Cleanup

‘What in the world am I doing?’ Alice asks herself as she races across campus as a busty blonde stereotype, a grown man slung over her shoulder. ‘I needed to get him out of there, obviously… but where next?’ She slows down, and thinks. ‘Medical. I hit his head hard enough to knock him ****, he probably has a concussion, and that can be lethal if left untreated. Okay….’ she continues running, now with a destination in mind.’

She doesn't go to the emergency room this time… but the security desk (yes, the medical wing needs it, because they deal regularly with hospital-grade narcotics), and drops the live body off, “Supervillian. Does robots. Made a lab out of one of the automotive garages, that's gone now. Crimes of **** and hacking. Call the Police. Also, treat for a concussion.”

The security guard starts with, “Ah, who…”

Alice interrupts, “I'm a superhero, obviously, get it done,” and takes off, moving far faster than she should be able to drive the point home. No, she's not worried he's going to miss details: The cameras at the security desk also record sound.

It's only after she gets away clean that she realizes: “I left my ID in the garage with my clothes…” she rubs her forehead.

She calmly walks to an unobserved area (the ladies room) and changes her hair, skin, and face… then heads back to the dorm.

‘Okay, so…’ she considers, ‘I'll be able to get in the front door easily enough, there's always someone coming or going. The actual dorm, though…’ she takes a slow breath, ‘I'm going to need to cut ties with everyone anyway. This… just makes it sooner rather than later. Most of the cash was at the dorm room, so I just need to get in… no key, but if I wait, Brian can let me in.’

Alice fixes her appearance to one Brian will recognize: The one she woke up with such a short time ago, filling her appearance out from memory: A pointed chin, smooth skin, a dainty ivory tower of a neck, narrow shoulders with chest pillows that overflow D cups, a dainty little hourglass… which spreads to some wide child-bearing hips with a very well padded rear. And the legs? Artistic flared columns that look like they belong on a dancer… and then she goes and sits down in the dorm lobby, ignoring all of the “Helloooo Nurse!” references, indecent proposals, and catcalls while she waits.

Eventually her roommate shows up, “Hey, Alice,” he recognizes her straightaway, “Back to your old…” the man pauses, and goes with, “...style?”

“Yes, his is me,” Alice smiles, relief flooding her face, “Can you let me into the dorm room? I lost my student ID.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Brian smiles, “Come on….” the two head up to their room, the man smiling… until he sees the lady packing. “Ah…” he begins.

“I'm not going back to who I was,” the bombshell answers as she stuffs all her vash and valuables into a backpack, “and I lost my ID. I can't move around campus anymore… it's time to leave.”

Brian takes a breath, “Okay. Here…” he hands her what's left of the cash from the night of betting, as well as a small scrap of paper with a name, number, and address.

“What…” Alice pauses, “I can't accept this…” she begins.

“Yeah you can,” Brian chuckles, “I wouldn't have the cash if it weren't for you, and I don't really need it.”

Alice smiles, “Thank you. And the note?”

“A gal that makes fake IDs for the freshmen,” Brian shrugs, “they're not enough for getting a job or anything, but they pass muster at bars and stuff.” He smiles sadly, “make sure to write?”

“Oh I will,” Alice gets up on her toes to wrap Brian in a hug and kiss him very deeply... which of course continues into a lovemaking session.

When they're both exhausted, the two look each other in the eyes without letting go, and Alice continues, “You're a good man, Brian. I will absolutely look you up again once I have something permanent.” She takes a breath, “for now, though, I can't exactly keep staying in the men's dorm.”

Brian nods, “I suppose not… how can I help?”

The6 get dressed, Alice packs up all of her valuables, and sends Brian off to claim “his girlfriend's clothes” from lost and found… and then laundering them: Three full changes of clothes (size doesn't matter, but the man does keep them close). The current threats over, Alice also tones her metabolism back down (dropping her secondary super powers for now… she can always turn them back on later).

Eventually, she says her goodbyes to Brian, takes all her money, worldy goods, her brand-new fake ID, and a fake power bill, heads to the post office for a PO box, and a bank for a checking account. Temporary checkbook in hand, Alice goes looking at second hand stores and paen shops to pick up camping gear (hiking backpack, tent, sleeping bag, etc), and sell her valuables that she won't

[need.

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](http://need.In) one, the clerk (a raven haired, green eyed, mocha-skinned beauty in t-shirt and jeans, wearing a blue ring on one hand, a silver ring with emeralds on the other, and a wireless phone headset in one ear), pauses and tilts her head when Alice gets close to pay for her items.

“Hold a minute, I have a call…” the woman behind the desk begins and turns away, tapping the mobile earpiece she's wearing, “What was that?” She pauses, “Seriously? Her?” Another pause, “You want to what? Why?” Another pause, “...okay, I guess that makes sense… you'll need to figure out where to put her up, though.” Another pause, “Sure, go for it.”

The woman behind the desk turns to Alice, smiling, “Homeless and empowered is a bad combination. I would like to sponsor you as a superhero….”