Emerging from the darkness, practically hopping on her heels was Edna Mode, costume designer extraordinary.
"Eugh..." Helen began, shaking off her daze, "W-what happened?"
"A wardrobe malfunction dahling, nothing to worry about, we just need to take a closer look..."
Edna withdrew a small remote and pressed it, causing a large circular podium to rise up from under Helen as she was hoisted a few feet into the air.
Within seconds an autonomous drone had flown around Elastigirl projecting a grid from its camera onto her - it whipped around and continued to scan her, sending refracted lasers around her like a Pink Floyd light show.
When it had finished, the large screen behind her had turned on, revealing a digital Helen rotating in 360 degrees.
The podium beneath Helen slowly descended as she found herself on equal footing with Edna Mode, the designer was squinting at the model, looking for something...
"Hmmm... Computer, dahling , zoom in on hem quadrant three dash four..."
The model stopped rotating on screen as the view focused on Helens posterior and began to zoom in.
"Seam six, stitch three..."
Helen watched the camera continue to zoom in as the view began super-magnified, the fabric of the costume was rendered with just a criss-crossing pattern of stitches. Suddenly, it came into view all at once; in a flawless weaving of thread, one single stitch had become frayed, loosening itself from the collective.
"Just as I predicted..." Edna tutted. "A wardrobe malfunction."
"A wardrobe mal- but it's just one stitch, how could-" Helen began, but was soon cut off.
"Computer! Simulate stretch sequence with current suit condition."
Helen turned her gaze back to the screen to watch as the limbs of her digital counterpart were stretched into opposite directions, only instead of having the fabric follow her flexibly, it became unstable and fell off her body all at once.
"Oh.. my..." Helen stood aghast, watching her now naked body taking up the screen, her suit completely unraveled.
"Wardrobe malfunction." Edna Mode stated matter-o-factly.
Helen turned to the designer with worry in her eyes. "Well, can that be fixed?"
Edna simply snorted, "The composition of your suit is re-flexible and reinforced alloys - you stretch, it stretches. When you return to your normal dimensions, it does too. What we have here, dahling, is your suit is trying to return to a dimension smaller than itself."
"Wait you mean..."
Edna rolled her eyes, "The suit is having some difficulty reforming around this..."
With one quick snap of her hand, Edna Mode had reached up and slapped Helen's rear causing her to yelp in shock.
"You've put on some weight dahling, I wasn't going to say anything but now bedside manner is hardly professional."
Helen withdrew with a look of guilt, biting her bottom lip as she looked back towards the screen, her butt still stinging with reminder.
"Don't worry dahling, I can fix this, in fact, I have been fixing it, and now you will test the "Helen Super Mk. II"
With another press of the remote, a small door opened on the opposite side of the room revealing a new Super Suit.
"Change into it and meet me next door - I need to test the limits so we don't have a scandal on our hands..."
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