Summary: In an alternate reality, Jean Grey carries on the dream of Prof. X with an all female team.

All characters except the cameos of G.O.L.D. are owned by Marvel Comics. G.O.L.D. is owned by me and I can do any damn thing I want to with them. This is a parody and not to be taken seriously by Marvel comics. I ain't making a thing off this.  I wish I was, then I'd quit my day job.

Jean looked over at the half-conscious woman who had come to rescue her and the others.  This beautiful black girl with platinum colored hair and blue eyes had saved her after the 2 had fell from the malevolent entity that had been Krakoa. Jean felt strange stirrings inside of her very soul every
time she looked at her. Jean and only just met this strange woman and already she had stronger feelings for her than she had ever felt for Scott or any man.  That's insane, Jean thought, shaking her head. How could I feel this way about another woman?

And yet Jean somehow knew, that crazy or not, she had fallen in love with this strange woman. Almost zombie-like, Jean landed the Blackbird on the secret elevator platform just outside the mansion that had been her home for so many years. The woman named Storm, who had told Jean her real name was Ororo, stirred and smiled at her.

Jean felt her knees go weak as she nervously smiled back. To her surprise she could hear Ororo's surface thoughts that she felt the same way about Jean.  Why does this girl named Jean excite me so much? Storm thought. Storm knew that she was in love with this red-haired beauty. While not a telepath of any kind Storm had a great empathy for nature in all its diverse forms. Because of this, Storm knew that Jean felt the same way about her as she did for Jean.

"Uh, Ororo, we're back, uh," Jean fumbled.  "Ah, we need to see the Professor, find out what we should do, or can do next. Uh, we-we're the o-only ones left."

In awkward silence the two women walked towards the mansion as the Blackbird sank into its underground hanger behind them. The hands of the 2 women kept 'accidentally' brushing against each other until Storm boldly clasped Jean's hand. Jean didn't even try to pull away as they now walked hand in hand into the mansion. They found Charles Xavier in the study that he had loved, slumped over onto his heavy oak desk, dead from literally a broken heart.

All the grief bottled up inside of Jean finally burst forth as she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Prof. X had been more than her teacher and mentor. To Jean he had been more of a father to her than her real parents. Storm knelt beside Jean and gently cradled her head as Jean buried her face in Storm's ample bosom and cried until she fell unconscious.

Jean did not wake up for two days. Hank McCoy, the Beast, the only other surviving original X-Man had taken care of all the funeral arrangements from behind the scenes. But due to his high profile status as an Avenger, Hank knew that he would be unable to attend the funeral himself for fear of exposing Xavier's school as a haven and training ground for mutants. As a result the Scarlet Witch, the only other Avenger not already on a mission, volunteered to go as the Avengers' representative.

In truth the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, had been hoping for a chance to visit Jean. Wanda's power's had mysteriously increased a dozen times over just a few days before. In addition her control over her mutant hexes had also increased as had her knowledge of actual magic.  Wanda had only recently began study of actual magic, and yet inside of her head were now countless spells that she had never known existed.

When Jean awoke she was ravenous. Just as she was about to get up Jean noticed that she was stark naked. The thought that Ororo must have undressed her and thereby seen her naked caused Jean to blush. A smiling and also very naked Ororo entered the room with a tray of food. Ororo disliked clothes and wore them as little as possible. Jean couldn't help but notice that Ororo's vagina was completely and naturally devoid of any pubic hair. Jean blushed again as she realized that her own mound was now completely and permanently devoid of pubic hair as well.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Storm smiled.  "I was beginning to worry about you."

"How-how long was I was asleep?" Jean asked, growing sexually excited by the sight of the nude woman in front of her.

"Two days and 3 hours to the minute," Storm smiled, her own excitement evident.

"The Professor?" Jean asked, fighting down her growing attraction to Storm.

"The funeral is this afternoon."  Storm lost her smile with her own grief.  "The one called McCoy arranged it."

"Hank! Is he here?" Jean asked hopefully.

"He had to leave, but two young women have arrived," Storm said.  "One was very beautiful and dressed as gypsy. The other one has these really sexy pointed ears. She's very pretty too, but she's probably younger than I am and I'm barely 18."

"Wanda, yes, that must be her," Jean said, relieved at the thought of a familiar face.  "The other girl must be Namorita. She's the cousin of the Sub-Mariner. I've never met her, but she may be here as a representative of the Defenders or Atlantis or both. Is there anyone else here?"

"I'm afraid that's it except for a minister." Storm sadly shook her head.

"Oh, no," Jean said sadly.  "Prof. X touched so many lives. Surely there must be more people here."

"There are lots of flowers and hundreds of messages of condolence, Jean," Storm continued.  "Many have sent regrets that they can not attend for fear of exposing the school. Reed and Sue Richards, John Storm, Ben Grimm, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, a man called China Dragon, another called Questar, Billy Ray, Dr. Don Blake, a Mr. Clark Kent, Matt Murdock, Mr. Odin, Dr. Steven Strange, Robert Bruce Banner, and lots of others. The oddest one was a man named Erik Magnus. He had this odd tattoo on his forearm. It looked almost like those I've seen of victims of the Holocaust, but he looked far too young even to have been alive back then."

"Erik Magnus?" Jean mused aloud.  "Why does that name seem so familiar? I'm sure I've never met anyone by that name."

Jean banished the thought as Storm sat down on the bed beside her.  Jean ate hungrily as Storm offered her the tray of food. As Jean finished Storm offered Jean her large breasts. Jean didn't even hesitate as she licked each of Storm's already hard nipples. When Jean tasted Ororo's tit milk it seemed only natural. The taste of Storm's milk was to Jean the best drink she'd ever had. Nor was Jean surprised when Storm caressed her breasts and her own tit milk came from her nipples.

"Oh, God, this is crazy," Jean said, as she gazed lovingly into Storm's blue eyes.

Storm leaned over and kissed Jean full on the lips.  "Oh, Jean," Storm moaned.

"Kiss me, Ororo. Please, kiss me," Jean whispered.

The 2 women kissed hungrily, tongues seeking each other. Kissing and frenching each other, Storm gently laid Jean on her back. Storm gently caressed Jean's full breasts, toying with Jean's already hard nipples.  Jean stroked Storm's hair as the lovely black girl continued to kiss her.

Storm kissed down Jean's neck, then down to her tits. Storm went from one nipple to the other gently sucking each milk filled breast. Jean was forevermore lost to the joys of Sappho already. No man could even begin to match Ororo's skill at sucking her tits. Jean gave out a small cry as she had a small orgasm from Storm sucking her tits.

The two women moved into a semi-69 position sucking each other's big tits and squirting tit milk into each others mouths. Storm kissed all the way down to Jean's hairless mound kissing Jean right on her clit that was now 3 times the size it had been days before. Storm's own bare pussy was above Jean's face as well. Jean thought it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

Neither woman had ever sucked pussy before, but they soon were expertly eating each other's pussies like they had been doing it all their lives. Jean spied Storm's pretty asshole and wasted no time in attacking Storm's anus with her tongue. Storm gasped in surprise and pleasure at this forbidden taboo and joined in by licking Jean's virgin asshole. Both women loved the taste of pussy and asshole already. Jean pointed her tongue and thrust it into Storm's asshole, tongue-fucking the black girl's anus. Storm quickly returned the favor.

For several minutes the 2 girls ate each other's assholes until a mutual climax raced through both women in orgasm. Without pause they continued to suck each other's pussies and lick each other's assholes until a second, even more powerful orgasm rocked them. For several moments all either woman could do was shake in orgasm.

Finally Storm rolled off Jean and repositioned herself so that she was on top of the red-haired woman. The 2 girls french-kissed wantonly, tasting each other's pussy and ass. Storm pressed her tits against Jean's, mashing her nipples against Jean's nipples, Storm's pussy was now on Jean's cunt. Mouths together, tit to tit, Storm began to pussy fuck Jean. Both women loved the contrast of Storm's dark skin on Jean's creamy white flesh.

Storm rubbed her cunt up and down on Jean's pussy, clits touching again and again and Storm humped her pussy into Jean's pussy.

"Fuck me, Storm! Fuck me!" Jean cried.  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me! Aaaahhhh!"

"Jean! Jean!" Storm cried.  "Aaaaa!"

Both women shuddered as they mutually climaxed yet again. But Jean wanted something different as Ororo began kneading her titties. Jean wanted pain. To both women the whip was better than fucking and sucking.

"Harder!" Jean moaned.  "Milk my tits rough! Slap my tits!"

"Would you like me to tie you up?" Storm asked.

"Oh, yes, yes! Tie me up! Tie me up and whip me," Jean begged.  "I need to be punished!"

"I do, too," Storm smiled.  "I'm going to whip you and make you cum.  Then I want you to whip me."

Jean was chained high forcing her onto tiptoes, arms spread far apart, ankles cuffed together, toe cuffs on her big toes completed her bondage. Storm had gotten all the equipment from Wolverine's room. Storm had known the Canadian only for a day, but had accidentally seen his large collection of whips and chains. Jean smiled as Storm advanced on her with a multi-tailed whip. Storm kissed Jean, roughly kneading and milking Jean's tits while sending small electrical charges through Jean's nipples.

"More, more," Jean moaned.

"How would you like the whip?"  Storm lustfully said.

"Oh, I love it!" Jean moaned.  "Please, whip me. Please! I want to be whipped!"

"Greedy slut." Storm licked her lips.

Storm lashed the whip across Jean's titties, almost making Jean cum just from that. Storm then began whipping Jean in earnest. Storm varied her targets as she whipped Jean across her ass, her tits, and her pussy.  Jean was clearly enjoying very stroke right from the first.

"Whip me! Whip me off!" Jean begged.  "Aaaiieee! Whip me! Ooooaaa! More! Whip me, whip me, whip me! Eeeaaaa! I'm cumming! Whip me!"

Jean's whole body shuddered in orgasm. But Storm continued to whip the red-haired masochistic woman. Jean was in ecstasy as she was whipped. Only S&M lesbian sex would ever satisfy her from now on. The whip continued turning her skin from white to pink, and yet there was no pain, only pure raw pleasure.

"You want more?!" Storm asked as she continued to lash Jean.

"Yes! Yes!! Aaaahhhh! Whip me! Iiiieeee! Whip me!" Jean cried.  "Whip me raw! Whip me raw and keep whipping me! Eeeaaaaiii! Whip meeeee! Aaaaeeee!"

The strongest orgasm that Jean had ever had shook through her entire body.  Jean almost passed out from the raw pleasure she had just experienced. Storm had dropped the whip and rushed to embrace the bound girl, smothering her lips with hot kisses. Jean and Storm french-kissed deeply. Storm released Jean from bondage, helping her over to the bed.  Storm offered Jean her big milk-filled mammaries. Jean wasted no time sucking and licking Storm's tits, eagerly drinking Storm's tasty tit milk.

Storm loved having her titties sucked, but she wanted them whipped even more.  After several minutes of drinking Storm's tit milk, Jean recovered enough strength to put Storm in bondage. Storm was chained in a similar manner to what Jean had been in except that her wrists were also cuffed together as were Storm's ankles. Jean smiled as she picked out a slightly larger whip than the one that Storm had used on her.

"Oh Jean, whip me," Storm moaned.  "Please punish me. I need to be whipped."

Jean cracked the whip across Storm's ass, tits, and cunt. Storm was loving every lash just as Jean had.

"Aaaoooo! Whip me Jean! Whip me! I love it! Eeeeiiii! Whip me!" Storm pleaded.  "Harder! Whip me! Aaaahhh! Whip me off! Whip me! Aaaoooo! I'm gonna cum! Keep whipping me! Iiieeee!"

Storm came as Jean rushed to her love, kissing Storm deeply. As Storm recovered, Jean resumed whipping her.

"Whip me! Whip me, whip me, whip me! Aaaiiieeee! Whip me!" Storm begged.  "I love you, Jean! Whip me! Iiiieee! I'm cumming! Whip me!"

Once again Storm shook in orgasm. Jean gave Storm a few moments to recover before releasing Storm from bondage. Jean kissed Storm and lowered her to her knees. Jean straddled Storm's face and spread her pussy lips. Storm smiled as she opened her mouth and arched her back just as Jean let loose a stream of piss right into Storm's eager greedy mouth. Storm swallowed as fast as she could trying to drink Jean's piss, but as hard as she tried she couldn't drink it all.

Jean kissed and frenched Storm as her pee ended, tasting her own pee in Storm's mouth. Both women now loved the taste of girl pee. Jean lapped up her own pee from Storm's body while Storm tried to lick up the droplets on Jean's pussy. Jean and Storm found themselves in the scissors position and began pussy fucking each other. Storm took one of Jean's feet and began to lick Jean's foot and suck her toes. Jean returned the favor by licking Storm's foot and sucking each toe as they continued their mutual pussy fuck.

A mutual orgasm quickly followed. Jean was now on her back as Storm straddled Jean's face.

"Open your mouth," Storm ordered, smiling as she spread her pussy lips.

"Oh, yes, yes! Pee in my mouth! Oh please, let me drink your piss," Jean pleaded.  "I want to drink your hot pee!"

Storm let loose her own stream of pee into Jean's eager mouth. Jean drank as much of Storm's piss as she could, licking up the stray droplets as Storm's piss ended. Storm tasted her own pee as she deeply french-kissed Jean.

"Please, Ororo, whip me some more. Please! It feels sooo goood!" Jean begged.

"I'm sorry, Jean," Storm sadly shook her head.  "We have to get ready for the funeral. Later we'll whip and fuck each other some more."

The two women walked into the shower hand in hand. Jean and Storm washed each other giggling like schoolgirls. Jean sucked Storm's pussy until she came. Storm did the same to Jean next. After the shower though, Jean and Ororo grew very serious as they dressed to pay their final respects to a good man. To Jean he was more of a father than a teacher. To Ororo, he was simply a good man who had died still believing in a noble dream.

* * * * *

The day was surprisingly warm and sunny for such a gloomy affair.  Jean and Wanda embraced each other, neither woman tried to hide the tears that ran down their cheeks. Jean and Namorita also embraced as did Storm with Wanda and then a hug for Nita as well. The ceremony was mercifully brief.

"I'm sorry the other Avengers couldn't be here, Jean," Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch said, hugging Jean again.

"The Defenders* also regret not being here," Nita said.  "But, well, the Hulk in a tux, never happen. Dr. Strange can't come because it might reveal his secret identity. And my cousin and the Silver Surfer would cause too much suspicion. Not many people know about me yet, and I can hide my ears under my hair."

"That's such a shame. I love your ears," Storm smiled.

"Uh, thank you, Storm, I mean Ororo," Nita blushed.

"You've lost so much," Wanda said.  "You can't even bury the others."

"Thank you for being here, Wanda. Would you stay here for a little while longer?" Jean asked.  "Namorita, would you stay as well? I really need to talk to both of you."

"Of course, Jean," Wanda replied.  "In truth, I wanted to talk to you, anyway."

"I'd like to stay as well," Nita said.

Inside the command center of the X-Men's mansion several minutes later, Wanda and Namorita were drinking tea when Jean and Storm entered wearing new uniforms. Storm's was much like her previous one except much skimpier. Storm's briefs were now a thong that barely concealed anything, and her top barely held her large breasts in. Jean was now in a full green and yellow body suit that looked so tight that her slit could be fully seen, but because it was made of unstable molecules allowed Jean to assume any position, standing, kneeling, sitting, fighting, with no discomfort whatsoever. A bird emblem was now just below her neck.

"Whoa, Marvel Girl, you look great," Nita said.

"Thanks, Nita, but Marvel Girl is dead.  Now I am Phoenix!!" Jean said triumphantly.

All 3 of the other women smiled at Jean proudly.  Good girl, Wanda thought.  At last you're free to be yourself. I always knew you had it in you.

"Wanda, Nita," Jean continued, "we can't let the Professor's dream die. Storm and I intend to carry on Xavier's dream, but we can't do it alone. I intend to rebuild the X-Men and I want both of you to join. Nita, you're a mutant and not affiliated with any group. Wanda, you've been unhappy in the Avengers lately ever since that Mantis woman showed up."

"I'm in," Nita immediately chimed in.  "Namor won't let in the Defenders. He's being wayyyy too overprotective. For some reason my strength has more than tripled and I've manifested some new powers I've never had before. I'd love to show him what I can do now."

"I also will join, at least for the moment," Wanda said.  "My powers have also increased of late. I now have greater control as well as vastly increased energy. My knowledge of true magic has also increased by several factors. But Jean, the reason I wanted to to talk to you was because I recently have had a sudden emotional change."

"You no longer have feelings for the Vision, or for any man, other than as a friend," Storm said.  "You don't have to be a telepath to tell that. You are finding yourself attracted to women if I'm right."

"How-how did you know?" Wanda blushed.

"That's weird. I feel the same way, although since I was raised mostly by pretty Atlantean women I thought it was just something all girls feel," Nita said.

"There's no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed Wanda," Jean said.  "I thought I loved Scott. I didn't. I don't know why, but all female mutants on Earth are now 100% lesbians. Ororo and I are already lovers and using my own vastly increased power all I know for certain is that we are not being mind controlled or forced in any way into our new sexual preferences."

"For some unknown reason, all female mutants are, and always have been, lesbians," Storm continued.  "Only cultural upbringings made us believe we liked - ugh - men. The thought of one of those filthy, hairy, disgusting creatures touching me makes me sick!"

"Me too," Nita shuddered.  "They're so hideous. Brrrrrrr!"

"Then its settled!" Wanda said.  "We will be team-mates, and perhaps much more."

"Thank you, Wanda, Nita," Jean smiled.  "But even 4 of us is not enough. I would like to have at least 6, if not 7 members. If you would like, Storm can show you your new quarters, although I have a feeling we're all going to be sleeping in the same bed from now on. I'm going to hook up with Cerebro and try to locate some more possible recruits. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll all be girls."

"If they are, we should change our name to the X-Women," Nita giggled.

After an hour of searching with Cerebro, Jean was met with great success as she found 4 powerful female mutants, 2 in Canada, and 2 in England. The 2 girls in Canada were 15 and 16 years old respectively and the 2 in England were both 21, her age.  Strange that the English girls seem to share the exact same brain patterns, and yet they're not sisters, Jean thought. That and the fact that one of the Canadian girls was actually the daughter of Wolverine was all that Jean could tell at the moment except that their auras were all pure.

Namorita was showing the others her new powers in the gym. Nita's strength had increased from the ability to lift 10 tons to 50 tons. In addition Nita had developed a camouflage ability, a powerful electric shock touch, a neuro toxin that could instantly paralyze most opponents, and the ability to throw blinding ink blobs at opponents. When Jean rejoined them she smiled as she saw that Nita and Wanda were also sporting new uniforms. Wanda was wearing a revealing gypsy ** outfit while Nita was wearing a green string bikini/thong version of her old outfit. Nita's 2" wide golden belt was now the widest part of her costume. As always she was barefoot. Storm and Wanda had switched to Roman sandals.

All 4 women were very aroused and wanted to have a lesbian sex and pain orgy right then and there, but they knew that contacting the new girls was more important at the moment.

"Later," Jean promised, smiling.

The Canadian girls were closer so the X-Women flew the 'Blackbird' towards the wilds of the Northwest territories. From there they could fly over the arctic circle and be in England in a short span of few hours. Jean had been in mental contact with the Canadian girls for an hour as their customized SR-71 landed in a clearing in VTOL mode a short distance away from an elaborate looking hunting lodge.

Jean had sadly informed Wolverine's daughter, a girl named Rina Fox about her father's death. Rina was very sad, but knew that her father had gone down fighting. Rina was made of stern stock. She would always mourn her father, but she would bravely carry on as not only a tribute to his legacy, but as her own free person as well. Rina told Jean mentally that her mother was a Native American woman named Silver Fox.  Silver Fox and Wolverine had been secret agents for the Canadian government. Both of her parents had trained her well.

Rina didn't have an adamantium skeleton, but her own natural bones and retractable claws, similar to her fathers, were a natural secondary adamantium. She had a healing factor slightly better than his as well as his enhanced senses. From her mother she had learned martial arts nearly equal to the Black Widow herself.

The other girl was her best friend and lover since Rina had been 8 and she had been 9. The other girl was named Erica Haller, and her mother was an Israeli diplomat, Gabrielle Haller. The girls had met when Erica's mother had sent her to a private all-girls school in Toronto.  The two girls had been inseparable since they had first met. What Erica's mother hadn't known was that 99.9% of all the girls that went to that school became 100% lesbians.

The two girls were taking a bath together, their sixth of the day.  Basically Rina and Erica used baths as an excuse to get naked and have sex with each other. Of course , inside the cabin they didn't wear clothes anyway and had kinky whip sex continuously anyway. Jean led Ororo, Nita and Wanda into the unlocked cabin door. Rina and Erica were expecting them as they were found in the triple-sized bathtub, Erica had Rina up against the side and was pussy fucking her as they french-kissed each other.

"Ohhh! You perverts! You were just trying to catch us taking a bath," Rina laughed in mock anger.

"You've been taking a bath for an hour," Jean smiled, then grew serious.  "Rina, your father..."

"That's the way he wanted to go out miss Gr...uh, I mean Jean," Rina sadly smiled as she grabbed a towel.

Erica held her friend close and gently kissed away the tears that formed despite Rina's strong will. It was quite obvious that these girls truly loved each other. Jean and the others gave them both hugs. Rina was a short girl, barely 5' tall, but built like a wiry gymnast except she had a woman's breast size. Rina had long wild looking black mane-like hair from her father and coppery skin from her mother. These things gave her an untamed exotic beauty.

Erica was taller, 5' 7" tall, with hair so blond it was almost white.  Erica was athletic looking, but not in Rina's class.  Something about her seems so familiar, Wanda thought.  It's like I've seen her face before.

Jean also was struck by how familiar Erica looked.  That's so strange.  She almost looks like a female Pietro, Quicksilver. Wanda's brother, Jean thought.

"Are you all right, Rina?" Erica asked concerned.

"I'm fine, Erica. Jean, Ororo, Wanda, Nita, I wish to join the X-Women," Rina said.  "From now on you can count on Wild Thing!"

"I want to join, too," Erica said.  "I'll go and change while my darl-uh, Rina tells you about her powers."

"You don't have to be so shy, Erica," Storm smiled.  "We're all girl lovers. You're both so pretty that we'd already be having a sex and pain orgy if we didn't have to get to England."

"Alllll rrrright!" Rina smiled.  "But you've got to promise that we'll have a lesbian sex and pain party when we get back."

"Pinky swear," Jean smiled, liking both girls already.

Rina quickly dried off and donned her costume, a string bikini version of her father's costume, with gloves and boots.  Maybe I should redesign my outfit again, Jean thought.

"I'm ready," Erica called.  "All except for this damn helmet."

Erica stepped out in front of them adjusting her helmet, clad in a familiar and historically sinister purple and red body suit. The jaws of Jean, Wanda, and Nita dropped and Ororo's would have too if she had known the person who's costume Erica was wearing.

"Ta da!" Erica happily twirled, unaware of the effect her costume was having," Presenting Erica Magnus Haller, Magneta, Mistress of Magnetism!"

Everything clicked in Jean and Storm's minds. Erica Magnus - Erik Magnus Lensherr, a.k.a. Magneto! Wanda immediately imprisoned Erica while Jean telekinetically captured Rina.

"No! Please!" Erica cried in fear.  "I can't help it if he was my father! Please!"

"Please, Jean! Don't hurt her!" Rina begged.  "Magneto met her mother long before he started his war against humanity! Besides, last I heard, he got turned into a baby. Please, Jean! I love her!"

"Oh, Rina," Erica cried," I love you too!"

Jean did a quick, but total mind probe of both girls. Neither one had an evil bone in their whole bodies or an evil thought in their heads.  Erica wanted to try and make up for all the bad things her father had done. Erica had never even met him. Jean motioned for Wanda to release her. The two frightened girls rushed into each others arms, passionately kissing.

"I'm sorry, Erica, I overreacted," Jean said.  "Please forgive me.  I still want you both in the X-Women. Pinky swear to infinity."

All six of them embraced, kissing and hugging each other. They remained that way for several minutes before they walked hand in hand back to the ' Blackbird'. The girls were relieved and their fear quickly vanished as they fell in love with the 4 older girls who in turn were now in love with them.

Hours later in London England the 6 mutant girls met 2 women who were different and yet the same. Their birth names were Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock and Kwannon, but now they were known as Psylocke and Revanche. Betsy Braddock was the sister of Brian Braddock, Captain Britain. The evil oriental villain The Mandarin had captured her after she had been blinded and had tried to transfer Betsy's mind into that of a 'white ninja' heroine who had tried to stop the Mandarin.

As a result of interference from the little known, but powerful group of heroes called G.O.L.D. the Mandarin was defeated. Betsy's sight was restored, but she and Kwannon were now 1/2 of each other. Both were telepaths, stronger than Marvel Girl had ever been, but far less than Jean's current 'Phoenix' level. In addition both women were now 'ninja' class martial artists. Betsy/Revanche wanted to stay in England and fight crime with her brother. Psylocke, however joined the X-Women.

All the way back to the X-mansion the 7 women could barely keep their hands off of each other. As soon as the ' Blackbird' landed all 7 of them ran into the mansion ripping their clothes off as they ran.

"Break out the whips and dildos," Psylocke cried, coming out of her clothes.

The other girls laughed in agreement.