"JEAN!" Storm shouted as she made her way into Jean's room.
Jean was seated on the end of her bed looking hot as a leather femme; long leather gloves, a leather corset top, leather thigh boots, a little leather thong, and a leather choker.
"Storm I have been expecting you," Jean had an evil smile.
The door slammed shut behind Storm as she found herself floating off the ground. She tried to reach her powers but found her unable to move any part of her body.
"I think you need a leason Storm," Jean smiled, "You think because I am a Femme I am weak. Far from it. I can be more of a bitch then you and your 'angry black bitch' act. I can make you cry despite your 'bad ass bitch' act."
"Are you going to rape me?" Storm found she could talk briefly.
"No, I am going to let you go," Jean smiled, "But not until We play a little dress up, right Rogue?"
"Yes Miss Jean," Rogue came out of a closet in her black spandex catsuit, combat boots, jersy top, gloves and Mohawk, "Storm you are going to be the Belle of the ball!"
Storm started to panic when she saw the pokadot dress in Rogue's hands.
"Oh, yes," Jean could hear her mental screams, "and make up too!"
Jean stood up revealing the camera that had been sitting behind her.
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Her name was Diana, she was six foot in her sandles, black hair, blue eyes. Jennifer was just swooning, she just hoped that she wouldn't hulk out in the middle of her date.
"Jennifer?" Diana asked.
"Yes," She took a seat at the table.
"You are shorter then Kara had said. Also of a different skin tone," Diana giggled slightly.
"Uhm," Jen was shocked, "You know about the other me?"
"An amazon always looks for a challenge, even in bed," Diana had a seductive grin on her face, "What good is breaking a bed if you break your partner too?"
They both giggled.
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Gotham city was in impressive city, and when Logan said he knew the perfect man for Steve he was left even more nervious. Coming out to Logan had been hard enough for the 1940's boy, but when Logan hadn't laughed or teased him or anything... Well Steve
wasn't sure who this Matches Malone was suppose to be, but here he was in Gotham's Gay district waiting for him.
"Spike," the man asked Steve.
"Yes," Steve responded to the alias, "Matches?"
"Of course," he sat next to Steve then whispered, "But in private my name is Bruce..."