Challenge #01653-D192: Boys' Club
Female superhero puts her foot down and demands a practical costume. -- Knitnan
"Where's my costume?" asked Major Power, still in her civilian gear.
"It's in your locker."
"The only thing in my locker is a g-string bikini and a pair of ballet flats."
"Yup. That's your costume. Updated for market appeal." Mr Mann smiled genially. "It's for merchandising. The focus group doesn't lie."
"Bullshit," said Major Power. "It's making me into a fucktoy for all the horny teenage boys you used to make your focus group. Let me ask you a question. Did you ask any members of this group about how sexy battle wound are?"
Mann rather desperately held on to his genial smile. "About that... uh. We feel that team combat would be better served by your... using your powers... indirectly. From a distance."
"While posed in a sexual manner?" asked Major Power.
"It's for mass market appeal," said Mann. "I'm certain you understand. Now and then, someone has to take it for the team."
Major Power took a deep breath in. "Well. You can take your mass market appeal, the focus group of horny teenage boys, and that bikini and shove it square up your arse. I'm not wearing it, I'm not participating in your little Power Club, and I'm not being someone's spank folder. Goodbye."
"But you'll miss out on all the exposure," protested Mann. "And it's the Power Pals."
"Too much exposure for me," said Major Power, flipping the bird on her way out.
Two weeks later, there was a new super-team in Megalopolis. They called themselves Girl Power, and its members were all ladies who refused to adhere to the Power Pals'... er... 'dress code'. They all wore practical armour as part of their costumes, fought how they wanted, and kicked bad-guy butt.
They outsold the Power Pals inside of one week.
[Image (c) Can Stock Photo / Naypong]
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