Fit for a Supergirl

By Evelyn York

 

My boyfriend had been very impressed when I won that best body contest at my gym.  I hadn’t expected it either, but it was the first time that I had really felt great standing up in front of a crowd in a red sequined bikini.

“Sweetheart, you looked absolutely incredible!”

“Oh, honey I feel so incredible.  I feel like I could bend steel with my bare hands,” I said laughing

We were sitting in our apartment sipping tea.  I got up and went into the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.  John looked up and watched me saunter into the kitchen.  I was wearing some really tight jeans and I thought he was looking at the sequined flap pockets of the jeans but no…he was staring off into space, his imagination whirling a mile a minute.  I looked over my shoulder, flipping my long blonde hair and putting my hands on my hips. 

“Like what you see?” I said to him, winking.  He didn’t respond.  Then he shook his head and smiled at me.  “You have no idea,” John said.

 

The next morning I got up with John and he kept looking at me so strangely. It was almost like he was seeing me for the first time.  I loved it when John lusted after me like that.  It made me feel so sexy.  So I took my nightie off really slowly.  I cupped my breasts and smiled at him.  John’s jaw dropped.  I pulled out a very sexy bra and panties set and slid the satin panties up over my thighs. I slipped into the bra and cupped my breasts even more firmly upward.  I looked down at my breasts and they looked larger and firmer than ever in my life.

“Ev…I’d like to get you a little present”

“Oooo…I like that idea.”  I said.

He laughed.  “I don’t know how you’re going to take this.”

“Uh…this sounds suspicious”

“Well, you know my boss is having a Halloween party…and your birthday’s coming up.”

“Where’s this going…can we cut to the chase here?”

“I’d like to get you a custom-tailored Supergirl costume.”

“That’s not a gift for me!  That’s a gift for you!”  I smiled at him.  “But sure…why not? You’d better throw in some jewelry to go with it!”

He walked over and gave me a sweet kiss.  John had this huge shit-eating grin on his face.  I didn’t know what he had in mind but it was worth it for the expression alone.

 

A week later I met John for lunch at a restaurant overlooking Ego Alley in downtown Annapolis.  We sat down and had some crab cakes.  John opened by asking if I had an extra half hour after lunch. 

“Yes, I think I can be a little bit late going back to work.”

He leaned forward over the table and said softly to me, “How would you like to go to the tailor right after lunch?”

“Tailor?”  I said puzzled

“For your costume,” he said

“Costume? Oh yes, the Supergirl costume.”

“The shop is right down the street.  We can walk there in five minutes after we’re done here.”  he said.

Two crab cakes and twenty minutes later, I found myself walking with John into a small shop on an obscure back street of the town.  A small sign in the window said “Smith’s – Custom Tailoring.” We walked in the door to see a small woman in her 70s, sitting behind a desk piled with papers and piles of fabric.

“Good morning Mr. Compton. Is this your Supergirl?” Mrs. Smith asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Smith.  Evelyn is just that.”

Mrs. Smith got up from behind her desk and walked over to me.  She extended hand and I took it.

“Evelyn, I’m Jane Smith.  Your husband…”

“Actually, boyfriend, Mrs. Smith” I said.

“Well, it makes no difference.  I’m pleased to meet you.  I don’t get commissions like this every day.”

“It’s a lot of trouble to go to for just a Halloween costume…” I said.

“Well, it’s more than that…well, never mind. You’re a lucky woman.” Mrs. Smith said.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at John.

“Now, let’s get started. Follow me into the fitting room.”

I followed her into the fitting room with John fast on my heels. I turned to him and put my hand on his chest.

“Um…where are you going?  I said.

“I’m coming in to watch.”

“You’re going to watch me get fitted for the costume?”

“Sure, that’s part of the fun. It’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked.”

I looked at him and then I laughed. I put my hands on my hips and took a deep breath. My breasts pushed out the pockets of the white blouse and John’s eyes opened wide. “Well, sweetheart…let’s just see how I look as Supergirl.”

I bent over and unzipped my boots and slid them off. I unbuckled my silver belt buckle and unbuttoned my jeans and skinnied out of them until they slid to the floor. I slowly unbuttoned my top and let it slide to the floor. I stood facing the tailor.  “Your bra and panties too please.”

“You’re kidding”

“They won’t fit underneath the bodysuit.”

“I suppose my belly ring won’t either.”

“Evelyn, would you please step up on the platform and put your arms out?”

“Sure”

The seamstress measured my hips, waist, arms including the size of my bicep and width of my shoulders.  Lastly, she measured underneath my breasts and then I felt the cool feel of the tape brush across my nipples as Mrs. Smith performed her art.

“John, you weren’t exaggerating.  Your girlfriend is quite a physical specimen.  Like no one I’ve ever measured before.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, so I stood up straight, feeling almost comfortable in my nakedness now. My six feet, one inch in height towered over the tiny seamstress and yet she had no problem touching every part of my body that she needed to. By now John had gone into a kind of daze staring at my breasts. My nipples were becoming incredibly hard as my body received the kind of scrutiny that was more intense than even my gynecologist gave me.

 

Mrs. Smith handed me the blue leotard after I popped my bra off and pulled down my panties. It was an incredibly thin fabric but it had stretch to it. I stepped into it and started pulling it up. I pulled it up to chest level and it seemed to pull up my breasts as I pulled the bodysuit over them. Finally I got to the sleeves and the shoulders and it seemed incredibly tight.

“You have very broad shoulders, young lady,” the woman said. “I’ll have to let it out in the shoulders and take it in a little around your midriff.”

I felt her pin the cloth more tightly more tightly at my middle, taking in the fabric until just beneath my breasts. Once she completed the pinning and marking of the bodysuit, came what seemed to be a portentous part of the process. Mrs. Smith pulled a richly embroidered “S” rune and placed it across my breasts where their swell brought the fabric to its tightest point.

A half hour later we were done. I kissed John goodbye as I walked back to work.

“Thanks, Ev. That was fun.”

“You know. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but I did.”

A week later we were back in the shop to try on the finished garment.

Mrs. Smith handed me the box. It felt like there was nothing in the box…just packaged air.  John smiled and handed me another box. I opened it…it was the red boots…with four inch heels, which came up to my knees. And then John handed me another little box. I sliced the red wrapping paper open with my nail and opened the box. “Here’s the jewelry for your birthday,” John said. I picked up the earrings…they were silver, long and dangling…and had a Supergirl rune hanging at the end of the dangle. I giggled and kissed John, and followed it with an even deeper kiss.

“Oh…I love them!!!! And I love you.” I whispered into his ear and put my arms around him.

I let go of him and skipped and turned around. “This looks like a job for Supergirl.”  I winked at him.

Walking into the change room the world seemed to slow to a stop... but in fact I went into super speed without even realizing it. I slipped out of my heels, unzipped my skirt, unbuttoned my white blouse, and let my bra and panties fly into the air. In a microsecond I had undressed and now I slid into the bodysuit, my breasts pushing out the rune on the chest. I slid the flirty red skirt over my hips, pulled my hair around and attached the cape and felt the cape brush against my calves.   I stepped into the boots and pulled them up.  I stood and the four inch heels boosted my height to a conspicuous 6’ 5”.  I looked in the mirror.  I couldn’t believe how I looked.  The incredibly tight body suit made my abs stand out in incredible relief.  My breasts looked incredibly firm and, well, bulletproof. I stood with my fists on my hips and tried to pose like George Reeves in the fifties Superman series. He looked so mighty and imperious in that opening sequence…and as I looked in the mirror…so did I!

I stepped out of the fitting room and John said, “That’s incredible!  You were just a blur.”

“You’re amazingly fast, Ms. Evelyn” Mrs. Smith smiled at me. She walked over to me, pulled down the hem of my skirt.  “Would you like me to take this up a little more?”

I spun and swirled the skirt so that it rose up nearly to my hips. I giggled. “No, I think it’s just fine.”

“So I have satisfied customers then?”

“Well, John, shall I just give you a different view?” I don’t know how I knew I could do this, but I gave a little hop and landed on the little podium. I shook out my hair and put my fists on my hips and gave him the classic pose.  I took a slow spin in the air and then flew over and landed in front of John. I put my arms around him as he buried his face in my hair.

I whispered in his ear, “I’m faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.”

He touched my earing and whispered back….”Look up in the sky.  It’s a bird, it’s a plane. No…It’s Supergirl…

I giggled.  “I can change the course of mighty rivers, and bend steel with my bare hands.  Tell me. What turns you on about seeing me like this?”

“Really?  It’s because you look so incredibly sexy like this.” He looked down and saw my nipples erect and poking against the bodysuit. “What turns you on about all this? Your sexiness?”

I whispered in his ear.  “No… It’s the power.”

I stepped back and went into a bicep flex. “Do you want to feel my muscle?” I teased him.  John stepped toward me and ran his hand over my bicep. Then he ran his fingers over the muscles of my abs, then moved his hand up and traced the ‘S’ rune across my breasts. I moaned at his touch as he cupped my breasts and then stroked my hair.

I smiled and said, “This looks like a job for Supergirl.”  I bent down and lifted him in my arms.  I turned and thanked Mrs. Smith. And with the words, "Up, up and away….Supergirl!”  I leapt into the air with John in my arms.