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Wanda decided that she wanted to do something about Magneto. She was so worried about her papa causing trouble; she wanted him to be happy and safe and not be getting into messes. Someone she could look after and they'd be a big happy family.
She also wanted to kill two birds with one stone, deal with people who might cause her trouble later....
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Magneto steepled his hands as he studied the computer screens and thought of his next plan. He'd have to--
Suddenly his arms were wrapped around someone, holding them tight as Magneto explored every inch of the hot mouth with his tongue.
"Oh, gawd, girls, can't this wait until after the show? You're almost on!"
Magneto broke the kiss and stared at the strange, androgynous figure in front of him. A tall figure in a dress and slathered in make-up, very feminine but still male. Perhaps in his forties, and wearing a bright red wig over his bald head.
"What's going on?" the woman squeaked.
Magneto gasped as he looked down at himself, and saw that he was wearing a long sparkly pink dress, high-heels, jewellery - his body was much more svelte than he remembered it.
"Come on, you two!" the stage-hand yelled.
Magneto remembered all his former life, but there was another self there as well, Eric "Erica" Magnus, better known as the Magnificent Magneta, one of America's most prominent and glamorous drag queens. Save for one quick tryst with a black woman that had produced
Wanda and Petra, Magneta was totally gay, whether with swishy drag queens like his performance partner Charles "Madame X" Xavier or with huge studs with cocks as big as Magneta's arm.
He eeped as his little dick stiffened.
"Magneto, what are we going to do?" Charles whispered.
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