Pretend to be Superman

“Oh, but I am your cousin!”

“You are?” The ditzy blonde scratches her head.

“Of course. Would your cousin lie to you?”

“No way!” she says, cheering up. “I know you'd never try to trick me, you're Superman!”

“That's right!”

“But...” She looks confused again. “Why do you look different?”

You think quickly. “It was horrible. I was exposed to magenta kryptonite!”

Supergirl gasps, her mouth forming a cute little 'o'. “Magenta kryptonite! What's that?!”

“It changed what I look like, made everyone in the world forget I exist, and took all my powers.”

“Oh no!” Supergirl runs up and hugs you. She knocks the wind out of you a little, barely containing her incredible strength, but the feel of her pert breasts rubbing against your chest quickly makes up for it. “How will the world get by without you protecting it?”

“You'll protect it! I'll teach you how. Of course I'll also have to teach you Earth customs so you'll fit in.”

“Oh! I want to fit in Kal, I really do!”

“Well, the first thing you have to do is remove your panties. On Earth you're a very special type of girl called a 'bimbo' and bimbos never wear panties.”

“Okay, Kal!” Supergirl lets you go and gleefully reaches under her tiny skirt. She pulls off her red panties with a delightful wiggle, letting you get a nice peak of the tight pussy they'd been hiding. She holds out the tiny garment and ask, “Should I get rid of them?”

“No no!” you say, grabbing the panties and stuffing them in your pocket. “You let me take care of that. Right now we have other things to worry about. Just because we're observing Earth customs doesn't mean we forget our home. We still need to do the Kryptonian greeting ritual of Fao-kyu.”

Supergirl's mouth drops open in confusion again. “Fao-kyu? I don't remember that one. I'm always forgetting stuff like that. What do I do? I'll do anything you tell me, cousin!”

You smile as all the delightful possibilities dance in your head.