And so their new lives passed. The close connection between Peter and Kitty was drasticly enhanced by the traditional 'Bonnie & Clyde' dynamic, to create a love/lust between them that was obvious to anyone. Match that with Kitty Pryde's formerly unrequited affections, and you had a raging obsession between the two of them that was almost blinding. Bonnie and Clyde couldn't stand to be away from each other for more than a few minutes, and each of them soon fell into their old habits. Neither Peter Rasputin or Kitty Pryde had had much use for alcohol before, but now they celebrated each successful heist with a wild party, dancing and drinking till dawn with the rest of the Hatters goons. Jervis Tetch was so charmed by the mad affection his two new henchmen had for each other, that he went out of his way to kidnap a priest and a dressmaker on their next caper. The former Peter Rasputin may have finally become fully female (Kitty/Clyde certainly took full adventage of that every night with her/his own huge cock), but she still had Peters towering, musclebound physique, so the dressmaker labored to wrap her in a gown of proper lace and white satin. The next day, 'Bonnie Parker' and 'Clyde Barrow' stood before the priest and the rest of the Hatters goons, and after saying "I do." they became 'Mister and Misses Clyde Barrow".
The former Peter Rasputin would spend long hours in bed with her diminutive yet oh so manly husband. Clydes cock finally stopped growing at 12 inches (a foot and a half fully erect) and he used it to fill every hole the new 'Bonnie Barrow' had. Kitty's body had become very muscular by now, and her adams apple, body hair and swaggering gait flaunted the former females newfound masculinity. Nightly 'Bonnie' would moan and whimper under the attentions of her new husband, as 'Clyde' drove 'his' thick shaft into his wife over and over again. Soon though...
Their wasn't much left of 'Kitty Pryde' in the brutal Clyde Barrow. What was left took the form of his slightly girlish features, an inexplicable mastery of computers and martial arts (lingering skills that were to tied to his former personality) and an obsessive love for his 'wife'. Clyde and Bonnie confronted Jervis Tetch one evening, looks of worry and frustration on their faces.
"Is something wrong, my children?" asked Jervis, who meant it. He'd aquired a paternal love for the two of them that suprised even him. As the traditional Bonnie and Clyde had various mommie and daddy issues, they responded to this with genuine respect and affection.
"Yeah, Jerv..." said Bonnie - huge and towering yet now 100% female) "...me an' Clyde...well, we been goin' at it fer weeks now - jus' fuckin' and humpin' awl th' time - but Doc...I got muh period this mornin', an'...well, me an' Clyde..."
"Whut Bonnie means t' say..." interupted Clyde with traditional 1930's masculine propriety enhanced by now being from Texas "...is thet we's goin' at it fer a reason, Doc. I wanna kid. A buncha kids. Wanna be a daddy, an' Bonnie's really hankerin' fer bein' a mommie..."
Bonnie nodded and Clyde slipped an arm around her waist. A corset and her new female hormones had slimmed her out to a more traditional shape, but Bonnie was still much bigger than Clyde.
Jervis had bad news for his friends "I fear that while Bonnie has rounded out into a much more feminine shape, and you're are certainly the most manly fellow I've ever met..." The both of them smiled and exchanged lusty glances "...it may not be possible for the two of you to conceive...yet. Too many residual traces of your old genetics are clinging to you. For the time being...I fear you're shooting blanks, as it were. In a year...maybe."
Clyde frowned and Bonnie looked stricken After all these years, they had the chance to make a family...only to be denied by the very thing that had brought them together again.
Clyde nodded, then gestured and sent Bonnie out of the room. When she came back...she held the trussed and bound form of Wolverine in her arms.
"Petey! Let me go! I'm here t' rescue you!" yelled the struggling X-Man, his bonds straining to the breaking point.
"Ah ain'tcher 'Petey', and 'he' ain't no 'Kitten'. We's Bonnie an' Clyde...an' yer shit outta luck."
"But some part of you must remain." argued Logan, looking up at two beople who'd become as close as family to him over the years. "I mean, you haven't killed me. You must remember who you used to be."
Clyde nodded and chuckled "Oh, yeah...tha's true. Ah remember thinkin' of y'all like you wuz kin. An' look...you an' us is gonna be close again."
A few whispered words with Jervis, and the Hatter smiled and nodded. "She was an actress...and this is the sort of roll she was famed for. I'm certain it would work, Clyde."
And with that...Jervis Tetch leaned down...and began to bind Logans hair with ribbons...that had once belonged to Shirley Temple. The man didn't struggle at first, feeling that this was to silly for such drama...but after a momant, he moaned "Oh...what's happing to me?" is nearly childish terror.
"Why, it's nothing, my dear. This is your daddy..." he placed Clydes hand on Logans shoulder "...and this is your mommie. You're playing a part...one you'll play the rest of your life. You're going to be Shirley, now. Little Shirley Barrow. Your mommie's Bonnie and your daddy's Clyde. You're Shirley Barrow...understand? You're the daughter of Bonnie and Clyde."
Logan shrank, and his body rounded out into plump, girly cuteness. His hair shifted, becoming thick piles Shirley Temples signature curls. Younger and younger...his body hair vanishing and his skin becoming soft and pink. He grew chubby and cute...
"This is your mommie and daddy. You're their daughter. You LOVE your parents so very much. More than tea parties, ponies and dollies, though you love this as well. You are a little girl...you're from Texas...and you love your mommy and daddy."
Mommy. Daddy. Texas. Her brain echoed with these words, and they swept back and forth in her brain like an eraser on a blackboard. She moaned and started to cry, and Bonnie swept her up into her arms. Their wasn't much left of Logan, as even his adamantium skeleton and claws had vanished. She looked up into the eyes of her 'mommy and daddy' (two words that might as well have been 'God' to the child) and she sniffled "Mommie! Ah hadda bad dream!" she burst out in childish alarm, her accent 100% the accent of the parents she thought had raised her.
"Oh, don't let it scare you none, Shirley..." soothed Bonnie expertly "...you're right here in yer momma's arms, ain'tcha? Here's yer big, strong daddy an' nice mister Tetch. See? yer safe as can be, honey."
The newly minted Shirley Barrow giggled and cried as Clyde hugged her close, and all Wolverine's old feelings of loneliness and abandonment simply...vanished. She was a little girl. She was the happy, healthy little girl of her pretty mommy and big, strong daddy. She was Shirley Barrow to the core. What lingered of the old Wolverine was the love he'd felt for these two people, magnified to a fever pitch, and the natural mutant abilities he'd had. Shirley healed from cuts and scraped like lightning, though she always wanted her mommy and daddy to kiss her 'booboo' any way. She had heightened senses as well, but she NEVER used her scary bone claws, because they frightened her to much. Instead she snuggled and giggled in her parents arms...and as she did, her features shifted...taking on some of the genetics of her parents. She was Shirley Barrow...and now she LOOKED like Shirley Barrow as well. Soon, her DNA would lead a doctor to assume she was the natural born daughter of the two criminals.
"Kin ah' go t' bed? Ah'm real tired."
"Sure yuh can, sweetie." said Bonnie Barrow, brushing a tear from her eye. "You'll sleep with mommy an' daddy till we do up a room for yuh."
As he left, Clyde stopped an shook the Mad Hatters hand, saying "Yuh done right by Bonnie an' me, Jerv. Y'all may be a Brit, but yer straight with me. Thanks. Me an' Bonnie'll stand with you fer life."
Jervis Tetch smiled and brushed away a tear of his own. It was...so sweet helping people like this. Doing for them what the world never had. Showing them that they could be happy as new, better people. He thought, as Clyde, Bonnie and Shirley left...that maybe he should look for a wife of his own.