Emma Frost and Jubilee

Izzy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, still pink with embarrassment. Coming down the stairs she was sure that both of her guests had gotten an unobstructed view up her skirt, and the erection that was tenting it. Even sitting down the damn thing wouldn’t go away. Ms. Frost seemed non-pulsed about it, or at least she was good at pretending to be, but the Asian girl sitting next to her kept stealing glances at her lap when she thought Izzy wasn’t looking.

“Beyond your daughter’s obvious physical changes, have you noticed anything else odd?” Normally it would have bothered Isabel that the question had been directed at her mother and not her, but right now she was grateful for it. She couldn’t bring herself to even look the smartly dressed blonde woman in the eyes right now.

“Oh yes, definitely. A month ago I didn’t look nearly this good for one.” Lillian gestured to a photo on the wall that featured a mousy looking Hispanic woman smiling with delight in her wedding gown. She was plain, and modestly proportioned. It was a stark contrast to her current body, which looked like something out of a pinup. “I mean look at this!” To Izzy’s humiliation she cupped her breasts as if she was offering them out, the shape of her nipples clear beneath the thin fabric. “None of my bras fit, and I can barely fit my ass into my old jeans anymore! Not that I’m complaining mind.”

“Mom… what about Dad and Carlos?” Emma looked curious at the mention of the family’s missing men folk, while the Asian girl just looked like she was trying not to break out into giggles.

“Oh, right. Our boys changed a little too.”

“A little?” Fishing out her phone Izzy brought up a picture of the pair for Emma to see. At first she thought the girl had opened the wrong image, as it showed two women in men’s clothing posing playfully for the camera. Then Izzy began to flip through her photos with her thumb, going from newest to oldest. What she saw was a sort of time lapse of the two women gradually becoming more masculine, until the oldest images showed a father and son who matched the pictures on the walls.

“I see. So your father and brother have, well, have feminized then?”

“Well they’ve still got their cocks,” Lillian ignored her daughter’s groan, “but yeah, I guess they’re a little more girly now. Frankly I think they look really good now, but Izzy insisted they leave for a while to see if it reverses. She’s having such a trying time we didn’t want to argue.”

“You seem very… unconcerned about all this.”

“I guess it seemed a little odd at first, but the boys and I just got used to it. I know people are a little down on Mutants, bur really this is the best thing that could have happened! My daughter makes everyone around her sexy, what’s not to love? Plus she’s got that cute little cock of her own now too.” The girl in question buried her face in her hands and groaned.

Her companion finally lost control and broke out into a fit of giggles, but Emma ignored her. Balancing a folder in her lap she wrote out her notes in a curling script. ‘Subject has a sort of ambient effect, perhaps a chemical pheromone. Appears to cause feminization and exaggeration of sexual characteristics in those exposed. Strongly suspect behavioral change as well, specifically a reduction in inhibitions. Further study required.’

“Isabel, I’d like to ask something of you.”