Consequences

Bridget was clearly proud of herself. She'd made you a believer just earlier today, but now she'd converted a total stranger. Officer Rhodes certainly didn't expect to be picked up by a 'near-goddess' on her traffic patrol, but she didn't seem to be worried about her plans.

Your whole outfit is waiting for you when you get back, but only Jen's undershirt and panties are there. The rest of her uniform is nowhere to be found...and neither is her squad car.

"What's, uh...what's the plan now?" You ask as your clothes begin to dress you. People are obviously seeing this in the background, and you can hear the shouts and the reactions to seeing a nude woman levitating in mid-air as you and Jen's clothes (well, those of hers that are still here) dress you again.

"I dunno. Do you have something you need to do?" Bridget asks. In a blur of light, she's standing on the ground, dressed. Super speed strikes again.

"I'm just...wondering what happened to uh, the officer's squad car, and the rest of her outfit." You think about it. "But now that you mention it, I should go to class this afternoon."

"They're out on patrol," Bridget says. "I've already promised Jen here that I wouldn't interfere with her job...in any way she doesn't want, that is." Jen laughs. "Should I fly you back to campus so you can get to your class?" Bridget asks.

"Well, what are you going to do?" You ask. Missing a class would be bad, but you really don't want to miss anything with Bridget.

"I'm gonna cause more trouble," She says, raising her eyebrows at me. "Preferably somewhere else." She's already toyed with the campus, a mall, and this park today. You figure it's only a matter of time before stories start getting around.

"More trouble?" You ask. "Don't you think you should take the rest of the day off and see what comes from all this? Think of all the people that have seen you...doing the things you can do...today."

"I think you overestimate the resolve of people to accept the impossible," She says. "Besides that, what's anyone going to do to me? Burn me as a witch? Maybe I want the kind of attention you're talking about." I literally ate a bullet today, she adds in your mind. Remember?

"Can you tell, um...where my squad car is, right now?" Jen asks. Bridget nods, seeming to focus for a second. If her technopathy is anywhere near as intuitive as the rest of her abilities, she's probably tuning into its GPS.

That's exactly what I'm doing, Bridget said to you in your mind. Ooh, also--I was wondering--do you feel any superpowers coming on from my milk yet? Don't answer me out loud.

You weren't sure. How were you supposed to know?

"It's actually pulled someone over on the highway, from the look of the position," Bridget says. "I wonder if it's writing a ticket?" Jen laughs a little at the thought.

"Well, what if the person gets scared and drives away?" Jen asks.

"Eluding an officer is a misdemeanor charge." Bridget says. Jen smirks.

"I guess, technically it's still 'in uniform' and in a marked car," Jen says. "But if I don't drop it back off at the end of my shift, that'll probably get me the kind of attention I don't want--even if you do." Bridget looks back at you. "You win," She smiles, telekinetically ruffling your hair. "Don't get used to it."

"Okay," Bridget says. "Officer Rhodes, in addition to being very attractive and quite charming, once I calmed you down, you've been great company today. Maybe we should get you off duty in a nice and tidy way, and we can get you to class," Bridget said.

"Well, it's not that I don't appreciate, um...the favor of a goddess," Jen says, clearly making Bridget beam, "But I don't really have any superpowers, so I don't want to lose my job or anything." Bridget waves her hands.

"No worries, no worries," She says. "You may be my dolls," you and Jen both gasp, and you can only imagine that Jen was remotely groped in a similar way to you the moment Bridget spoke, "But you're also the voices of reason in terms of the concerns of mortal dollies, and I don't want my dollies worried." Bridget crosses her arms and whistles, and you hear your SUV's alarm beep. It pulls out of its parking space a couple of rows away and drives around the aisle, stopping in front of the three of you.

"That's them!" A guy shouts at the end of the aisle, pointing you out to park staff. "They were flying down the beach, naked. I swear I saw it! Look, one of them is still in their underwear!"

"Time to go," Bridget smiles. "I'll catch up to you kids." The back door pops open, and you shout a little as your feet are pulled out from under you. You shift into a seated position and slide toward the open door. Jen covers her mouth, looking back at the group and delighting in their reaction. While the park staff were clearing humoring the man before, now they watch flabbergasted as they see you literally flying — however awkwardly — into the back of your vehicle.

The half-dressed Jen is next, and she takes her psychic repositioning with more grace, crossing her legs and reclining as Bridget telekinetically sends her into the back seat with you. The door of the SUV closes, and you watch the empty driver seat as the car begins pulling away, moving slowly toward the man and the staff.

"Th-there's no one driving that!" One of the staff yells.

"I told you!" The man says. "I told you they're—" his voice fades as the SUV passes by them, and you and Jen watch out the rear window as they turn to Bridget.

"What's she going to do?" Jen asks. You shrug.

"At this point, I just assume she knows what she's doing," You say.

"The abilities she has..." Jen says. "You're pretty lucky to be the guy with her. Do you think there's anyone else out there can do the things that she can?" You shrug again, shaking your head as Bridget begins hovering in the air.

"No idea, but I hope not," You say. "I think a lot of people are pretty lucky Bridget's the one with this kind of power." You clinch your teeth. "Well, maybe. Let's see." As Bridget sails over to the group of people, you see her point at them with an open palm as they all begin lifting into the air. Just before the SUV turns a corner and you lose sight of them, you realize they're being stripped just like you and Jen were earlier.

Jen giggles, looking at you. You're still gritting your teeth.

"I think they’re getting the same treatment we got,” Jen says to you.

“Lucky them…like I said.” You take a deep breath and face forward again, watching your SUV’s turn signal operate on its own as the steering wheel spins. The vehicle navigates its way back onto the road heading to the park’s exit just as the passenger door opens itself. Bridget flies in, and the door shuts behind her.

“I’m sure they won’t be so critical of human flight once they experience it on their own,” she says, winking as she looks back at you.

“But…they’ll be safe?” Jen asks. “Even without you there to supervise?” Bridget nods, certain of herself.

“It’s like a set of directions...” She explains. “A basic path, exceptions to allow for variables, and an overreaching rule that makes sure they aren’t hurt,” she seems to think to herself for a moment. “Well, except their pride. Especially if they happen to piss themselves. I did leave them in their skivvies to be merciful.”

“He’s right…about the stories, though,” Jen laughs. “Maybe they can chalk up one bout of flying people up to mass hysteria, but some people there are about to see it again.” Bridget nods.

“Adding to my mystique,” She says. “And this time, they know I did it." She faces front again, waving her hand at the radio, which turns on. The volume lowers as she continues. "Jen, dear...I know our plan is to cool off for the rest of the day, but now that you're in my little club, I'm curious. Let's hypothetically say we meet again when you have a day off, and I take you for another wild ride. Where would we go?"

"Well, I mean...the way I saw you mess with some of those bystanders--innocently enough..." Jen says, her face glowing with mischief as she thinks about her request. "Maybe I'm being a little selfish, but I wouldn't mind messing with a couple guys on the **** that might actually deserve it." Bridget claps her hands together, and you see the rearview mirror pivot, presumably to show Jen Bridget's pleased expression.

"I will absolutely indulge in the selfishness of my dolls," She says. Both Jen and I squirm a little. Bridget seems to love adding a naughty psychic touch to punctuate the use of her new term for us. "Did you have anything specific in mind?"

"Well, again, like--I don't want to be caught at all...like there's no way something like that can come back to me," Jen insists. "Maybe there's a way you can think of doing that with what I've seen you do so far, but you don't happen to have invisibility in your bag of magic tricks, do you?"

"I don't...yet," Bridget says. "But let me stew on it, and I'll totally get back to you."