"He said that he just wants us to be turned into the sort of whores that any real man would want to pump us full of cum," Cyclops said.

 

"An' we should still have dickies, but real little," Wolverine added. "To remind us that we're not real men, but we're not real women."

 

"Hmmm, interesting," Masque said. 

 

"An' I wanna be pretty an' I want my girlie friend to be real pretty too," Wolverine gave Cyclops a squeeze.

 

"So, you're dating now?" Masque asked.

 

"Uh-huh." Wolverine nodded excitedly. 

 

"Well now, what if I ask each of you what sort of slut you want your lover to be. That sounds fair, right?"

 

"I want Wolvie to be real petite!" Cyclops piped-up. "He's already short, right? Well, I want him to be real petite an' delicate, like a cute little doll. Wouldn't that be, like, totes adorable? Some little doll who's still able to squeeze in so much dick!"

 

* * *

 

The door opened as Tony Stark entered the mansion. Jarvis was watching on one of the view screens.

 

"Wake up, my girl," he said, shaking Jan.

 

"Uhhhh?" 

 

"Mr. Stark is here, and I am going to meet him. Why don't you go dress yourself in something a little more appropriate for your new thoughts?"

 

"'kay, Daddy."

 

A sleepy Janet flew off to put together a more appropriate look.

 

 

"Have you been playing pranks on CC again?" Harley asked, putting her hands on her hips.

 

"CC's just a little snitch!" Jo sniffed.

 

"Snitch? Jo-Jo, have you been getting-up to things you shouldn't?"

Harley was getting angry. She loved Jo-Jo, but sometimes that girl could be a real troublemaker. Playing pranks on people, hiding booze and cigarettes under her mattress -- and Harley was especially worried about all the newspaper clippings of supervillains the former Joker was collecting. She didn't like how Josephine romanticised all those thugs.

 

"I'm innocent, Moms!" Jo said. "It's just Casey causing trouble. She's so nosy!"

 

Harley's eyes narrowed.