Liberty Lass Bio

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Liberty Lass

Real name:  Christina "Christy" Aadams

Height:  5' 5"

Weight:  114lbs

Measurements: 34C - 28 - 32

Born and raised in a town of less than 200 people in rural Georgia.  Christy developed her abilities at the age of 14.  Her family was more thankful than afraid of her gifts as she was a great help around the family peach tree farm.  Her increased strength, stamina and speed made most of the daily chores on the farm greatly easier.  After an accident, they also inadvertently learned Christy had nearly invulnerable skin.  Christy was home schooled and being from such a small town, never had much opportunity to spend time around kids her own age.  Christy and her family decided it was best to keep her special gifts a secret from the onset.  Once finishing high school, Christy wanted to go off to college.  She wasn't that interested in a degree as she was the idea of being around people her own age.

After saving up for a year, the family was able to afford to send her to a college up in Pennsylvania, not too far from Philadelphia.  Christy never saw herself as an attractive girl, not that she thought she was unattractive either.  Just never had the time to concern herself with how she looked working on a farm.  This attitude carried over into college where she never dressed herself up at all.  She wore baggy, comfortable clothes that were completely unflattering.  She kept her naturally blond hair short all around with a long on top which gave her some bangs, but was easy maintenance.  Christy often found herself as the butt of jokes, but she was completely unaware of it.  Many took her naivety as either being extremely stupid or just as being a dumb blond.  One day in the cafeteria, a group walked past her as she was sitting at a table alone sucking on a Popsicle.  One of the guys told her he had a Popsicle she could suck on in his pants.  He and his friends started laughing until she plainly stated.  "That sure is a bad place to keep a Popsicle.  It'll melt in no time flat.". At first they thought she was joking, but soon realized she was serious.

One weekend, while Christy was visiting independence hall(as she did so often she could quote the tour guides word for word), she was admiring the liberty bell as she listened to the tour guide talk about the real heroes.  The men that wrote and signed the declaration.  Christy looked out the window, just spacing out when she saw a little kid chasing after his runaway balloon.  No one else seemed to see him.  Sure enough, the small child chased it right into the street.  Christy ran right through the glass pane, without getting a scratch on her.  She was able to get to the child mere seconds before he was hit by an oncoming car.  She made quite a commotion and a crowd formed.  A reporter who was doing a travel piece for a small newspaper started asking question.  Who was she?  How did she do that?  Christy was wearing big sunglasses, so her face was mainly hidden.

"Who are you?" The reporter asked again.

"Me?  I'm just a little lass at the right place at the right time."  Christy replied in her thick southern accent.   Christy then made her exit, running as fast as she could.  Making a few impressive hurdles and leaps in the process.  The next day, Christy was in her single student room on her computer where she found an article titled "Liberty Lass" saves the day.  Christy smiled at the thought of being tied to such a historically significant item and place.  "Liberty Lass, huh?". Before she knew it, Christy started thinking about heroes, heroines, and all the cool stuff they could do.  All the coo, stuff she could do.  How hard was it really?  To be a heroine?  All she needed was a costume.  She could fight the bad guys, do something huge!  All the movies and comic books made it look easy enough.  One thing was for sure, she needed something striking.  Something cute.  She found a place to order custom outfits.

  She looked down at the shirt she was still wearing from the day before and noticed it had small tears and rips in it from the glass.  "It's gonna have to be tougher than this old shirt." she said out loud.  She found a website that made all sorts of clothes, including durable scuba gear and other 'adventure' outfits.  Just what she needed!  Adventure clothes!  About a week later her outfit arrived.  She opened up the box and pulled out her main suit.  It had light, sky blue and pale pink.  Just like she designed it.  The ,Atreus, itself was very thin and stretchy.  She picked it up and it looked like it was about three sizes too small.  "oh crap!  They sent me the wrong one!".  As she held it she kept pulling on it.  It kept stretching.  Eventually she decided to try it on.  Christy took off her sweat pants and torn t-shirt.  She stood in her room in her bra and panties and thought about just how she would go about putting this thing on.  She unzipped the zipper as far down as it would go.  About to the middle of the back.  She slowly squeezed her way into the outfit. It was exceptionally tight, but amazingly it stretched to fit.  Her arms looked cool in the blue and pink material.  She got in front of the mirror and saw her panties all bunched up in the outfit and the zipper wouldn't go past her bra in the back.  Christy sighed as she tried to figure out how to fix these problems.  She peeled off her outfit.  In hand a tingling sensation as it caressed her skin as in slid off.  Christy enjoyed that feeling.  She figured that must be what it feels like to have someone else's skin against her own.

Christy then decided to try it again.  This time, she would try it without any underwear on at all.  She felt funny standing in her room completely naked.  The breeze from the ac vent ran right across her chest making her nipples become erect.  She rubbed her full chest with her hands trying to warm up, but to no avail.  She stepped back int her outfit.  She slid one leg into one hole and stretched the outfit so her other leg could find it's hole.  Then she pulled it up.  The uniform hugged her every curve.  She felt it gently squeeze her butt cheeks as it allowed half her cheeks to hang out exposed.  But it was far from a thong.  She also felt a rather exciting squeeze in her crotch.  She looked down and noticed that through her outfit, she could make out the lips of her vagina.  She pulled on the outfit only to have it snap back and give a little slap to her lips and her clitoris.  She helped a little but that also felt a little good.  She rubbed herself a little to help dull away the pain.  That felt good too.  Christ even started pressing her fingers in, against her lips.  She felt the tips of two of her fingers enter her slit, like she was wearing gloves.  The material flexed with her as she continued to delve deeper in.  She started moaning as she allowed the material to push her fingers out slowly as it contracted back, then she pressed in again, deeper.  Harder.  She felt herself getting wet.  This was the closest to sex she ever got.  And after rubbing her breasts and now this, Christy was fully aroused.  She stopped herself from continuing however.  She often found herself spending much of her free time eventually ending with her hand down her panties.  She would fantasize about what it felt like to have someone else touch her, to kiss her, to have sex with her.  but this was serious.  This was hero stuff!

She was able to zip up the back this time, unimpaired by the bra strap.  Once she had the top on, she pulled out her boots from the box.  She had to sit down to put these on.  She had always seen heroines wear high heels, so she ordered high heel boots.  Since the uniform was missing leggings, she got thigh high boots, so as to cover up as much as possible.  Once she got them on she stood up.  She felt taller!  5 inches taller to be exact!  She giggled as she looked around and saw how much she had "grown". She looked back behind her and noticed that with her heels and tight boots on, it gave her ass a very lovely round shape.  She looked in the mirror to get a good look.  For the first time in her life she started to see herself for what she was.  A drop dead knockout.  She slapped her ass and watched in wiggle.  She slapped it again.  "Damn girl!" she said aloud.  Finally she pulled on her pink gloves that were originally designed for rock climbing and the sort.  They fit nicely and snugly, made of the same material on her suit and boots.  The material seemed to have no problem sliding and fitting onto itself as the gloves overlapped her long sleeves.  Finally she put on her mask, which was made of a latex material, and was separate but the collar fit down into the collar of her outfit, holding it in place just like she hoped.

Having completely assembled her heroine outfit, Christy looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked damn sexy.  Her blue and pink uniform snug tightly to her every curve.  She started moving around some.  She threw some punches at the mirror and a couple of kicks yelling as she did so, pretending to fight criminals.  She noticed that for the most part, the outfit stayed put.  It would stretch and give as she needed it to.  The back did crawl up her butt some as she did her kicks, so she just rand her thumb under the outfit and popped it back into place.  "Ouch!" she yelled as it snapped back on her butt.  Not really out of pain, but just from the sensation.

"Look out villains and villainesses, here comes Liberty Lass!"