(A shorter, simpler post...but I still like it)
As the tiny, sexy boi pranced into the room - his tons of silvery blond hair fountaining about his pretty face like a tumble of platinum rings - he sang out "Hey, Charlize.". He wore his school uniform - white shirt, tie, cute tartan skirt, knee-socks, and shiny platform mary janes with their big buckles. As usual with each 'student', he had been assigned a color scheme, so his uniform was a blend of purples and pinks with silver accents. His shiny hair winked and flashed with dozens of metallic pins and clasps that he rearranged often with his powers. Like Charlize, he was a VERY powerful little sissy, and he never once thought of them as 'his' powers. Like his body, everything he had belonged to Madame Cougar.
"Hey, Mags." sang back Charlize, and the two of them began to make out just as they'd been taught. If a 'boi' or 'stud' went too long without at least making out with someone, they grew restless and distracted. Like most of the schools wayward boys, they'd paired up into couples. It wasn't so much that they were in love. After all, Charlize would soon be Charlize Marko, once step brother Cain was finished his 'stud' training, and Mags was obviously panting for the plump, dignified Mortimer Toynbee, who worked for Katheryn Pryde as her loyal Toad. They both had beloveds who they worshiped like gods, but all males at Katheryns school were taught to use sex as a casual greeting. In the rooms, the passages and halls and even behind the bushes, it was common to find boi's and studs locked in sexual congress.
"So what'cha doin', huh?"
"Getting our place ready. I always knew that my sweet, little Morty was a total stud, but he wants a 'proper' lil' wifey 'round th' house, so I'm gonna get extra trainin' fer cleanin' and stuff. Morty misses England, so Mistress is gonna make sure that I can make him feel at home. Here, check this out."
Mags stood, walked away a bit, then turned and smiled politely at Charlize...then her smile became a crass leer as he tossed his hair and sang out "Ello, luv. In the mood fer a 'go' at this foin lil' bum o' mine, aye? Crikey, wot a STUD yew are! Can't wait till yer bent ova me backside, rammin' moi dirty lil' bum wit'cha Brighton Rock, aye luv. Tea an' Kippers an' Cricket an' Spotted Dick, aye wot?"
Charlize gaped in admiration at what was (in his simple mind) the most totally convincing 'British Accent' he'd ever heard. He was entirely unaware that Magneto had often mocked the Toads nation and accent, and that this was being taught to Mags as a sort of gloating punishment by his former master and soon-to-be husband.
"Wow, Mags! You sound just like Princess Diana!"
Mags blushed and giggled, genuinely pleased. "Thanks, luv..." he continued "...but moi Pot and Pan wants 'is little boi-byrd t' answer t' 'Maggie'." Then he giggled again, before continuing in his usual tones. "It's jus' gonns be so perfect, Charlize. How are you doin', huh?"
Charlize had been taught not to argue with his step brother, and to submit to his every demand with a smile, but still...
"Cain wants me to have tits."
Mags paused, unable to believe what he was hearing. Charlize was the most perfectly delicious boi in the world. His every line and curve boi-ish perfection. The thought of...deforming his chest with 'breasts' was a sacrilege. He smiled though, and said with a giggle "Maybe you'll look awesome with breasts? Gene's got a nice pair, an' he and yer sister Kitten are a real cute couple."
Charlize wailed like a child "Not just breasts...but TITS! Big ones! I mean...real big. Big-as-my-head big. Maybe...even bigger. He's always had this obsession with that country singer Dolly Parton, an' he wants me to be an...over-the-top version of her. I don't know what Mistress will decide. Maybe she will...and maybe she wont."
"But...if it's what he wants..."
Charlize smiled like a naughty child. "I think Mistress is a little pissed with him...and I know she loves me just as I am. If he insists too much...he might just get those tits he wants...for himself."
They both giggled at the idea of the big, strong Cain Marko hauling around a giant pair of breasts. After all, didn't he used to call himself...the Juggernaut.
***
Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne and Carol Danvers sat in stunned silence, unable to process everything that has gone wrong. The Fantastic Four were gone. Daredevil and Spiderman were gone. The X-Men had become a strange collection of homosexual perverts. Captain America had become a German dominatrix (and taken the Falcon, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Mockingbird with her), and Iron Man was now the spoiled, selfish little princess in distant China. They still had some 'big guns'. Carol herself for example. Thor and Captain Marvel (now that Monica had her powers again) were on board. But...what to do? The world was going to hell in a hand basket.
Namor had spoken to them on the viewer, and his appearance gave them a shock. He was...a mermaid. All the Atlantians had become blue-skinned mermaids with delicate tails, and Atlantis was now a popular vacation destination for surface dwellers who wanted to...well, fuck mermaids. Pale-skinned Namor now had billowing clouds of long, silky black hair, and his body had acquired smooth, girlish lines. "Oh, I'm sooooo sorry, you guys..." he sang "...but now that we're owned and run by my old friends the MacEvils and Von Dooms, I just couldn't run off..." she flipped her tail about in jest "...and spend time on the surface. I've got a full time job fucking and sucking tourists for money. Why not stop by and say hello sometime? I'll give you all real 'personal' attention." he licked his lips as he said that last, and all the men were ashamed that they had erections.
It was...insane.