Mystique, back at her place, debates if this is a smart idea

She moved like mercury through her home, her mind a whirl of thoughts. As was always the case when she was completely by herself Mystique allowed her shapeshifting to go to something more... natural. There were no need for clothes, after all, when she was by herself, so why waste energy (even if it wasn't that much) on creating a [dress.

So](http://dress.So) she prowled through her rooms completely naked, bare soles lightly pattering on the floor as she considered the vial she was holding in her hand.

'Vial... or vile,' she thought to herself. 'Considering this was Sinister's doing the latter might be the truth of it.' Now that she had time to actually think about this perhaps it wasn't the brightest move to just trust what Sinister's notes said. How many times had his plans utterly failed, after all? The only reason she had the vial was because he had been dumb enough to try turning all of Mutantkind into himself, resulting in backstabbing, betrayal, and universe-ended events that had shaken them all. And that was just the latest thing he had done! His history was full of stupid choices! The safe move would be to just toss the vial away.

But then again...

'It isn't like this is all just Sinister's work,' Mystique thought. According to the notes this was a modification to the Super Soldier formula... and she knew what that could do. Had seen how it had affected Steve Rogers. Mystique had looked over the before pictures of the man and knew that the formula worked. And this one didn't need any of the radiation to create the change; no, it simply needed to be drank.

Mystique paused and, looking at the mirror, willed herself to change. She grew taller, rising to 7 feet. Her body became full of hard muscles. Washboard abs. Thick strong legs and arms. Not bulky and hideous but the perfect woman.

But then she returned to herself. She wasn't actually that strong and powerful. Just an illusion, really. She could make the muscles but it was like overflating a balloon. The vial though... it could do the real thing. And not just to her body... but her powers.

Mystique was known as the best shapeshifter in the world... but that didn't mean her powers were the best. It merely meant that she was the best of what existed. But someone might come along that was better. Who could do things she couldn't. She could look like a person but couldn't replicate their powers, for example. The vial... might be the next step.

'And if it doesn't work I can always claim that Sinister poisoned me one last time and then activate the Resurrection Protocol,' she thought. 'Easy enough to do. And what is life... without risk?'

Tipping her head back she uncorked the bottle and drank down the contents.

Thankfully it didn't taste horrible. In fact it had the oddest taste of warm milk. Not spoiled milk but milk that had been carefully warmed and brought to temperature to lull one to sleep. But there was something else... something familiar...

Mystique rolled her eyes. It reminded her of certain... juices. Leave it to Sinister to make his formula taste like-

She suddenly froze. Something... sometimes felt very warm in her belly. The notes had said that it would take several hours for the formula to work and that being active would help speed the process along. And thankfully what she was feeling wasn't pain. No. It was...

Yummy.

Very yummy.

Mystique suddenly didn't wnat to be in her house. Didn't want to just stand there. She wanted to go out and have some fun. To give her old body a... going away present.

Grinning, she shifted into a sexy number and decided to see where the night would take her.