The accident should not have happened. Nonetheless, it did. Edna Howton was not supposed to be on the base and her husband, Captain Thomas Howton should not have circled her and the family car at such a low altitude. Captain Howton should not have deviated from his flight plan by a single meter. But the remote base in the Nevada desert was beyond dull and the Captain had sought to elevate his bride's spirits. That the experimental aircraft's fuel tank, full of a top secret propellant synthesized from the alien spacecraft which had crashed not far away, in Roswell, a decade earlier, would take this specific moment to rupture, emptying its contents all over Edna Howton, the Howton convertible, and surrounding territory while Captain Howton dangerously ejected at a low altitude from his crippled aircraft, was an event no one could have anticipated.
Edna Howton had no time to react. She understood, on some level, her husband's plane was in trouble, but that did not worry her a s Tom had survived everything the Germans and the North Koreans had thrown at him. Any other thoughts she had were lost in the sudden burning, stinging pain of the viscous fluid that drenched her. Only the remarkable transformation of Edna Howton, prevented Thomas Howton from receiving the court martial he so richly deserved.
The doctors at the base noted it first. The glowing green alien fuel hardened within a few moments of being exposed to the atmosphere. Edna Howton resembled a giant lump of green crystal. Fearing the woman's immanent suffocation, the base doctors and nurses, in full hazmat suits, cut the congealed propellant from her body. Beneath the green layers of congealed ooze and the sensible house dress, the doctors found not what they expected, the desiccated burned and dying body of a forty year old military wife, but the healthy body of a far younger woman, perhaps eighteen, twenty at the most, healthier than any woman they had ever encountered, her muscle mass, the densest ever recorded. That she was also now spectacularly beautiful, even with her long brown hair burned away by the alien fuel, was obvious to every person in the room. The unconscious naked woman was thoroughly decontaminated, bathed, and sent to a recovery room. By rights, she should have been on her way to the morgue. The fuel which had drenched her was volatile, raising welts and causing burns on the hands of careless mechanics and fuel handlers. This shipment however had been kept under pressure, in a formulation its creators had cobbled together just this one time. The alien fuel was devilishly difficult to synthesize and no two batches had been consistent. The idea that lightning could strike twice was infinitesimal. Word of Mrs. Howton's condition rapidly made its way up the ladder of command to the Pentagon itself.
Three days later, Edna Howton opened her eyes. A short time later, she realized how serious things were when she surveyed her room. Generals stood shoulder to shoulder as did men in suits who were clearly from the CIA and security men from the upper echelons of the Pentagon. Tom stood behind a phalanx of doctors and nurses. All wore a look of concern upon their sober faces. The senior most doctor spoke first. Edna grasped little of what he said, big words like "Chromosomal rearrangement," "Muscle mass ratio" "Indestructibility" and "Chronological displacement." All Edna was aware of was that she felt wonderful, the best she had felt in years actually. Then they handed her a mirror. Edna's second scream was over her current state of baldness. Her first scream had been the realization that a stranger stared back at her from the glass. That it was the face of a ravishingly beautiful stranger only occurred to her much later, after the generals and the men in suits had finished talking with her.
Edna found herself a classified piece of government property. One that the powers that be were very interested in establishing the limits of. She was provided with exercise clothes and a tough drill instructor coach. Promised that she would be reunited with Tom if she followed all of the orders and performed all the tests asked of her, Edna plunged into her new duties.
It was discovered she could run a marathon at a breakneck pace and not tire. She could withstand the pressure at the bottom of the sea and the lack of pressure on the edge of space with equal ease She could withstand the vacuum of space and function for nearly a half hour with her lungs full of only a single deep inhalation of oxygen. She could see like an owl at night and a hawk during the day. She could swim like a fish, clamber like a monkey and leap like a gazelle. She could walk through flames without a single blister, and her flesh healed almost immediately after it was pierced. Unofficially, of course, she set track records in every event, erasing both the men's and women's marks Her strength was noted as being especially remarkable.
When the tests terminated, the report on President Eisenhower's desk used the terms, "super" and "woman" very close together. It was believed that Edna Howton was completely invulnerable. Then her husband, in celebration of the return of his wife, slid on her favorite sterling silver bracelet on her wrist. It had been among the very first pieces of jewelry Tom had purchased for Edna and both of them viewed it as good luck talisman. Edna promptly passed out, recovered in a greatly weakened state and remained weak until the bracelet was physically removed . Now the government suits knew the only Achilles heel of their brand new super being. Edna joked that now she was, apparently, part werewolf. That got a chuckle out of Tom who replied, "Look out for silver bullets. Better not get near the Lone Ranger!"
Without the celebratory bracelet., Tom took Edna home. With more glee than he would ever publicly admit or confess to his bride even under the most intense torture, Tom was very excited to get his sexier new wife between the sheets. Before the accident, Tom and Edna were apt to get randy at the drop of a hat. With no children in their lives the two would often lounge around the house nude and make love whenever the mood struck them. Edna had always been an attractive woman. Before the accident she had appeared her age, but was still alluring. Younger officers on encountering their commander's wife, always considered their Captain a rather lucky man.
Now however, Tom realized that his wife, even without hair, could have appeared in any issue of the new Playboy Magazine. As he slowly disrobed his wife, he found, as he suspected and secretly hoped, larger, firmer, and shapelier tits beneath her lacy new brassier. Her rib cage tapered to a flat, taught tummy with a bit of abdominal definition. Her hips had and buttocks had never looked finer and her already great legs were beyond perfection as Tom loosened the garters and rolled the black stockings down each well-tuned leg. Tom thought he could touch heaven when Edna's newer more succulent lips encircled his shaft. Tom was certain he could taste heaven as his tongue probed her ambrosial womanhood. Her downy pubic hair was just sprouting back, Tom could tell that when Edna's sacred glory regrew completely it would be thicker yet a lighter shade of brown. Desperate to not reveal just how horny he was lest Edna accuse him of wanting to sleep with a different woman while still remaining faithful, (which was exactly how he felt) Tom delayed for a long while before he finally plunged his manhood into her femaleness. He was instantly transported to the night of their honeymoon. He was young airman about to depart for Europe, she was the best friend of his kid sister and they had both discovered sex for the first time. Tom thought this evening every bit as blissful as that first night except that THIS Edna was tighter and far, far, more responsive. Edna Howton's moans of pleasure and acute sensuality did not go unnoticed or unappreciated by the government agents manning the listening devices secreted in the Howton home.
Not long after, the newly promoted Major Thomas Howton and his wife, Edna were in the private residence of the White House seated across from Ike and Mamie. The former Commander of the European Theater of Operations thought that Edna Howton was especially radiant. Her hair had grown in quickly, thicker and more lustrous, already it was at her shoulders and Edna had to trim it every few days to keep it that length. She wore a dress appropriate for the occasion, conservatively cut, yet still revealing a trim, enticing figure. Ike, though a happily married man, could easily envision the silky underthings beneath Edna's dress. In particular, the commander in chief thought her nylon clad legs were mighty fine indeed. Edna even wore Tom's bracelet, a thick coating of wax embedded with Teflon, a new product the Dupont Chemical Company was experimenting with, allowed Edna to wear her husband's present proudly. Without the wax, the jewelry would weaken her and make her vulnerable, but the bracelet meant so much to Edna, she had asked Tom's superiors to find a way for her to wear it. She loved how it captured the light of the room. At length, Mamie took Tom on a private tour of the White House while her husband spoke to Edna privately.
"Mrs. Howton... Edna," began the president, "as you are no doubt aware, if you spend any time at all listening to the radio or watching television that this is a very dangerous world."
"Yes, Sir." replied Edna, "Tom and I have no children but so many of the other officer's wives tell me their fears and hopes for their children. What with the A Bomb and the Communists..."
"We are reading from the same strategy book, Edna. A woman of your astounding talents, can make a tremendous difference in the world. That is, if she is willing to consider her needs of her country above her own."
Since she became aware of her new found abilities, Edna had felt a certainty that this conversation would rear its head. She guessed that she was as patriotic as anybody. She and Tom had been given a good life. The Air Force had been a good mother to both of them.
