The next day flies past April in a blur of excitement and anticipation. She knows the holiday doesn't really begin until nightfall anyways and that it'd come soon enough, but all the same every hour leading up to the party feels drawn out and agonizing to her.
Every time she enters her room, she sees the body suit splayed out on the floor with the wig mask and collar lying next to it. She wants to put them on again, just to feel the sensations, but stops herself just before she can, telling herself again and again that she wants to save it for Dan and the party.
Finally, at 10pm she gets the text from Dan saying that he's out front waiting for her, and she bolts to her room to get ready. Taking the bodysuit she stuffs it into one of her old backpacks along with the rest of the costume pieces and swings it over her shoulder. She barrels out of her room and runs double time down the stairs and out her front door, where Dan is waiting for her in his car.
"Hey! How's it going?" He calls out cheerfully.
"Going pretty good" She replies nodding her head.
She pulls to door open on the passenger side of the door and tosses her bag on the floor in front of the seat. Dan is dressed from neck to toe in a wrinkled Spider-man onesie, the mask was lying on the dashboard in front of him. She chuckles to herself at the irony of his costume. Dan looks at her, trying to figure out what her costume was, but is confused by her not being in costume.
"You're not wearing your costume yet?" He asks furrowing his brow "This is a costume party you know."
April sits herself down and smirks.
"It's a surprise I want to save for the party" She says patting her bag lightly.
Dan thinks of questioning it, but instead puts the car into gear and drives. The trip to the party was fairly uneventful. The two exchange some small talk, with a measure of sexual tension underlining everything they say. April likes him, a lot, and she was almost positive Dan liked her too. She finds it hard to believe that with his messy brown hair and beautiful green eyes that he wouldn't already have a girlfriend if he wasn't holding out for someone. April felt too awkward and ugly to bring it up, but she had never had a boyfriend before, and they had been friends since middle school.
In any case, neither of seem to be able to say anything about it.
The party they were going to was in the city, and was being hosted by one of Dan's friends. April probably didn't know anyone there and only agreed to go because Dan had personally invited her. By the time they got there the celebrations were already in full swing, and April can already hear the percussive party music reverberate from one of the upper floors.
Dan parks the car on the side of the road a few blocks away, which was about as close as they were going to get. The two exit the car and make for the apartment building, and occasionally pass by a partygoer in full costume, with superheroes seeming to be the most common.
The party was on the seventh floor of the building, so instead of the stairs the two of them decide to take the elevator. All the way up April is clutching the backpack close to her chest, casting a few sidelong glances at Dan as her tries to look her over, guessing what costume she was going to wear and why she had to hide it.
The elevator reaches its destination, and the two walk down the hall side by side until they reach 707, the supposed destination of the party. April knocks on the door, but Dan just reaches for the handle and opens the door, not waiting for someone to answer it. As soon as the door opens, the music booms in their face to the point where April can actually feel it in her body.
Dan is looking around to try and find his friend, but April just wants to get into her costume, and now that Dan is distracted she decides that this is the perfect opportunity.
"I'm just going to head to the bathroom and get into my costume, alright?" She says, smiling mischievously.
She swivels around and bolts through the crowd of partygoers. In her rush to get to her destination, she ends up bumping a few people a little too hard, forcing them to spill their beer a little. She calls sorry behind her, but she didn't care. If she was honest, she really didn't even care all that much about Dan in that moment either, she just wanted to get her costume on as quickly as possible. She imagined this was what people rushing to have sex with their significant other was like, though she didn't know for sure.
When she finally reaches the bathroom on the far side of the house, she knocks on the closed door to see if anyone was in there. She only waits a few seconds before she decides the silence means no one is there, and she pulls the door open so hard that with her Black Cat strength she might have pulled it off its hinges.
Practically throwing herself into the room, she shuts the door behind her and locks it. She doesn't want anybody coming in during her transformation, especially not Dan. She throws the bag onto the tiled floor and unzips it.
"I wonder if I should even tell him at all..."
She pulls her costume out of her bag and lays it on the floor. Standing up, she reaches down and pulls her shirt up over her head and off. Next come her shoes, then her socks, then her pants, and finally, her bra and underwear.
She wasn't going to need them anymore.
She quickly dons the suit, wig, and collar, leaving only the mask remaining. She holds it up in front of her and she can feel the power radiating from it.
"All right...here it goes."
She quickly presses the mask on her face, and instantly it latches onto her skin. Her mouth drops open as she feels the first hints of the familiar warmth begin to blossom through her lower body. She has to control herself, if she starts screaming she might draw attention to herself and ruin the surprise.
"O.k. control yourse--"
She feels a spasm in her lower body, then another.
"ahhh....ahhhh....ahhhHHH!!"
She concentrates, trying her hardest not to orgasm right then and there. She braces herself on the edge of the sink with both hands, and feels the familiar bulging and reshaping of her muscles. It's interesting for her to watch them; she can even see her skin smooth and soften right in front of her eyes. This time, she felt the reformation of her face: her lips plumping and her cheeks and jaw melting and sliding.
The wig didn't squirm or wiggle this time, instead it worked its tendrils slowly into her scalp, massaging her skin and pores until it burrowed its way under it and latched on. The suit fills out and tightens against her body, every crease evening out until there was absolutely no curve or crevasse left to the imagination.
The feeling fades quickly, and she's left hunched over, her abated orgasm manifesting itself in a lustful hunger that begins to gnaw at her mind. Pushing herself up straight, she stands up, looks over herself in the mirror and smiles. Looking back at her wasn't boring old April, it was Black Cat, and she was hungry for something her luscious body was sure to provide her.
She raises her eyebrows once and tilts her head, as if to seduce herself, and pivots on her booted feet. With a powerful strut, she saunters to the bathroom door, unlatches the lock with a swift flick of her finger, and softly pulls the door open.
Almost as soon as she steps out, the eyes of everyone in the room turn and leer at her. Black Cat soaks up this attention in stride, puffing her chest out and turning her head slowly to survey the room. She spots Dan in the corner talking to the friend who invited him, now in full costume, mask and all. She makes a beeline for him, pushing other partyers out of the way. Once she gets close, he notices her, and his mouth drops open. Black Cat gets uncomfortably close, pushing her body against his slightly.
"Hey there, why don't you come over to the bedroom with me?" She says seductively. She decided not to tell him who she really was.
Dan stands there with a look of stupid surprise on his face. This was the last thing he expected from this party.
"What's wrong, don't you like me" she coos in a baby voice.
"No...I mean yes I do. But I have this friend, and she's..."
"That's good, because I like you too." She says with a smile "If you change your mind, come to the bedroom and meet me."
She turns and saunters towards the bedroom door, being sure to swing her hips and ass more than usual. Dan was conflicted at first, but there was something about her that drew him to her the more and more he thought about it. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he follows after her.
The two of them enter the bedroom. A young couple is already there, making out on the bed.
"You two, out!" Black Cat barks sharply.
The two break off their make-out session and rush out of the room, leaving her alone.
She walks around the room, taking stock of her surroundings, and Dan stands in the doorway, unsure what to do.
"Unzip your suit and lie down on the bed" Black Cat says not looking at him.
He does so quickly, his anticipation building. He didn't expect to get laid tonight, especially with someone this hot.
She leaps on top of the bed and mounts on top of him, pulling down his suit, arms and all, revealing his bare belly. Her face quickly swoops down and she lets her tongue slide up along the median from his belly button all the way to his chest. Dan shivers.
"We have this whole room to ourselves to do whatever we like. What say we take this a little bit further?"
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"That was great" Dan says between breaths.
Black Cat doesn't say anything at first, she just soaks in the moment while it lasts. She finally had sex with Dan, and it was the best feeling she'd ever had in her life.
"I'd ask you your name" Dan continues "but I don't think you'd tell me. You seem to be really into that whole secret identity thing."
"That's not entirely true" she replies "you do know me after all."
"I do? Wait...from where, school?"
She chuckles.
"Oh what's the matter, don't you recognize me?"
Dan stares at her face for a moment, thinking hard. A look of dumbstruck realization dawns on his face.
"...April?"
She giggles at the mention of her name while he sits up a bit.
"But...but you...but we just had –"
"Sex, we sure did, and it was faaaanntasssticcc!" She says leaning her head on his chest.
Dan pushes himself back against the headboard, disturbing April's resting head, much to her chagrin.
"How did you...you look..."
"Oh, this" she says innocently gesturing to her entire self "Just something I got on the recommendation of a friend. You know it's amazing what you can buy on the internet these days."
"A friend – this isn't something Jen set you up with, is it? You need to take that off...or...change back or whatever. You don't know what might happen to you!"
"I know what just happened, I just fucked your brains out like I've always wanted, like you've always wanted."
"April, this isn't you! This is just some...neckbeard's fantasy or something."
"You like comics, I like comics" She leans in close, her lips almost touching his "I thought this would be a fantasy we could enjoy together."
"Could you at least take off the costume so I can know for sure I didn't just have sex with a stranger."
"What, you want to go again?" She says licking her lips.
"No, I want to see my friend again."
"Aww, baby it's still me, it's still April...just...a better April, a hotter, sexier April." She musses her fingers through her hair as she says this.
"Well this new April isn't the woman I'm in love with; I want you to take that costume off."
April's smile turns instantly into a frown. The very thought of forcing her to remove her precious costume seems to make her angry. She pushes herself off the bed and quickly pulls the rest of her suit up and zips it tight.
"Fine, I see how it is! You fuck'em and you leave them, is that how you do things? I don't care, I don't need you to enjoy myself anyways."
She turns quickly and walks out of the room. Before Dan can get his underwear and costume back on and make it to the door, she is already well across the room and near the exit. His view is blocked by the crowd, but he can make out where she is based on the gaze of the male (and sometimes female) party guests.
"April, wait!" Dan calls out.
Before she reaches the front door, Black Cat spies a man in a Superman costume leaning against the wall eyeing her lustfully. She grabs him by the collar and forces her tongue into his mouth, holding him in a passionate embrace until Superman is struggling to breath. When she's done, she pushes herself off of him with force and catches her breath, and without missing a beat opens the door and steps outside into the hallway.
Dan looks on in disbelief, his head saying one thing, his other head saying another. Either way, she was gone, and he didn't know at this point if he'd ever see her again.
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Black Cat stands perched on the edge of a twelve story high building. The wind blows across her body and whips her long mane of hair behind her, but she doesn't care. For whatever reason she doesn't feel the least bit cold, even on this late October night...oh, right, it was probably November now...
The whole city is hers, but at that moment she isn't sure what she wanted to do with it. She sits herself down on the edge and hangs her legs out over the sidewalk a hundred feet below. She loves to sit in her costume, she loves how it tightened but never restricted her movement. Relishing the feeling of it, she hugs her body and rolls her hands up and down her arms.
"MMMmmm! I feel so good! You know, I'm not even sure if I want to ever take you off again."
She may have imagined it, but it felt like the suit tightened a little bit more at her saying this. She moans, and then sighs.
"Well, we've fucked our man 'til he was dry, and I'm still not satisfied." She whines, crossing her leg over the other, leaning her head on her upturned palm, and planting her elbow in her thigh. "What can little old me do now?"
At first she just stares out over the city, gazing at the lights through her mask and watching the little people on the ground go about their lives. The costume made her eyesight improve immensely, she could even see the details of the fur coat and pearl earrings the rich bitch three blocks down was wearing. A diamond store to the left five blocks seemed to be shutting its lights off for the night. A man waiting at the doorway to the station has a really expensive phone pulled out, the light of the screen blazing like a searchlight up in the air.
"Look at all these rich fucks who don't know how good they've got it" she mumbles with a slight growl "I live paycheck to paycheck and these assholes don't have to give a shit about anything but themselves. I wish someone could just smack'em right across their smug faces."
She stops, slowly sitting herself up. A thin smile stretches across her face.
