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I have been asked about background of my OC the Quantum Maiden. Here is the "Who" and "How", for starters.
Who
Kathleen is a pretty 5’4” 116lbs brunette All-American teenage girl. She is physically active, enjoying, swimming, tennis, martial arts, and cheerleading. Academically, she in the top 1% of her class, and is a member of The National Honor Society. She is intelligent, confident, feisty, and focused, but is still playful and demure.
Kathleen secured a summer work-study internship at Anderson Laboratories. She is a lab assistant/gopher for Dr. Harriett Howell, a stout 5’6” salt-n-peppered haired brilliant woman, in her mid-50s, holding double doctorates in Chemical and Textile Engineering, and a Master’s degree in Quantum Physics. Dr. Howell was working on a government funded project focused on treating different materials to create a more effective personnel protective gear. Right from the start, Dr. Howell took a shine to the goal-oriented girl.
How
Dr. Howell was experimenting with a revolutionary new solution to apply to cloth material. The liquid was created using a precious small sample of dust gathered recently from a meteorite that had crashed in the Arizona desert. The dust retrieved from the space rock had materials never seen. After every agency placed their claim on the astral material, only scant amount remained. Dr. Howell was able to win the science community lottery and get the last smidgen of space dust. With it she created a solution that could be applied to several prospective textile fabrics. The goal was to get the cosmos rock dust to combine with, and change the material, to enhance its fundamental properties. Dr. Howell was looking to develop a lightweight armor clothing to be worn by soldiers, agents, and police officers.
One Friday afternoon Kathleen came into the lab from school. She had plans to go out with friends afterwards, so she had brought a change of clothes to work. They had been prepping for the first testing of Dr. Howell’s special solution. Kathleen’s friends were supposed to pick her up right after work. So, during her last break before the end of her day, the teen assistant went to the lavatory to change into her “Going Out” clothes. She came back wearing a different outfit, but still covered by the mandatory white lab coat, gloves, and goggles.
During the first test session with the meteorite enhanced solution, the Pyrex container broke, spilling the near translucent lavender colored solution onto the stainless-steel tabletop. Now, in a medically sterile level laboratory, there were many emergency protocols in place. There are large canisters of Halon (pre-1980’s ban) for the fire suppression system. There is an emergency rinse station in case of contamination. There is a wall-mounted cabinet with emergency Oxygen tanks. There are multiple hi-tech sensors to monitor the safety of the air quality in the environment. And there is a high-powered venting system in case of toxic gases getting released. But, there is nothing available to clean up, or soak up, spills. Those types of incidents were left to a clean-up response team.
As the liquid begins to move towards the edge of the table Dr. Howell yells, “Get Anything! Anything!” The two females frantically search for a way to collect the priceless small amount solution. Scrambling to find “Anything”, Kathleen gets an idea. She quickly reaches into her bag and pulls out the first clothing she grabbed. Spinning to the table she tosses the garment onto the table covering the spill. Unfortunately, she grabbed her dainty pair of light blue sheer bikini panties and uses them to sponge up the irreplaceable liquid.
At first Dr. Howell was furious, ordering the girl to place the drenched garment in a biohazard secure bag. After a few moments of decompression, both Dr. Howell and Kathleen broke out in laughter at the ridiculousness of the girl’s choice. Dr. Howell held up the bag and shook her head. The extremely valuable sample solution now thoroughly soaked a small pair of light blue sheer bikini panties with tiny white floral trim. The scientist commented that she should be able to extract some of the excess solution, but the underwear is a goner. Exhausted from the adrenaline rush Dr. Howell called it a day telling Kathleen she would see the girl next Monday.
Dr. Howell came into her lab Saturday morning to find the liquid sample had been completely absorbed by the undergarment. Her solution has bonded with the material and is now molecularly integrated into the garment. Through the weekend the researcher runs multiple tests on Kathleen’s enhanced intimates. No residual radiation, or dangerous emissions, and apparently the cloth was incredulously indestructible. The material proved resistant to, fire, stabbing, cutting, freezing, acids, and projectiles.
Kathleen came in on Monday. When she arrived, Dr. Howell was on a call with a colleague. The teen began her daily ritual. She dropped her bag on a bench, put on her lab coat, and headed to the main table. There she found her panties from Friday loosely waded up on a tray. She studied them for a moment turning the 8” x11” specimen tray in half circles. ‘Maybe Dr. Howell had been able to extract the solution’ ponders the intern. So entranced was Kathleen that she had forgotten to put on her gloves. When teen decided to pick up her panties, that saved the day, she got a shock.
It was like putting both hands into a light socket. Tremendous bolts of energy pulsated through her entire body. There was no pain, but the initial feeling of pure power was foreign to her body, and it was making her nauseous. So overwhelming was the charge that it left the teenage girl stunned and speechless. The next thing she knew, she could hear Dr. Howell yelling at her to drop the garment.
Dr. Howell was full of fear at first seeing her young assistant apparently immobilized and shuddering as she handled the altered sexy underwear. It wasn’t until the girl turned her head to look at the researcher that Dr. Howell was physically moved to step back from Kathleen. The teen’s normally powder blue eyes were now a blazing crystal blue. Her coffee-colored hair appeared silky, fuller, and elegant, as it floated, framing her face. Somehow the girl’s soft feminine facial features seemed to morph into a strikingly attractive face. Not just prettier, the teen’s face was flawlessly beautiful. Kathleen’s tan skin glistened as it appeared even more a healthier “Sun Kissed” brown than before. The staggered doctor stood in awe of the new female presence before her, “Kathleen?!”
Still heady from the affects imparted by holding her intimate wear, Kathleen smiled, and half-laughed, “What did you do to my panties?’
When Dr. Howell finally got Kathleen to put down the garment, the girl slowly began to return to the teen the doctor knew. After a cursory physical exam, the researcher could not find any immediate issues with the girl. It took the doctor a minute to get the still amped teen to sit down. When she did, Dr. Howell turned to the specimen tray and paused. Glancing over her right shoulder at the girl first, Dr. Howell removed her gloves. She reaches down and takes a hold of Kathleen’s skimpy sexy panties.
An amused Kathleen watches as Dr. Howell turns the teen’s underwear over and over in her hands. She stretches and pulls on the intimates, but apparently the old woman was not receiving anything like the kick Kathleen just received. “What’s happening Dr. Howell?”
Nothing! The doctor felt nothing. No amazing physical changes. No fundamentally molecular changes displayed in a pair of crystallin radiant eyes, nothing. Dr. Howell drops the girl’s panties back on the tray glaring at them for a long moment. Finally, she turned to a smiling Kathleen and said, “We have work to do.”
The researcher immediately wanted to start running tests on, Kathleen, the undergarment, and the two together. Dr. Howell got DNA samples from the girl, blood tests, mental tests, and a few other tests. She even convinced a VERY reluctant Kathleen to provide a sample of the teen’s most intimate feminine release. Every bit of data that defined Kathleen, physically and mentally, was painstakingly gathered over the next couple of weeks. Charts and graphs of attributes were compiled. Finally, the day came to test hypothesizes and theories derived from the data. It was time for Kathleen to put on her special panties.