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Supergirl had insisted she be present for Batgirl’s next session with Dr. Kinsey. After chastising Batgirl over the Penthouse spread, Supergirl felt it incumbent on her to intercede on behalf of the gullible and beguiled heroine. She had been surprised to find Batgirl so acquiescent to the suggestion.
The two met outside Dr. Kinsey’s office. Supergirl wanted to walk in with Batgirl and catch Dr. Kinsey off-guard—she expected to surprise Dr. Kinsey—but the woman was composed and seemed entirely unperturbed by her sudden presence.
“Welcome Supergirl! This is quite a pleasant surprise. Please,” Dr. Kinsey gestured towards the large leather couch, “have a seat.”
Supergirl hesitated, then followed Batgirl’s lead. Dr. Kinsey pulled up a chair as the two heroines sat down on the couch.
“Let us dispense with our usual opening formalities as we clearly need to address the elephant in the room,” said Dr. Kinsey.
“Yes. How could Batgirl let—”
“Excuse me Supergirl, but this is Batgirl’s session. While I appreciate you supporting your friend here today, you need to respect the process of our sessions. Allow me to conduct the session. And while I certainly value your input Supergirl, we first need to hear Batgirl speak about the circumstances.”
“But Batgirl needs to realize—”
“Please!” Dr. Kinsey raised her hand, silencing the Girl of Steel. “You’re using your power privilege to take control of this session. This is not your session to control. I appreciate you supporting Batgirl, but if your motives are genuine you are going to have to trust me. And I cannot earn your trust if I allow you to dominate this session.”
Supergirl opened her mouth to protest, but was somehow subdued by Dr. Kinsey’s imposing demeanor and authoritative voice. The woman had some sort of aura that demanded respect. She sat back as Dr. Kinsey continued.
“Take a look at yourself Supergirl. You come to our meeting wearing this skin-tight costume of yours!” Dr. Kinsey leaned forward and pinched a portion of Supergirl’s top, pulled the skin-tight fabric off of Supergirl’s body, then let it snap back into place. Supergirl did not even protest, she was so shocked by Dr. Kinsey’s brazen gesture. “Have you considered what could possibly motivate you to wear that for our session?”
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Supergirl was taken aback. “But…but doesn’t Batgirl come to your sessions with her cos—outfit on?”
Dr. Kinsey was amused by Supergirl’s petulant protest. “Unlike you, Batgirl has to maintain a secret identity. You could just as easily come here wearing a proper business outfit, or even something casual such as jeans and a shirt. But you chose to arrive in the full glory of Supergirl. Think about why that is.”
Supergirl opened her mouth to continue protesting whatever it was Dr. Kinsey was accusing her of doing, but no words came to mind. She blinked hard and rubbed her eyes, trying to come up with something to say. Her mind was jumbled and she was having a hard time focusing.
“Don’t blame yourself too hard for this Supergirl. Your arrogance comes from your superior power. How could you not think so highly of yourself when you’re surrounded by such average people. Even Earth’s heroes,” Dr. Kinsey gestured towards Batgirl, “can’t come close to matching your power and prestige.”
“Hey! I—” Batgirl piped up. Dr. Kinsey’s criticism of Supergirl was quite satisfying, but she was not thrilled by that last point. Supergirl, on the other hand, was starting to follow Dr. Kinsey’s line of reasoning.
“No need to take umbrage at the facts Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey dismissed Batgirl’s protest. “Supergirl is stronger, faster, more indestructible, can fly…need I say more? To state the facts is not to disparage your valiant efforts to keep our society safe. But we cannot sugarcoat the truth: Supergirl is the superior superheroine.”
Batgirl’s face reddened, but looking at Supergirl with her false modest expression reinforced Dr. Kinsey’s point: the blonde bombshell with the sexy body beneath a skintight unisuit and miniskirt was indisputably the ultimate superheroine.
“But in order to properly conduct this session, I’m going to need you to change out of your Supergirl costume and put on something a bit more…conservative. Step into the other room and change into one of my business suits.” Dr. Kinsey smiled as she looked the Girl of Steel over, “I believe our measurements are fairly similar.”
Supergirl shook her head. “I don’t think so Miss Kinsey. And I don’t think that’s appropriate.”
“Of course you don’t,” Dr. Kinsey ignored Supergirl’s slight. “But that is because of your power privilege. You remain blissfully unaware of the way you use your power and physique to cause others to feel inferior to you. Subconsciously, you chose to wear your Supergirl costume tonight in order to establish yourself as the more dominant person. That is power privilege. If you truly want to be of service, you would put on one of my business suits and allow Batgirl to remain the focus of our session.”
Supergirl was in a state of confusion. Had she been using this “power privilege” to intimidate Batgirl?
“So long as Batgirl feels daunted or bullied by you, she cannot open up to me. She needs to be Batgirl in all her glory, not the mild-mannered woman behind the mask.” Dr. Kinsey looked directly into Supergirl’s eyes. “Please Supergirl, trust me. This is what I do.”
Dr. Kinsey’s mellifluous voice put Supergirl in a sort of trance. Her large green eyes looked directly into Supergirl’s deep blue eyes. “If you truly are here to help, you need to do this. For Batgirl’s sake.”
“For Batgirl’s sake…” Supergirl murmured. She sat up and slowly walked over to the room Dr. Kinsey had indicated.
“Thank you Supergirl. I want you to know how much I appreciate your trust.”
Dr. Kinsey’s private chamber was a comfortably furnished room with a large walk-in closet. Though she was tempted to look through the file cabinets, she resisted the urge and looked through the various business suits hanging in the closet. She made her selection—choosing one that matched her bright red boots—and quickly changed into it. She hung her Supergirl outfit on the hangar fro which she took the suit. Her super-hearing had not detected any conversation from the the office, and when she walked backing the office it seemed neither Dr. Kinsey nor Batgirl had moved from where they had been sitting earlier.
Dr. Kinsey smiled upon seeing Supergirl enter wearing her business suit. “Looks like a good fit. Thank you for trusting me Supergirl.”
Supergirl slipped past Dr. Kinsey and sat down beside Batgirl.
Dr. Kinsey removed her glasses and turned to face Supergirl. “As you have expressed a desire to have your voice heard, why don’t you tell me about what led to your decision to join Batgirl tonight?”
Supergirl was hesitant to describe the incident at Batgirl’s apartment. She squirmed on the couch, pulling at the business skirt—it was somewhat shorter than her uniform’s miniskirt and she was suddenly self-conscious. ‘Why would a psychologist wear such skirt?’ Supergirl crossed her legs to avoid flashing Dr. Kinsey with her bright blue thong.
Dr. Kinsey tried to hide her satisfaction. Everything was going according to plan; the short skirts in the closet had been no coincidence. Supergirl was clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed—she would now be easy to manipulate mentally.
“I suppose I decided to join Batgirl after a talk we had a few weeks ago.”
Batgirl turned to say something to Supergirl, but Dr. Kinsey signaled for her to remain silent. The Girl of Steel proceeded to describe a meeting the two superheroines had in early December, a few weeks prior to the Penthouse Incident…
Supergirl looked quizzically at the young heroine. “What do you mean by ‘how’s your sex life?’ That is none of your business Batgirl.”
Batgirl put her hand on Supergirl’s arm. “I’m only asking because of something I went through recently. I know it’s a discreet topic, but it’s something I was struggling with and I just wanted to see if you were having some…um…issues in that area.”
Supergirl stood up and walked to the far side of the roof top. She crossed her arms and gazed out onto the Gotham City skyline, the only sound coming from her cape fluttering in the wind. The Girl of Steel’s silence said enough. Batgirl continued.
“I have to admit, I was getting distracted at times by some less-than-wholesome thoughts. I was so distracted that some guy almost took advantage of me! We deal with some pretty crazy people—losing our focus because of a natural urge is something we can’t have happen.” Batgirl found herself quoting Dr. Kinsey as she elaborated on the dangers of lascivious thoughts at inopportune times.
Supergirl seemed to be only a few years older than Batgirl, though there was no way to know for certain as Kryptonians seemed to have different physiological qualities. Batgirl had recently made Supergirl’s acquaintance and the two had hit it off fairly well. Just last month Supergirl had given Batgirl her personal contact information. With their growing friendship, Batgirl felt confident she could broach the subject of sexuality with her.
Supergirl let Batgirl finish her extemporaneous dissertation on superheroine sexuality. She had flown to Gotham at Batgirl’s behest and she sensed Batgirl was working through some personal matter. The two had worked together in tracking down the men who had made their escape from the Gotham market. Batgirl had been discreet about her urgency in finding the two men, and Supergirl wondered why Batgirl was so adamant about tracking down such low-level criminals.
Nonetheless, Supergirl felt obligated to help her out. There was an excess of superhero hype; superheroines deserved more of the media’s fawning coverage. A super girl-powered team-up would create more positive exposure for superheroines. There were enough fanboy sites and up-skirt images of superheroines on the internet, and the disgusting superheroine peril parody videos with all the sexual elements incensed Supergirl. It was time to balance those lewd sites with positive news stories. Superheroines were most certainly not to be objects of sexual desire—they were powerful and righteous forces on the side of good! News stories about their wholesome and qualities and their impact on crime rates should be a regular feature in the media. Supergirl was currently in discussions with a production company to create some PSAs about the value of superheroines and the need to show them the proper respect. Supergirl was looking to inspire some of her superheroine peers to be a part of her efforts to establish the proper dignity of superheroines. Batgirl would be a useful ally in her endeavors: she was beginning to establish a reputation beyond the city limits of Gotham. Keeping tabs on the up-and-coming heroine might prove worthwhile, and involving her in the movement might help quell the salacious Batgirl bad girl rumors.
Batgirl had her own reasons for the team-up. Besides Supergirl’s super powers being useful in tracking down the two men, her presence would serve as a veiled threat to the men should they say anything about their night in the market. Batgirl was well aware of the various rumors circulating around Gotham. Though there was no tangible proof, she had gotten herself into enough compromised situations that the rumors were not fading as quickly as she hoped they would. Various fanboy sites had a number of posts suggesting Batgirl was not the pristine and chaste heroine she presented to the world.
After tracking down the two men and turning them in to the Gotham P.D., then posing for publicity shots together, the two superheroines moved to the top of Gotham Central Bank. The GCB rooftop was one of Batgirl’s favorite spots: from there she could keep an eye on things as the building was the tallest building in the heart of the city, and it was a great place to take in Gotham’s skyline. It was also quite private.
“So what are you saying Batgirl?”
“I just wanted to know if you’ve also had those urges. Maybe it’s a superheroine thing? You know, from putting ourselves in risky and risqué situations.”
Admittedly, the Girl of Steel had the occasional sexual urge, but she was well-versed in repressing them each time they arose. Yet Supergirl’s rigid sense of propriety made her hear out Batgirl’s sermon on sexual urges. ‘It would be liberating to be free of those urges and distractions,’ Supergirl thought to herself.
Supergirl turned away from the ledge of the GCB and walked back to where Batgirl was sitting on the ledge overlooking the southern side of Gotham.
“What are you getting at?”
Batgirl gazed out at the skyline. She enjoyed looking at the holiday decorations lighting up the city. “I just wanted to pick your brain about this issue. I mean, I can’t really talk about it anyone else. And I’m not going to mention it to any of the superhero guys—they would just think I’m trying to hit on them.”
Supergirl nodded. Having been hit on by almost every one of the guys in the superhero community, she could appreciate Batgirl’s predicament. She also felt a bit of pride that Batgirl felt she could open up to her about such a sensitive topic. Then again, she was Supergirl—why wouldn’t she open up to her?
“I’ll be honest with you. I…” Batgirl hesitated. How would Supergirl react to this? “I started seeing a psychologist about it.” Batgirl bit her lip. Would she be angry? Disappointed? She stared down at the dark empty streets below.
Supergirl’s response surprised her. “I can’t blame you for seeing a psychologist. You’re only human after all—you could not have the same fortitude to resist such base urges as I. To be honest, I actually think it’s a good idea. It’s a mature decision—you’ve acknowledged a weakness and you’re doing what you need to do to overcome it.”
Batgirl was both heartened yet irked by Supergirl’s response. She appreciated Supergirl’s support, but her condescension was irritating. Batgirl had grown accustomed to Supergirl’s inadvertent slights and narcissistic tendencies, but at times Supergirl’s attitude was grating.
“So how long have you been seeing your psychologist?” asked Supergirl.
“It’s been over a year now.”
“Wow!” Supergirl had not anticipated that level of commitment. “Has it been effective?”
“Why don’t you come with me and check her—” Batgirl caught herself, “check it out. You wouldn’t even have to say anything.” Batgirl could see Supergirl beginning to object to her idea and quickly added, “She’s been a huge help for me.”
Supergirl was reluctant to agree. As with any abrupt and unexpected invitation, a polite demur was prescribed. Yet Supergirl was intrigued. Part of her intrigue was to hear what Batgirl revealed to her psychologist, but another more sordid part was in hearing Batgirl open up about her sexual urges…and perhaps any sexual acts! ‘Maybe there’s something to those online rumors about Batgirl,’ Supergirl thought to herself as she looked down at Batgirl. She found herself imagining the heroine clad in her skin-tight costume being taken in the various scenarios described on the online fanboy forums. Something inside Supergirl stirred.
“I’ll think it over. Now let’s get to it,” said Supergirl as she began to take flight—the sirens in the distance demanded her attention more than Batgirl’s voluptuous curves and pouty lips…
“Are you saying your interest in being here tonight is to see what I am able to do for Batgirl, or are you interested in what I might be able to do for you?” asked Dr. Kinsey.
“I want to be here to support Batgirl. She is going to need some help in dealing with the damage caused by her Penthouse photoshoot.”
“What damage do you think Batgirl has caused?”
Supergirl was shocked. How could Dr. Kinsey even ask that?! “Batgirl’s photoshoot has set back superheroine relations decades! We have to deal with the misogyny towards superheroines. The public doesn’t give us the same respect as superheroes because of our sexualization. Batgirl’s Penthouse spread serves to validate that sexualization and encourage further misogyny!”
Dr. Kinsey leaned back in her chair and studied the Girl of Steel. She needed to prod Supergirl just a bit more before turning the tables.
“How did you feel when you saw the photos?”
Supergirl sighed. “I couldn’t believe it. I felt betrayed by Batgirl. I thought she understood what I was trying to accomplish. Apparently not!”
“So you did see the spread?”
“I certainly did! I’m still in shock by those lewd photos.”
Dr. Kinsey put her glasses back on and leaned forward. She could sense Batgirl wanted to jump in and say something, and she had to prevent the heroine from validating Supergirl’s anger.
“I’m going to be honest with you Supergirl. It sounds to me as though you are resentful of Batgirl.”
“What?!” Supergirl was stunned by Dr. Kinsey’s reaction. Even Batgirl was surprised.
“Let’s consider the facts: Batgirl is a beautiful young woman and relatively new to the superheroine scene. She has already garnered a lot of attention from the media, and she has a mysterious aura about her, something you do not have.”
Supergirl made a move to interrupt her but Dr. Kinsey pressed on. “Don’t get me wrong Supergirl, there is nothing wrong with the pristine image you have created for yourself—it is quite impressive. But someone of your stature cannot have a mysterious quality to their persona. You have the benefit of being in the spotlight, but you also have the burden of expectations. Supergirl cannot be seen as anything less than a chaste and wholesome superheroine. You are confined—trapped, you might say—by your identity. As a result, you subconsciously begrudge Batgirl her freedom.
“Batgirl has no restrictions, thanks to her hidden identity. She can be a beautiful and sexy centerfold without compromising her identity. And doing as she did adds to the mystery and allure of the inscrutable Batgirl—the photoshoot serves to add to her lore.
“If I may be completely honest with you, I think you may be jealous of Batgirl. You see the adulation and fascination with Batgirl and you feel as though your spotlight has dimmed a bit. It has. But if you genuinely wish to expand your Superheroine Movement, you are going to have to allow other superheroines to share in the limelight. You have been in the spotlight for so long, you have difficulty sharing it.”
The Girl of Steel sat in stunned silence. Her mind was all over the place. Was Dr. Kinsey right? Was she resentful of Batgirl? She felt slightly dizzy as she tried to understand what the psychologist was suggesting.
Dr. Kinsey continued. “I would encourage you to be magnanimous towards Batgirl. After all, she is your friend. You should support her, not humiliate her. How can you expect Batgirl to support your Superheroine Movement if you treat her as a subordinate?”
Batgirl never felt closer to Dr. Kinsey. She had expected her to side with Supergirl—everyone else was captivated by the Girl of Steel, why not her psychologist too? But Dr. Kinsey was putting Supergirl in her place!
“I’m not trying to humiliate her! I’m trying to show her how such actions are deleterious to the Superheroine Movement,” objected Supergirl. “Superheroines deserve to be taken seriously, not looked at as sex objects.”
“Tell me more about this Superheroine Movement. This sounds like something very important to you Supergirl.”
Supergirl pulled at the blouse. It felt confining, and the perspiration trickling down her back was not helping.
“The Movement is designed to give superheroines the legitimacy and respect they deserve. The proliferation of websites posting shameful up-skirt photos and images of superheroines in various stages of distress reinforces a culture of coarseness and depravity. Superheroines are chaste and virtuous; they are not to be sources of eroticism and smut.”
Dr. Kinsey nodded as Supergirl continued to describe her vision of superheroine decorum and the importance of the Superheroine Movement. She wanted Supergirl to feel safe in explaining her perspectives and confident in having her points understood. It took longer than Dr. Kinsey had anticipated—she had purposefully placed tight and revealing business suits in her anteroom in order to make Supergirl feel self-conscious. Clearly Supergirl felt uncomfortable: she had been pulling and tugging at the business suit from the moment she had returned to the couch. Dr. Kinsey had made a point of allowing Supergirl to catch her eyeing the exposed bright blue thong when the mini-skirt had ridden up Supergirl’s leg. Yet Supergirl had managed to maintain her focus, spending over ten minutes condemning fanboy website and extolling the importance of superheroines’ virtues.
“Thank you for opening up Supergirl, I appreciate you sharing your perspectives. But as Batgirl’s psychologist,” Dr. Kinsey nodded to Batgirl, who was sitting with arms crossed and a bored look on her face, “I need to address some of your points. First off, your decision to begin the Superheroine Movement—righteous though it may be—does not give you the moral authority to impose those values on superheroines without their consent. Second, your Movement is founded on the premise that erotica is immoral, that sexuality is to be hidden. I would argue that position is sexist and disempowering towards women.”
Supergirl opened her mouth to protest, but Dr. Kinsey continued. “Third, and unless I am mistaken, you never formally asked Batgirl to be a part of your Movement. You merely expected she would fall in line simply because Supergirl expected her to fall in line. This is another instance of you using your power privilege.
“The fact is, sexuality is a strength. And though you may deny it, you know it to be the case. Shall we analyze your chosen attire to fight crime? You are Supergirl! With your superior powers, you could fight in any outfit. Yet you choose to wear high-heeled boots, a skin-tight unisuit with a low cut over your ample chest, and a skimpy mini-skirt that serves absolutely no utilitarian purpose. Why is that?”
Dr. Kinsey sat back, genuinely curious to hear how Supergirl would explain herself. Though she tried to prepare for any eventuality, she had been unable to unearth Supergirl’s rationale for her outfit.
“I chose my uniform based on my initial observations of human behavior. As Americans have a fascination with their athletes, I observed the psychology of the masses. Seeing the influence the female boosters had on those masses served as the inspiration for my uniform. The female boosters galvanized the masses to inspire the athletes. My uniform is that of the female booster; my masses are the American people. And I am galvanizing them to support my cause to champion truth, justice and the American way.”
It quickly dawned on Dr. Kinsey that Supergirl’s “female booster” was a glorified term for “cheerleader”. Now it all made sense: from Supergirl’s perspective, and with her limited understanding of American culture, cheerleaders seemed to have a powerful impact on sporting events. For a neophyte to Americana, Supergirl would naturally put excessive value on the significance of major sporting events.
“Have you found the outfit effective in that endeavor?” asked Dr. Kinsey. She had to keep Supergirl talking as she adjusted her strategy to further confuse the superheroine.
“Cleary it has worked. The attention given to me by the major media outlets—The Daily Planet, The Metropolis Star, Newstime, and even the Gotham Gazette—has served to bring attention to my campaign.”
Dr. Kinsey had read some of the articles on Metropolis’ new guardian angel. The articles were complementary and the photographs were modest. The websites were another matter. With the advantage of anonymity, website administrators could post the most salacious of articles and inappropriate of images. Had Supergirl seen them? Before tonight, she had assumed Supergirl was well aware of the lewd comments and photoshopped images. But now she had her doubts. Maybe Supergirl truly was as haughty and naive as Batgirl had intimated. She could work with that…
“What I am hearing from you is that you want attention. So why are you denying Batgirl that same opportunity? Must she receive her attention in the same manner as you? Will you deny her the freedom to express her sensuality as she desires?”
The room felt excessively warm to Supergirl and she unbuttoned the top of the business blouse. She felt the perspiration beginning to gather beneath her arms as more dripped down her back. Her hair was starting to become disheveled and the feeling of discomfort was growing more and more intolerable. She wiped her forehead and tried to focus on her response.
“I just want what’s best for Batgirl. She shouldn’t have to debase herself for attention.”
“That’s easy for you to say Supergirl. After all, you’re in the spotlight. The media fawns over you. But Batgirl has to work in the shadows. And being human, she cannot put herself in the limelight as you do.”
Despite her desire to refute Dr. Kinsey, Supergirl had an incurable honest streak. She had to admit Batgirl’s psychologist had a point.
“Batgirl is a gorgeous young woman. Look at her Supergirl.”
Supergirl looked over at Batgirl. She had been sitting quietly, patently listening as the two of them discussed her.
“Really look at her Supergirl. Look at the way her skin-tight black latex costume hugs her voluptuous curves. Look at how her firm muscles strain against the fabric. Look at those big pouty red lips and beautiful eyes.”
Dr. Kinsey’s honeyed voice gently described Batgirl as Supergirl looked at the suddenly self-conscious Batgirl. Supergirl felt her head beginning to spin as strange thoughts began to manifest themselves in the back of her mind. She shook her head trying to gain clarity. She noticed her throat was parched, and suddenly she was aware of an oppressive silence.
“I’ll assume by your silence that you agree with me Supergirl.”
Supergirl nodded, though she was not quite sure to what she was agreeing.
“Then perhaps you can accept Batgirl’s decision. Give her the respect she deserves. And in doing so, you can be certain of her loyalty as part of your Superheroine Movement. Isn’t that right Batgirl?”
Batgirl nodded.
Had Supergirl been less distracted and uncomfortable, she might have caught the condescending tone in Dr. Kinsey’s voice. But with sweat beginning to drip into her eyes and a queasy feeling in her stomach, Supergirl desperately wanted to wrap up the session.
“Excellent! This is a good breakthrough for you both.” Dr. Kinsey looked at her watch. “We still have 30 minutes. I would like to address the matter of the Penthouse photoshoot with you Batgirl. Is that okay with you Batgirl?”
Batgirl had been avoiding Supergirl’s gaze, awkwardly staring at the corner of the office. Dr. Kinsey’s voice snapped her out of the trance.
“Yes…yes, I would like to discuss that with you.”
Batgirl had been anxious about the topic. Yet after hearing Dr. Kinsey praise her so enthusiastically and defend her actions to Supergirl, she was much more comfortable opening up about her experience. Nonetheless, she was not about to admit what Nyessa had done to her. Nor was she going to reveal the truth about the erotic photoshoot.
As Batgirl described how she had chosen to push the envelope after the initial photoshoot for the fundraiser, Supergirl felt herself beginning to lose her bearings. The room was beginning to swirl and the feeling of nausea was intensifying. She suddenly felt the desperate need to get out of the room!
“I…I’m sorry,” Supergirl’s voice cracked as she tried to swallow. Her mouth was completely dry. “I need to go…I need to leave.”
“Are you okay?” asked Dr. Kinsey.
Supergirl did not look good. Gripping the arm of the couch, she pushed hard against it and made it to her feet.
“I’ll be okay…I just need some air…”
Batgirl and Dr. Kinsey got to their feet. Dr. Kinsey made a move to help the Girl of Steel, grabbing ahold of her arm and helping her towards to the door.
Once outside, Supergirl pulled her arm away from Dr. Kinsey. She was embarrassed to need the psychologist’s help, especially considering she had just met the woman!
“I’m okay. Thank you Dr. Kinsey.”
Supergirl slowly made her way down the hallway towards the building’s exit. Eva watched her go, licking her lips and smiling as she watched the weakened superheroine stumble out of the building. ‘It’s just a matter of time,’ she thought to herself.
Batgirl was still standing by the couch as Dr. Kinsey walked back into the office. “How is she?”
“Supergirl’s fine. My guess is she felt self-conscious and slightly ashamed of herself for having treated you so disrespectfully.” Dr. Kinsey sat back down in her chair and gestured for Batgirl to do likewise. “Now let’s continue with where we left off…”
The conversation centered on Supergirl’s reaction to the Batgirl’s Penthouse centerfold piece. After being assured Supergirl was both okay and had departed, Batgirl really opened up. She expressed her outrage over Supergirl’s pious predisposition and condescending attitude.
And Dr. Kinsey played her skillfully. She egged her on, provoking Batgirl into confessing not only her frustration and irritation with the Girl of Steel, but her hidden attraction and desire for Supergirl.
Dr. Kinsey had a difficult time focusing on Batgirl. Her mind kept returning to what was waiting for her in the anteroom. But she still needed to attend to Batgirl, and the heroine’s confession of her feelings for Supergirl needed to be used. She had set her plan in motion, and the allure of her treat in the anteroom could not distract her from her purpose.
Then an inspiration came to her!
“You trust me Batgirl, don’t you?”
“Implicitly Dr. Kinsey,” affirmed Batgirl.
“Then I am going to ask you to trust me now. I want to engage in some role-play with you.” Dr. Kinsey rose and walked to her anteroom. “Give me a minute.”
Batgirl was curious what Dr. Kinsey had in mind. What she discovered was entirely unexpected. When the door to the anteroom opened again, Supergirl walked in! Or at least it looked like Supergirl for a split second. Dr. Kinsey sauntered into the room wearing Supergirl’s unisuit and cape.
“What are you doing?!”
“From watching you and Supergirl interact today—or better yet, watching Supergirl commander you today—and from your description of your interactions with Supergirl, I can see that she intimidates you. And after her comments today, I am concerned you might have some relapse in your sexual awakening. What I want to do is remove some of Supergirl’s mystique. You need to view Supergirl as an equal.”
“How do we do that?”
“Like this,” and Dr. Kinsey grabbed ahold of Batgirl’s utility belt and pulled her close. “I need you to take me as you would take Supergirl. I want you to dominate me as you want to dominate Supergirl. Act out every fantasy you have ever had about the Girl of Steel on me. I want you to—
Dr. Kinsey never finished the sentence. Batgirl lips were firmly pressed on hers as fingers slipped beneath the unisuit and explored Supergirl’s body. Though Dr. Kinsey was not the vision that was Supergirl, she looked absolutely stunning in Supergirl’s unisuit. As she fondled the two large breasts beneath the S-logo of the unisuit, Batgirl required little imagination to visualize her ravishing of Supergirl.
“Tell me what you want to do to Supergirl,” Dr. Kinsey whispered into Batgirl’s ear.
She almost regretted having said so. Batgirl grabbed the backside of Supergirl’s unisuit and pulled it up forcefully, burying the thin strip of blue fabric between two firm butt cheeks. Then she felt herself thrown against the couch. Batgirl pressed her face into the pillow seat as she proceeded to slap Supergirl’s ass. Batgirl’s slaps stung and the two cheeks were radiated an angry red color. But just as the pain was beginning to build, Supergirl was flipped onto her back and Batgirl’s lips locked onto hers as she climbed on top of the superheroine. Two gloved fingers slipped into Supergirl’s womanhood, coaxing forth a wetness from her pussy and moans from her mouth.
Batgirl felt Supergirl’s hand slip beneath her skin-tight pants, and a moment later fingers pressing deep into her womanhood.
“Let me know when you want Supergirl to make you cum,” whispered Dr. Kinsey in a surprisingly seductive tone.
Batgirl’s fantasy was overwhelmingly powerful, and her stamina was almost non-existent. Hearing those words nearly drove her to climax.
“Make me cum now Supergirl! I want to cum now!” panted Batgirl.
Dr. Kinsey used her prowess to bring the heroine to climax. But as Batgirl was orgasming in ecstasy, she was surprised to find herself climaxing! Dr. Kinsey drenched Supergirl’s unisuit in sweet delirium.
Batgirl lay on top of Supergirl for a good minute before rolling off of her and moving to clean herself as best she could. Then she scheduled her next session with Dr. Kinsey. As she prepared to leave, Dr. Kinsey moved from behind her desk and stood before Batgirl.
“Look at me Batgirl. Look at what you have done to me. Look at how you made me so wet. I want you to remember how you punished and pleasured me. I want you to remember how you took me and made me cum.”
Batgirl licked her lips as she looked admiringly at the beautiful woman standing before her in the soaked Supergirl uniform.
“You made this happen Batgirl. Thank you.”
When the heroine left, Eva locked the door to her office. Then she walked to the mirror and stared at her treasure: Supergirl’s unisuit. She fingered the satin spandex material, feeling a thrill of excitement knowing her naked body was pressing against the very same material that had been pressed up against Supergirl’s naked body an hour earlier.
After several minutes of watching herself in Supergirl’s sexy unisuit, Eva removed the outfit and placed it on her desk. She stood naked, save for an ornate green pendant on a gold chain, enjoying the sensation. Then she pulled out a small envelope from the top drawer, from which she shook out a minuscule square electronic device and a small slip of paper on which was written “For your experiment. Edgar.”
Carefully and with a meticulous attention to detail, Eva stitched the microscopic chip into the seams running up the side of the section of Supergirl’s uniform that ran between her thighs. ‘That report about Supergirl’s inability to see through lead better be true,’ she thought to herself as she folded the unisuit and placed it on her desk beside Supergirl’s cape. Then she removed her pendant and placed it in the jewelry box alongside two rings and a bracelet.
Phase One was complete.
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