Reggie whistled as he poked around Dilton's lab. The pint-sized geek was always tinkering with some crazy machine or science experiment, but he never seemed to DO anything with them.
"Huh? What's this?" Reggie picked up a boxy device with switches and buttons on the sides and what looked like a lens on the front. "Awesome, a camera!" He grinned in vanity and aimed the lens at himself, clicking the big red button.
"No flash, or anything? Where's the picture?" Reggie groused. He tossed it back into its box. Suddenly he heard the door open and rushed out of the garage, fearful of getting caught.
"More water, sir?"
"Sure, thanks," Archie sighed, slumping in his chair at the restaurant. He glanced at his watch. Where was Betty? It was so unlike her to be late and not call. No one was answering at her house. He contemplated just calling up Veronica... Maybe this evening
wouldn't be a total waste.
"Who the fu-- let me go, you ape!" Cheryl struggled in Betty's grip. "Do you know who I am?!"
"Sure, you're Cheryl Blossom," Betty purred as she dragged Cheryl deeper into the alley. "Pembrooke Academy brat, rich family and all-around pain in the ass. Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
Cheryl's heart pounded as the blonde butch grabbed her and shoved her to the dirty wall of the alley. Strong fingers tore her panties away. She couldn't deny that this tall leather-clad bitch was hot. She'd entertained many fantasies of submitting to another
woman even though she had a reputation for being sexually aggressive. Her pussy moistened as she felt cool air carress her bare underside.
"This is for all those times you got in my way," Betty grinned. She brought her hand against Cheryl's bare ass with a crack. Cheryl resisted the urge to scream even as it happened again and again. She whimpered as this strangely familiar blonde spanked
her without mercy.
Dilton returned to his garage. He'd been in the basement, calibrating a machine to reroute earthquakes for the past few hours when he remembered that he'd agreed to help Betty with a science project. He arrived just in time to see a figure running down
"Uh-oh, I hope they didn't steal anything..." he murmured. He saw the device in its box. "Oh good. My Universal Transmogrifier is safe." He picked it up and sighed. It was his latest invention in his quest to get a girlfriend, but he'd deemed it a failure,
because he thought it would be ethically repugnant to transform someone into something they weren't against their will.
"Huh? It's been discharged. The batteries are drained!" He realized that whoever it was that used the Universal Transmogrifier on themselves would soon become...