Chapter 3

The next morning I discover after many contortions, if I moved everything just right I could use the handicap stall in the bathroom, YAY. I called the hospital and talked to Mom and Dad, They were both kinda out of it but doing okay. After breakfast with my new friends it was time to meet Di and go to Control this should be interesting; Not.

Di told me before we left the shelter, “Once we get there I’ll go park and you can meet me at the front door, you need to go in there to register.” I’ll be glad when I learn my way around the city so I don’t have to follow a slow moving car around. A few minutes after I landed out front Dire came back from parking.

“When we go inside you will have to register. Followed by an exam and testing, then a visit to the Control outfitters to get you some more clothes. This is probably going to take most of the day.” She told me, then asked “Are you ready to begin?”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

Opening the door, I walked inside, there was a sign over a desk that said registration. The cute girl with lime green hair behind the desk smiled at me, “Hello, Welcome to Control my name is Marcy. How can I help you?”

“Hello I need to register, but I want to keep my real name a secret to protect my family.” I told her.

“Then you will need to register as anonymous, with a code name. So what I need is your code name, your age, and sex. As well as your hand prints and a photo,” she replied to me.

“My code name is going to be Dark Angel, I’m sixteen years old and female.” I told her.

She showed me where to put my hands to have them scanned. After Di brushed out my hair, Marcy took my picture. She finally handed me a green id card with my picture and name on it.

Di looked at my card before saying, “Welcome to being a paladin in training Dark Angel, when you turn 18 you will be issued a promotion and a blue card to show you are a full paladin.”

Di led me to a ramp going down, saying “ I’m going to have to drop you off for your exam, I’ve got paperwork to do but I’ll have them call me when your done and come back for you.”

I just nodded at her. At the bottom of the ramp was a hall with doors marked as Medical. Di led me to a set of double doors that where almost tall enough for me to walk through without ducking. Inside it looked like a normal doctors office only larger, they even had large magazines for reading.

The nurse behind the desk took my complete medical history, including my sexual one, which was none. She then took my stats I’m now 7 ft tall until you count my wings which make me 12 ft tall. I weigh 450 pounds I think, or at least I hope my wings make up a lot of that.

They couldn’t get blood with a needle since it wouldn’t go in my arm. I’m not going to tell you how they finally did get it since it was gross and well gross. During the pelvic exam, I found out that my hymen was gone. They wanted to measure my wing span, but this place wasn’t big enough to spread them. I was asked to have them sent that information when I went for testing. After a couple hours of poking and prodding, I was declared healthy and they called DI to come get me.

When she arrived she smiled saying “Now for the hard part. Testing was expanded last year thanks to Bohica so we will be doing a lot of tests on you, to find active and passive powers. They will put drops of different acids on you, also heat and cold in the extreme are just some of what they will test. They will not be trying to hurt you just push your limits.”

“No, what I just went through was the hard part, I just got poked and prodded and fingers put in places I’ve never had fingers,” I told her blushing, “This next part is going to be interesting.”

The first thing they had me do was go in a dark room and walk across it to the other door. After I walked across the room dodging all the boxes and junk in the way. I asked them, “What is this supposed to be a test for?”

“It’s supposed to test if you can sense things in the dark or not,” I heard a voice say over the intercom.

“Slight problem then, since I can see ever thing in the room, to me it looks like a night with a full moon,” I answered in response to their questions. I can see in complete darkness COOL.

After being baked then frozen, and acid dipped. It was found heat and cold don’t bother me, the acid itched but that was all. I was sent into the gym portion of the testing area. The big mirror’s on the walls allowed me for the first time to see all of myself at once. Amazingly I still look like myself only a lot larger but every thing in proportion.

They had me lift weights, run and fly around the track. The only thing they were not able to discover was what my top speed flying is since that couldn’t be tested inside.

I can lift over 800 pounds. So no picking up a car to throw it, but I can rip it apart and throw it that way. My immunity to damage fell between Bohica and somebody named Gahbor, but closer to Bohica. In other word’s anything short of a .50 caliber round was going to bounce off me. I have a wing spread of 35 feet and even indoors I am able to fly about 45 mph. I’m a bit of a clutz on my feet but, in the air I’m very agile. After the testing the lead tester sat me down to go over my results.

“The being a clutz will hopefully go away as you get more used to your new body. As for the flying most flier’s report the same thing flying is instinctive. As long as they let it flow without thought other than where they are going, it work’s fine. I actually expected you to be more like a baby bird, and have to learn to use your wings before responding the way you are able to. Your agility and being able to hover are strange though,” the lead tester told me before continuing, “We have a theory about that, we think your main flying ability comes from your wings. But what we think is happening is you have a limited normal flight power, which only comes into play when you need to hover or change direction’s quicker than your wings would normally allow you to do.”

“That sound’s reasonable and explains some thing’s I was wondering about myself,” I told him thoughtfully.

“One more test and we are done with today’s tests, We need to test you for a certain power and only have one way to do it,” he said with a pained look. He pushed a button on his desk, a few moments later a door opened and an obvious mutant walked out. I mean the guy was all of two foot tall and neon blue. The tester looked at me before saying, “I want you to tell Blue Man, to do something unusual.”

I just looked at him for a second before looking back at Blue Man, I had no idea what this was supposed to test. Plus I was getting tired and fed up with all the test’s So I blurted out the first thing I thought of, “Well then kiss my ASS!”

Blue Man just looked at me a moment before responding, “Well even though it is a nice ass and highly tempting I’ll have to say no I don’t think my wife would approve.”

I could see the tester visibly relax when Blue answered the way he did. He looked at me and explained, “Some mutant’s have the ability to make other mutant’s or normal’s do whatever they tell them, This is the one test I’m always happy to see a new Paladin fail,” he finished with a sigh.

Once the testing was finished Di returned and led me to the outfitters. Where they measured me including for a bra and I found out I was a 50DD-42-48. One problem surfaced during the fitting, I couldn’t wear a bra even a strapless one because my wings were in the way.

It was thought they would have to fit all my clothes with a shelf bra, and that they would have to be backless halter type shirts. That changed when Di had a thought. She jumped on the computer and started looking up something up, after looking through several web sites. She finally said while pointing to the screen, “Ah Ha found it, something like this but more modern looking would work I think.”

What she was showing us was a pinup from the 1940’s, it showed a bra bustier combination. But the back of the bustier instead of being up where it would normally be which would still have hit my wings, the band was across the small of the back that then expanded as it came around making it look like the top half of an old fashion one piece swim suit before fastening behind the neck.

The designers jumped on that idea. They did fix one thing on the new design it had a solid piece behind my neck and only fastened in the small of my back that way there was no way for it to come undone and the wind from me flying peeling my bra down. They soon had a bunch of drawing’s for me to choose from, over half of them had skirts of one kind or another. I loved the way they looked but then a mental picture hit me. I very quickly told the seamstress, “I’m not about to wear a skirt and go flying, so pants only.”

Di suggested “When you became a full paladin maybe use a skirt with tights to match your skin tone, it can be used as a very useful distraction I have found.”

I looked at her costume and could see what she meant, but I wasn’t ready to flash my goodies even with tights on. Those could wait until I was older and wouldn’t blind the enemy and my allies with my blushes.