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Wanted to keep the thread alive, so here's a classic I found from the ASN Story Board.

Molly's Superhero Fantasy, Part 1
By mcmann.molly

Molly McQueen was at the university gym finishing up her rigorous daily workout. A lifelong fitness junkie, she already had an Olympian’s body, but now that she was a famous superhero Molly was more determined than ever to maintain her perfect physique.

She was one of a mere handful of humans on the planet who had each been genetically gifted with a special power. Eight of them had emerged publicly as masked superheroes dedicated to using their powers for the benefit of mankind.

Molly, however, had scrupulously kept her own super power a secret – until two days ago. Now, she wished she could go back to that moment when she saw the construction worker start to fall from the 70th floor of a skysc****r. She wished that in that moment someone else had saved him. Maybe Missile Man would have flown by to catch the man just in time. Molly would have gone on with her private, relatively anonymous life.

Instead, Molly saved the construction worker herself and in so doing revealed herself to the world – but unlike all of the other superheroes, she did not have a secret identity. The others had all planned their public debuts and had clever names and cool costumes. They wore masks covering just enough of their faces to preserve the private lives into which they could disappear until duty called again.

Molly had none of that – no mask, no costume, no fancy name and definitely no secret identity. Everyone knew she was Dr. Molly McQueen, professor of physics at Ionia University.

Fortunately, the Ionia University campus – including Molly’s faculty apartment -- was more secure than most college campuses. As the nation’s premier center for science research, IU had many top-secret government contracts. In addition, some years back there had been a tragic shooting on the campus in which 10 people died. As a result of both of these influences, the IU campus was now surrounded by a high-security fence and guards were posted at all four entrances. At least here she would not be bothered by the news media or curiosity seekers.

After running flat-out on a treadmill for 30 minutes and lifting weights for another 30 minutes, Molly took a steaming shower and washed her hair. This always took a while because her carrot-top red hair was long, so thick and wild. Molly considered her hair her best feature, but most people would have picked her breasts first, her face second and her hair third.

It was a sunny, chilly December day as Molly walked across campus to the Sciences Quadrant, her still-wet hair tied back in a pony tail. She only had one more class to teach that day, but first she had to meet with the rest of the science faculty for what was certain to be a very dull curriculum planning meeting. After the past couple of days, Molly was looking forward to something dull.

“Hiya Dr. McQueen!” Annie called cheerfully, falling in step beside her. Annie was Molly’s graduate assistant and Molly always enjoyed her company. They had a lot in common – both having graduated from college in their teens. Molly was now 22, but had finished her Ph.D. in theoretical physics at 19 and was now a full professor. Annie, at 17, was well along on her masters degree. Though advanced intellectually, Annie was still very much a teenager and had a crush on her professor that she was unable to hide. Her initial infatuation had exploded exponentially when she learned that her beloved mentor was also a superhero.

Annie’s feelings for Molly were not entirely unrequited. Had Annie been at least one year older and not her grad student, Molly would have hit on her the day they met. She was exactly the kind of girlfriend Molly always wanted – a brilliant, bubbly blond who apparently did not own any bras.

As they entered the faculty conference room and slipped off their jackets, Molly saw that all of her colleagues were crowded around a television screen.

“There’s a hostage situation downtown” said Teddy Crittendon, the chemistry chair, over his shoulder. “Bank robber holding 16 people.”

On the TV, a newscaster was recounting the events leading up to the stand-off. Because the bank had glass exterior walls the news cameras were zoomed in on the action live as it unfolded.

Molly gulped, knowing that from now on everyone would expect her to jump into action at such times. “I guess I should . . . go check this thing out.,” she said. “Of course, this curriculum meeting is important too. . .”

Molly’s colleagues all rushed to assure her she should not worry at all about the curriculum meeting. A superhero had to do her duty after all.

“Well, okay then,” Molly reluctantly agreed. “I’ll guess I’ll. . . be back as soon as I can.”

And with that, Molly vanished.

This was her superpower – the ability to teleport herself anywhere in the world instantly. It was a pretty good superpower and Molly might have revealed it to the public much earlier except for one major drawback. She was only able to teleport her own body, and not any object she might be holding – or wearing.

For an instant Molly’s clothes remained in the air in precisely her shape before they fell to the floor. Even Molly’s hair tie and the water that had been in her hair hovered for a fraction of a second exactly where they had been just before she disappeared.

Meanwhile, downtown in front of the bank where Captain Jack Dunn coordinated the police response, Molly was suddenly standing on the sidewalk – nude. Her hair, now completely dry and unrestrained, fluttered behind her in the winter breeze. She shivered and her nipples stood out.

“Naked Girl, I’m glad you’ve come,” Capt. Dunn said. “We could sure use your help right now.”

“Teleportation Girl,” Molly corrected. “I mean Woman. Teleportation Woman. Um, what’s the situation?”

“Bank robber took too much time and got himself trapped inside. If it weren’t for these damned glass walls he might have come outside, but he saw the squad cars. Dude shot the bank security guard in the legs and disarmed him. So far no other injuries, but he’s threatening to start killing hostages unless he gets $100 million and a helicopter. We’re stalling him and trying to get a good angle for our sharpshooters, but with all the people around we can’t risk it.”

He held out to her a pair of binoculars. “Here, take a look for yourself, Naked-- I mean . . . Tele . . . transporting . . . person.”

Molly stepped closer, the cement cold under her bare feet, and took the binoculars. As she leaned against a squad car to hold them steady, it occurred to her that in this position her breasts were probably poking through the window of the car. She had not noticed whether anyone was inside.

Stepping back, Molly handed the binoculars back to Capt. Dunn and glanced into the window of the police car where a young officer smiled stupidly back at her, only now his eyes were lower down on her body. Although Molly did not shave her flaming red public hair, it only grew above her vagina and not on the sides, so her puffy white slit was unobscured.

Before they could see her blush, Molly disappeared and reappeared inside the bank lobby, hidden from the gunman behind a counter. All the hostages were on the floor, no one posing a threat, so the bank robber was off guard, holding his gun loosely at his side. Molly teleported behind him where she had spotted three thick wooden stools lined up at a counter.

As she picked up one of the heavy stools and held it above her head, the gunman must have heard or sensed her presence because he whirled around just as she brought the thick-legged stool down on him. His gun went off, but Molly had already teleported safely away. As the stool snapped his collar bone, the gunman lost his grip on the weapon and it skittered across the polished marble floor. Molly appeared directly in its path and stopped it beneath her bare foot.

The police SWAT team stormed into the lobby as Molly teleported back outside to give her report to Capt. Dunn. She was new at superhero work and was not sure of the etiquette when assisting the police. Best, she thought, to check in with him before leaving the scene. Dunn, however, had joined his men running into the bank so when Molly reappeared on the sidewalk there were no police manning the barricades.

When they saw her, people in the crowd cheered and applauded, shouting “Naked Girl! Naked Girl!” At the same time, a horde of press rushed up and surrounded her, their microphones and recorders jutting at her face. Molly vanished.

She reappeared in the faculty meeting room almost exactly where she’d been standing when she left. When she saw that her colleagues all had their backs to her, still focused on the TV screen, she briefly hoped she might get her clothes on before they noticed she was back. Though she’d just been exposed to millions of people on television, Molly knew she would feel much more embarrassed to be seen naked up close by her mostly-male co-workers.

Unfortunately, Annie spoiled that plan when she threw her arms around the still-naked Molly crying, “oh thank God you’re okay.”

Because Annie had been seated and Molly standing, Annie’s arms were tightly wrapped around Molly’s waist and her face was pressed against Molly’s left breast as the other science professors turned around to see.