Final Stop? Or Unstoppable?

The front door opened. “Kim?! Kimberly! Are you back?! Your mother tells me-” Dr. James Possible stopped looking in the wrong directions, and found her, “I don’t approve of same-sex marriage, you know, young -” He stopped looking at his daughter, and found there was company. There was a tall, very well-endowed, adult woman with the reddest hair he had ever seen. Unlike his wife, and his daughter, she had her cardinal locks long. But even if Ann had agreed to dye her head a truer red, her figure would never measure up to this outstanding specimen. (What? Around 40-23-40? The cup size, definitely: Oh!!)

Then his image of the dream was spoiled by that Ron Stoppable stepping out of her. He would have liked to have believed that the TG had merely stepped between them, but the flesh-and-blood sensuality phasing through the flame-haired vision’s told him which was real.

“Wade, turn off Jessica!” Kim was uncomfortable seeing a side of her dad she didn’t want to see.

“Right!” the genius kid’s fingers played over an invisible keyboard. “Oops! Hit the wrong menu option!”

For a few critical seconds, while Dr. Jim’s gaze was still fixated, Jessica’s body disappeared then reappeared around Ron’s body and finally disappeared, leaving only Ron’s 36C-26-36 for the man’s eyes to stay on. “Your hair is blonde.”

“But my lips are red!” he said, pointing to them with his red nails. He didn’t like the look of disappointment in his eyes. “Kim, I’ve got to dye my hair!”

“Ron, that’s only going to make you worse. And so will a red dress.”

“Aw!” he said, pulling at one of his short locks. “If this was anime, my transformation would automatically give me long hair.”

James Possible reassert his normal persona. “I was opposed to your dalliances before, but now seeing just how much of a woman your ex-boyfriend has become, I wish to forbid it.”

“You think of me as a woman, Dr. J?” Ron smiled and shifted her weight so she could exaggerate the hip and bend a knee out seductively, if still wobbly on her 5” heels. “Whose dalliances would you not mind?”

“Ron! He’s my dad!”

“Don’t worry, Kim. I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.” She turned her half-lidded, mascaraed eyes back on the man, and said with poutish lips, “With Jessica Ink.”

“Ink is no excuse,” Jim flummoxed.

Ron broke down and laughed, “That was fun! I can do things now I could never do as Ron!”

“You’re not Ron anymore?” Kim asked concerned. Was she losing the him she cared for?

“I need a more Jessica name. Ronnie? No! I know!” Then she put a shoulder up near her chin for a more sexy pose. “Veronica. Veronica the Unstoppable.”