Brandi is the key.

Nylonica stands on the stage of what was once Maggies bar. Its once independant owner now among a sea of featureless slick and shiny black. Nylonica is almost at orgasm as all the collective knowledge of her newly minted drones flood her brain, their combined consciousness assaulting her mind.She suddenly snaps out of her reverie and motions toward a drone, this drone steps forward and walks upto her Queen. Nylonica makes another gesture and Brandi's face slowly starts to materialise beneath its nylon coating, soon her features have returned as she stands impassively staring forward. Her Queen looks down at her drone who is now in features anyway Brandi again, her body shape and size is still that of a drone.
"Ah my little pet, you are the off spring of the inventor of the portal that allowed me access to your,mmmm so delicious world. I need you to find your father for me and bring him back to his lair."
"Yes my Queen." stated Brandi in a flat monotone.
"You will need a little bit of your old self back and some clothing." With that Nylonica placed her right fingers into Brandi's forehead, Brandi convulsed for a few seconds as some of her knowledge was forced back into what had become an empty shell. Her eyes rolled back and she started to drool then suddenly she became aware again, she was drone that was true, she served her Queen, that was beyond question, she had a mission, that was urgent, she was Brandi and she would not fail her Queen for her reward would be to return to drone hood. Tight pink spandex clothing formed over Brandi, a short dress and her feet morphed into pink boots. Her drone flesh turned to human colours again apart from her legs which stayed black. She turned from her Queen and walked from the bar and into the night, she would find Sam and they would find her father then Sam would know the joy of submission and servitude to Nylonica.
Sam had stopped running, she was bent forward hands on her knees in an alleyway about three hundred yards away from Maggies, tonight she had witnessed sights and horrors she had never dreamed would exist in any world. Strong independant women transformed into faceless automatons serving a blue nylon woman, this was absurd and she almost convinced herself she was unconscious in the lab after the initial incident; It wasn't until she pinched herself she kind of knew it was real.
Nylonica was now moving freely around the area of Maggies and John's lab, she had over one hundred drones now which was a number she had every intention of increasing she knew this planet would fall to her desires soon.
Sam moved slowly out of the alley and walked toward a back road she stopped dead in her tracks as three drones walked by in front of her, she could suddenly here voices begging to be left alone screaming questions, yelling defiance then moaning in pleasure as their servitude to Nylonica is realised. Sam backed slowly away when suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder, it was all sam could do not to scream knowing that would seal her fate. She span around backing away to see a female cop standing behind her handgun drawn.
"What the fuck is going on" the cop asked
And with that Sam started to explain...