Judgement: Origins of Supers: Book Four by D. L. Harrison

Author:D. L. Harrison [Harrison, D. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The single bedroom apartment was cozy in size and atmosphere. There was a full bath with a whirlpool tub in the back hallway, by the bedroom door. To the left of that was the entrance to the kitchen, which was the smallest room of the house. A hallway really, with a fridge, oven, microwave, and dishwasher in it, as well as an anemic amount of counter and cabinet space.

The living room was cozy as well, just large enough for a single large couch, a coffee table, and across from it was a wall display with both entertainment and data access. The bedroom wasn’t bad either, with a queen-sized bed and medium sized dresser, as well as a smallish walk-in closet.

The off-white paint on the walls was a little boring, but it had a warm light brown carpet everywhere but the kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen had white tiles, and the bathroom a baby blue tile. It wasn’t bad for where I’d be spending my nights and sleeping the next month, save the weekends when I was back home. A lot homier than a hotel room would be.

At the moment, I was staring in the mirror and feeling a bit self-conscious about the super suit, which left very little to the imagination, yet covered everything from my neck to my toes. The yellow belt had a miniature dimensional energy reactor, which fueled the functions of the suit. Including an energy shield.

The shield was powerful enough to protect me from collateral damage and the edge of explosions, but it would only attenuate the damage slightly if I was hit directly by a truly powerful energy or strength supervillain. It was better protection than nothing. The belt also functioned as a secondary teleport receiver if my watch was damaged, so Hoover could keep track of me and get me out of a mess.

Lastly, the suit was really comfortable, and breathed far too well for my mental comfort. It honestly felt a little like I wasn’t wearing anything, compared to the weight and feel of normal clothes, which no doubt attributed to my feelings of self-consciousness.

I mean, I looked pretty good, for a lithe sixteen-year-old that still had some chubby left in her cheeks, not to mention some growth to go in the chest area. Not that it was non-existent, but I had hopes I’d at least match my mother’s generous B cups when I was done growing. It was too much to hope for more than that, and really that would be enough. My mother was gorgeous, after all. I also had my hair up, and a light application of makeup.

I shook my head, I looked like a child playing dress up. If the agents laughed at me, I’d have to put them out of my misery. Not really, but… I blushed. At least I had the start of some curves in my hips, chest, and behind, but I was still far too gangly for my own comfort.

Really, it was a bit embarrassing, and I hadn’t wanted to include it in this account.

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