Wake them up.

Dream Sanctorium, Dream City, 1964

Where am I?

Last Dolores recalled, she had been fighting Half-Face into a strange dimension full of krackling dots and strange energy. Then, suddenly, she was pulled out, and the shock of switching dimensions had blurred her vision.

When she was aroused, she could see strange figures around her. She could feel herself in her torn underwear, with his breasts flowing out.

Unable to reason, she pushed some of the blurs out of the way, and look around as her vision cleared.

Eventually, she caught sight of her enemy: Half-Face, the blonde German with a gorgeous one half with half of her face horribly disfigured with green skin full of warts and a large yellow eye. She was also in her underwear, though only one breast was exposed, but when the two caught sight of each other, they immediately lunged at each other.

Half-Face delivered a punch, which Dolores took, and slammed her head into Half-Face. She then grabbed the other bra cup and tore it as she pushed Half-Face to the ground.

Just as she was about to stomp on Half-Face, she was pulled back. She turned to see a young woman, in a green, feathery short dress, with a helmet that looked like a bird and large wings.

"Miss Americana, if you could just..."

Dolores, still dazed, took a swing, but she suddenly disappeared. Confused, she looked around, but she was knocked out by something on her face. It was powerful, and she was knocked out cold.

Then, Hummingbird (Janice van Hooten) resized to human, as Gamma Man (Dr. Gerald O'Malley) came in, his purple, overly musclar torso covered by a lab cut, with short green pants. His smashed face had tiny glasses. Dolores just laid there, with her breasts on full display. Half-Face was being dragged away by agents wearing red skin-tight suits with world symbol on their butts.

"Did you really have to knock her out?"

"She was attacking us! I had to do something."

"You could've just calmed her down."

"Whatever. I just... Is this really her?"

"Yep, I could remember her looks anywhere. Believe me," Dr. O'Malley recalled many nights on the front, looking at her photo. "Though never this intimate."

"Yeah, I heard she and ugly over there got into it. What should we do?"

"Get her to med bay for a full examination, and.... call him."

"What should I tell him?"

"That she's alive."

"Oh, my, God," Alfonso "Sunny" Giovanni, Director of COSINE (Confederation of Security and International Enforcement) silently saw the woman on the hospital stretcher. She was very young, brunette, and naked, with the blanket almost revealing her nipples on her naked breasts. She was hooked up to some advanced machines as she slept.

Sunny couldn't believe it. It was her, Miss Americana. She looked exactly like she did when they last saw each other. No aging whatsoever. She was still the pin-up model she had been during the war. With those big breasts, and big ass and those damn muscles...

"We have her sedated, and Half-Face is in another room. You can go and see her if you want." Hummingbird just stood in front.

"I don't know if I can. Will she even remember me?"

"Sure she will. You tell her who you are, I'm sure she'll be very happy."

Sunny took a deep breath, and headed inside. He approached the bed.

"Do? Dolores? It's me, Sunny."

He tried to shake her awake, but.... he could feel her breasts directly, and perhaps involuntarily, he squeezed a little.

Her eyes shot open.