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Post by Kappa on Sept 18, 2022 21:31:34 GMT
THIS: Spider-Man
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THAT: Charles Xavier
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Post by anzaleth on Oct 2, 2022 2:16:26 GMT
Charles Xavier
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Post by Kappa on Oct 2, 2022 6:03:43 GMT
5ft6, 110 pounds, a dainty young blonde of 18 years old age, Charlie Xavier, curled locks with a streak of pink, dressed in a white top with robin's egg blue booty shorts, sits her pert bubble butt on a stool, trying to keep a grip of who she's suppose to be:
A Middle Aged Professor in a wheelchair... which, admittedly, doesn't sound as appealing as a hot blonde teenager!
Olivia Rodrigo, TikTok, lipgloss:
These were things that sounded better than some boring old man in a wheelchair!
"Focus, Charlie!" Charlie speaks with a high pitched voice. "I mean Charles!" Charlie catches herself. "You're Charles! Charles Xavier! You're bald and old and single and..."
Charlie suddenly has a disgusted look on her face. Why exactly would she want to be Charles?
She's got great hair, she's young, and she's most definitely not single! The only real setback to being Charlie is...
"Charlie Xavier, why aren't you in the kitchen?!" A nagging voice shrieks.
HER MOM.
"... I'm on my break, Mommy!" Charlie smiles at the rotund blonde in a blue apron. Her belly rolls jiggling with swollen arms on her wide hips.
A far cry from the elegant beauty of Emma Frost Charlie was familiar with.
"Don't be smart with me, young lady!" Emma wags a sausage finger. "Either you get to work now or I'm spanking your butt blue! Got it?!"
Charlie sighs.
"Yes, Mommy."
As Emma waddle off to the stalls for a pee break, Charlie can't help but grit her teeth.
"I should take that job at the strip club." Charlie smirks. "That'll show mommy and..." Charlie's blue eyes lit up. "Stop it, Charles. You're not a girl! Stop thinking..."
"If you're not frying spuds in the next ten seconds, I'm spanking that tushie of yours, missy!"
Charlie groans
"Yes, Mommy!" Charlie then mutters under her breath. "I wonder how much I could make at Grey's?"
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Post by anzaleth on Oct 2, 2022 7:08:35 GMT
Charlie nervously chewed the end of one of her locks as she/he looked at Grey's Girls, the strip-club run by Jean Grey. Jean Grey had assured Charlie that she'd be able to make a whole pile of cash there shaking her tits and booty, that the customers would really lap up such a "sweet piece of ass" like her. "N-no, this is crazy," Charlie muttered to herself. "I'm not some bubble-butted bimbette, I'm a famous professor, and Jean's my student. She--" Jean Grey may have been Professor X's student, but Charlie remembered that large woman leering at her, undressing Charlie with her eyes, making Charlie feel all weird. "If I talk to Jean, she should be able to remember how things are supposed to be. We can figure out how--" Then a figure knocked into Charlie. "Sorry!" Charlie stared at the short, petite nervous girl. Though delicate looking and with large glasses, she did have thick black hair with a very familiar upswoosh. "Logan?" Charlie squeaked. "Who?" "It's me - Professor X!" "Chuck?" The girl wrinkled her nose cutely. "Is it you? What's happening? I don't know what's going on. The mansion's gone, and everything's different, and I've got no wallet or anything." Charlie looked at the former Wolverine's ragged look. She looked like some sort of runaway. "Hey, Charlie," said a voice from Grey's Girls. "Who's the fresh meat?"
- Charlie introduces this runaway girl.
- She's surprised at who's looking out the door.
- Charlie and Logan hurry off to try and figure out things together.
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