~Diana, what's happened to you?~
~Ah'm not Diana, ah'm Donna, Donna Queenly. What'cha doin' inside mah head, bitch?~
Dr. Psycho grinned as he looked in on Wonder Woman.
The slut's mother had contacted her using one of those Amazon devices, a headband that allowed telepathic contact. They did have various toys, ones that Dr. Psycho was sure he could make better use of than the Amazons would. After all, where those bitches were
going, they wouldn't need any of them.
Hippolyta's telepathic contact allowed Dr. Psycho to reach her brain through the former Wonder Woman's. Time for some fun.
* * *
"Alfred, could you tidy up the study?"
"Very well, sir," Alfred said as he headed towards the study.
Bruce glanced back at him. Did Alfred look a little different? A little larger, more muscular?
Alfred sighed. Yes, Dr. Bates had a point. It was rather ridiculous for Bruce to be bossing him around, especially considering what a terrible state Wayne Enterprises was in right now. Alfred could run things a whole lot better. No wonder he was feeling so
frustrated.
For a moment, Alfred had an image of himself relaxing in the study while a petite and feminized Bruce Wayne minced in nothing but a pair of heels, fishnets, and a frilly apron, presenting "Master Alfred" his glass of wine on a silver tray.
Alfred's thick cock hardened in his pants.
* * *
Lois smirked as she preened in front of the mirror. She was fucking hot in this black suit! It hugged her abs and arms, showing off her muscles, telling everyone what a butch, badass she was!
She'd found a pair of scissors as well and had cut her hair short and severe. Nah, nothing girly about her.
Lois took a puff of her cigar and let three smoke rings rise.
MMmmm, yeah. This was the sort of a woman who'd show Clarkie what's what!
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