Find out that they left.

Once out of the bag you check the place. You can gather about enough of the white powder to fill a thumble.

The other bag full of the stuff is gone, the girl is gone and Neal is gone.

Getting the evidence is tricky as you are still locked inside, your powers have returned but you won't be able to carry the powder out while using it.

You look at it closer to guess what it could be but your aren't very well versed in **** and criminal life yet.

As your face is closer to the small pile of powder you let go of an enormous sneeze.

Breathing deeply after that out of reflex you inadvertently breathe in a good half of the ****, the rest is smeared on your face and boobs. The sweat from your night in this bag is already dissolving the substance and trying to scrape it away only make your skin absorb it faster. As you try to get rid of it and as your hand are coated with it, you get the worst case of itchy pussy of your life. Without more thought you scratch the offending part, rubbing your needy clit to soothe the feeling.

You look at the alarm clock on the bed and notice that you are already late for class. With no more clues to gather and your powers back it is time to go back to your apartment. Before that you put back the weights in the bag and all the deflated bags before closing it. It will look as it some of the bags lost their air on their own and no one will suspect your presence.

You would have to check on Neal later and try to get closer to him(purely for heroic reasons), this new girl looks like a bad influence and you don't want your needs neighbor being involved in **** trafficking. Heroes cannot date criminals.

With a blink of your powers you go through the last wall that separated you from your home.

As you pass through it your eyes are stuck on a shiny thing in the vent.

A Webcam is set to film your room.

Damn Neal is a pervert and to think that you liked him. Why spy on your room when you would have gladly invited him yourself. More worrying is the fact that you often train with your powers at home and transform in and out of your wind form in this room.

You push the vent out with a strong gust of wind and turn back to Cynthia Zephyr out of sight from the camera before picking it up to deactivate it.

There is no memory card in it, it is set to act wirelessly. You hope you weren't too fast to blame Neal. Maybe it is your landlord that set those, he always felt very weird. You would have to hunt for the source of this tonight.

You put clothes for your day that will be suitable for classes at college and your job at the library.

Can this day be even worse?

There must be something with the laundry, none of your bras fit you anymore and the blouses are really tight. You consider showering but since all the powder disappeared when you turned into the Breeze so did your sweat and the grime of last day.

You put on a long cream colored blouse and knee length black skirt. The laundry really did mess things you as all your panties are rough and itchy. You are **** to go out without today.

Your boobs are pressed against the blouse and you hope no one can see your nappies through it without a bra.

You run down while eating a piece of toast to grab the next bus. There was a reason you usually didn't wear that skirt but you can't put your finger on it.

Running on the street to the bus stop you flash the morning crowd with a nice view of your naked ass as the skirt bunches up at your waist.

You will have skipped a math lesson but you nearly always sleep in these ones.