Storm looked up in awe at the sexed-up shop girl, who batted her extra-long eyelashes at her. Ororo couldn't believe how large and vacant the girl's almond-shaped eyes looked. The tall, African mutant gathered herself and rose to her feet, trying desperately to save face. She still couldn't believe just how artificial the girl looked. This was the first time she had truly seen what she was beginning to call a 'Stepford girl' up close, and it alarmed her that their faces looked just as surgically altered as their curvaceous bodies.
"Kimmi, what is taking so long? Miss Kitten is waiting," called the voice of the shop's hostess.
Storm looked over just as the hostess sashayed over. Phoebe, as Kitty had called her before, stopped instantly and her pouty, glossy pink lips opened in a look of shock. Phoebe looked from Kimmi to Storm and peeped, "Oh my."
"Enough of this foolishness," Storm muttered, pushing past Kimmi and the hostess. She was going to find out what if this actually was Kitty and get help for her friends, no matter what it took.
Storm marched over to the far part of the store, where a wall of mirrors was located. There was a large floral display blocking her view, but she could tell by the sound of girlish giggles that Kitty and the other Stepford women were on the other side. She could also tell by the machine gun-like sound of high heels of the hardwood floor that Phoebe and Kimmi were currently chasing after her. Ororo needed to confront Kitty and sort this strange mess out once and for all. When she finally reached the wall of mirrors, though, what she saw stopped her in her tracks.
Meanwhile, as Storm had been busy at the other side of the boutique, Kitten slithered her tongue into her Maid of Honor's receptive mouth as the two women shared a long, passionate kiss. The two Stepford women broke the kiss, their pouty, puffy lips curled into overjoyed smiles and they erupted into a fit of high-pitched laughter.
"Oh, Joanna, it's all so wonderful!" Kitten sighed, running her long, perfectly manicured nails along the platinum blonde's perfectly rounded tits. The soft scraping caused her Maid of Honor to close her eyes and purr in delight at the sensation on her soft skin. Kitten drank in Joanna's perfect beauty with her large,vacant brown eyes and batted her long eyelashes at her most cherished friend.
"Oh yes, sweet Kitten," Joanna said, opening her eyes. Straightening herself slightly, she turned to watch the show being put on for them while they sat perfectly content in the nude on the plush sofa in front of the wall of mirrors, "Life is so much better now, don't you think? And just imagine, darling, soon, very soon,you'll join me in the title of Stepford wife! There's no higher honor a girl can achieve in this life."
Kitten let out a sigh of contentment and agreement, resting her head on Joanna's shoulder. The pair looked as three curvaceous shop girls modeled various daring and revealing clothing for their approval. They all twisted and turned, showing off their perfect bodies like supermodels on the catwalks of New York or Paris. There was a chocolate skinned beauty with a short black Afro showing off her sexy body wearing a white, one-shoulder mini-dress. Next to her, a pale-skinned girl with flowing black hair dressed in the briefest of lace bridal lingerie,complete with thigh-high stockings and white high-heeled pumps that Kitten had already decided she would be using on her wedding night. Finally, a third young woman with lustrous blonde locks wore the skimpiest bikini that the former Kitty Pryde had ever seen. Kitten's eyes darted from one shapely living mannequin to the next in excitement. She couldn't wait to wear the dresses, lingerie or swimwear for her perfect groom on her exotic honeymoon. Imagining how hot each of the sexy little garments would look on her luscious body, the young bride-to-be moaned in delight as Joanna's talented fingers again moved to her bald pussy. Her Maid of Honor's slender digits slid up and down her wet folds. Kitten did her best to hold back a loud cry of pleasure when she felt Joanna's fingers slide into her core. Deeper and deeper they went. Ultimately, Kitten submitted and squealed in her ecstasy when her precious friend found and pressed down on her firm, ultra-sensitive clit.
"Mmmmm," Kitten mewed dreamily,running her hands up and down her body, "Joanna! I want everything! Each dress…every piece of lingerie or bikini! I need to know how they feel on my body! I must have them all!"
"Kitten, you have become absolutely spoiled. I love it," Joanna tisked, shaking her head, causing her dangling diamond earrings to wobble back and forth. As she did this, one of the shop girls boldly minced forward. The former Kitty Pryde giggled,not only at Joanna's comment, but also by the model's quick fondle and jiggle of the brunette's huge tits. Joanna joined in with Kitten and the other shop girls in a chorus of girlish giggles.
"What is going on here!?!" came the loud interruption that shook every Stepford girl to their very core. All vacant, heavily made-up eyes fell on the odd sight of an angry black woman dressed from head to toe in a tight black outfit with gold and white trim. What really stood out to them, though, was the tall white Mohawk hairdo that graced her head. Behind her, was a startled looking Kimmi and the boutique's hostess, Phoebe.
"We're so sorry, Miss Kitten, Miss Joanna. I'm not, like, sure what is happening or who this is,"Phoebe peeped.
Storm looked from one confused, heavily made-up face to the next. The regal mutant couldn't believe how ridiculously slutty they were all dressed and yet they were treating her presence as the only abnormality. And yet the absurd attires weren't even the worst part. That distinction went to how the two shapely harlots sitting cross-legged on the couch were completely naked, save for their obviously expensive jewelry and sky-high heels. Ororo was caught so far off guard by this that she was having trouble putting a clear thought together in her head. This just wasn't how people in any society she knew were supposed to act. Plus, her own distracted behavior while being so enraptured with the clothing just a few minutes earlier was not helping her attempts to rationalize the scene in front of her.
"What is this, a boutique or a brothel?" Storm seethed, rubbing her temples to try to clear her head. It was becoming harder and harder for Storm to keep it all together and she knew it. She considered making a quick exit to get some fresh air, but the moment the naked brunette stood up changed her mind. She gasped slightly when she saw the woman's face.
The room was filled with a squeal of excitement, followed by the rushed click-clack of high heels on the floor. The naked brunette slammed into Storm and wrapped her tan arms around her. Ororo felt the strange sensation of inflated boobs pressing against her body as the former Kitty Pryde rested her head on her oldteammate's shoulder.
"Ororo! Oh my Gawd! Like, isit really you?" Kitten gushed, finally breaking the hug. Ororo was left speechless, "Oh wow! I can't believe you're actually here! It's so good to see you!"
Recovering from her shock, Storm then took the smaller woman by the shoulders and gave her a good long look. All of the evidence pointed to the fact that this was Kitty Pryde, but Storm simply refused to believe it. If it was Kitty, her body had definitely gone through a pornographic makeover but it didn't end there. Her face would have had to have work done to it as well. The girl that Ororo had always thought of as having cute, natural facial features now sported higher cheekbones, a smaller, upturned nose and somehow larger eyes that reflected how brainless she had apparently become in such a short time. Even the girl's glossy lips were now inflated, just as her breasts were. Storm's stomach was turning. If this was Kitty Pryde then someone had gone to a lot of trouble to transform her into something out of a pornographer's wettest of wet dreams and the worst part about it was that the erotic vision standing before her seemed perfectly content with it!
"It seems like the cat has your friend's tongue, Kitten," the naked platinum blonde murmured, slinking up next to Kitten. A soft stream of giggles ran throughout the other women in the room, including Kitten.
'Kitten,' Ororo thought there was that name again. And the woman knew her. Slow realization was dawning on the tall African mutant. The truth was right in front of her, literally giggling to her face. This slut was Kitty! Ororo had watched the young woman grow up right in front of her eyes during her years at the X-Mansion! How could this woman...more like this living, breathing Barbie Doll before her be the same spunky and independent Kitty Pryde?
"Kitty?" Storm asked.
"It's Kitten, Ororo," Kitten corrected her. Almost immediately after, Kitten's heavily made-up brown eyes opened wide and her arched, perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose high as if she remembered something. Her fat lips pursed into a pleased smile and she exclaimed, "Oh, Ororo! You'll never believe what's happened!"
Storm looked down as Kitten raised her lef thand and danced her fingers. On her ring finger was a wedding ring with one of the largest diamonds Ororo had ever seen resting at the center. There were smaller diamonds running along the band of the ring, and the regal mutant couldn't help but think that her own ring that T'Challa had given her didn't hold a candle to this one.
"I'm getting married," Kitten happily announced and all the other women in the room giggled lightly to themselves and clapped at the bubbly brunette's happy news, "Oh, Ororo. I hope you will be able to be there on my wedding day!"
"Kitty...Kitten. What? But you...You couldn't have been here for more than a week and a half! And...what have these people done to you? Nothing about this is making sense,"the African mutant exclaimed.
"Nothing has to make sense when you're in love," Kitten sighed.
"Stop...Kitty, please, you're scaring me," Ororo pleaded with the vacant-eyed brunette, "You've...you have changed! At least acknowledge that this isn't you! You're different. Your face is different, your body’s different, even the way you talk is different. The Kitty Pryde I remember would never walk around a store in the nude. And she certainly would never have waited to get in contact with those who consider her family if she went missing with her entire team on an assignment!"
"Then maybe you never knew the real Kitten," Joanna, Kitten's Maid of Honor, murmured. The other girls in the room smiled amongst themselves at Joana's calm response.
Storm shot an angry glare over to the platinum blonde before turning back to Kitten, "If you don't care what has happened to you, then you have to care what happened to your team. You know, Jean, Henry and Warren? Where are they?"
"Don't be such a worry wart,honey. They're fine! They're here. Proud residents of Stepford, just like me. Wait until you see Jeani!," Kitten gushed,throwing her arms in the air and flashing a proud smile. Storm's stomach churned. She never remembered Kitty's teeth being so pearly white or so perfect.
"Jeani? Look Kitty..." Ororo began, trying to think of something that would bring out one small part of the girl she remembered, "I'm here to get help for Gambit and Rogue. You remember them, don't you? How you tried to play matchmaker for them? Well, they're both seriously injured. That must mean something to you. You once told me you considered Rogue a sister. Tell me you're worried about her, if not for the both of them. At least give me that much."
"Ororo," Kitten murmured, staring the African mutant directly in the eyes. To Storm's dismay, the former Kitty Pryde's brown eyes were still round and vacant, showing no sign that she cared for Gambit or Rogue's health in any way. Kitten continued,"You're in Stepford now. That means there is no need to worry. You'll never even think to worry about anything never, ever again."
Storm realized that Kitty was hopeless at this point, and her only chance of saving her from whatever had been done was to try to find the other X-Men that apparently now resided in Stepford. She just hoped that they were more in their right minds than Kitty was. Ororo slowly started to back away, as all of the women looked at her with big,questioning eyes and carefree smiles. Surely either Jean, Henry or Warren had managed to retain some semblance of their old selves and would be willing to help her. Storm figured for now she would just have to leave Kitty to her happy new existence and help her former teammate later.