"Uh, Zatanna, can I talk to you for a minute?" Supergirl asked hesitantly looking around to see if anyone was looking at them.
The brunette in the top hat nodded, "Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Um," Supergirl blushed, "It's kind of personnel, can you come with me to my room?"
Zatanna shrugged, "Okay." In the back of her mind the magician wondered if the kryptonian was going to confess some kind of crush. Which would be a big ego boost if not a bit creepy to think that someone with X-ray vision was perving on you.
Once they were in Supergirl's room and the sonic baffles had been engaged to keep people with heightened senses from spying on them the girls relaxed on the couches. Supergirl was the perfect host getting Zatanna her preferred beverage before getting to the point. "You remember my clone?"
Zatanna nodded slowly, "Yeah kind hard to forget her. What with the whole trying to kill everyone in the league thing."
Supergirl sighed and continued on, "Well as much as she was me... I'm now told I'm never going to be her."
"Huh?"
"Mr. Terrific got done with his analysis of Galatea and while we're the same person there are noticeable differences. Cadmus had her on a serious program of steroids or something because I'll never be as... developed as her." Supergirl ran a trembling hand through her hair, "I'll never be as tall, I'll never have the same muscle mass, I'll never be as, um, voluptuous as her."
Zatanna slouched slightly in her seat and reaching up pulled her top hat free from her head. "Okay, where are you going with this?"
"Terrific had some projections, um, pictures of what I should end up looking like when I reach my full development and..." Supergirl grew quiet and looked away.
"And?" Zatanna leaned forward.
Looking out the windows of the satellite and towards the earth below Supergirl spoke softly. "I thought, I mean, I've been thinking for a while now, ever since I met her, that eventually I'd look like her. Cloned, y'know? And I was okay with that because it's kind of hard to feel bad about looking like HER.
Only now I'm not going to? Now I'm going to just be me... plain old, little old, B cup me."
Zatanna was dumb founded. Supergirl was confiding in her about her body issues. Why on earth would she be talking to her? Well, Zatanna guessed, Wonder Woman was out of the question as she went ultra feminist about female issues and would probably have read Supergirl the riot act about conforming to the male pig's ideal body type. And coming from someone with a bustline like Wonder Woman it was a tough pill to swallow.
"I, uh," Supergirl stopped and then with a groan she looked to Zatanna, "It's not like I can just go to beverly hills and make an appointment at a plastic surgeons. What are they going to do give me kryptonite implants?"
Zatanna nodded.
"I'm vulnerable to two things. Kryptonite." Supergirl paused and fixed her gaze on Zatanna. "And magic."
The lightbulb finally went on over Zatanna's head. "Ooooooh!"
"Yeah."
"So you want me to..." Zatanna waved a hand around her own breasts. "Make it possible?"
"Can you?" Supergirl pleaded.
"Well, magic can do a lot of things, a lot of things!" Zatanna nodded her head as she chewed her lower lip, deciding. "I guess I say-"
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