Dr. Gizmo checks the data on his instruments. All the readings are perfect. Flexi and Witchgirl have completely embraced their programming. Their bodies have stabilized. They are now no longer who they once were; they are now Trudy, otherwise known as Mommy Gizmo, and Jenny, otherwise known as Cheerleader Gizmo. “Digitron,” he says. “Download my family.”
Mommy Gizmo and Jenny Gizmo appear in the center of the room, Mommy Gizmo teetering on her 5 inch heels. Jenny Gizmo smiles and sighs deeply. Her new body feels absolutely great!
“Thank you, dear.” Mommy Gizmo says to her husband. “It’s so nice to have our family back together again!”
Jenny Gizmo looks down at herself. “Thanks for the great redesign, dad! I especially like what you did with my tits.”
“Jenny!” Mommy Gizmo says. “Nice girls don’t use the word ‘tits’!”
Dr. Gizmo grins. Jenny Gizmo smiles slyly. “Sorry, mom.” She turns back to Dr. Gizmo. “My breasts. I like what you did with my breasts.”
While investigating the appearance of zombies near a city power station, Witchgirl and Flexi have been captured by the mysterious Dr. Gizmo. Using a strange robotic creation named Digitron 5000, Dr. Gizmo has converted the two women into digital information. Witchgirl and Flexi now stand in a strange, featureless void, facing each other and wondering what will happen next.
“Witchgirl?” Flexi asked. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. I think so,” she answers, looking herself over. “And you?”
“I… I… I think so.”
“This is certainly strange. I have to admit I’m out of my element, technology actually gives me the willies sometimes, but we’ve beaten Gizmo before. We’ll find a way out of this.” She squeezes her hands into fists, testing the reality of her body. “I feel… solid… but different too.”
“I am SO sorry… I should have just had you run away. Now you’ve been caught and it’s my fault,” Flexi says.
Witchgirl looks back at Flexi. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is! Dr. Gizmo was MY master… I should have stayed where I was.”
“It’s okay, Flexi. Remember how easily we defeated him before. “I’d say that in two hours we’ll be laughing about this whole thing.” Witchgirl points her finger at her. “And don’t ever let me hear you say that you should have stayed where you were. You’re place is with us.” Witchgirl smiles and winks.
It had only been three days since Krystal had been pulled back from the Dark Realm by the Wonder Teens, her skin-tight costume torn to shreds, but otherwise her normal, spunky self.
Sure, she couldn’t remember what happened between getting dragged into the Hell Portal and being summoned back to reality by her team. But she’d only been gone for a few hours, and temporary amnesia wasn’t anything new to the super hero game.
Krystal crossed her arms and paced her transparent, force field cell, cursing Eclipse Girl. It was her mumbled warning about Dark Demons setting traps for mortals that had convinced the team to quarantine their returning hero.
Black Widow wasn’t the only heroine to fall to the power of Hundehersteller at the behest of a cooperative and ambitious nemesis. Wonder Woman’s strident condemnation of the Hundehersteller Empire and her efforts to resist the Natural Order made her as much a threat to domestic stability and happiness as she was the plans of Ares. The God of War was quick to offer a partnership with the good Doctor, and a bargain was struck.
It was only natural, then, that when her fall came, it was as humiliating, irreversible, and complete as possible. There would be no more meddling by Diana of Themyscira. There would only be another fat-titted hick slut burning with need to please the hard-working men of the holler…and bring a smile to the face of its victorious “Pappy.”