6 [ J series] Doom Declined

I took a sip of my energy drink as I watched two of my brothers and one sister make a big display of themselves on screen. No. Such is not for me.

From the moment I woke up in my new, young, healthy, super powered body, in the nation of Brazil, I had made a decision.

No costumes. No dangerous fights. No Latveria.

Instead, my life was going to be all about hooking up with as amazing looking Brazilian girls that my good looks and money could get me.

Which from what I remembered from my first life should be a lot.

I had been a fat, ugly, and shy girl in my past life, not to mention gay in a backwards midwestern small town. Having a penis was new, but somehow it felt right and natural despite me not having any interest in being a guy in my past life. I guess being born in this young male body now defined who I was despite having a fairly intact set of memories from my last life.

I am a new person. Jase, not Jason, Von Doom.

At least I was only stuck with the name until I could set up a new set of birth records and other documents. Then I would be Diego Santos, a somewhat rich kid attending a junior high school near a beach full of pretty Brazilian junior high school girls. All of whom would soon know me as the guy with money and a house with a constantly absent legal guardian who had left him with a well stocked bar and no one to supervise.

Then those Brazilian Ginasio school girls my age would grow up into nubile Brazilian Second Degree girls.

Or as I was in my last life, High School girls.

This lifetime I wasn’t going to be the one who got bullied when not being ignored. This time I would not be the poor kid in used clothing.

This time I was going to be good looking, strong, and rich. No bullies of either gender. Just the good times the pretty and rich got to enjoy and plenty of beautiful girls throwing themselves at me.

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I had everything I ever needed for success in my education due to the knowledge and skills already placed in my head by Papa Doom. So all my classes would be a breeze and I could easily get into whatever the best party school in Brazil was for college, and that would mean Hot Brazilian Co-eds.

All I had to do was finish building my Life Model Decoy “Uncle” since walking around as an unattended thirteen year old would attract the wrong kind of attention. Then I just needed access to a decent computer.

Once I had some forged documents and a few days of Victor Von Doom intelligence level hacking on the international banking systems and then I could be another rich local boy. Not one of Doom’s progeny.

And if anyone ever gave me any trouble, I had my inheritance from my other gene donor.

For one, enhanced everything. I was stronger, faster, more enduring, and just plain old tougher than a normal human. My body had a much higher amount of electrical energy in it to the point that I could fire it out of my fingers at short ranges with enough energy to puncture steel.

My sense of hearing, smell, and taste were also well above normal, but oddly not my sight or sense of touch.

Which left me with no clue about who the mother of my new body was, I had watched most of the movies and had even read some of the comics, but this combination of powers was unknown to me.

But since I had no intention of using any powers and outing myself. I was in no hurry to figure it out, and I certainly had no intention of ever meeting the donor. What would I do? Show up at her door. “Hi mom. Doctor Doom decided to have a kid with you as a science experiment.” Then hand her a Mother’s day card?

No. I was going to stay under cover, enjoy being the king of my class, and sleep with as many teenage hotties as I could before graduating from college and becoming the Tony Stark of Brazil.

Only I would hire several other people to fly around in my super suits while I dated models and actresses.

Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, but never a hero or ruler. Never, ever, Doomed.