juggle ideas, but go to Jack's sources for help

“No Rich?” 40 asked.
“You want to explain this to him?” Jack frowned, folding her arms under her breasts. She was still getting used to the body. “I'd rather talk strategy with him than something like this. What have you found out, prof?”
“Hard to say. We could be facing days of this, gentlem…” He cleared his throat. “Comrades. Longer, perhaps.”

“We gotta lay low, man,” Thunder spoke up. “No way we’re gonna earn our cred like this.”
“Bullshit. That’s what they want.”
“And it’s a smart idea, isn’t it? I mean, we got boobs, Jack.”
“Jacqueline.”
There was quiet. “Pardon?” the cowgirl spoke up.
Jack stood his ground, staying cool. “It’s Jacqueline like this. It’s going to keep things a lot less confusing for people. Though Jack’s okay for short.”

The group looked a bit unsettled still. “Look, if we’re stuck like this, we’re just gonna have to fight like this. At least if we take on a different name, it’ll make this a little different than what we really are. It’ll make it easier for us to do what we gotta do here, and if we don’t go all out on this idea, we’re gonna get screwed.

“I’m all for fightin’ and all, but we were pretty clear when we joined up that this weren’t no gay thing,” the cowgirl said warily. “So just cuz I lost The Mare Tamer don’t mean that…”
“No, look, shut up. We’re gonna have to show em. They expect us to go into hiding and just take back whatever we’ve earned already. Maybe **** us. If we just go out and accept this, we can minimize what more they can do to us.”

“So we’re admitting what happened?” 40 said curiously.
“I guess. Do you think somebody’s going to buy that we’re all just each of our twin sisters coming to visit?” the doctor scoffed.
Jack seemed to pause at the word twin but shrugged when he stopped.
“Well I dunno about the bunch of you, but I don’t know how the hell to fight like a chick. So until get The Trouser Titan back, I dunno how we‘re goin about this.”

“That’s the thing that cost us so early,” Doc nodded. “They don’t fight any different. You have different targets on you now, but women fight the same as we do, despite what chauvinism may teach us.”
“Tell me ‘bout it,” sighed the cowgirl. “I been gettin’ funny looks when I open doors for ladies now.”
“Yea, and for some reason, Petty didn’t think it was weird when I asked to borrow some of her clothes.”
“Yea… some reason…”

Jack spoke up again. “Alright, look. We’ve all got our ideas, but the purple-helmeted crusader’s out of town. We’re not. I say we get out there, keep makin‘ noise, and show these bitches that we can even be chicks better than they can!”
40 bit her thick lip. “Don’t mean we can’t keep lookin’ for a way to fix it, though. My Little Glock’s feelin homesick already.”
“Of course. But I think I’ve got just the thing for us to get ready for fighting like this. None of us have a history of being a woman, but I know somebody who does.”
“Dammit, he’s got a tranny friend,” Thunder mused to 40, who chuckled.
“She’s BEEN a woman forever!” Jack snapped. “And could fuck everyone of you guys here into shock if she wanted.”
“And not you?” Thunder sneered.
“Special case,” Jack murmured. “She’s my sister.”

Eyebrows raised throughout. “News to me,” the cowgirl mused.
“Not by choice, she’s not,” Jack added defensively. “But she’s about as good a teacher as we can get. I asked to meet her later tonight at her club.”

Timmy paused, then looked expectantly at the doctor. She opened her mouth when the scientist took off her glasses and rubbed his nose. “Probemaster, alright? I call it Probemaster. And that is all far too much information than any of us needed.”
“I thought it was funny,” Timmy moped as they headed off for the Pleasure Palace.