Just as you finished with the last of the dusting, the witch returned to the room, the place looking spic and span, with the bed made and everything.
“Well, well, well,” she says as she looks over your work. “I am very impressed. Very good work indeed.”
“I just got done,” you say, setting the feather duster down on the dresser.
“A deal is a deal,” she says. “The question is, who is you favorite, out of all the comic heroes, who is your absolute favorite?”
“Well…I know this would be asking for a lot, but my favorite is…” you start.
“Oh shssh!” she says, “It’s no fun if you tell me!”
“Sorry,” you reply. Your heart is pounding, having no idea what she was thinking.
“I got it!” she exclaims and claps her hands together. In the blink of an eye you have changed from your usual jeans and a t-shirt to wearing a suit and tie. But not only that, you feel like you’re wearing something underneath. Something tight from head to toe and something additional on your back. No, it couldn’t be, you think.
“Well, go on, you know you want to,” she says.
You take a deep breath, grasp the sides of the shirt and rip it open, revealing the iconic red and yellow ‘S’ symbol on the shiny royal blue tunic.
You jump in the air in excitement, except you don’t land. You realize you’re floating in mid-air. This is really happening. She has essentially turned you into a real life Superman.
“Oh wow,” you exclaim. You softly land back on the floor again.
“Did I get it right?” she asked.
“It’s perfect, thank you so much,” you reply.
“Try the quick change. I’ve always wanted to see that,” she says.
You spin around really fast, quickly removing the remainder of the suit, revealing the rest of the Superman costume. As you stop, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bedroom mirror. You marvel at yourself, decked out in the skintight blue tights, with the long, flowing red cape and trunks, the red boots and yellow belt. You also notice you have more muscle definition than before, filling out the costume quite nicely.
“Oh thank you, I never in a million years thought that this would become a reality,” you say, with a big smile on your face.
“You’re welcome,” she replies. “It’s nice to be appreciated, unlike some of your friends.”
You turn to the witch.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Your friend Erik was very rude to me. I made the same offer to him I made to you. His response was to bash be over the head with a glass vase.”
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but I’m afraid he won’t be leaving with the rest of you today. He’ll be staying with me for a while, to learn some manners.”
“What did you do to him?” you ask.
“Turned him into a large black panther,” she replies.
“Heh, that’s actually kinda cool,” you reply.
“Want to try it out?” she asks.
“Um, no. I’m good with the superhero thing. Thanks though,” you quickly reply.
“Anyway, I have to go see your friend Mark and check on your other friends,” she replies. “You enjoy yourself, okay?”
“Oh, I will,” you say.