Sentinel swipe!

Jean's eyes widened in fear as the Sentinel's five hundred pound hand fell at her with terrifying speed. Her powers weren't working! She was helpless! Gasping all Jean could do was throw her hands over her head and close her eyes.

At the last moment the Sentinel attack averted, The hand turning away and merely grazing at Jean's costume. Unfortunately, just that **** alone was enough to tear her costume clean off her body!

Jean, never feeling the blow crush her, slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as she looked down. She was in her boots, with no costume, just her underwear! And she wasn't wearing any underwear she expected. Instead of her regular black, boy short panties she was for some wearing pink, ill fitting ruffled panties. Also, were her legs thinner, her hips narrower than normal? They looked like it!

Up top her bra wasn't the regular black wonderbra she wore for extra support. Instead it was a white, ruffle cup bra of immature make. Also, her chest... it looked smaller! She normally had respectable C cups, but it looked like she had B's... if that!

"Look at her!"

"That mutant is in her underwear!"

"Is she old enough to be an X-men?"

"What a beanpole!"

Jean looked up at that phrase. Beanpole... that was what the kids who bullied her as a child called her! What she didn't know was Emma was pulling thoughts from her subconscious to erode at all confidence.

"Mutant adolescent discovered." The Sentinel spoke. "Strategy shifting- begin to disable and prepare for transport!"

Wait... did that bucket of bolts call jean an adolescent?!?