The huge mountain of she-male muscle that used to be Storm lumbered down the hall of the mansion, absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch.

She needed to get some help, someone to figure out all of this. Someone who was smart and shit, like Jean or Kitty.

Storm rubbed her balls. Yes, that would be nice.

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The Scarlet Witch cackled again. Someone had turned her into this wicked old hag. She should tell the rest of the Avengers.

Or maybe just one of them....

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• Scarlet Witch becomes more of a wicked witch (Open)
• Storm talks with one of her friends (Open)
• How is the FF doing? (Open)

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