Life was good. The transformed Wonder Woman, now a French tart with a desire to steal and enslave, had turned many of her former allies into twisted servants, eager to do her bidding and cause all sorts of mischief. Best of all, she'd taken Superman and brought him down to her level, her admiring and dutiful dressed up maid. She had his fortress. She had a brainwashed following just beginning around the world. Life was good.
But it wasn't enough. Her minions tittered and played which was how she liked them, but she needed more. More. More. Always more!
"Attention!" Her accent was thick as always, ridiculously so, just like her garb and make-up. "Zis is good, but not good enough!" It also came and went, as if she wasn't swift enough to keep it up. "Each of you will be rewarded for your loyalty. You will go out and transform a new slave superhero of your own. They will serve me, of course, but serve you as well. The one who impresses me the most shall get a prize." Which was terribly hard for her to give up, whatever it could be. She wanted it. She wanted it all. Her avarice knew no bounds, and her creatures were just as bad.
So they went, Nanny Contrary, the former Mary Marvel, her dutiful second, all prim in her far too tight pleather Mary Poppins' garb, first to the teleporter. Midway City was her destination, and her target? The winged wonder, Hawkgirl. It would be easy to befuddle the fool, thought Contrary, for she had been through so many different incarnations. What was making up one more? Currently, she thought herself some sort of alien peacekeeper, the deluded fool. A lesson in manners would shape her into something far more pleasing and proper.
It was simplicity itself to draw her out. Some fine young people had been coerced into a life of crime with just a few quick lessons from her lips, yardstick, and tongue. They were far happier now. To think they had been police officers before. She had far nicer uniforms for them, far more form fitting too, especially the young lady, now dressed quite like her own protege, the former Supergirl, now a Schoolgirl. If only they'd keep hands off of each other while trying to rob banks. It was almost a shame that they were too distracted to stop Hawkgirl's mace.
Thankfully, that made Hawkgirl quite distracted as well. Nanny Contrary pulled a silver spoon out of her bag and in it appeared just a bit of a sparkling sugar. She poured it ever so carefully upon her all-too-white glove. As Hawkgirl turned to exit the bank, the situation well in hand, she was there, sticking her finger suddenly into the heroine's mouth. "What?!" She recoiled in shock, but it was too late.
Contrary's voice was stern but lyrical. "A spoonful of sugar helps the inhibitions go away, my dear." She tutted. "And this," said firmly as the yardstick appeared in her hand."Will take care of the rest." Before Hawkgirl, now feeling quite drunk and lightheaded could do anything, the wooden instrument whipped painfully against her behind. "Stand up straight!" Contrary barked, and Hawkgirl found her body doing the crazed nanny's bidding. "Perfect posture." Another snap of the yardstick. Pain and pleasure flashed behind Hawkgirl's eyes. "Fine young ladies should be able to walk with a book upon their head. No, no. Dreadful, absolutely dreadful. We'll just have to change it all. Though perhaps." She walked up to the superheroine, running the yardstick up and down her posterior, sending confusing waves through Hawkgirl's mind. "Repeat after me: The Rain in Spain...."
"The.. the... rain." Hawkgirl managed, just starting to see how ridiculous this all was. She was a peacekeeper, a warrior. How could this woman do this to her? How could... her train of thought was broken by another whip of the yardstick.
Contrary scowled. "No, no, this simply won't do. It all must go. The youth today." She squeaked in her costume to around the front of Hawkgirl and put her hands upon her chest. "I think we shall make you into something more wonderful and whimsical indeed." She leaned in, her breath hot upon the helpless woman's ear, and whispered. "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
As the lightning came down, she took a half step back, so that instead of hitting her, it hit Hawkgirl instead. The transformation was instantaneous. She was shorter and more top heavy. Her hawk mask had become a sparkling tiara. Her wings were no longer feathered but like those of a beautiful butterfly. Her hair was cute and short, a pixie-cut, but still red. She wore the pleather of her creator but it was green, a gown that was cut far too short. Finally, her mace had become a star-tipped wand. She was, in short, a fairy.
"Oh, wonders of wonders." The former Hawkgirl jutted out her chest for the world to see, giggling with a tinkle. "How wonderful things seem!"
Contrary laughed a haughty laugh. "Is that so, my Trickybelle?" She seemed very pleased indeed with her handiwork. "And what shall you offer our new world?"
Trickybelle was more than a little eager to show off. There were still a few bystanders around who had witnessed the crime, the heroics, and the villainy. She flitted over to them, sprinkling pixie-dust with her wand. Euphoria came over them. "I granted wishes!" She said to her mistress with a chuckle. "After I tell people what their fondest wish is." She hovered around one dust-covered woman. "Your fondest wish is to be my slave!" Then laughed and laughed as she dropped to her knees before the wicked pixie, who patted her on the head twice as if she was some sort of pet.
She didn't stop there. The next woman, dazed and confused, heard her words. "Your fondest wish is to be a streetwalker!" And the third, a student carrying lawbooks, had the magic flow through her. "Your fondest wish is to strip!" And the two of them left, just like that to go off for their new lives.
Trickybelle spun so that her Nanny could admire her and her handiwork before posing and pointing with her wand, all but sitting on the head of her new bowing slave. "And they all lived happily ever after!"
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