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Mighty Maid put her duster to her lips and laughed demurely. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she looked at the opposition that had come to stop her. There they were, Supergirl and Mary Marvel in all of their super-powered glory. They had been enjoying a day out on the town previous and were closest to the scene. Oh, both thought that no matter the threat (especially when they heard it was some crazed French Maid) they might be overkill, but at least they'd get this over with quickly and get on with their day.
It was Mary who recognized her first, which might have been surprising since she wasn't nearly as close to Diana, but at the same time, that meant that she could imagine this where, truly, Supergirl couldn't. "Wonder Woman."
"Non, not that tres ugly name." Her french, was rather terrible. It was part of the act, really, part of what Mxy did to make her so ridiculous. "Je m'appelle Mighty Maid. Have you come to carry my bags for moi?" She laughed and it made the tight, frilly uniform squeeze in all the right places, or the wrong ones as Supergirl figured.
"I don't know what happened to you, but we'll save yo...."
It all happened so quickly. The speed was amazing and neither of them had any reason to suspect a duster. "Fermez la bouche." She tutted, while wiping the duster across Supergirl's face. She didn't have time to make a game of it, not with Mary there as well. Instead she wiped back and forth at high speed, far more than she should have, perhaps. Supergirl was left with a vacant 'o' upon her lips, eyes crossed, drooling a bit. She could always build her back up later.
Or someone else could. Time seemed to freeze to a halt, even as Mary reached for the former Wonder Woman and a bit of a giggle formed on Supergirl's lips. Mxy appeared, laughing himself. "Look at this! I can't pass this one up! You sure put the girl in supergirl, huh Maidsy? Let's run with that." The transformation was swift. She was just as old as ever, but her expression became faux innocent and deviously childlike. Her hair ended up in pigtails and her costume shifted to tight beige spandex, the uniform of a girl scout, though quite twisted.
Time started again and Mary gasped as she was suddenly pinned from behind. Girl Scout giggled mischievously. "Sorry Mary! I know we're the bestest friends but I really want my bank robbery badge! And I can't get it unless Mistress Mighty Maid thinks I do a great job! Sorry!" She grinned big to her new boss, who was programmed by Mxy to go with such changes. The whole world should love her and bow to her after all.
She tittered again and started to wipe Mary clean. "Dirty thoughts! Tsk tsk, being held so tightly by your friend. I can see them just oozing out! Tres horrible. We shall fix zis, oui?"
Mary had a brilliant idea. She could just say her magic word, become smaller in her human self, and get away. The burst of lightning would push the now transformed Supergirl back too. "Um," yes, just the magic word. "Who am I? I was going to say something."
Time froze again but this time, Mighty Maid seemed to look right at the appearing Mxy, as if indicated she wanted something slightly more fitting in her new minion. "Hey, toots. You remember your magic word, right?" Mxy prodded. "No, here we go then." He leaned in and whispered to her.
"Oh yes," Mary said distantly. "I remember now." She took a deep breath and shouted. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." The transformation was instant and terribly striking. She was now dressed in a rubber version of Mary Poppins' clothes and knew her role in life, to be Mighty Maid's loyal Nanny Contrary and to retrain the people of the world to worship the saucy and selfish queen of clean. "Oh bother," she said primly. "Look at all of these disobedient wretches. Why, we must fix that at once."
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