He had a job costume for her

On the third day Supreme Girl showed up for 'work'. His work, to be precise, but she still didn't know his name. She meant to ask him that as she landed, but he surprised her.

"Take off your clothes," he told her, completely derailing her.

"What? I can't... no, I won't do that," she sniffed haughtily, crossing her arms under her breasts. It would be more defiant looking if it didn't look like she was just pushing her breasts up. Not that they needed her arms' assistance to defy gravity. They did that well enough on their own.

The man sighed, making her feel a little bad about disappointing him. "Look, you see these clothes I'm wearing?" he motioned down toward his red and white polyester clothes. "Do you think I want to wear these?" he asked.

"Who would?" Jennifer responded, curling her lips. They really weren't very fashionable.

"Exactly. The reason I wear them is that it's part of the job. It's why my car - which you destroyed - was the same set of colors. You do remember what my car looked like, don't you? Before you destroyed it?"

Jennifer shuffled her feet. She didn't, actually. "Um. Yes?"

"Right. Since you're my car you have to wear the colors. And it so happens I had a new costume made for you. It cost me so you'll owe me for it, of course. Here it is," he said, pulling a bag out from behind him. "You can change around the corner there."

"I'm not..." she tried to protest, but he reached out, crushed one breast in his hand and kept pulling right until she was facing the alley. They he yanked them forward until she was standing by a metal door. Dirty pool!

"Change," he ordered, and walked back around the corner.

"Fine," she groused, stripping down. She totally failed to notice the security camera above the door as she stripped down to her underwear. Well, her shorts. Her uniform didn't allow underwear, since that would lead to unsightly panty and bra lines.

"Do I have to wear this?" she complained a few moment later in front of him. She tugged alternately at the top and skirt. The top was a light and loose little thing with a pair of straps going around her neck and a bottom that stopped just below her breasts, while the skirt was a pleated miniskirt that only went a couple of inches below her ass.

"Yes," he said firmly.

"But it's got...." she motioned to the two white circles over her nipples. Then she motioned at the skirt, which had white arrow-like wedges pointing down between her legs on both front and back.

"It's part of the logo. I've got a pizza on my chest too," he said, motioning to the single small pizza that was embroidered onto a chest pocket. It was just below the name 'Supreme Pizza', which was his place of employment.

"But yours looks like a pizza, mine doesn't. And... and it's pink!" she wailed. While she had no objections to pink she was trying to be a hero and be taken seriously.

"Well I'm sorry," he huffed, looking offended. "I did my best. I hadn't realized that mixing the red and white parts of the costume would make the dye leech from the red and into the white. At least it's the same shade of pink all over."

"But it's almost skin-colored. I look like I'm naked," she whined.

"Look, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You've got a decent body, and..."

"Decent? Decent?" she howled in outrage.

"Alright alright, your tits are first class. The equal of any pornstar. Guy will love it that you let them grope those melons.. And your ass is made for spanking. Okay?"

"Well... good." It wasn't the way she'd have put it. "But..."

"And if you think it's too close to skin color then you should do some naked sun-tan. Go outside without anything on, get some guy to put oil all over your body, and let the sun turn your skin a darker shade. Guys will really love it when they're rubbing their hands all over you. Anyway..." he sighed theatrically, looking at his watch before pulling out another bag. "I forgot to give you the rest. Change!"

And change she did, although this time a bit more cautiously because she found that the bag had garters with elastics, and boots in them. The garters were a bit of a pain, being elastic-topped fishnets that stopped in the upper-thigh area, and she wondered what the point was when he'd also given her hooker boots that went to just above her knees. The boots only problem was that the heels were taller than what she'd been wearing - about four, maybe even five inches - and they were sharp stiletto. She could walk in them, but she wondered if she'd be able to run. Then she remembered that she could fly, and promptly forgot to worry about the heel.

The last item that caused her the most anxiety. It was a small pink replacement of her mask, and she made sure to look down both sides of the alley before reaching up to remove her mask. At the last moment she turned toward the door so she'd see if it opened, then slipped on the new one on, breathing a sigh of relief when it was affixed.

Using her fingers she traced its outline. The nose dipped a little both at the top and bottom, and the edges outside the eyes were rounded, reminding her of a heart. She could feel her brows with this mask - the other one had hidden them - and wondered if The Man would do something ridiculous like make her dye them pink. In the past she'd considered dying them so they would more match her hair. A natural blonde, her eyebrows had always been a darker shade, making people constantly assume that she dyed her hair.

"Well that looks nice. Two last things. One, I wasn't sure if you were wearing chapstick yesterday so I got you some. I was afraid your lips would get dried out from the wind," he said, and pulled out a tube.

Jennifer accepted it, surprised at his consideration since he sure wasn't that considerate when yanking on her breasts. Popping off the top she saw that the chapstick was as pink as the outfit. Maybe even a bit pinker. Shrugging she pouted her lips and put it on, feeling self-conscious because of the way the man looked at her so intently.

"Okay. Last item. You can't wear those shorts."

"What? I'm not... You can't...."

"They'll clash horribly with the rest of the outfit. Besides, you didn't mind flying around without any panties the first day."

"That was a mistake," she muttered in embarrassment.

"Plus, I'll be riding on your back, so you don't have to worry about me seeing anything, and it's not like you're planning to fly down to anyone else today."

"Well... fine," she capitulated, and went back around the corner to take off the shorts. Coming back she felt almost naked and shy, and grudgingly looked around for a place to put her things.

"Here. Put it in a bag."

"Ew. A garbage bag?"

"Sure. No one else will look twice at it. I mean, I could give you a bag saying 'Super Hero costume - don't touch', but I figure this is more subtle."

Giving The Man an annoyed look she shoved her regular costume in the bag and watched as he tied it shut and put it beside a garbage can. She had to hand it to him. It looked like it belonged there.

"Good girl," he praised, patting her ass. She opened her mouth so he could pop in a lollipop, and her day started.