The Adventures of Destiny Girl
Chapter 2 - The Date
Destiny Girl arrived at the hospital just moments after the alarm sounded and found two of Madame Mechanica’s copper-clad henchmen handcuffed to a railing, the police surrounding them, weapons drawn. Destiny Girl liked Madame Mechanica - sure she was a super villain bent on world domination, but she was a WOMAN, and to Destiny Girl that meant something...
“Thank god you’re here, Destiny Girl!” said a tall, lean officer as soon as she arrived.
“What’s the situation Officer Reynolds?” asked Destiny girl, hovering there, scanning the area for other threats.
“These two were caught leaving by a back exit, they planted a bomb somewhere, but we have no idea where, and we have no idea when it will go off.”
“Did you ask them??” she said, looking at him with narrowed eyes. She was going to be late for her date, for THIS?
“Ask them? They’re... “
“They are Madame Mechanica’s mostly mechanical minions... god I wish I hadn’t just said that... Anyway, as long as their memory hasn’t been wiped, the location of the bomb will be right...”
Destiny Girl pulled open a brass and copper panel on the chestplate of one of the minions and revealed a control panel with a small screen and several knobs and switches. She turned the knobs and switches until the screen lit up with a dim glow and she was able to rewind the video feed. The police were amazed when she froze the screen image on a pair of hands placing a device full of tubes and wires under a propane tank in the lower level of the hospital.
“That’s amazing, Desitny Girl - we never knew - “ Destiny Girl cut him off and, in a flash, sped to the basement and ripped the bomb out from under the propane tank. She looked at the digital readout and saw it ticking down - 6, 5, 4...
“Oh crap.” she said, blasting out of the hospital at near super-sonic speeds and throwing the bomb at the last possible moment. The explosion threw her back, dazing her and blowing off one of her boots, which she didn’t notice.
“Are you OK Destiny Girl?” Officer Reynolds said as he ran over to where she hovered.
“I’m fine, officer, just a little closer then I like to be to a thermonic blast.” replied Destiny Girl, shaking her head. She saw several officers looking at her legs (something she was acutely aware of in her ‘normal’ life) and realized her boot had fallen off. She shrugged and picked it up.
“Is everyone OK?” she asked, slipping the boot on in one lightning quick motion.
“Everyone is fine, Destiny girl.” Officer Reynolds said, then awkwardly added “Thanks to you.”
“Just doing my job, officer.” Destiny girl said through partially gritted teeth and a forced smile. She waved to the crowd and sped off.
Danielle looked at the clock as she flew into her apartment. “Six minutes, as long as she’s not …” the doorbell rang. “...early. Crap!”
She looked around and caught a reflection of herself in the hall mirror - her hair looked like... well, her hair looked like she had just been blown up by a thermonic explosion. And she was still in her Destiny Girl costume. Perfect.
“Just a minute!” she called out, then using super speed, she undressed, soaked her hair in the shower, wrapped a soft towel around her head, then another around her body, then sat in her wheelchair. She arranged he limp legs as she wheeled to the door. The whole operation had taken just over thirty seconds.
Sheila’s eyes shot open as Danielle opened the door wearing only a towel, and her cheeks immediately turned pink.
“Well I suddenly feel very overdressed.” she said with a nervous giggle.
“Oh, sorry Sheila - took a little longer than I had planned in the shower.” Danielle said warmly. “It can take a little longer sometimes, I’m sure you understand.” she said as she indicated her paralyzed legs.
“Oh no, I understand, it’s fine, really Danielle. You can get dressed, I’ll wait, unless...”
“Unless I want help?” Danielle said, a little too seductively. ‘Try not to scare her off, Danielle..’ she chided herself.
“No, no, I was going to say if you wanted me to come back later, not...”
“It’s OK, I was just teasing Sheila.”
“Oh, oh ok, sorry...” Sheila said, and she looked genuinely disappointed.
“Don’t worry about it, and don’t be so nervous! It’s just my sense of humor. Maybe you can help me get undressed later.” she said with a wink and wheeled into her bedroom.
“What should I wear?” Danielle called from the bedroom, pulling off the towels and spraying on some perfume. While she could dress herself in the blink of an eye, she knew that would be... suspicious, to say the least. Not to mention, she had a feeling Sheila actually liked the fact that she had difficulty doing things, due to her legs. It was a strange thought, but not an unwelcome one. After all, she lived with her ‘limitations’ by choice, didn’t she...
“Stockings.” came Sheilas reply, the smallest of quivers in her voice as she said it.
“And what else?” Danielle asked.
“Nothing.” came the reply from the living room, more confident this time, playful. Sheila was loosening up. This could be a fun night after all.
“And if I actually came out there wearing nothing but a pair of stockings?” Danielle teased.
“I don’t think we’d ever get to dinner..” came Sheila’s honest reply.
“Well I’m hungry, so this will have to do.” said Danielle a minute later as she wheeled into the living room, wearing stockings and a short teal dress that really didn’t cover much when she was seated. Her lap belt was fastened and Danielle knew that the teal dressed made the lap belt - not to mention her wheelchair - particularly pronounced, which she knew Sheila would appreciate.
“So, you mentioned something about dinner?” Danielle said as Shelia stared at her un-apologetically. “And you can put your tongue back in your mouth. Until later, anyway.”
Sheila snapped out if it, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ve never..”
“It’s OK, I invited you, I knew what I was getting into. At least I hope I know what I’m getting into. So, dinner?”
“Well, there’s a really good little Italian place right down by -”
“Rigatoni’s, right?” Danielle said, trying not to frown to much.
“What, you don’t like it?” Sheila asked, concerned.
“I’ve never tried it. I can’t get in.” Danielle said. “Too many stairs, it’s that little downstairs dining room.”
Sheila put her hand to her mouth. “I didn’t even think of that, I’m really sorry.”
“It happens all the time, most people don’t think of it. I know I didn’t think of it at all until...”
“Danielle, do you mind of I ask - “
“I was waiting for it.” Danielle said. “I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask earlier, the be honest. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, nothing thrilling. I was fourteen, I was riding my bike, and a tanker truck blew a tire, flipped over. I got hit, I blacked out, I woke up in a hospital room in a back and neck brace and couldn’t feel anything below my stomach. I honestly don’t remember that much.”
Danielle remembered a lot more than she admitted, of course. That lone, unmarked tanker truck was carrying an experimental substance that sprayed out from the ruptured tank and soaked her as she lay in the road, barely conscious. She never found out what it was or where it came from, but after a few weeks in the hospital, coming to terms with waking up a paraplegic, she started to notice things, strange things. And then there was the time she woke up on the ceiling...
“It was just a terrible accident.” she finished, pulling her train of thought back to the present. “And this is the result.” she indicated her legs and wheelchair. “Anything else you wanted to ask?”
“Have you always been gay?” Sheila asked, speaking quickly and obviously embarrassed.
“Well, um...” The question took her by surprise and Danielle thought about it for a minute. “I guess... well, I don’t think I was ‘anything’ until after my accident. Since then, I guess I’m more ‘trisexual’ “
“Tirsexual?” Sheila asked, confused.
“Sure - I’ll try anything once...” Danielle said with a flirtatious wink. “Being a teenager and paralyzed, it’s not like I had many options. Girls were just more.. accepting. Things grew from there. How about you?”
“I still remember the day. Freshman year of high school, I opened a teen magazine, saw a girl dressed in a bra and panties as some kind of advertisement, and realized I found her really sexy. Then I spent the rest of high school trying to make sure nobody ever found out.”
“How’d that work out?” Danielle asked.
“Dated a cheerleader senior year.” Sheila said with a smile. “Parents tried to be cool about it, but thought it was a ‘phase’ I would grow out of.”
Danielle wheeled close. “And the wheelchair thing?”
Sheila blushed a little. “I don’t really know... I can’t tell you the day and date when it started, or what triggered it. I just slowly realized that I was attracted to women in wheelchairs... more attracted than ‘regular’ women, anyway. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
Danielle laughed, a light, lyrical giggle. “Bother me? I’m a paraplegic lesbian, anything that gets me closer to a good night kiss is OK with me.
Sheila leaned down and kissed Danielle on the lips, running her fingers through Danielle’s soft hair. Danielle returned the kiss and caressed Sheila’s cheek. The women remained kissing for what felt like a thousand heartbeats, then Sheila slowly pulled away.
“I didn’t want to wait until the end of the date.” Shelia admitted, her cheeks flushed.
“Neither did I.” Danielle replied, smiling. Now, what did we say about dinner?”
“I think we were talking about ordering pizza and opening a bottle of wine, weren’t we?” Sheila said, sitting in the plush couch. Danielle smiled, then parked her wheelchair and slid onto the couch beside her in a smooth transfer, lifting each limp leg in both hands and sliding it as close to Sheila as she could. Danielle winked and, thought Sheila’s cheeks burned red, she put a hand gently on Danielle’s stocking-clad thigh. Danielle could hear Sheila’s heartbeat quicken. She smiled.
The ultrasonic alert woke Danielle out of a sound sleep - silent alarm triggered at the art museum, shots fired, costumed villains - the usual. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Danielle’s arm brushed against something - Sheila was in bed beside her, snoring gently.
Great. She couldn’t get ONE night off? Not ONE?
Danielle slipped the blankets off silently, then concentrated and rose slowly into the air, trying to disturb the bed as little as possible. She grabbed her Destiny Girl outfit from the secret panel in the ceiling, then headed to the bathroom and, in a lightning fast motion, was dressed and out the bathroom window, streaking towards the art museum, muttering under her breath. It was like the universe had decided she didn’t deserve a normal, healthy relationship for some reason, and it was really frustrating. And she was feeling so good after finally getting laid and -
Destiny Girl stopped dead in midair. Her wheelchair - it was still near the bed, she had flown out of the room. If Sheila woke to find... but she was already hearing the commotion at the museum, she didn’t have time to wait.
She cursed again under her breath and headed to the museum. Hopefully, whatever was going on could be handled quickly... but as she saw the gigantic robotic scorpion that clung vice-like to the side of the building, she feared that wasn’t going to be the case...
Chapter 2 - The Date
Destiny Girl arrived at the hospital just moments after the alarm sounded and found two of Madame Mechanica’s copper-clad henchmen handcuffed to a railing, the police surrounding them, weapons drawn. Destiny Girl liked Madame Mechanica - sure she was a super villain bent on world domination, but she was a WOMAN, and to Destiny Girl that meant something...
“Thank god you’re here, Destiny Girl!” said a tall, lean officer as soon as she arrived.
“What’s the situation Officer Reynolds?” asked Destiny girl, hovering there, scanning the area for other threats.
“These two were caught leaving by a back exit, they planted a bomb somewhere, but we have no idea where, and we have no idea when it will go off.”
“Did you ask them??” she said, looking at him with narrowed eyes. She was going to be late for her date, for THIS?
“Ask them? They’re... “
“They are Madame Mechanica’s mostly mechanical minions... god I wish I hadn’t just said that... Anyway, as long as their memory hasn’t been wiped, the location of the bomb will be right...”
Destiny Girl pulled open a brass and copper panel on the chestplate of one of the minions and revealed a control panel with a small screen and several knobs and switches. She turned the knobs and switches until the screen lit up with a dim glow and she was able to rewind the video feed. The police were amazed when she froze the screen image on a pair of hands placing a device full of tubes and wires under a propane tank in the lower level of the hospital.
“That’s amazing, Desitny Girl - we never knew - “ Destiny Girl cut him off and, in a flash, sped to the basement and ripped the bomb out from under the propane tank. She looked at the digital readout and saw it ticking down - 6, 5, 4...
“Oh crap.” she said, blasting out of the hospital at near super-sonic speeds and throwing the bomb at the last possible moment. The explosion threw her back, dazing her and blowing off one of her boots, which she didn’t notice.
“Are you OK Destiny Girl?” Officer Reynolds said as he ran over to where she hovered.
“I’m fine, officer, just a little closer then I like to be to a thermonic blast.” replied Destiny Girl, shaking her head. She saw several officers looking at her legs (something she was acutely aware of in her ‘normal’ life) and realized her boot had fallen off. She shrugged and picked it up.
“Is everyone OK?” she asked, slipping the boot on in one lightning quick motion.
“Everyone is fine, Destiny girl.” Officer Reynolds said, then awkwardly added “Thanks to you.”
“Just doing my job, officer.” Destiny girl said through partially gritted teeth and a forced smile. She waved to the crowd and sped off.
Danielle looked at the clock as she flew into her apartment. “Six minutes, as long as she’s not …” the doorbell rang. “...early. Crap!”
She looked around and caught a reflection of herself in the hall mirror - her hair looked like... well, her hair looked like she had just been blown up by a thermonic explosion. And she was still in her Destiny Girl costume. Perfect.
“Just a minute!” she called out, then using super speed, she undressed, soaked her hair in the shower, wrapped a soft towel around her head, then another around her body, then sat in her wheelchair. She arranged he limp legs as she wheeled to the door. The whole operation had taken just over thirty seconds.
Sheila’s eyes shot open as Danielle opened the door wearing only a towel, and her cheeks immediately turned pink.
“Well I suddenly feel very overdressed.” she said with a nervous giggle.
“Oh, sorry Sheila - took a little longer than I had planned in the shower.” Danielle said warmly. “It can take a little longer sometimes, I’m sure you understand.” she said as she indicated her paralyzed legs.
“Oh no, I understand, it’s fine, really Danielle. You can get dressed, I’ll wait, unless...”
“Unless I want help?” Danielle said, a little too seductively. ‘Try not to scare her off, Danielle..’ she chided herself.
“No, no, I was going to say if you wanted me to come back later, not...”
“It’s OK, I was just teasing Sheila.”
“Oh, oh ok, sorry...” Sheila said, and she looked genuinely disappointed.
“Don’t worry about it, and don’t be so nervous! It’s just my sense of humor. Maybe you can help me get undressed later.” she said with a wink and wheeled into her bedroom.
“What should I wear?” Danielle called from the bedroom, pulling off the towels and spraying on some perfume. While she could dress herself in the blink of an eye, she knew that would be... suspicious, to say the least. Not to mention, she had a feeling Sheila actually liked the fact that she had difficulty doing things, due to her legs. It was a strange thought, but not an unwelcome one. After all, she lived with her ‘limitations’ by choice, didn’t she...
“Stockings.” came Sheilas reply, the smallest of quivers in her voice as she said it.
“And what else?” Danielle asked.
“Nothing.” came the reply from the living room, more confident this time, playful. Sheila was loosening up. This could be a fun night after all.
“And if I actually came out there wearing nothing but a pair of stockings?” Danielle teased.
“I don’t think we’d ever get to dinner..” came Sheila’s honest reply.
“Well I’m hungry, so this will have to do.” said Danielle a minute later as she wheeled into the living room, wearing stockings and a short teal dress that really didn’t cover much when she was seated. Her lap belt was fastened and Danielle knew that the teal dressed made the lap belt - not to mention her wheelchair - particularly pronounced, which she knew Sheila would appreciate.
“So, you mentioned something about dinner?” Danielle said as Shelia stared at her un-apologetically. “And you can put your tongue back in your mouth. Until later, anyway.”
Sheila snapped out if it, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’ve never..”
“It’s OK, I invited you, I knew what I was getting into. At least I hope I know what I’m getting into. So, dinner?”
“Well, there’s a really good little Italian place right down by -”
“Rigatoni’s, right?” Danielle said, trying not to frown to much.
“What, you don’t like it?” Sheila asked, concerned.
“I’ve never tried it. I can’t get in.” Danielle said. “Too many stairs, it’s that little downstairs dining room.”
Sheila put her hand to her mouth. “I didn’t even think of that, I’m really sorry.”
“It happens all the time, most people don’t think of it. I know I didn’t think of it at all until...”
“Danielle, do you mind of I ask - “
“I was waiting for it.” Danielle said. “I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask earlier, the be honest. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, nothing thrilling. I was fourteen, I was riding my bike, and a tanker truck blew a tire, flipped over. I got hit, I blacked out, I woke up in a hospital room in a back and neck brace and couldn’t feel anything below my stomach. I honestly don’t remember that much.”
Danielle remembered a lot more than she admitted, of course. That lone, unmarked tanker truck was carrying an experimental substance that sprayed out from the ruptured tank and soaked her as she lay in the road, barely conscious. She never found out what it was or where it came from, but after a few weeks in the hospital, coming to terms with waking up a paraplegic, she started to notice things, strange things. And then there was the time she woke up on the ceiling...
“It was just a terrible accident.” she finished, pulling her train of thought back to the present. “And this is the result.” she indicated her legs and wheelchair. “Anything else you wanted to ask?”
“Have you always been gay?” Sheila asked, speaking quickly and obviously embarrassed.
“Well, um...” The question took her by surprise and Danielle thought about it for a minute. “I guess... well, I don’t think I was ‘anything’ until after my accident. Since then, I guess I’m more ‘trisexual’ “
“Tirsexual?” Sheila asked, confused.
“Sure - I’ll try anything once...” Danielle said with a flirtatious wink. “Being a teenager and paralyzed, it’s not like I had many options. Girls were just more.. accepting. Things grew from there. How about you?”
“I still remember the day. Freshman year of high school, I opened a teen magazine, saw a girl dressed in a bra and panties as some kind of advertisement, and realized I found her really sexy. Then I spent the rest of high school trying to make sure nobody ever found out.”
“How’d that work out?” Danielle asked.
“Dated a cheerleader senior year.” Sheila said with a smile. “Parents tried to be cool about it, but thought it was a ‘phase’ I would grow out of.”
Danielle wheeled close. “And the wheelchair thing?”
Sheila blushed a little. “I don’t really know... I can’t tell you the day and date when it started, or what triggered it. I just slowly realized that I was attracted to women in wheelchairs... more attracted than ‘regular’ women, anyway. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
Danielle laughed, a light, lyrical giggle. “Bother me? I’m a paraplegic lesbian, anything that gets me closer to a good night kiss is OK with me.
Sheila leaned down and kissed Danielle on the lips, running her fingers through Danielle’s soft hair. Danielle returned the kiss and caressed Sheila’s cheek. The women remained kissing for what felt like a thousand heartbeats, then Sheila slowly pulled away.
“I didn’t want to wait until the end of the date.” Shelia admitted, her cheeks flushed.
“Neither did I.” Danielle replied, smiling. Now, what did we say about dinner?”
“I think we were talking about ordering pizza and opening a bottle of wine, weren’t we?” Sheila said, sitting in the plush couch. Danielle smiled, then parked her wheelchair and slid onto the couch beside her in a smooth transfer, lifting each limp leg in both hands and sliding it as close to Sheila as she could. Danielle winked and, thought Sheila’s cheeks burned red, she put a hand gently on Danielle’s stocking-clad thigh. Danielle could hear Sheila’s heartbeat quicken. She smiled.
The ultrasonic alert woke Danielle out of a sound sleep - silent alarm triggered at the art museum, shots fired, costumed villains - the usual. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Danielle’s arm brushed against something - Sheila was in bed beside her, snoring gently.
Great. She couldn’t get ONE night off? Not ONE?
Danielle slipped the blankets off silently, then concentrated and rose slowly into the air, trying to disturb the bed as little as possible. She grabbed her Destiny Girl outfit from the secret panel in the ceiling, then headed to the bathroom and, in a lightning fast motion, was dressed and out the bathroom window, streaking towards the art museum, muttering under her breath. It was like the universe had decided she didn’t deserve a normal, healthy relationship for some reason, and it was really frustrating. And she was feeling so good after finally getting laid and -
Destiny Girl stopped dead in midair. Her wheelchair - it was still near the bed, she had flown out of the room. If Sheila woke to find... but she was already hearing the commotion at the museum, she didn’t have time to wait.
She cursed again under her breath and headed to the museum. Hopefully, whatever was going on could be handled quickly... but as she saw the gigantic robotic scorpion that clung vice-like to the side of the building, she feared that wasn’t going to be the case...
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