She woke slowly, blinking away sleep and looking around at a bedroom that was far more posh than she was used to. She rubbed her eyes..and a strand of blond hair tumbled into her eyes. She brushed it aside, then gasped. She rose and ran to closest mirror...eo
behind a girl who was sort of her...but with straight blond hair and icy blue eyes!
She was...who was she? The very first name that popped into her head...was Katheryn Frost...the daughter of Emma Frost! She felt privileged and pampered...and spoiled.
Or...was she?
The world went fuzzy again, and she again rose from bed, horrified at the terrible dream she'd just had. She looked about...and again, the room was dufferent. Very different. It was so rich and baroque that it looked like the bedroom of some fantasy princess...well,
a princess with a rather severe and grim temper. She saw a huge, oval mirror...
Katrina Von Doom. She was Katrina Von Doom...the daughter of Victor Von Doom. Her hair was the same chestnut it had been before, but while her face was beautiful...a coldness lurked behind those grey eyes. She snarled for her servants, intending on telling
her beloved father about how she wasn't really his daughter...
She reached for the door...and the world went soft again...it greyed out, and she almost swooned...before she got ahould of herself and reached again for the door...
Her hand...was dark purple...and strong...
"Slaves!" she roared, as she saw her hair was black...and her body was muscled and strong. They came forward - aliens who were terrified of her - and dressed her in blue and bronze armor. She saw herself...Terraxia? The brutal daughter of Thanos of Titan?
"No!" she wailed, and she tried to flee...
Only to run into another mirror. A different mirror. In this one...she was dressed again in her Shadowcat costume, and she almost weapt for joy...till she saw the different angles of her face...and her long, silver hair...
Katerina "Katya" Eisenhardt. She was Shadowcat...longstanding member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. She was the youngest daughter of Magneto.
She couldn't accept this. It was perverse. She phased through the floor, intending of getting to a phone...to call the X-Men...
And again, the world faded from view. This time...she woke in bed again. She began to cry, but...she also felt empty. What was wrong with today? Was this happening to her, or was she going mad? Was she...
She saw the doors open, and a dozen servants entered the room, each pushing a cart that held some kind of tasty treat. It was so posh and fancy she wanted to refuse...but she looked down at herself...fat? No. She was hugely, grotesquely obese. A gargantuan
globe of flesh that reclined on a gigantic bed. Her nails were long, pointed and painted blood red. From what she could see og her tiny toes, they were painted the same color. Her hair was shining blondand as she lay there, trying to digest the horror...a
servant began to style her hair. They all took positions about her, massaging her swollen, nearly immoble body or feeding her. Windows were opened, and she squinted...till another servant placed dark sunglasses over her eyes. She was...she was...
She was Kathy "Kitten" Lugman...she was an obese, pleasure-loving hedonist...just like her father Ulysses X. Lugman (aka: The Slug). She knew this wasn't her...but it was becoming harder and harder to remember that this wasn't her. Was this her? Was she
the spoiled, selfish daughter of the Miami crime boss? It just wasn't possible!