Batman felt that her mind was a queasy brew of rage, fear, shame and lust. Rage at Chad Oliver's transformation of her body into this petite teenage girl, at his description of them as tarts. Am I a tart? the thought complicated her rage with an
undercurrent of lust, especially since the idea of being a tart turned her on.
The figure pointed the flashlight in her direction and fear was back to being foremost in her mind. An overwhelming fear which made her literally shake her knee high vinyl boots.
"Alright, girls, let's go!"
"Um, who are you guys?" The slight pubescent voice of the former flash sounded simultaneous flirtatious and frightened.
"I'm Connor and this is my man, Benjy." The man gestured with the mag light briefly illuminating his and his friends features, which were college aged and batman found herself thinking, kind of cute. This insane thought was followed by another, <i>I
just love mature boys they know how to treat a girl like me
"Now let's be good girls and come on out here." he followed the statement by grabbing the slim tanned hand of superman and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arm around her slim waist.
"Oh! Honestly!"
Superman squealed musically in her southern twang. He pulled her out of the room..
"Let her go!" Batman rushed at Benjy intending to launch into a roundhouse kick but somehow the idea had become abstracted and as she got closer she found herself kicking his shins and pounding on his chest with her tiny fists.
"Damn! Feisty little bitch!" Benjy threw her large butt over his shoulder and carried her out.