The Bionic Bombshell

The Android Girl part 9

I didn't know how I was feeling at that moment. Part of me wanted to continue just as we were, another part of me felt... Violated? First drugs, now... Sexual pressure? I wasn't sure what to make of it all.
Halfway home, my phone buzzed.
Dan.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me... You just... I'm sorry..." He sent.
I didn't answer. I just locked my phone and continued the way home.
I was relieved to be back in my own room. I flopped on my bed, my arms spread out. I just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. I kept having flashbacks to my.... Bout with Dan. What if we had continued? What if my clothes came off? What if his clothes came off? Would I have been able to resist had we made it that far? What if we made it that far and then I said no? Would he have kept progressing? Kept insisting? I tried not to think about it and went about researching superheroes in my head again.
Around 9pm my phone buzzed again.
Dan. Again.
"I know you must be upset... But I meant nothing by it." He sent.
"I said no, and that's that." I sent back, finally.
"I... It didn't register..."
"Oh it didn't? How?! Your face was LITERALLY conjoined with mine! How did it 'not register'?"
"I mean, I was looking at you and you were looking so... Fine... I just had too."
"REALLY!? I DON'T FUCKING FEEL... RIGHT, RIGHT NOW, DAN! I FEEL FUCKING VIOLATED, USED AND... MISTREATED!"
"I'm sorry! I promise I won't try that again... Connie... I..."
"You what?"
"I love you. I absolutely love you. I love your smile, the way you talk, your style... The list of things I love about you would go... Over the rainbow...."
My heart skipped ten beats. TEN. I was quite sure I had flat lined and been resurrected. I didn't know what to say back so I just called him...
We talked until midnight.
"I can't wait to see you in your homecoming dress tomorrow. You're gonna be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen." Said Dan.
"...Just be sure to control yourself this time..." I said.

I sprang out of bed the next day, almost busting the ceiling with my overflowing, boundless excitement. I put my hair in curls in preparation for tonight. I skipped and pranced about the house as I grabbed my lunch and school supplies and headed out the door.
I was so overcome with joy, I couldn't even fly normal. I took my sweet time doing arcs, corkscrews, spirals and barrel rolls through the air.
Finally, I reached school and touched down a few blocks away as I normally did to avoid the risk of detection. I had lolligagged while flying on my way to school, that I was late to my first period. My pupils were glued to the faces of every clock in each of my classes. I ever constructed a wrist watch for myself.
"If only time manipulation was in my power set..." I said to myself.
When that final bell rang, I ran out the main door, ran about a block and jumped to the sky, deploying my thrusters mid air, creating a Sonic boom fighter jets wish they could imitate. I flew about a good thousand feet upwards at an angle before arcing and spiralling downward to my front door.
"Ooooh, I can't believe my little girl is going to the homecoming dance!" Mom said, as she followed me into my room.
I stood in front of the mirror, closed my eyes and thought and thought. In an instant, my regular clothes were burned away in a shine, into the dress that I wanted. What I wore to school was gradually transformed into the most beautiful gown. Sparkling light blue on top, pinched in at the waist. flaring out at the bottom with white furs at the edges, white gloves that stretched to my elbows. I stood in the mirror admiring my craftsmanship.
"It looks beautiful..." Said Mom.
"Thanks! I made it myself." I responded, cheekily.
Mom pulled me over to her.
"Now remember, Connie, if he tries anything, refrain from killing him, just grab the two back wheels and pull straight down until he buckles."
"Haha, yes mom."
"When is Dan coming to pick you up?"
"He doesn't have a car and since we live so far from the school, we decided to just meet up there. Plus, I want to surprise him with this."
I reached under my bed and pulled out a bouquet of metal flowers I had handcrafted myself. No two flowers were the same. Tulips, roses, wild flowers. The colors were mismatched as well.
"Gasp! It's beautiful, Connie! He's sure to love it!" Said mom.