Girls Night Out II

by Nomdreserv and the Dark Oni

Part 2

Supergirl had arrived at the appointed rendezvous spot to meet Batgirl, with no sign of
the caped crusader. However, her keen hearing had detected some shouts and strange
noises, and a quick scan of the area had turned up the broken windows of the nearby
hotel, along with irregular flashes of an other-worldly light. She immediately flew down
and into the room, cluttered with spilled and damaged goods, to find a solitary (or so it
seemed) occupant – a strikingly if scantily clad woman whose face lit up at the sight of
the superheroine.

“Another one,” Lilandra exclaimed. “And one gifted with flight. You should prove a
worthier foe than this one.” She gestured at the costume in her hand.

Supergirl’s eyes went wide at the sight of the bright, yellow stylized bat on the front.

“Where did you get that?” she demanded, starting to fly towards Lilandra.

“Hold!” Lilandra held up her hand. “We must observe the rules before battle. I am
Lilandra the Enchantress, come to prove myself in glorious battle and triumph. Now, you
must tell me who you are, and perhaps add some witty remark to lighten the mood, before
I best you in personal combat.”

“What are you talking about?” the Argosian asked, hovering uncertainly in the air.
(Author’s note: Argos was a sister planet to Krypton, and briefly survived the latter’s
destruction. An Argosian’s powers on Earth are similar to the more famous
Kryptonian’s.) “Are you nuts? What’s going on here? Is this part of the comics’ show?”

Lilandra frowned and stamped her foot. “No! That’s not it. You’re not doing this right!
Just like that stupid Batgirl.”

At the name, Supergirl flew forward the rest of the way, catching Lilandra’s hand in an
unbreakable grip.

“OK, sister, that’s it. Now you’re gonna tell me everything, starting with how you got
that costume you’re holding in your hand.”

“Ouch!” Lilandra complained, twisting. “Stop that – you’re hurting me.”

The grip tightened. “Now!” Supergirl warned.

“Oh, all right,” Lilandra sighed. “I had hoped to avoid this except as a last resort, but …”

Her hands moved slightly, and she gestured with the ring on her right hand.

A second later, Supergirl was astonished as an incredible force gripped her body, pinning
her arms and squeezing her like a vise. She released Lilandra to try to free herself, and
looked down to gape at a giant, seemingly disembodied, glowing yellow hand holding
her. It squeezed harder, forcing the breath out of even her super-powered frame.

“Behold the Hand of Fate,” Lilandra intoned, then paused, frowning. “No, that sounds
lame. The Fingers of Force? No, gross. The Fist of …” She continued absentmindedly
as Supergirl floated slowly away, caught in the inexorable force grip. “You can make
suggestions if you want,” Lilandra continued hopefully. “I modeled it after the Green
Lantern’s ring, but made it yellow since green is icky.” She waited silently a few seconds
while Supergirl struggled futilely. “Oh, I’m sorry. You’re busy. Would you like to yield
now, or shall I taunt you some more? It’s up to you.”

Supergirl pushed with all her might against the imprisoning force, but with no leverage, it
was too much for even her super strength. Suddenly, she stopped, remembering
Lilandra’s mention of a ring as the source. The woman wore several, but seemed to be
holding one on her right hand out slightly. Supergirl focused on it with her heat vision.

“Hey.” Lilandra looked at her hand in surprise. “Ouch. OWW!” Too late, she guessed
the purpose of Supergirl’s intent expression. “Stop that. OWWWW! Stop it! Or … I’ll
crush you!”

She probably would have tried, but her lapse in concentration had weakened the grip
enough for Supergirl to move her arms up. Now, braced, she was able to bring the full
force of her superhuman strength to bear, and she strained anew at the monstrous hand
imprisoning her. She could feel the fingers move apart slightly, releasing the stranglehold
that had choked her. Evidently, this created some kind of feedback to Lilandra, since her
eyes now went wide with surprise.

“Oomph. Stop struggling. Stop …” Her eyes closed in concentration., and her face
twisted. “No … fair. Arghhh!” The giant, glowing fingers began to inexorably part
around the mighty Argosian. “You … can’t … no … way … I … OWWW!”

She staggered back, clearly shaken, and Supergirl threw open the weakening fingers with
a cry of triumph. When the hand made as though to reach for her again, she decided to
try the direct approach, and swung with all her might into a wall-shattering blow,

There was a blinding flash, and an electric shock knocked her to the far wall, cracking the
plaster badly. Still dazed, she looked up to see no sign of the hand, and Lilandra slumped
to the floor, a broken ring lying beside her. The sorceress picked it up, her eyes close to
tears.

“No … fair,” she repeated softly and mournfully to herself. “My favorite ring. All that
magic gone. No fair! Stupid, stupid girl!” Her chest heaved, leaving the almost
recovered Supergirl perplexed at the unexpected emotion. She didn’t even react as
Lilandra’s hand stole towards the medallion at her breast.

But Batgirl did. She had run to shelter and stayed quietly out of the way during the battle,
still stunned by her shrinking, and frightened by the giants around her (one unwatched
step or sudden fall would have been enough to dispatch the usually intrepid crimefighter).
She was also frankly unwilling to draw attention to her small, naked form until she had to,
feeling even more embarrassed than her nudity alone could explain. Nonetheless, she had
to warn her friend about the medallion.

“Supergirl, watch out!” she called as loudly as she could, hoping her voice would carry
what seemed to her to be about a hundred feet.

Supergirl jumped in surprise, then turned, her keen hearing quickly localizing the
high-pitched squeak, but with no sign of the speaker. At least at first. A movement near
the floor caught her eye, and she saw what appeared to be a naked doll waving at her.
The doll looked familiar, almost like … but that was impossible! She flew over
immediately, briefly forgetting the crying sorceress. She gasped at what she saw.

An unmistakable figure with auburn hair looked up at her with obvious embarrassment,
both at her size and nudity, tiny hands fluttering over her breasts and pubic area. She was
blushing, but also seemed desperate about something.

“Barbara? I mean, Bat … no, wait,” Supergirl floundered. Barbara was naked, so her
identity was hardly hidden, but the costume Lilandra carried implied she had been in her
Batgirl persona. “How did …?”

“Never mind!” Batgirl squealed. “Duck!”

Supergirl did, and just missed being hit by an energy sphere.

“That’s how she shrank me,” Batgirl called desperately. “She’s got some kind of
shrinking magic in her medallion.”

Supergirl dodged another bolt, her speed and flying ability now that she was alerted more
than a match to Lilandra’s casting.

“I’m on it,” Supergirl replied, trying to keep her concentration while getting over the
shock of talking to an eight inch tall Batgirl. It was hard not to stare.

There was a blur of super speed. Lilandra felt a tug at her neck, and suddenly found her
spell focus gone. She grabbed at the bare skin of her neck.

“My medallion!” she cried. “Give it back!”

“I don’t think so,” Supergirl replied smugly, dangling it from her index finger as she
hovered a few feet away. “Now, let’s talk about you undoing everything you’ve done
before I have to get rough.”

“You don’t scare me,” Lilandra announced defiantly, then gave a small shriek as
Supergirl flew closer. Her hand touched the jewel in her crown.

It was as though she became a figure of fog. Her outline softened and shimmered, and
Supergirl realized with shock that she could actually see vaguely through her body.
Tentatively, she reached out to grab Lilandra’s arm, and her eyes went wide as her hand
passed right through it.

“Ha, ha!” Lilandra taunted. “I’m intangible. You can’t hurt me now.”

Two more arm passes through her body convinced Supergirl. On the other hand, Lilandra
made no further move to attack her either. A growing realization made her cross her arms
in a waiting pose.

“And you can’t hurt me, can you?”

Lilandra remained silent, but the admission showed in her expression.

“Stalemate,” Supergirl decided. She floated to the ground. “OK, we wait. So, how long
can you stay like that?”

A worried expression came over Lilandra’s face.

“Not long, huh?” Supergirl was smug again. “Fine. Any time you’re ready, we can pick
up where we left off.”

Meanwhile, Batgirl had decided she’d had enough of being a helpless spectator, and a
naked one at that. Looking around, she spotted the spilled toys and action figures
Lilandra had mentioned earlier. As embarrassing at it was, she realized doll clothes were
her best option at the moment, and with a resigned sigh, she walked over.

“Let’s see.” She started examining the boxes. “Wonder Woman – no, you’d need an
amazonian figure to carry that one off. Maxima - yeah right. Boy, that’s gotta be cold in
the winter. Jade? No way. There's more material in the boots and gloves than the rest of
the costume combined. Geez, how is this thing supposed to even stay up? Hey, what the
…?” She was confronted by a neatly packaged doll wearing a vacuous smile and a
familiar purple uniform with a bright yellow symbol on the front. “No way!” But she
couldn’t deny her eyes – she was an action figure.

There was no doubt part of her was pleased. It seemed an endorsement of her place
among the elite, and proof that all her hard work and the dangers she had faced were
being recognized. On the other hand, she felt angry. She tried to pretend it was due to
the feeling of privacy violation, but deep down knew that superheroes gave up those
rights as public figures. What really bothered her was the doll’s standard Barbie figure
and smiling expression that made her look like a brainless bimbo in a cowl, her major
mission in life no doubt the quest for full-bodied hair and a full shopping bag.

Well, she’d worry about complaints to the manufacturer later. Right now, she just hoped
they used some reasonably wearable material so she could borrow her namesake’s
costume. Alas, even this proved beyond her reduced means for the moment. She pulled
and kicked at the cardboard and plastic to no avail. In fact, she could barely indent the
inch-thick (to her) plastic wrapping, and realized with a sinking feeling that the famous
Batgirl didn’t even have the strength to open a child’s toy.

Now fate (and an author’s devious imagination), intervened again. Across the hall from
the comic convention, and relatively undisturbed by the earlier commotion, was a “USA
Girl” doll fair. One of its younger attendees, a five year old named Jenny, had grown
tired of the "boring" dolls that so entranced her sisters (and mother), and wandered out to
explore on her own. The open doors of the comic hall beckoned, and she peeked inside
to see two strangely dressed figures confronting each other silently, one seeming to float
in the air, and the other looking like one of those holograms from the movies. This was
seriously cool stuff, and she edged in to get a closer look. Unfortunately, they didn’t
seem in any great hurry to do something more exciting, and she started to look around the
rest of the disheveled room. A small motion by some boxes on the floor caught her eye.
A little doll was beating on one of the packages, and Jenny could just hear a tiny voice
complaining. Intrigued, she crept closer.

Batgirl had pretty much given up on opening the box, and slumped in defeat against its
side, smaller than her “official” picture on the cardboard. Looked like she was going to
stay naked until Supergirl could give her a hand. Talk about helpless – “Supergirl, could
you open up this toy for me? Thanks.” Geez. Just then, a looming shadow made her
gasp.

Jenny couldn’t believe her eyes. This was the most realistic looking doll she’d ever seen.
It even had hair at her privates, like Mommy, and tiny nipples on the breasts. And it
moved just like a real girl. Wait until she showed her sisters. She reached down to grab
it.

Batgirl shrieked as a giant hand reached for her.

Jenny screamed in response, and jumped back as though bitten.

And Supergirl turned to find her friend apparently menaced by a five year old. She flew
over like a shot.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded of Jenny.

The girl reacted the way any five year old confronted by a strange, angry – not to mention
flying – authority figure would. She burst into tears.

Supergirl immediately softened, and floated down to hug the girl reassuringly.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to yell. I thought my friend was in trouble.”

Jenny sniffed, gazing awestruck at the caped heroine.

“You’re Supergirl, aren’t you?” she asked timidly.

Supergirl nodded, smiling.

“I’m Jenny. Is this your dolly?” Jenny pointed at Barbara, who responded by putting her
hands on her hips and harrumphing.

“No … I mean, yes, I guess so,” Supergirl admitted, trying to make things understandable
to the young girl. Batgirl caught on and remained silent.

“She’s pretty,” Jenny said, brightening. “But she looks funny naked. You should put
some clothes on her.”

Barbara blushed, and Supergirl couldn’t help laughing. “You’re right, Jenny, but I’m
sort of busy right now, and …”

“Ooh. Sparkly,” Jenny said, looking over Supergirl’s shoulder.

“Wha …?” Supergirl started to ask, turning around.

Lilandra had greeted the girl’s interruption with great relief. Her intangibility spell was
almost exhausted, and she was running out of options. Unfortunately for Supergirl, one
of those options was localized to a ring on her left hand. She materialized, waved her
hands over it to fix the matrix, then formed a large, glittering silver energy sphere, which
she promptly hurled at the preoccupied superheroine.

Supergirl turned just as it hit. An intense tingle moved through her body, and she was
briefly dazed, dropping the medallion she held. Recovering almost instantly, she shot
back across the room to face Lilandra. The sorceress wore a smug expression as she
reverted to intangibility.

“I win!” she crowed.

Supergirl looked her squarely in the eye.

“Oh, really? How do you figure that, sister?”

Lilandra stared at her carefully for several seconds before answering, then seemed to
relax and smiled serenely.

“Since you seem to like playing with dolls, I thought you should look the part. And I told
you, my name is Lilandra. Are you really Supergirl? That’s what that girl called you, but
everyone knows Supergirl is an artificial being, some kind of living matrix, and she wears
a blue uniform like Superman, but with red skirt and cape.”

“Oh, please!” Supergirl rolled her eyes, not noticing she was now looking up slightly at
Lilandra. “What planet are you from? A living matrix? Like, NOT!” Though, to be
honest, she didn't even know what a living matrix was. What she did know was that the
sorceress was beginning to look a bit more substantial. “And, like, I think your
disappearing act is wearing off, Lilandra. Got any more tricks you want to try?"”

Supergirl was now clearly several inches shorter than Lilandra, but other, even more
dramatic changes were also becoming obvious. It was Batgirl who noticed them first.

She squinted, studying her friend curiously. At first, Lilandra’s magic had seemed to
have no effect. Then, it seemed Supergirl might also have fallen victim to a shrinking
spell, as Batgirl could see her very slowly losing height relative to her opponent. Now,
she gasped, as she could see Supergirl’s breasts starting to dwindle, barely pushing out
the “S” emblazoned on her uniform. Her legs thinned, losing roundness in the thighs and
calves, and her skirt began to settle lower, no longer the micro-mini it had started.

“Supergirl!” she screamed, startling Jenny who was also watching in amazement.

“What?” Supergirl turned a freckled young face towards her – wide eyes and button nose
giving her a childish look – a look her body was fast emulating.

“You’re getting younger!” Batgirl yelled. “She’s turning you into a kid!”

“What!” Supergirl repeated in a different tone, turning back to confront the suddenly
confident and much larger appearing Lilandra. Supergirl was chin level to her now, and
Lilandra laughed at her expression as the truth hit home.

Supergirl looked down to see her breasts retreating through early adolescence, the “S” on
her shirt flattening before her eyes. Even as she watched, they disappeared entirely,
leaving her gaping in disbelief. Her formerly provocative crop top mocked her as it
settled lower on her flat chest, the gap between it and her skirt all but disappearing. The
skirt itself had crept down to just above knee level, and hung loosely on narrowing hips
as she passed through to the wrong side of puberty. Her now too large boots began to
droop on skinny little legs. She looked like a little girl dressing in her older sister’s
clothes, to ridiculous effect.

“Eeeep!” she cried, grabbing at her slipping skirt in embarrassment, afraid of what it
might reveal. Thinking proximity to Lilandra might be causing the change, she leapt into
the air and retreated towards Batgirl, not noticing how wobbly her flight was. She might
not have cared if she had. Her mind was becoming confused, and she felt an
unaccustomed and irrational fear - as though she really was a little girl. The combination
left her disoriented and tentative.

“Help!” the nine year old begged her friend. “What should I do?”

“You’re asking me?” the doll-sized woman asked in disbelief. She saw a movement and
realized Lilandra had materialized again. Batgirl pointed at the sorceress. “SHE’S the
one who can stop all this, Supergirl. Get her!”

The eight year old turned again, to see Lilandra, temptingly solid again, laughing at her.
It was all the motivation she needed to restore her purpose. Anger flushed her cheeks,
and she leapt confidently into the air to attack their opponent.

And promptly fell to the floor.

Astonished, the small blonde gingerly climbed to her feet, hesitated a second, then
jumped again into the air. She hovered uncertainly a few desperate moments, then
dropped heavily to the ground. The impact dislodged the tenuous hold her skirt still
claimed to her hips, and it fell to the ground, revealing red panties beneath.

“Hey,” Supergirl complained mournfully, near tears. “I can’t fly.”

“Duh!” Lilandra mocked, almost doubled over in laughter. “Oh, you should see your
face, Super-GIRL.”

The superheroine’s face flushed again, and the tears disappeared. Her hands clenched
into fists (emphasizing the clown-like size of her formerly stylish accent gloves), and she
ran at her opponent in flopping, oversized boots.

“You stop it!” she demanded.

Lilandra had been laughing so hard, and feeling so confident given the undersized and
underaged appearance of her foe, she was caught by surprise. Supergirl’s fist drove into
her abdomen, doubling her over this time in pain, and knocking her back several feet.

Supergirl stood and glared at her. Lilandra felt a warmth at her belt, but then it cooled.

“So, lost your heat vision, too, huh? Serves you right” the sorceress finally managed
spitefully after catching her breath. “But still awfully strong for such a little squirt.”

As if eager to redemonstrate the point, the seven year old advanced with an incongruously
baleful expression on her angelic face. Lilandra paled and touched her crown again. Her
body flickered, then stabilized, and she realized with panic that her intangibility spell was
exhausted. She scrambled back away from the terrifying tot, then reached for her belt.

“I’ll be back,” she announced defiantly, attempting bravado to cover her retreat. She
glanced at Batgirl and Jenny. “Hope one of you knows how to change diapers.” She
touched the gem at her belt clasp, and immediately disappeared in a flash of light.

A thoroughly miserable and bewildered Supergirl searched to no avail, and finally
returned to the others. Her short cape was now waist level, highlighting a baggy shirt with
its wrinkled “S” sagging on her flat, small chest. Her boots flopped with a sad, hollow
sound. She was having more and more trouble keeping her thoughts straight, and instead
of anger, felt increasingly helpless and afraid.

“Barbara?” she asked, no longer worrying about secret identities. “What am I gonna do?
I no wanna be widdle ... I mean, liddle ... you know, WITTLE.” She gave up, starting to
feel every bit the forlorn little girl she looked.

“First, SUPERGIRL,” Batgirl spoke with emphasis to reestablish their code. “We’ve got
to get out of here and get help. Help me open that box so I can get dressed.”

“’Kay,” the five year old agreed, happy that someone was in charge, and tearing open the
package effortlessly. She held up the doll and giggled. “It looks just like you.”

“Yeah, right,” Batgirl said unhappily. “Just give me the clothes, OK?”

Jenny looked at them both in amazement.

“Hey, your dolly really talks,” Jenny said, eyes wide, used to the usual stock words and
empty phrases of talking dolls.

Supergirl nodded solemnly. “That’s cuz she’s really ... um, really my friend.”

“What’s her name?”

“Bawbawa ... BARbawa ...”

“Barbie?” Jenny asked helpfully. Supergirl nodded, that was close enough. “Cool. I
gots a Barbie at home, but she can’t talk.”

Supergirl beamed. Her dolly ... er, friend, was better than Jenny’s. She knew something
was wrong with that thought, but right now, the distinction between dolls and people,
fantasy and reality, was becoming a bit blurred.

“How come you got small, like me,” Jenny asked, watching Supergirl continue to shrink
slowly.

Supergirl frowned. It was getting so hard to think, and to be honest, she couldn't have
explained exactly how it was possible anyway.

“Was it so you could be my friend?” Jenny's gaze fell once more in fascination to her
hoped for friend's remarkable "toy."

Supergirl pondered. No, that wasn’t it, was it? Something else. But Jenny did seem
nice. Maybe they could be friends after all.

An increasingly impatient and uncomfortable Batgirl noticed Jenny staring at her again,
and she suddenly felt more naked than ever under her obviously appraising eyes.

“Um, Supergirl? Any time.” Batgirl prodded.

“She’s neat,” Jenny decided. “Can I have her?”

“Now listen here, kid,” Batgirl peeped. “I am not a toy. And I am not about ....EEK!”

The last was elicited by Jenny’s suddenly reaching down and scooping up the tiny woman
into her hand. Batgirl pounded frantically and uselessly at the child’s fingers, helpless in
the girl’s fortunately gentle grasp. Jenny pushed and probed experimentally as Barabara
blushed fiery red in frustration and embarrassment.

“She’s got really soft skin. And she wiggles. She’s lots better than my Barbie.” Jenny
pronounced. “I’ll trade ya. Pleasssse?”

“No ...” Supergirl hesitated, then shook her head decisively. “She’s MY friend. Mine! I
want to hold her. Give her back.” She held out her hand, and the other girl reluctantly
handed her over.

“Can I just play with her then? We can still be friends,” Jenny persisted.

Supergirl, now three years old and slipping, tried to think. Something still bothered her
about the idea, but this nice older girl was offering to play with her, and she felt flattered.

“Supergirl!” Batgirl squeaked frantically, seeing the confusion on her face. “Snap out of
it! We need to regroup and formulate a plan ...”

The tiny woman prattled on, but Kara lost interest and simply stared at her blankly,
wishing she wouldn’t use such big words, or talk like she was the boss. In fact, she
started to giggle as Batgirl lectured her. She looked so silly, all serious and cross, tiny
hands waving, but with her little, squeaky voice and standing there naked. Naked. Uh oh
- that wasn't right. Little dolls and girls weren’t supposed to be naked. She looked again
at the action figure and clothes in her hand. Jenny saw them too, and guessed her intent.

“Can I help dress her?” she asked eagerly.

Batgirl paled. “What are you talking about?” she piped out in horror. “Supergirl - Kara -
I can dress myself.”

“Uh, uh,” the little blond girl shook her head stubbornly. “Wanna play dress up.” She
hoped her firm handling of the situation would impress her new friend. She briefly set
Batgirl down while she started stripping the doll. “You gots to play wif us, Ba ... Bar ...
Babawa. Cuz, um ... I say so, and it'll be fun.” As she pulled off the doll's clothes, she
kicked off her own oversize boots and sat down on the floor bare legged. “OK,” she
announced to Jenny. “You can have the boots and pants, and I get the top and the ... the
mask thingy.”

A two year old Supergirl, clad now only in a baggy shirt, ridiculously oversized cape, and
loose panties, dispensed the doll clothes with cheerful innocence. First play, then worry
about the mean lady, Li...Lil ... whatever her name was. She carefully laid out the doll
clothes, then happily reached again for Barbara.

Batgirl wilted. Things couldn’t get much worse.

“Oooh,” Jenny said, holding up the Wonder Woman doll and her bright, sparkling
costume. “How about this one?”

Then again ...

End part 2

Copyright 1999 by Nomdreserv


Picture by Glassthorn. Love the doll's expression and "Bat-comb" bit. Perfect. Thanks, Glassthorn.

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