Indeed, it only took another week for Alicia to start raking in the money. But even with this money, she felt heavily depressed, wrestling heavily with the issue of her real identity being known openly to the public. She had identified herself as both Alicia Breasts and Super-Chick in her book; now there really was no privacy. Her secret identity was no longer secret. Hell, even the brand of shaving cream she used to shave her pussy wasn't a secret!

One day, while fulfilling her daily hours of walking around naked, she noticed some kind of small meteorite falling from the sky. And, just like that, Alicia suddenly remembered. All this supposed fame; all this supposed glory; all this supposed celebrity life; really, in the beginning, she had just been Alicia Breasts, some random nobody, who one day happened to stumble upon a meteor. That could have happened to anyone!

Suddenly, Alicia could remember what had been forgotten for so long: the life before all this insanity, before all these daily worries about the media, and humiliating public showers. Dear God . . . all this time afterward, all these adventures later, she finally saw the one sight that made her stop and remember where it all began – just with a meteor falling from the sky! Alicia Breasts may have been a successful author and nudist, but now she realized that, at this point in her journey, she was all the way back at square one.

She ran and ran to find that falling meteorite, boobs bouncing the whole way. It was the most important thing to her. The meteor was falling into Circular Park; by the time Alicia got there, she noticed that the small meteorite had just crashed into the ground, forming a crater several feet deep, and apparently now covered in a layer of some kind of oozy black substance – probably tar?

Alicia got close to the meteorite, overcome with feelings, filled with nostalgia again for the first time in a long while. She wanted to re-live it now . . . to remember, again, just what it all used to be, and what the original point was . . .

What Alicia failed to notice was that the black, oozy substance on this new meteor was more than just tar – the ooze was moving on its own, being guided by a conscious, thinking mind. When the black ooze touched Alicia's leg, it felt it. What Alicia failed to notice, while paying full attention to the meteorite itself, was that the black ooze had jumped up to her neck, and wrapped itself around the black choker necklace she was wearing that day. By staying still, the black ooze deliberately camouflaged itself against the necklace, and even Alicia wasn’t aware of its presence.

Uh-oh. The steel shackle on her right foot was flashing red and green, and beeping very loudly. She had strayed too far from the public spotlight, and violated the naked court order. Immediately, the metal shackles on both of her shins magnetically clicked together, forcing her feet together and leaving both legs unable to move. Instantly, the metal bands on her wrists were forced to connect together, then raise several feet above her head. Fully exposed, fully uncovered, and completely unable to move, she stood there, totally naked, for one entire minute, as people passed by and stared.

This was quite intense. But she would have to remain frozen for another few minutes. This was just part of the life of having probation: she was forbidden from wearing clothes. Still, as a passerby noticed, her pussy started tightening on its own from the feeling of being exposed.

So Alicia remained trapped in place, and when it was over she went back to walking around naked . . . completely oblivious to the thinking black ooze on her neck.

Later on, while fingering herself on the beach at 8 p.m., bathed in the light of three court-ordered spotlights, Alicia’s mind was lost in thought. Sure, there were three court-assigned cameramen right there the whole time, and Alicia knew she was being watched live by millions of viewers at home, but even so her mind just wasn’t in the same place as her body that evening. All the fame she’d gotten for herself . . . all the money her book was bringing in . . . all the ratings drawn by her public displays of “good behavior” . . . really, all along it had just been the life story of Alicia Breasts.

Alicia stopped to remember middle school. In the beginning, she was the quiet, social outcast kid that nobody liked. Fuck-Face, Dweeb-Girl, and Alicia Butt-Face had been among her most common nicknames. In high school, she was pantsed regularly, with all the other kids laughing at her. Alicia remembered, now, who her main tormenter had been: Jenna Delta Bitchmore. The two had gone to school together for years, just as two plain, ordinary girls, whom were one another's rivals as cheerleaders for a short while. Now, Alicia and Jenna had gone off in two separate directions; Alicia was Super-Chick, and . . .

. . . Jenna had become Bat-Bitch.

What a horrible feeling, to have all those bad memories suddenly back in her head again. Alicia remembered, now, being teased in middle school, and tortured to a much worse level in high school. She spent her senior year at a special private school that was seniors-only, a school in which nobody under 18 was permitted. She figured her problems would be over then – but that was merely where they began.

All across the age of 18, every time Alicia took a shower in the girls’ locker room, Jenna and her friends had grabbed her by the wrists, forced her to the door to the outside, opened that door, and pushed her out while soaking wet and totally naked, then locked the door and pulled the fire alarm! Every single time! Every single day, Alicia was the center of attention during the two-hour fire exit procedures! Once, the story had even made the news; and Jenna called up her cousin who worked at that station to see to it that nothing was blurred or censored, offering the excuse that the camera had a seven-second delay and couldn’t censor it in time!

That had been over a year earlier – way before the costumes, the heroics. But what else had Jenna done . . .?

Indeed, Jenna hadn't stopped harassing Alicia there. Once, when Alicia was in a changing room at the mall, Jenna used a cane to steal the clothes Alicia had changed out of, while she was still changing. Jenna then broke open the doors, ran inside, stole the clothes Alicia had just been about to change into, and ran off, leaving Alicia stranded in public, naked. And then she went even further by telling Alicia that if she wanted those clothes back, she’d have to walk all the way to the opposite side of the mall to get them back, completely naked the whole time. And when she got all the way there, passing by 1,500 people along the way, she only found a note with the shape of a bat at the top, reading: PSYCH!

But it got worse. One time, when they were at a different mall, Jenna had used her amazing knowledge of computers to sync the movie theater’s movie screens with her own cell phone camera lens. During the trailers to the movie, Jenna took over the movie screen, introducing herself to the camera and explaining that she was about to expose a girl naked on the screen. Jenna had already invited a dozen people to that exact theater at that exact time to see it; this had been planned one week in advance.

Jenna had one of her friends walk up to Alicia and start talking to her. This was only a distraction; Jenna was sneaking up behind Alicia, lifting up the backside of her skirt to film what was underneath . . . no panties. Her bare ass showed up loud and clear on the movie theater screen. After that, Jenna looked up the skirt from the front to catch a perfect, heavenly shot of Alicia's pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination. After that, Jenna simply put the camera right up to Alicia’s cleavage, even pulling her top back to get a better look. Alicia's breasts bouncing together was played over and over again, in slow-mo, on the theater screen! Alicia was shaking violently now, just thinking about it. God, she couldn’t believe how long she had kept those memories repressed, how long she had truly believed to herself it all started as

Super-Chick. Alicia had enough anger in her now that she truly, truly wanted to kill Jenna, now known as Bat-Bitch . . . and then, all the other super-villains who had followed!! No . . . she wouldn’t kill Jenna . . . no, she’d keep her alive and naked. It was time for the Revenge Era to begin. No more playing around. No more failures. No, it was time for a change. Alicia continued to think these thoughts and feelings, feeling too energetic to let it die down, for several hours. Later, at night, she continued to think about it while lying in bed in the dark, playing with herself. In her head, she pictured all the exposures she would create . . . all the revenge memories she would make . . .

As she continued to play with herself, the black ooze removed itself from where it had been – her black choker necklace, now lying on the floor. The black ooze slithered up the side of her bed, then across her blanket, and finally, onto her body itself . . .

“I’M ALL OUT OF CLOTHES!!” she screamed while suddenly waking up at 5:30 a.m.

She bolted up out of bed, totally naked, in a panic. She grabbed for the drawers in her bedroom. She had suddenly come to her great realization while asleep, and now she had to confirm it . .

Every drawer was empty.

All of Alicia’s clothes had somehow been destroyed in battle.

Every single article of clothing.

“NOOOOO!!” she screamed. “Now I’m stuck being naked ALL THE TIME!”

Black ooze spread across her body, starting at her neck and moving downward; suddenly, she was wearing a black towel.

. . . What? She furrowed her eyebrows; what was happening?

The black towel changed shape. Now it was a pair of two black boots.

It changes shape as you think, an echoey voice said in Alicia’s head.

Alicia’s eyes lit up with excitement! “Oh, wow!” she said. “I knew it was a fate thing!” She walked to her mirror, and examined her naked body. Presently, she was wearing black boots. Mentally, she commanded the boots to crawl up her body, some of them forming a black bikini bottom, some crawling further upward to cover her breasts.

“Wow!!” she screamed with delight. “Thank God for that meteorite . . . this black ooze changes shape as I declare!!” Mentally, she commanded the ooze to cover absolutely everything below her neck.

She started laughing. She didn’t know exactly what had happened. She didn’t understand it. But she didn’t care. Fate had struck again, and now it was time to bring on the Era of Revenge . .

* * *

Alicia just felt like a whole new person, walking around town in her sexy new black outfit. No more of that “innocent, studying girl” look that she'd had with her original costumes. And no more nudity, either; she was done taking the bullshit of other people exposing her. No, this was an all-new look, to match the all-new mind, in this all-new era. This was the side of Alicia nobody had any clue about – fully unleashed.

The power of the suit gave her such a rush! Her pussy was getting tingly just thinking about it! In this suit, she felt stronger . . . bolder . . . more confident! And, indeed, this meant that the Revenge Era was going to begin!

After running down the streets long enough, she decided it was time to change from a superhero to just Alicia. Currently, the skintight blackness covered everything below the neck. “Change into a bikini,” she said out loud, and immediately it happened: much of the suit seemed to just disappear into her body, while only a black two-piece bikini remained.

Alicia walked around happily for a few moments. But then the bikini started shrinking against her will. She looked around, nervous, covering up the bikini areas now, just in case. Soon, her costume looked just like Crow Lady's – just three black circles, to censor just her nipples and pussy.

Alicia did her best to look behind her. Just what was covered back there? She felt her back with her hand; nothing there. She felt her ass-cheeks with her hand; nothing there, either. Oh, great, so apparently that black ooze had just decided to leave the entire backside naked.

. . . Why was the suit not responding to her control? Shh, shh, it doesn't matter, a gentle voice in her head reminded her. She closed her eyes, and sighed, remembering that it was better not to care about anything. The black circle covering her pussy suddenly pulled itself away, allowing some air and wind to come through and massage Alicia's clitoris. Alicia felt so great, even after she looked down and saw that her twat was slightly exposed, she didn't care!

She was living the life now! She had finally unlocked the secret to perfection! And it had only just begun. The first place she intended to go was the makeup store, to get some hair dye – to stop being a blonde, and have black hair. Then she'd get her tongue pierced; then her nipple; maybe even –

R I I I N G!

The cell phone attached to Alicia’s upper thighs started going off, and the vibrations disrupted all the black ooze within a 6-inch radius. In other words, Alicia’s pussy was suddenly completely exposed. In fact, after enduring enough vibrations from cell phone rings, the entire suit began to disintegrate, leaving Alicia completely naked!!

She blushed, her entire face deep red, covering both boobs with one hand and her crotch with the other. “WHAT!!” she screamed into her cell phone.

It was Bat-Bitch. “Guess who??” Jenna Bitchmore said tauntingly – at that moment, prowling atop a dark roof, watching Alicia with binoculars, hidden behind a gargoyle statue. Alicia looked around, and growled. She knew she'd find Jenna within seconds, though – ever since she'd started wearing this black suit, she just put so much energy into everything she did now, and seemed to get much better usage of her powers than before. Alicia felt senses she'd never felt before, pinpointing her straight in Bat-Bitch's direction. Alicia looked through the gargoyle statue; then she made it disappear.

Jenna was caught. “Don't be so co- MMFFF!!! MMWMWM??” Suddenly, black liquid was covering her mouth, keeping it shut! Clank, clank – more black liquid shot straight from the suit to Jenna's feet, clamping them in place on the ground!

“Quiet, bitch,” Alicia said. “I'm gonna run a real quick errand . . . I'll be back!!” With that, she took off.

By the time Alicia was back, she had a whole new look about her. Her hair was now black. Her tongue was pierced. Her left nipple was pierced. She had a tattoo of the word “PUSSY”, right next to her pussy.

This was not Alicia Breasts as Jenna had ever known her. This was not Alicia Breasts as ANYONE had known her! This was her new side – everything from inside, unleashed.

Alicia grabbed Jenna, and handcuffed her wrists together with the black ooze. She then jumped off the roof, clung onto a light pole, and connected Jenna's wrists to the light. Jenna was now hanging from both wrists, with black ooze over her mouth, and her feet stuck together. Well, that may have been bad already, but now Alicia shot a black web at her outfit and yanked it off, one article of clothing at a time, until she was fully naked.

Alicia left, to move on to her next business.

Alicia flew around town for a while, and suddenly decided to let go of her own flight, dropping to the ground and causing a small crater. Standing back up, she saw that she was at the gym, just outside the girls’ locker room. She turned on her x-ray vision, and the entire wall disappeared, exposing all the showering girls inside. But she wasn’t done until she made all the lockers, all the benches, the walls, the clothes, everything that could possibly be used as cover, disappear. 10 naked girls were left with absolutely nothing!

But Alicia still wasn’t done. She used her telekinesis power, a power that had only kicked in over the last couple weeks, to force the girls to fly through the air, and land safely on the street 200 feet away. The naked, exposed girls were far away from the locker room at which they had started!

Alicia didn't even know why she had done that. She had no bone to pick with them. Those girls were strangers! Still, she didn't care; she felt like a predator now, living only to hunt its prey, only satisfied to hunt some more.

With that in mind, Alicia flew off, searching for her true target.

The second enemy on her list was Octopussy.

Not long after taking care of Jenna, Alicia saw a news broadcast that warned the world that Lesbian Octopussy was still on the loose. This time, she wasn't afraid. This time, it was just one more thing that was instantly spun to her advantage.

Alicia studied the location Lesbian Octopussy was reported as being in, and flew there within a minute. Alicia challenged Octopussy to a fight. The villainess readily accepted the challenge. This time, in this fight, Alicia only laughed; because as soon as Octopussy whipped out her mechanical arms, as soon as she powered them on, her day was done. Alicia had come prepared by strategically placing eight separate super-electromagnets in the windows of the nearby buildings – and now, because of magnetism, Octopussy’s arms were all forced to extend in those directions.

Octopussy squirmed, and struggled, and thrashed about, but she could do nothing; her mechanical arms were stuck to the magnets, and could not move. She could move her arms and legs freely, but to no use.

Octopussy’s body was now suspended 15 feet above ground. Alicia made the tentacles transparent, but did not make them disappear completely. Then, Alicia connected a video camera to the enormous TV screen in SpaceSquare, and connected that video camera to a flagpole hanging 15 feet in the air. In other words, Alicia showed the whole city Lesbian Octopussy, still wearing all her clothes, stuck to eight magnets, completely unable to move. In fact, with two strategically-placed video cameras active at once, people could see her from the front and back, both at once!

“Killer rack!” one guy on the street pointed out, while pointing up to the split-screen image. Indeed, sometimes it was nice to see a hot woman still wearing clothes: a tight black bra, black g-string, and skin-tight black leather pants.

This was why Alicia was glad she had done so much research into cloth-dissolving chemicals. Alicia simply poured a small amount onto Octopussy’s shoulders, then flew off and allowed the chemicals to slowly drip down her body and eat through her clothing. The clothes slowly drifted downward while disintegrating, eventually falling completely off and into the crowd. Alicia felt it was a guarantee that, within two minutes, Lesbian Octopussy would be completely naked.

Octopussy looked down at her feet, eyeing the crowd of people below . . . then, with much horror, looked up at the camera.

. . . Really, by now, Alicia was starting to realize that this was the only logical way to be a superhero: to strip her enemies naked. All this time, her villains had been trying to gain dominance over her by stripping her naked. Now she could win the game by doing the same thing back!

Just to prove a point, Alicia barged into Jenna's house one morning while she was in the middle of showering, grabbed her out, and flew her down to the streets and sidewalks, then cuffed her hands behind her back and left her at the police station, with a small note covering her pussy: “CAPTURED BY SUPER-CHICK!”

Justice was served.

The next target on her list: Crow Lady.

Alicia realized that the time had finally come to do this. She interrupted the biggest concert in the world, at Madison Square Garden, by swooping onto the stage and delivering Crow Lady. Before long, all the cameras were aimed at her; and Alicia simply snatched her small metal Y bikini off her body, tossed it into the crowd, and flew away.

“Best concert of my life,” Alicia said to herself. With that, she simply threw Crow Lady into the crowd, naked, to be passed around.

By this point, the vibrations caused by all the music and other sounds around Alicia had left her suit completely disintegrated. Alicia was exposed naked yet again; but this time she didn't even care. The attention was not on her, as she flew away, in search of her next victim.

The next morning, Jenna was taking a leisurely shower, feeling more safe and secure than usual because she had five Green Rocks surrounding the bathroom door. But that security faded away quickly, as the walls of her house simply faded away, leaving Jenna exposed to the public, covered only by a shower curtain. She shrieked, then hid tightly behind the curtain, holding it around herself; but soon the curtain faded away, leaving her with nothing.

Jenna quickly grabbed for a towel, and wrapped it around herself; until that, too, faded away. Jenna looked at her change of clothes – it faded away. The clothes she had been wearing before – they faded away, too. Soon, there was absolutely nothing but Jenna, totally naked, visible to all!

“Why are you doing this?!” she growled through clenched teeth, knowing Alicia was around.

This had still only begun. Telekinesis drew Jenna away from the former location of her house, and out into the streets; she was still covering up desperately, while flying. Alicia suddenly flew into view, grabbed Jenna by her wrists, and flew a few feet up into the air. Jenna couldn’t get out of Alicia’s grip – and, of course, this ruined all attempts at covering herself. Alicia only held her in place for a minute or two, flying at a medium speed to a public swimming pool, where she dropped Jenna into the water naked, and flew off.

The next lady on Alicia's list was Mrs. Ice.

Where else would Alicia pursue her? At a public swimming pool. Mrs. Ice had no time to react; Alicia grabbed her by the upper arms, flew into the air, and flew her all the way to a public golf course.

Mrs. Ice was wearing the most expensive bikini Alicia had ever seen: a two-piece diamond bikini. There was nothing covering Mrs. Ice but a bunch of small diamonds, connected together with invisible string. Alicia sure hoped Mrs. Ice wasn’t too attached to it, because this outfit was going bye-bye.

Alicia didn’t do the stripping this time. Rather, she forced Mrs. Ice’s wrists together, a few feet above her head, and kept her entire body a few feet up in the air. Alicia flew Mrs. Ice’s helpless body over to two young adult gentlemen, who were in the middle of a game of golf. Alicia, still holding Mrs. Ice in place, ordered the two men to untie her bikini, pull it off, and never give it back.

Soon, a small pile of clothing was formed on the ground: a diamond bikini top and bottom. The two young men definitely knew that they’d make a lot of money when they sold these clothes. Alicia flew up into the air again, and once more used her new black webbing power to connect Mrs. Ice’s wrists to a rope hanging from a tree branch. It was here that the naked Mrs. Ice would have to remain all day – tied to the tree.

“Who says golf is a boring sport?” Alicia remarked.

Bat-Bitch wasn’t safe for long. One day, she was showering at a public gym. This was an easy one; Alicia made the walls fade away, dragged her outside with telekinesis, forced her to raise her hands above her head, and connected her to the wall with black ooze. With both hands and arms outstretched, Jenna’s naked body was connected to the wall by the wrists and shins, shackled with black ooze.

Jenna's naked body, stuck to the wall, was now an outdoor exhibit. Everyone who passed by could see. And, just to make sure, Alicia walked around, got the attention of total strangers, and directed them to the sight of naked Jenna. With every person who saw Jenna naked, Alicia felt satisfied that she was getting revenge for one more day of all those naked tortures from high school.

Her pussy just got tighter and tinglier, every time she thought about it.

And, dear God, it could just never be enough. One day, at a beach, Alicia unexpectedly struck the woman whom had once been known as the Impostor. She used a different approach this time: she just grabbed her bikini top, yanked it off, untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them off, used her super-strength to throw both across the ocean, and then webbed the lady's naked body to a tree with the black ooze.

Hmm . . . she had already done this before . . . surely something more original could be done. Alicia bent the tree until it stood in the shape of one-quarter of a circle. Now Impostor’s hands, tied together by the wrist, were supporting her entire body weight. For only $5, passersby could get their photo taken with the shape-changing beauty.

One man paid Alicia $5 to have his photo taken with the tied-up Impostor, as she took on the form of Pamela Anderson Lee. A second man paid $5 to have his photo taken with the tied-up Impostor, as she took on the form of Jenna Jameson. A third man paid $5 to have his photo taken with her as Ashlee Simpson. This certainly was original – and now Alicia was getting money from the terrible revenge.

On Alicia’s way home, she was just starting to feel the mightiest of all when, all of a sudden, her black costume shrunk itself back into a two-piece bikini, a top and bottom. Before long, all the straps and strings disappeared, and only the bare minimum existed to adequately cover up Alicia's private parts.

“No! Wait!!” Alicia pleaded.

I ENJOY THIS TOO, a voice inside her said.

What? She was confused. She had heard a voice? Hadn’t she heard a voice another time, earlier, as well?

Alicia struggled; she tried to make the black costume cover her whole body again. At first, it seemed to work, as the black ooze began to spread down her stomach and legs. However, seconds later, it merely snapped itself into one of the smallest shapes of all – a black Y which barely covered the basic essentials! Even then, there was absolutely nothing in the back! “What – what are you doing??” she asked.

I AM NOT JUST A SUIT, YOU MORON, a voice in her said . . . the voice that was flowing from the living black ooze.

I ENJOY THIS TOO, it reminded her, and that was it: all the black ooze covering her boobs disappeared, and became the black sleeves on her arms. All the black ooze covering her pussy became the sleeves on her legs. Her arms were forced together behind her back, her legs forced to stand slightly apart!

I am more than just some piece of black ooze, the voice inside the suit said. I have been guiding you all these past weeks . . . getting you to seek revenge on all those who ever wronged you!! But, also know that I enjoy exposing girls, too – and you’re the last one left!

“No – wait!!” she pleaded again, but now she understood the dilemma. The black ooze was more than just ooze – it was somehow being guided by some kind of intelligent, thinking mind. The suit was getting just as much of a thrill stripping girls naked as she was; and now it wanted to finish it off by stripping Alicia!

The black ooze forced her hands straight up in the air, and then it jumped up to her wrists and connected them to the brick wall. Alicia could be seen by everyone in the street! Her black hair started to cover her nipples, until the black ooze swatted it away!

It was a terrible position for her to be stuck in, and Alicia's willpower seemed to be overwhelmed by the will of the thinking black suit. She just couldn't believe that the very same train of thought she had been feeling for the last few days, in which she wanted to get revenge against every girl who had ever stripped her naked, was now being used against her after all! She was still helpless, exposed by the suit . . . but there was one last option. The suit had almost been destroyed once by the vibrations of her cell phone. If only . . .

Yes! There was an adult entertainment shop right across the street! Alicia couldn't move, but at least she could use her telekinesis to steal some of the items from out of that shop! Alicia made a vibrator fly over to her, without paying a cent for it. Perfect! She just had to pray it would work . . .

Using her telekinesis, Alicia turned on the vibrator and inserted it gently into her pussy. Instantly, everything that remained of the black suit deteriorated until it couldn't cover a thing. The black ooze seemed to get watered down until it was moving helplessly down the street like a dirty puddle.

At last, the suit was destroyed. She removed the vibrator, then dropped to the ground to land on both feet. At last, she could move again . . . at last, she was free from the evil influence of the black suit . . . but the last joke was on her, because she was still completely naked in public.

She walked into a dark alleyway, to have a little privacy with the vibrator. Now that she'd gotten started up, after all, she wanted to finish it to the end. Quickly fingering herself, she was suddenly photographed again and again – ah, the Hell with it, she didn't even care anymore! She kept going, despite the flashes of the camera, until she was done. Then she began to fly away.

Alicia was back to being her old self again. Now she had lost those new powers, and lost the ability to change her clothes just with thought, but she had gained the gift of being her true self again.

. . . Still with no clothes of any kind to change into.

The End