"Apology accepted," Supergirl said graciously trying to calm down, "Here's what I think we should do. You've had two really bad changes haven't you? Two humiliating changes. I mean I wouldn't have chosen these things," Supergirl gestured down at her expanded breasts, "but as I said there was some pretty good evidence I would have been due for a growth spurt anyway. I will pick 2 more lockers. That seems fair doesn't it."
"Gracias" America replied sheepishly her temper having calmed a bit. And she felt cold as the skimpy fetish maid outfilt was wearing felt like being naked compared to the jacket she usually wore.
Supergirl bit her lip and opened the next door to find...nothing
"Okay" Supergirl tried not to look to relieved,"he did say some of the lockers would be empty, here comes locker number 2!" with more confidence she opened the next locker and found nothing again.
America had been touched by Supergirl's offer to suffer 2 changes but was a bit incredulous that Supergirl had been spared not once but twice. "Que? Why ju soo lucky chica?"
"I don't know!" Supgergirl replied back exasperated, " I just picked the lockers nearest to me, just like you did."
America, shivering a bit from her bare shoulders and not used to walking on such high heels awkwardly stomped closer to Supergirl. "Des bandejo es messing with us chica. Ju should peek a locker from my side"
"Okay."Supergirl acquiesced moving towards what had been America's side of the locker room. She opened this new locker and again found nothing. She moved down to the next locker and was again greeted by emptiness.
"Mierda!" America shouted, her temper returning, " Dis estupido game is rigged. The latina lesbian gets turned into a sexy maid and the Norte Americana just gets some bigger titas? I bet no matter how many lockers we open, I will get screwed over!"
Impulsively America opened the nearest locker to find a metal slinky spring. In a blinding flash of light the toy disappeared, and America started moving closer to Supergirl. But this time instead of the hesitant careful steps on her stilettos, America strode forward with a confidant walk worthy of fashion week, her new gait making her hips sway or "slink" in a most distracting manner. "Oh look at that. Now I even walk like some puta out on the streets! Dis game is rigged chica. Ju said we shouldn't play his game but opening the lockers is his game".
Supergirl took a step back from the approaching Latina heroine and held up her hands, again disconcerted as she as her hands bumped into her new massive chest "Calm down America let's no do anything crazy. Let's think about this."
America continued to close the distance between them with confident sensual strides "No Chica I yam tinking about dis. Opening the lockers is dis bendajos' game. He put us together knowing dat ju would neva agree to get naked with me. And I'd be to polite to force you. Until we were both twisted by dis maniacs game. Maybe I keep on changing and you get of light, or we open some more lockers and ju decide ju want to try some of my spicy taco. Either way we are playing his game. The only way to win is to estop playing, right now and do what he didn't expect us to do until the very end!"
America closed the last distance between the two by leaving the ground with the power of flight, sending tingles up and down Supergirls spine.
"Right now chica. We have to estrip each other down and get each other off to go get our amigas. You leave with some titas grandes"America looked down at Supergirls enlarged chest, now heaving as the chain sent pleasure to the kyrptonian " And me? I have to leev as a sexy Latina Maid. But I can save me amigas. Es sacrificio I will make to be de hero. What are you going to do chica?" America leaned forward and husked the last part in Supergirl's ear.