Try out if you're any stronger than before

Sophie: "So my nipple poked through a fleece jacket, huh? Maybe there's more to this change than I've considered."

You walk back to your living room, now completely indifferent to the notion of going to work. There's science to be done. On the door frame is a horizontal bar for doing push-ups on. Previously you could only reach it by standing tip-toed, now you could accidentally bonk your head on the thing.

Sophie: "Too low to do any actual push-ups on. Let's see if I can try some other types of workout."

You grab the bar firmly with both hands, and jostle it back and forth. The bar, held in place by eight large screws, detatches immediately. Your heart jumps from the ease of this phenomenal feat.

Sophie: "No way. There's no way..."

The two ends of the steel bar, still bearing the ripped-off remains of your door frame, beg to differ. Now comes the decisive moment: are you an amazon or a Super Girl?

You begin to twist. The two inch thick solid steel bends to your every movement, easy as a piece of yarn.

Sophie: "NO FUCKING WAY!"

In disbelief, you crumple the torn bar into a ball like a wad of tissue paper. Though the relentless mangling has **** the steel into a white-hot liquid, it feels nothing more than comfortably warm in your hands. You spread the liquid steel over your breasts and abs like a sun lotion, letting your clothes evaporate from the brazen heat. This settles it, you are officially superhuman.

Sophie: "Yesss! I'm the strongest, most beautiful woman on Earth, and I'm invulnerable! So much raw power... I feel like a million bucks! Haw!"

In a fit of ecstasy, you jab a half-hearted punch to your wall. This being a load-bearing wall, it causes your entire house to collapse. You of course, remain stoically in place even as tons of rebar, concrete and wood topple over you.

With a single arm, you casually toss away the remains of your roof. Without a care in the world, you want to test these new powers further. Your gaze fixates on the car on your driveway. Without bothering to even dig yourself up from the pile of rubble, you beamline towards the car, allowing your plentiful legs to crush everything in their way.

Not wasting a moment to admire this hunk of junk, you unceremoniously hoist the entire car up with a single arm. Its weight doesn't feel almost like anything. Carefully, you even manage to balance it fully on a single finger.

Sophie: "This piece of hazardous waste on wheels has met its final curb. Bye bye!"

Effortlessly, you fold the car clear in half so that the front and back hoods touch.

Sophie: "Phew. Too easy."

You fold the car wreckage in half again in the same manner, and then once more sideways. What you have now is essentially a cubic meter of highly compressed metal.

Sophie: "Gosh, is there any limit to this?"

You compress the former car in your hands further, down to the size of a milk carton. Only now you're starting to feel some kind of strain. With moderate difficulty, you attain a final result of a car crushed to the size of a thimble.

Sophie: "Haha, wow. Fuck, what do I even do with this much power?"