Note to the reader: All characters in the story are at least 18 years of age, even if not stated in the story.
My name is Jennifer and I am a superhero crime fighter. Or at least a sidekick to one. Or at least training to be a sidekick. Two years ago I was a top ranked amateur gymnast. Making the Olympic team wasn't an impossibility for me. I was approached by a woman named Macey. She wanted to offer me a chance to be something more. Sure, gymnastics was a great sport, but was I truly going to make the world a better place by performing on the uneven bars better than my Polish counterpart? She showed me a path where I could save lives, fight actual evil and maybe even save the world. She could make me a superhero.
Macey was secretly 'The Busty Wonder,' likely the most famous super heroine in the world. Her name means she 'bust' crime so good it's a 'wonder.' I've heard men talk about her name meaning other things of the more sexual manner, but I know the real meaning behind the name. Yes, she did have very large, ahem, breast. And yes, her iconic costume top was a green leather corset that showed off a large amount of cleavage, but that was for maneuverability. As was the lacy green bikini bottoms that she wore. I did wish they would cover more of her butt though.
She also donned a dark green mask that hid her identity. No one knew that Macey was the Busty Wonder, except me. In revealing this secret to me, I knew this was my calling and I agreed. As far as my parents know, Macey is a private gymnast instructor who agreed to take me on as her only student. While she did have me continue to practice gymnastics, she taught me so much more. Fighting, small weapons, survival methods, the psychology of criminals, everything I could possibly need to join the fight against crime. I was eager to get out into the world and practice my skill in real scenarios, but Macey wouldn't let me until she was certain I was fully trained and ready.
For over 2 years we trained 3 to 4 hours a day. My parents had no clue what was going on. I would attend the occasional gymnastics competition to keep my parents from questioning what I was doing with my training time. I'd aim for a 3rd place finish typically. Good enough to show my training was worth it, but not so good where I could get picked up by the national team. I also kept up with my school work. Macey insisted that my grades stay high.
She also encouraged me to have a boyfriend, which I did finally get in the form of my classmate Daniel. He's sweet and cute. I am unwilling to go any further than kissing with him and I won't risk a pregnancy derailing my hero career before it even starts. He respects this, again very sweet. I don't get a lot of time to spend with him, but he doesn't complain.
I am now 18 years old and a senior in high school. I'm in peak physical condition with lightning reflexes and the strength of almost any male student in the school. My costume, after a lot of iterations, is ready for its debut. I went with an almost identical mask to Busty Wonder's, but I've attached black hair to it to hide my shoulder length blond hair. I went with a green leather top with straps. It shows more cleavage than I'd like, but less than what Macey pressed me to show. I'm not as large in the chest as her, but I'm still a D-cup despite all of the psychical training I do. Otherwise my bottoms are skin tight black bicycle shorts. They hug my butt tight but I wasn't willing to have any of my butt showing. Macey claims one day I will want to have less material down there constricting me.
While Macey gave me more freedom to design my costume, my superhero name she was insistent on me taking the title, "The Curvy Wonder."
"Oh, because of my right hook is so strong and my arm curves when I do it? Almost like a wonder," was what I said when she first presented it to me.
She stared at me a replied, "Right, that's why."
I felt embarrassed as her tone of voice obviously means I misunderstood that the name was actually in reference to my great ability to dodge. One of these days I'll confirm that with her.
One afternoon I was finishing up my mandatory 30 double back flips for the day. I was wearing the thong and sports bra Macey insists I train in. It's embarrassing showing off so much skin but it's just us two here. It's also more than Macey herself trains in as she likes to 'let her body be free.' On that day Macey finally gave me the news I had been hoping for. She was going to take me on my first mission as her sidekick. A local criminal organization has been smuggling advanced weapons in the area and the rumor was they were doing so with the help of high school students at one of the local schools.
"Which school is it," I asked.
"Mountain Hill High School, your school. Have you heard anyone talk about weapons or dealing with criminals at your school," Macey asked me.
"Busty (I'm never allowed to say her real name out loud while we train), you know I'm not very popular at my school. All of the guys at school only want to comment on my chest, except for my boyfriend Daniel who doesn't think about that. And all of the girls also only want to comment on my chest, but meaner. It's sad that girls with large breast like us have such a hard time getting popular in our society," I said impressed with my own ability to so poetically sum up unfairness in our society today.
Macey gave me an odd look, "That's entirely not true... you know what I'll address that later.
She continued on with the briefing, "I'm going to need you to help me gather intel and track down these criminals. This mission will require you to be both Jennifer and Curvy Wonder."
The thought of me fighting crime as myself and not my hero persona was exciting as it was dangerous. I'm not sure if even Macey has ever done that.
"You can count on me. Justice will meet the face of Jennifer, and it will be sorry." My hero quips were greatly improving I thought to myself.
"Just shut up and listen," Macey interjected. "This is your first mission. But it's more than that. This is when you will show me if all my time training you has been a waste or if you actually have what it takes to be Curvy Wonder. Perform poorly in this mission, and I'll never work with you again."
I went pale upon realizing how much was riding on this mission. This time tomorrow, I could be out of the hero business forever.
Macey continued, "You need to show me you will do whatever it takes to track down these villains. Failure will mean innocent people will die." My throat had gone dry, and I felt cold hearing this.
"Also, what is the most important thing to a superhero?"
My voice cracked but I managed to answer, "Their secret identity."
Macey nodded, placing her hand on my shoulder. "If your identity is revealed in this mission, I will have to abandon you. Criminals will hunt you down your whole life. You won't be able to be a superhero or even a stripper."
Macey had told me stories of other super heroines who had taken on young women to train and become sidekicks. However as soon as they got in the papers for their hero work, they turned around and became world famous strippers. It was a serious problem for super heroine recruitment. A lot of early work with Macey was focused purely on determining how much I desired to become a stripper. Very odd tests.
"I won't fail. I will be the best super heroine I can be," I said, finding the courage to respond.
"We shall see. The mission starts tomorrow morning. I want you to attend school as normal but meet behind the science hall at 7:30. Dress sexy," Macey said staring at me intently.
Despite what she thinks, I can dress sexy. "Yes Busty. The criminals will see the vengeance of law in the fist of my law bringers," I said clinching my fist very bad ass like.
Macey turned around to respond, stopped herself, took a breath, then simply told me to be ready at 7:30. She often doesn't know how to reply to my quips, something for her to work on I guess.
The next day I grabbed my sexiest outfit. I wore blue jeans but on the butt were several kitty patches. For a top, I wore a pink sweater. What really sold the outfit as sexy was a brooch I attached that had a multi color daises attached to it. They weren't real flowers, but everyone else didn't need to know that.
I got to the area behind the science hall early at 7:20 and within a few minutes I heard Macey's voice above me call out. "What the fuck are you wearing? I said dress sexy," she said standing over me on the roof.
"This is sexy! Daniel asked me out wearing almost this exact outfit," I said in rebuttal.
"I've shown more skin at funerals. Jesus Christ you are off to a bad start." Macey's comments startled me. I think she doesn't know what guys my age like. I'm the one with a boyfriend I thought.
Macey moved on to the task at hand, "I need you to start asking around and find a lead on the weapon smuggling. We can't take all day on this though. I will meet you back here at 9. Don't come back empty handed. I want a real solid lead."
I nodded back and replied with a hero quip I had thought of last night, "The path of the justice..."
Macey interrupted me saying, "Lose the fucking flower brooch at bare minimum."
I sulked and took it off. "It's not actually a real flower believe it or not," but when I looked up she was gone.
I got to work, walking around the halls asking anyone I could find if they knew anything about smuggled weapons. After the 9th person in a row replied with a comment regarding what I was hiding under my sweater, I tried taking a new approach.
I walked up to a group of guys, slickly saying to them, "Hey guys, nice apparels you are all wearing. So anyway, I'm tired of the law and want to work on crimes. The weapon smuggling variety. Do you know where I can go to do that?"
I was willing to do anything for the mission, even going as far as to pretend to want to do a crime or two. They looked at each other, and they waved me to come in close. This is it, I finally found my lead. I leaned in to hear all of the secret crime info.
"The only smuggling I know of are those giant titties you got smuggled under you sweater." "GOD DAMNIT," I yelled stomping away. Make that 10 in a row.
Before 1st period I got responses ranging from being told to flash my tits, engage in oral pleasures, stick objects in my vagina, and of course undergo sexual intercourse. And those were the responses I got from just the girls in my class. I had stopped asking the guys a while ago for my own mental sake. During 1st period I felt like crying. I had nothing and was going to fail being a superhero before I even got a chance to don my costume in public.
