I exchanged phone numbers with the Schroecks and paid them a quick phone call while online to confirm that their place was the meeting spot and that they were okay with that.
And my wasn't that an interesting conversation! It was then that I decided that my old name was no more. My voice can't possibly be disguised as a man's. I did introduce myself as Logan at first, but Bob kept calling me Lora, and I could hardly blame him. I told him to not worry about it and call me Lora'Lai or just Lora from now on.
Arrangements were made and time's were agreed on. I told them I'd work out how to get there as soon as I figured out flying.
The change had happened almost right on the dot at 10:00PM Eastern. 9:00PM my time. All things considered, I had not called until nearly 1 in the morning on the East coast. It was midnight in Texas. Cloudy and cold with a little bit of rainy mist coming down.
Perfect flying weather if you're brave and don't want people to see you.
I wasted some minutes putting a duffel bag with clothes and consumables together. Then I stopped and slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand.
What was I doing? None of these things would fit anymore! And what if they did? If I was planning on actually flying there myself, did I really want to be carrying a duffel bag with me? I could make clothes out of thin air. I didn't need any of this!
I took off the t-shirt I had been wearing and after a moment's concentration and a swirl of motes of light I was clad in Lora's... MY... white tunic, boots and cape with the dark blue tights underneath.
I had a thought, and took off the cape to check. It was a clipped with what appeared to be real fasteners and such.
I dropped the cape. It disappeared. Okay. Interesting.
Once I reformed the cape, next came the flight. I already had some notion of how to do it from my Nova transformation.
A moments concentration and I was hovering off the floor, nice as you please.
(I've been told that my eyes have the standard Kheldian style energy streamers when I activate any of my powers, but I don't actually see them myself and they don't affect my vision at all.)
As I floated above the floor, I was, admittedly, starting to become very excited about the possibilities here.
(Sometimes someone asks me how this is done or how it feels to do it, but I really can't explain it! It's like having an extra limb or a tail. How do you manipulate it? How do explain it to someone who doesn't have one? How to explain color to a man blind from birth?)
A mad urge struck me, and I gave in to it. I spent some minutes getting the playlist together from my files on the computer and loading it onto my MP3 player. And then put the headphones in my ears. It was the only thing I took with me that night.
I went outside, locked the door, and put the house key under the floor mat of my car. (It had a keypad lock I could use to open it and retrieve the key later.)
Opening the gate to my little postage stamp of a yard I stepped inside quickly. Fortunately no cars had driven past while I had placed the key in the car. I was feeling more than a little self conscious at the moment.
The light mist of rain that had been coming down had cleared up for the moment, though it was still overcast. And I could feel that it was cold. But it didn't really affect me. It was also very quiet. No car noises. No one could see me at the moment and hopefully no one would notice my take off.
I tucked the MP3 player down the front of my tunic between my breasts, then felt for it under the fabric until I could feel the "Play" button and pressed it.
I closed my eyes for just a moment as the first faraway notes of John William's Superman anthem began to play, then opened them and launched myself straight up and punched through the top of the clouds and into the starry black just as the fanfare hit.
Sometimes it really pays to do things just right I think, don't you?
Flying is everything you've ever imagined it to be, only far far better. I could live with everything else, the gender swap, the loss of my old identity, just... everything... if I could just have this. I exulted, laughed out loud, and went for the stratosphere and to the edge of space.
A little over three hours later I touched down at Bob's house. I could have been there in around an hour, I later figured out, but navigating from the air is a little trickier than you might think. Especially at night. I had to go to New York first to pick up some landmarks I could recognize.
And yes, I'm embarrassed to say, I did take a time out to go swooping around the Statue of Liberty and the New York skyline including the Empire State.
(I really should apologize at some point in the near future to the Kennedy ATC guys. I honestly didn't think they could track human sized objects! And I found out later I wasn't the only one that night who had the idea to buzz the Big Apple. The other supers must have given them fits!)
I wound up being one of the first to reach our host's home anyway, as it turned out. Fortunately, he had given me very good directions and once I found his street, finding the house was not a problem. I touched down in the back yard, away from the street.
(I'll hold off on anything further until I get some other POV from Bob or someone else.)-Logan
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"Wake up! Time for SCIENCE!"
-Adam Savage
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And my wasn't that an interesting conversation! It was then that I decided that my old name was no more. My voice can't possibly be disguised as a man's. I did introduce myself as Logan at first, but Bob kept calling me Lora, and I could hardly blame him. I told him to not worry about it and call me Lora'Lai or just Lora from now on.
Arrangements were made and time's were agreed on. I told them I'd work out how to get there as soon as I figured out flying.
The change had happened almost right on the dot at 10:00PM Eastern. 9:00PM my time. All things considered, I had not called until nearly 1 in the morning on the East coast. It was midnight in Texas. Cloudy and cold with a little bit of rainy mist coming down.
Perfect flying weather if you're brave and don't want people to see you.
I wasted some minutes putting a duffel bag with clothes and consumables together. Then I stopped and slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand.
What was I doing? None of these things would fit anymore! And what if they did? If I was planning on actually flying there myself, did I really want to be carrying a duffel bag with me? I could make clothes out of thin air. I didn't need any of this!
I took off the t-shirt I had been wearing and after a moment's concentration and a swirl of motes of light I was clad in Lora's... MY... white tunic, boots and cape with the dark blue tights underneath.
I had a thought, and took off the cape to check. It was a clipped with what appeared to be real fasteners and such.
I dropped the cape. It disappeared. Okay. Interesting.
Once I reformed the cape, next came the flight. I already had some notion of how to do it from my Nova transformation.
A moments concentration and I was hovering off the floor, nice as you please.
(I've been told that my eyes have the standard Kheldian style energy streamers when I activate any of my powers, but I don't actually see them myself and they don't affect my vision at all.)
As I floated above the floor, I was, admittedly, starting to become very excited about the possibilities here.
(Sometimes someone asks me how this is done or how it feels to do it, but I really can't explain it! It's like having an extra limb or a tail. How do you manipulate it? How do explain it to someone who doesn't have one? How to explain color to a man blind from birth?)
A mad urge struck me, and I gave in to it. I spent some minutes getting the playlist together from my files on the computer and loading it onto my MP3 player. And then put the headphones in my ears. It was the only thing I took with me that night.
I went outside, locked the door, and put the house key under the floor mat of my car. (It had a keypad lock I could use to open it and retrieve the key later.)
Opening the gate to my little postage stamp of a yard I stepped inside quickly. Fortunately no cars had driven past while I had placed the key in the car. I was feeling more than a little self conscious at the moment.
The light mist of rain that had been coming down had cleared up for the moment, though it was still overcast. And I could feel that it was cold. But it didn't really affect me. It was also very quiet. No car noises. No one could see me at the moment and hopefully no one would notice my take off.
I tucked the MP3 player down the front of my tunic between my breasts, then felt for it under the fabric until I could feel the "Play" button and pressed it.
I closed my eyes for just a moment as the first faraway notes of John William's Superman anthem began to play, then opened them and launched myself straight up and punched through the top of the clouds and into the starry black just as the fanfare hit.
Sometimes it really pays to do things just right I think, don't you?
Flying is everything you've ever imagined it to be, only far far better. I could live with everything else, the gender swap, the loss of my old identity, just... everything... if I could just have this. I exulted, laughed out loud, and went for the stratosphere and to the edge of space.
A little over three hours later I touched down at Bob's house. I could have been there in around an hour, I later figured out, but navigating from the air is a little trickier than you might think. Especially at night. I had to go to New York first to pick up some landmarks I could recognize.
And yes, I'm embarrassed to say, I did take a time out to go swooping around the Statue of Liberty and the New York skyline including the Empire State.
(I really should apologize at some point in the near future to the Kennedy ATC guys. I honestly didn't think they could track human sized objects! And I found out later I wasn't the only one that night who had the idea to buzz the Big Apple. The other supers must have given them fits!)
I wound up being one of the first to reach our host's home anyway, as it turned out. Fortunately, he had given me very good directions and once I found his street, finding the house was not a problem. I touched down in the back yard, away from the street.
(I'll hold off on anything further until I get some other POV from Bob or someone else.)-Logan
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"Wake up! Time for SCIENCE!"
-Adam Savage
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