Your jaw drops open and in the mirror the women does to, "Like what you see?" The genie asks smirking at your dumbfound expression. "Why don't you take a little tour?" The genie then puppeteers your hands up and down your body. She starts at your head and she makes you stroke your own hair, then feel your own lips. Than your hand rush down your neck and to your chests, the genie giggles and you moan in pleasure as you caress your overly sensitive boobs. Then the genie leads your hand down your stomach and you squeeze your but kneading it in astonishment. Then you rub your finger on your clit and a strong sense of ecstasy runs up and down your body. You moan and the genie smiles, then she lets go of your hands. At once your hands flutter back up to your chest, feeling it. You take a tentative step and almost fall over. "Why did you do this?" Your voice higher and more delicate. The genie smiled, "There always needs to be more female superheroes." And with that you start to hear voices in your head.