This would be a little tricky, but if Hippolyta was currently in telepathic contact with Doris, then Dr. Psycho might be able to touch Hippolyta's mind through the former Wonder Woman's. Certainly that fat dunce wouldn't be able to resist.
Dr. Psycho closed his eyes and concentrated....
* * *
Brucie and Timmy tittered as they minced around the kitchen, tidying up the room. Their fat tits and asses, and of course their bouncing big cocks, all jiggled as they strutted on their sissy heels.
"Gawd, Brucie," Timmy said. "Don' dem big ol' cucumbers an' carrots look yummy?"
"I know what'cha want with dem, slut," Brucie laughed.
"Like y'all any bettah, bimbo," Timmy pouted.
"What are you doing here?"
Timmy and Brucie squeaked and whirled around to see a shocked Dick Grayson staring at them.
"Dickie!" Brucie stamped his tiny foot in mock crossness. "Jeez! Ain'tcha gots no manners?"
* * *
Queen Hippolyta was using one of the Amazons' thought projectors to speak with her daughter, a device that connected to a headband she was currently wearing.
"Diana, what's wrong?"
"Diana? Gawd, Ah'm Doris Queenly, bitch! Get outta mah head!"
Hippolyta couldn't understand this. What had happened?
"Diana, please listen to me!"
* * *
Meanwhile, Lois tapped her fingers on the desk and puffed angrily on her cigar.
Leaving her in the middle of a session. That was very rude!
And it was time for her to get to work!
"Fucking jerkass! He better not try charging me for this!"
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lois strode down the street, heading towards the Daily Planet.
Well, even if the session had been cut short, it did seem to raise some interesting points. Maybe she did let people boss her around too much. Yeah, Clark maybe Superman, but often he was a big wimp. Not to mention bitches like Jimmy Olsen.
Sure Jimmy was cute, but certainly more sissy than stud.
Lois glanced at herself in a shop window, a cigar still clenched between her teeth. Yeah, that was someone who got things done! Was she bigger? More muscular? Whatever, she looked great!
Then she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. But her look kind of stank. This skirt, this long sissy hair.... God, so fucking feminine!
If she wanted to show people how powerful she was, how they shouldn't fuck with her, she needed a REAL suit! With pants and a tie! And hair that was short, that said "tough executive" and not "weak wifey."