The hospital muscle and hospital sickos closing in on her from one end of the hall, and - worse - her mom in front of her, she could only escape with a spectacular acrobatic cheerleader move of bouncing off walls and ceiling. But that would mean abandoning equally naked Monique. Kim Possible was too much of a heroine for that!
It was time for courage. She backed up, her hands and feet out threatening to put martial arts moves on anyone who came near. “Mom - Everyone! I’ll stop running. But I’m warning you: It’s not safe to touch me! If you do-” She was interrupted by a scream! Of excitement.
“There! There on the TV!” the young woman waiting for brain surgery pointed into her hospital room. “There’s Adrena Lynn and Bonnie Rockwaller in all their glory!”
All their glory meant naked except for the small, flesh-colored pixelated patches that tracked what was censorable about the female body. At the moment the young blonde and the teen brownette were only missing their nipples, as the jet streams of the Jacuzzi they were in hid their most indecent parts.
“They’re surrounded by people! A horde of perverts!!” Monique cried out in horror, knowing that could have also been her and Kim on that screen. Not only were there those the owner of the bed-and-bath store, Adrena, had let in from the mall (mostly male), but there were reporters. The TV cameras of other TV crews happened in and out of shots.
“FrEAKY! Everybody out there that can see me on TV and the World Wide Web, this is Adrena Lynn, again!”
“And I’m Bonnie Rockwaller!” waved the naked narcissist, moving closer to the center of attention. Only to be pulled to the woman in a skin-against-skin hold as if their were long lost lovers. The cheerleader only flinched, then made herself look comfortable.
“I’m the frEAKing First Lieutenant of the Les B Free Fighters, here to liberate all women from the restrictions imposed on us by our patriarchal overlords! It has already begun! It can’t be stopped! Surrender and get frEAKY!!”
Of course, Bonnie had to try and get some of the attention, too, “Once we prove we don’t need men, we can freely be with them!”
“Or not! Our choice! FrEAKY, right!? All of us, Les B Free Lesbians together!”
“Ms Lynn? You called yourself, uh, ‘First Lieutenant’?” A reporter asked. “Who is your leader?”
“Our fearless leader, the one out there even now recruiting more lesbians for our cause is..." and the villainess formed an evil grin, "Kim Possible!”
“Oh, Kimmy!” Ann Possible felt for her ch1ld. The concerned parent reached out to touch her ‘poor, sexually confused’ daughter’s neck and cheek.
"Mom! Don't touch me!!"
"You don't want to join the revolution!" Monique added.
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