The Back Door

"Iz dat a hot nekkid bitch ah hear sluttin around in mah alley?"

Hannah froze. She had been going for her apartment buildings back door when the voice echoed down the darkened alleyway. She turned to see a man with dark skin dressed in stained and moth eaten clothes. He had risen from a pile of trash to stand behind her and stared off to the side with milky white eyes.

Is this guy blind?

"-cause dat sounds like a hot nekkid bitch sluttin around in mah alley. D'ers a steep toll fer bein' in mah territery." The homeless man reached into his sweats and pulled out his large cock. It started to grow in size and rigidity as he began to slowly stroke it for his guest. "How's yer gag reflex? Strong ah hope, I like to 'ear 'em **** on it."

Hannah narrowed her glowing orange eyes. She was a sexual woman, yes. Her sexuality seemed to be somewhat freed by her transformation, certainly. But the young woman still desired control over whatever erotic acts she performed and she certainly wasn't going to let a filthy hobo **** himself on her.

{if@ Mind = true}She focused her thoughts as he approached. The buzzing in her head returned. To her it was nothing more than an indicator that her power was on, to the exposed pervert the buzzing acted like a sudden vice on his brain. His semi-hard cock flopped down as he brought both hands up to his temple. "Uhhhg, whaaa-" The mans speech slowed and slurred as his eyes rolled back. He staggered side to side before falling backwards into the trash from which he had come.{elseif Body = true}She tensed her muscles as he approached and lightning arced between her fingers as her body charged itself with power. The exposed amazon smiled. "Big mistake, pervert." With super human speed she stepped up and slammed her palm forward. Tendrils of electricity leapt from her hand before it made contact and sent the would be molester flying backwards into the trash from which he had come.{elseif Spirit = true}She put her hand on her hip and focused. The power bubbled up from deep within, ran down her arm and concentrated in her finger. An ear to ear grin grew upon her face as the man approached. "Draw." With super human speed she twisted her hand up and pointed at the exposed pervert, a bolt of blue-white light flashed from the tip of her finger. He flew backwards from the blast and into the pile of trash from whence he had come. She raised her finger to her lips and blew.{endif} The nude woman smirked, happy that she could put the filthy man down without touching him.

"Try that again and I'll twist you until you can **** on it yourself." Hannah wasn't sure he heard her, but it felt good to once again have control. She hurried to the door with an eye on the now orange sky. It was locked from the inside but her enhanced strength proved more than a match for the battered old frame. With just a bit of effort she popped the door open, slipped inside and closed it behind her.

"Finally, off the street." Hannah leaned against the door, closed her eyes and let out a deep, long sigh. A wave of calm passed over her, like a weight had been taken off her chest. "I just need to make it up to my apartment." She opened her eyes and took a single step before stopping. Everything was off, the hall almost seemed taller than it had been before. Her eyes went wide, what control she had regained taking down the hobo ebbed away as the change dawned on her.

Hannah had returned to her normal form.

She had grown shorter, her hair was once again shoulder length and reddish brown, her breasts had shrunk back to B cups and most importantly, her face was again recognizably hers. Hannah immediately panicked. Going up to her floor as a super human removed some of the risk. Sure it would have been embarrassing, awkward and a little hot to run into a neighbor like that but so long as no one saw her go into her room she had plausible deniability. But being seen naked and normal was another matter entirely. The sun was rising, the day was starting, the sooner she got back her apartment the better.

The nude young woman weighed her options.

The elevator would be the fastest way up to her floor and her door was right next to the lift. It would also only stop for people going up, so anyone coming down would be skipped. But elevator access was from the first floor lobby, an open area the building residents often passed through.

The stairs would take longer but she could reach the stairway door quickly. Once inside her odds of running into anyone were low. On the other hand if anyone did start coming down she would have no method of hiding.