Wonder Woman, in her secret identity of Diana Prince, mild-mannered secretary, sat at her typewriter, working on that day’s reports. She was halfway through processing her usual mountain of daily paperwork, when her boss, Colonel Steve Trevor of Military Intelligence hurriedly entered the office. Noticing Steve’s agitated state, Diana asked, “What’s wrong, Steve?” “Terrorists are holding some hostages downstairs,” excitedly replied Steve. “I don’t know how they got past our security. Now, where is my pistol?” “Terrorists?!” gasped Diana, not responding to Steve’s request for information on the whereabouts of his weapon. This looks like a job for Wonder Woman, she thought to herself, as she said to Steve, “Oh, I’m so frightened!” giving Steve the usual “scared” routine to allay any suspicions he always seemed to have about her secret identity. “Don’t worry, Diana,” assured Steve, who in reality seldom gave any credence to the idea that his mousy secretary, who seemed to be always throwing herself at his feet, was indeed the desire of his life, Wonder Woman. “I’ll protect you. That is, if I can find my pistol. Now, where...?” “Oh, Steve!” said Diana. “Please be careful!” Noticing that Steve was engrossed in his efforts to find his misplaced weapon, Diana slipped into a nearby storeroom. She unbuttoned her prim blouse, revealing the bright red and gold eagle-encrusted material of her bustier. Taking a deep breath, she inflated her lungs, resulting in her perfect breasts standing out from her chest, released from the confinement of her outer clothing that hid her endowments well. Next, Diana unzipped her skirt, and allowed it to fall to her ankles, revealing her star-spangled blue satin briefs that highlighted her ample thighs and perfect legs. She reached into her purse and retrieved a golden tiara that she placed on her forehead. Now, she thought, as soon as I get out of these shoes and into my high-heeled boots, Wonder Woman can make her appearance and save the day! Just as Wonder Woman, still half-dressed in her Diana Prince disguise was bending over to change footwear, the door of the storeroom flew open! “Could I have left it in here...?” started Steve, who then said, “Diana? What are you doing in here...? Wonder Woman?!” Wonder Woman looked up into Steve’s surprised gaze. “Steve!” she exclaimed. “I was just..., er..., that is...,” she stammered. Steve was nonplussed. He had the look of a husband who discovered his wife in bed with another man. Then a realization came over him. “Diana..., Diana Prince! You are really Wonder Woman?” “Steve!” exclaimed Wonder Woman. “It’s not what it looks like! let me explain! I was just...,” “How could you?” interrupted Steve. “I thought we meant something to each other! How could you have kept such a secret from me? Working with me, right under my nose, making a fool out of me! Is this your idea of a joke?” “Please Steve...,” begged Wonder Woman. “Never mind!” spat Steve, as he took hold of his firearm, which was indeed in the storeroom. “I’ll deal with you later! Right now, there’s something more important on my mind,” he said as he stomped out of the office in pursuit of the terrorists. Wonder Woman was mortified. For years, she had wanted to tell Steve the truth, that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman were one and the same. But she never knew how Steve would react, until this moment. But Wonder Woman would have to deal with her feelings later. Right now, she had to take care of the terrorists. As usual, Steve was running headlong into trouble, and it was up to her to protect him from harm, as well as take care of the criminals. She finished her change into costume, and left the storeroom. A few moments later, after Wonder Woman had subdued the attackers, she saw Steve, but only for a moment, as he glared at her. I must think of a way to make things right with Steve, thought Wonder Woman. I can’t let him continue thinking Diana Prince and Wonder Woman are one and the same. In his mood, he won’t let me stay at his side in the office where I can do the most good, and now that he knows my greatest secret, he might become the target of evil people who want to get to me through him. I must find a way to convince Steve that Diana Prince is not Wonder Woman, at least for a little while longer. Then, when the time is right, I’ll tell him the truth, on my own terms. Wonder Woman thought about using her Magic Lasso to make Steve forget, but, since the lasso’s purpose was primarily against ne’er-do-wells, she didn’t like the idea of using such a powerful weapon on the man she loved. If only I really were two persons, thought Wonder Woman, as she turned the captured miscreants over to the police. If Steve could just see Diana Prince and Wonder Woman together, side by side, he could come to his own conclusions about the two most important women in his life. If only... Then it hit Wonder Woman. “Maybe there is a way,” she said to herself, as she called her invisible plane.
In her invisible plane, Wonder Woman approached the apartment building where she lived in her secret identity of Diana Prince. Leaping from the cockpit, she entered the dwelling unseen through a window, as she had done many times before. Usually, she immediately donned her Diana Prince disguise, but this time was different. Wonder Woman approached a wall in Diana Prince’s apartment. Pressing a hidden button, the wall slid away to reveal a secret chamber. Inside the room was a wide array of high-technology equipment that was as unconventional as it was advanced. Weapons, electronics, and communication devices utilizing telepathy were products of extensive Amazon science, and the contrivances were a quantum leap beyond anything known to the outside world. The centerpiece of this vast throng of implements was Wonder Woman’s own invention, the Purple Healing Ray. Functioning as its name implied, the ray, when exposed to a person, would make such a person hale and hearty again, no matter how extensive that person’s injuries were, even to the point of death. Before Princess Diana of Paradise Island assumed her role as Wonder Woman, she had used the Purple Healing Ray on Steve Trevor to heal the injuries he had received when he had crash-landed on Paradise Island. (Which had led to Princess Diana’s assumption of the Wonder Woman title in the first place.) Now, thought Wonder Woman, using my Purple Ray, I will “heal” things between Steve and me again! After making a few adjustments to the Purple Healing Ray, Wonder Woman set up two operating tables adjacent to each other. She then stripped herself naked, and strapped herself down on one of the tables. Satisfied that the Ray was ready, Wonder Woman threw the switch.
When the naked superheroine regained consciousness, she felt weak. Not as weak as if her super powers had been stripped from her, but distinctly less than at full power; perhaps half-strong, she thought. She cleared the cobwebs from her head, and focused her eyes on the adjacent table. There, also regaining consciousness, was an exact duplicate of her! “It worked!” exclaimed the two women, almost simultaneously. After looking each other over, the first naked woman asked the second, “How do you feel?” “I..., think I’m all right,” answered the second woman “Only...,” “You feel about fifty percent,” finished the first woman. “Right?” “Yeah,” said the second woman. “That won’t do, will it?” “No, I’m afraid not,” said the first woman. “If we’re to go through with our plan, one of us will have to be at full strength. We can use the Purple Healing Ray again.” “That should work,” said the second woman. “Since it will also be a good idea for the other to be very powerless.” “Right,” agreed the first woman. “I’ll make the necessary adjustments on the Ray. Which will it be? Would you like to be the super-powerful Wonder Woman, or the mousy, meek, and mild-mannered Diana Prince?” “I’ll take being Wonder Woman,” declared the second woman. “You be Diana.” “Very well,” agreed the first woman. She then reached over and threw another switch. Immediately, both figures were again bathed in the glow of the Purple Ray. “That’s better,” said the second woman. “Now I feel like my old self again.” “I..., I’m really tired,” said the first woman. “You should be..., Diana,” said the second woman. “Here. Let me help you.” The second naked woman helped the first to a chair. “I think I’ll get dressed,” she said. “Me too,” said Diana. “But I’m just going to sit here a moment and get my strength back.” The second woman grasped the familiar costume, and put it on. “It sure was a good idea to use the Purple Healing Ray to transmute matter and make a duplicate, wasn’t it?” asked Wonder Woman. “Yeah,” agreed Diana. “I got the idea from that episode of ‘Star Trek’.” “Which one?” asked Wonder Woman. “The one where the transporter malfunctions, or the one where the bad guy makes an android of Captain Kirk?” “The first one, I guess,” said Diana. “Since neither of us is an android. We’re both the real thing.” “Except I’m more real,” said Wonder Woman. “I have Wonder Woman’s super powers and you don’t.” “More real”? I wonder what she means by that, thought Diana Prince.
Rather than getting dressed, Diana went to bed early, feeling as weak as an ordinary woman, which indeed she was. The transformation had been very stressful. Wonder Woman, on the other hand, had never felt better. Even though theoretically she should only have been as powerful as when she was a lone individual, she felt much stronger. So instead of retiring for the night, she decided to go out on patrol. Actively hoping that some serious crime would occur that evening, Wonder Woman boarded her invisible plane and started her surveillance. As she flew, she had an urge to do something she had seldom done before. She decided to fly her invisible plane in a most reckless manner, performing dangerous aerial stunts, such as barrel rolls and loops. Telling herself that she was only practicing to prepare herself in the unlikely event that her plane was under attack, she performed more dangerous aerobatics, including flying at supersonic speed. Unconcerned with the effect her sonic booms had on the surrounding residences, all Wonder Woman could say was, “What a rush!” At last, Wonder Woman spied a crime in progress. She swooped down, and with her usual arrogant attitude, took care of the crooks. But this time, there was something different about how she went about her business in apprehending the thieves...
The next morning, after Diana woke up and showered, she asked her doppelganger, “Now, do you remember what to do?” “Sure Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “Did you think I’d forget?” “Did you go out last night?” asked Diana. “Yes,” replied Wonder Woman. “Caught some bad guys, too.” “That’s good,” said Diana. “I’m glad to see your..., I mean ‘our’ powers still work. What happened?” “You can read about it in the paper,” said Wonder Woman. “Now get dressed.” Diana Prince winced at what she thought for a moment was an order from her twin. She looked around, preparing to get dressed, when she realized something. “I don’t have any underwear,” she said. “That’s because you always wore my costume under your clothes,” said Wonder Woman. “What shall I do?” asked Diana. “Well, we don’t have much time,” said Wonder Woman. “You’ll have to go without.” Diana couldn’t understand why she felt so uncomfortable at the idea of wearing nothing under the modest blouse and skirt she dressed herself in. The Wonder Woman costume could hardly be characterized as consistent with “modest” wear. On the contrary, its very nature was to be “revealing,” and helped to dazzle opponents by revealing her fantastic seductiveness. Nonetheless, realizing that time was short, Diana pulled on her most modest blouse and skirt. The sensations she felt as the blouse was buttoned up over her bare breasts almost took her breath away, and she felt a chill from the unfamiliar draft of air inside her thighs.
Diana Prince arrived at her office early, before her boss, Steve Trevor, had arrived. She sat down at her desk and unfurled the morning paper. The headline read, “Wonder Woman Brutally Stops Bank Robbers.” Then, underneath was a sub-headline, “Suspect not Expected to Live.” “Brutally?” thought Diana, “’Not expected to live’?” Then she read: “Last night, the Last National Bank was under the threat of an unauthorized withdrawal when one of this city’s favored daughters, the fantastic superheroine Wonder Woman, stepped in. “Using her super powers on the hapless crooks, Wonder Woman quickly dispatched the scoundrels as she is wont to do. However, this time she employed what one witness described as ‘unnecessary roughness.’ “’They weren’t even armed,’ claimed another witness. ‘Not that it would have done any good. But she didn’t have to do what she did.’ “According to reports, what Wonder Woman ‘did’ was to pummel one of the burglars senseless. She appeared to be enjoying seeing the man’s head snap back and forth from her blows. Wonder Woman reportedly smiled with glee when blood began spurting from her quarry’s mouth. It wasn’t until the first man fell limp with unconsciousness that Wonder Woman, often billed as the ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine’ turned her attention to the second man. “The second man was not as fortunate as the first. The first man suffered only a concussion with several broken bones and loss of blood. But his partner suffered a greater humiliation, and is now in the intensive care unit of the hospital, suffering from the loss of an even more critical amount of blood. “It seems that Wonder Woman, probably the most voluptuous woman in the city, suffers from penis envy. According to the latest reports, Wonder Woman tore the pants of the second man off. Removing the tatters of the man’s trousers, the superheroine apparently then grasped the man’s genitals, and tore them off with a flex of her super strength. “The doctors are confident that they can reattach the man’s organs. But the victim has yet to regain consciousness, and may never come out of his coma. This reporter believes that should he awaken, the robber’s first words will be, ‘Now I know how John Wayne Bobbit felt.’ “Wonder Woman could not be reached for further comment.” Diana Prince was aghast. “What will this do to my reputation?” she asked herself. “This may affect my plan. I’ll have to...” Just then, Diana’s boss, Steve Trevor, entered the office. “Well, Wonder Woman! I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to show up here again, after yesterday, Miss Superheroine! What’s the matter? Doesn’t superheroics pay well enough, Wonder Woman? You still need a nine-to-five posting? Well, you can’t have one here! You’re fired, Wonder Woman!” “Please, Steve, I...,” began Diana. “Don’t argue with me, Wonder Woman!” exclaimed Steve. “I want you out of here! Now!” “Please Steve,” meekly begged Diana. “Please stop calling me Wonder Woman.” “Why not?” asked Steve. “That’s who you are!” Just then, a tall, voluptuous figure dressed in a star-spangled costume of red, white, and blue entered the office. “Hi, Steve!” said Wonder Woman. “What the...?” gasped Steve. “But you’re not..., er..., Diana?” Wonder Woman glanced at an expectant Diana Prince, and looked back at Steve. “No,” she said. “No, I’m not Diana. As you can see, Diana is over there, diligently working at her desk.” “Diligently,” nothing, thought Steve. She’s reading the paper. Then, he said, “This must be some kind of trick!” Turning to Diana, Steve asked, “Who is this woman? Did you find her at some exotic dance club or something? I have to admit, she’s a good likeness!” Wonder Woman was perturbed, and declared, “No, Steve. It’s really me!” “Ha!” exclaimed Steve. “You even sound like the real thing! Did you really think you could fool me? I know that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman are one and the same! And now you know, Miss..., er, Miss...?” “If I weren’t Wonder Woman,” said the voluptuous superheroine, “Could I do this?” With that, Wonder Woman lifted Steve’s desk in one hand and held it aloft. Steve was surprised at the display of strength, but he was nonetheless unconvinced of what the two women were trying to prove. “So you are Wonder Woman, alias Diana Prince,” he said. “And this woman is the fake.” Steve turned to Diana and said, “What’s your real name, sweetheart? How much did Wonder Woman pay you to do this?” “No Steve,” countered Diana. “It’s really me. I can prove it.” “How?” asked Steve. “Well,” said Diana. “You have my fingerprints on file, don’t you?” “Of course,” answered Steve. “We have to, for security.” “Well here,” said Diana, as she squeezed her fingers to an inkpad, then pressed them onto a sheet of paper, leaving a clear sample of her digits’ ridges. “All right, if you insist,” said Steve as he walked to his computer and started the process of verification. A moment later, the computer verified the owner of the fingerprints as Diana Prints..., er..., “Prince.” Steve was confused. Here was proof that Wonder Woman and Diana Prince were two different people. Feats of strength from the costumed woman, and undeniable fingerprints from the bookish secretary, a secretary who Steve noticed seemed more meek than usual. “It’s a trick!” exclaimed Steve. “Oh Steve,” said Wonder Woman, as she leaned closer to Steve, giving him an unfettered view of her sumptuous cleavage. “It’s no trick. I just lent Diana my costume for a day. I wanted to help her build up her self-confidence. So I suggested she wear it, and sense the silken feeling of it against her body.” “Then,” continued Wonder Woman, “When the terrorists attacked, she knew I’d need my costume to deal with them. After all, I couldn’t very well go into battle naked! So Diana ducked into the storeroom to take it off. That’s when you discovered her.” “You mean you were just sitting around naked,” said Steve, “While Diana wore your costume, and fantasized about being Wonder Woman?” “That’s about it, Steve,” said Wonder Woman. “I was at Diana’s apartment, and...” “You were sitting around naked?” repeated Steve, feeling a stirring in his loins at the thought. Concluding that she was convincing Steve of her intention to prove her point regarding the relationship between Wonder Woman and Diana Prince, the superheroine changed the subject by suggesting, “Tell you what, Steve. Why don’t I come around to your place tonight, and we can... talk?” “Talk?” repeated Steve. “Er..., sure. Why not?” “It’s a date then,” said Wonder Woman. “Well, I’ve got to go. Superheroine stuff, you know.” Then, Wonder Woman turned to Diana and said, “I hope everything is all right now, Diana. I’ll see you later.” Diana stared daggers at Wonder Woman. She wanted to talk to her clone about the article in the paper, and wanted to get an explanation. She also wanted to know why she made a date with Steve. That wasn’t part of the plan! But the superheroine quickly left with a sly smile on her face.
Back at her apartment after work, Diana Prince confronted her carbon copy about the newspaper report. “What was this all about?” asked Diana. “Oh that,” said Wonder Woman. “It’s nothing. I just got a little... carried away, I guess you could say.” “’Carried away’?” repeated Diana. “You pummeled one man into unconsciousness and tore the other man’s p.., p..., privates off!” Diana couldn’t bring herself to say the word, “penis.” “They were criminals,” declared Wonder Woman. “Even worse, they were men!” “But did you have to be so rough?” asked Diana. “The man you castrated isn’t expected to live!” “Look Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “He was pointing his er..., ‘thing’ at me, so I took care of it.” “What do you mean he was ‘pointing’ it at you?” asked Diana. “Well, I saw this bulge in his pants, and I knew what that meant!” declared Wonder Woman. “So I took care of it!” “But that happens all the time,” countered Diana. “Men always get that way when they see Wonder Woman. It goes with the territory!” “Well, this time I felt insulted,” said Wonder Woman. “So I took care of the little twerp.” “Well, it’s not the image the ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine’ should have,” declared Diana. “If you ask me.” “Well, I’m not asking you,” said Wonder Woman, matter-of-factly. “Now, I have to be off. I have a date with Steve, remember?” “You’re not!” protested Diana. “You can’t! We need to merge back together, and it will probably take all night. We... that is..., er..., I can see Steve later. We...,” “Look Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “I’m going to see Steve. Tonight.” “And as for merging back together,” continued the superheroine, “I think we should stay separate for a while.” “Stay separate?” meekly repeated Diana. “We shouldn’t take the chance! Don’t you think...?” “Look Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “I’ll do as I please. Not another word.” “But...,” started Diana. Wonder Woman was at the end of her patience. “I see I’m going to have to do something about your attitude, Diana Prince,” she said in exasperation. Wonder Woman removed her Magic Lasso from her waist and quickly wrapped it around Diana. Diana felt what little will she still had quickly being stripped from her. “Diana Prince,” started Wonder Woman. “You will forget ever being Wonder Woman. You are meek and mild Diana Prince, and have never been anyone else. There is only one Wonder Woman, me. Do you understand?” “I... understand,” replied Diana. “Your memories will be consistent with the idea that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman are two separate people,” continued the costumed Amazon. “Diana Prince and Wonder Woman are merely acquaintances. You, Diana Prince, look up to Wonder Woman and wish you could be her, but realize you never can. All the memories you have of being Wonder Woman are now erased!” Wonder Woman then removed her Magic Lasso from around Diana Prince. Immediately, the demure secretary woke from her Magic Lasso-induced haze, looked at the superheroine and said, “Wonder Woman? Er..., what were we talking about?” “Oh nothing,” said Wonder Woman. “I was just leaving. Good night.” “Good night, Wonder Woman,” said Diana. “And thank you for letting me wear your costume, even though it didn’t do me any good. I guess I’ll have to accept the fact that I’m nothing more than an ordinary secretary, loyally devoted to my boss. I could never be as awesome as you.” “That’s right, Diana,” said Wonder Woman. Then, she added, as she left the apartment, “I’ll say ‘Hi’ to Steve for you.” “Steve?” repeated Diana Prince with a look of concern on her face. “What is Wonder Woman going to do with Steve?”
What Diana Prince/Wonder Woman failed to account for in her amazing transmutation was the effect such a split would have on each of the two women’s personalities. As she had mused when describing the process to her twin, she had indeed been split into two distinct persons, just like that episode of “Star Trek.” But what she overlooked was what effect the transformation would have on each of the two twins’ personalities! For indeed, also like that episode of “Star Trek,” one woman was excessively meek, while the other was inordinately aggressive!
The next morning, Steve Trevor returned to work. He needed a shave, and his clothes were wrinkled from having been slept in. Diana Prince couldn’t help but notice the black eye he sported, but she thought better than to ask him about it. Steve turned to Diana and said, “Diana, I want to apologize for what happened the other day.” “Oh, that’s all right, Steve,” replied Diana. “But I can’t help thinking what a compliment it is to be suspected of being Wonder Woman. After all, she’s so beautiful.” “Beautiful,” repeated Steve quietly as he turned away from Diana. His thinking returned to the night before. He had gone home after work, and was giddily waiting for Wonder Woman to arrive, as she had promised. For years he had tried to get the superheroine to come to his place. But Wonder Woman had been uninterested in spending an evening alone with him until now. Steve had felt a sense of accomplishment, realizing that now, the woman he lusted after seemed to finally be coming around. Steve had opened a bottle of wine, and put it on ice. He then changed into a silk smoking jacket, and waited for Wonder Woman’s arrival. Soon, the doorbell rang. Steve got up to answer the door. When he opened it, there, in all her glory, complete with her fists on her hips and jutting out her ample breasts was Wonder Woman. She had a look of grim determination on her face. “Wonder Woman!” said Steve. “I’m so glad you came! Come in!” As Wonder Woman entered the house, Steve asked the dazzling superheroine, “Care for a glass of wine?” “Sure Stevie,” replied Wonder Woman. Steve poured two glasses of wine, and smiled inwardly at being called Stevie.” Wonder Woman had never referred to him in such an overly familiar, almost childish, manner. Steve brought forth the two glasses of wine, and to his surprise, Wonder Woman took them both. She downed the first glass in one gulp. Then, after taking a gasp of breath, downed the other. “Ah,” she said. “Much better.” Then, handing the empty wineglasses back to Steve, Wonder Woman ordered, “Get me a refill.” Steve turned to pour another glass as Wonder Woman looked around. “Nice place you have here,” she said. “Thank you,” replied Steve. “But I think it could use a woman’s touch,” said Wonder Woman as Steve handed her another glass of wine. Steve was elated as he thought, Was Wonder Woman hinting at something? That perhaps maybe she wanted to move in and live with him? If so, why now, after all those years of him foolishly chasing after her and trying to get her to marry him? Surely, it couldn’t be! Then, as if in answer to Steve’s musings, Wonder Woman said, as she gulped more wine while looking around, “Yes, this will do. Of course, I’ll have to do some major redecorating...,” “What are you suggesting, Wonder Woman?” asked Steve. “I would have thought that was obvious, Steve,” said Wonder Woman. “I’m moving in!” “Oh, sweetheart!” exclaimed Steve as he quickly embraced the Amazon. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth! Who shall we invite to the wedding?” “Get your hands off me!” commanded Wonder Woman, as she grasped Steve’s arms and tore them away. “But dearest,” said Steve, dumbfounded. “What’s wrong? I thought you just said you were moving in! Naturally, I thought we’d get married first, and...,” “’Get married’?” repeated Wonder Woman with incredulity. “To you? HA! The great Wonder Woman assuming the role of a housewife in domestic tranquility? Pumping out little brats? Is that what you have in mind? Well, you can forget it!” “But you said...,” started Steve. “I said that I was moving in,” said Wonder Woman. “I didn’t say anything about you staying! And don’t call me ‘dearest’!” “But this is my house!” protested Steve. “I live here!” Wonder Woman thought for a moment and said, “All right. I suppose you can stay.” Steve, suddenly realizing that perhaps the argument he was having was his love’s strange idea of a joke, smiled and put his hand around the waist of the costumed woman. He started to say, in lighthearted sarcasm, “Why thank you, sweetheart! It’s nice of you to let...,” “I told you to keep your hands to yourself!” said Wonder Woman, who immediately threw a left jab into Steve’s face. Reeling from the impact, Steve covered his face in pain. “Wonder Woman!” he said, as he wiped away the blood spurting from his nose. “How could you...?” “Quiet!” commanded Wonder Woman. “Or I’ll give you another! Now, I’m going to bed.” Just as Steve was hoping to hear the love of his life beckon him to follow, she said, “You stay out here, on the couch!”
At noon, Diana discovered that she needed some lunch money. But when she went to the ATM, she discovered that not only was her checking account seriously overdrawn, but also her life’s savings had disappeared, and her credit card had been maxed out well over its limit. She went inside the bank to investigate, but when she reported what she thought was a mistake by the bank, she was told that the withdrawals and charges had been made earlier that day, and were all quite legal. She left the bank, dumbfounded as to what could have happened to all her money. She was especially concerned since she was already overdue on her rent for the past two months. (She had meant to pay her rent, but her activities as Wonder Woman, of which she no longer had any memory, had kept her too busy.) At the end of the day, Steve bid farewell to Diana and left the office for home. When he arrived, he found that his key no longer fit the lock. After ringing the doorbell and knocking loudly, he heard Wonder Woman’s voice cry out from inside, “Who is it?”
“It’s Steve!” he replied. “Let me in!” “Say the magic word!” commanded Wonder Woman from behind the locked door. “Please?” said Steve. Wonder Woman unlocked the door. Steve turned the doorknob and entered. Once inside, Steve saw that his entire house had been remodeled! He saw expensive and luxurious furniture as he entered, and gaudy artwork hung on the walls. “It’s about time you got here,” said Wonder Woman. “I’m famished!” “What’s going on here?” demanded Steve. “What have you done to my house?” “I told you I had to do some redecorating before I moved in,” said Wonder Woman. “Now, I feel comfortable. What’s for dinner?” “’Dinner’?” repeated Steve. “Yes,” said Wonder Woman. “Get into the kitchen and start cooking!” “But Wonder Woman...,” started Steve, not used to being ordered around. “Look, either go into the kitchen right now,” commanded Wonder Woman. “Or I’ll give you another shiner to match the one you already have!” Realizing that it might not be a good idea to further antagonize the superheroine, Steve moved toward the kitchen. “Just a moment,” said Wonder Woman. “Change your clothes first. You’re all wrinkled.” Yes, thanks to you making me sleep on the couch last night, thought Steve, as he made his way into his bedroom. There, he noticed that Wonder Woman had also been busy. His bed had been replaced, and none of his other furniture could be found. In one corner was a new vanity with a large mirror. A maid’s uniform was draped over the vanity’s chair. Steve went to his closet to change, but found it had been filled with all sorts of expensive designer clothes for women. He called out, “Hey! Where are my clothes?” Wonder Woman came into the bedroom and said, “Your clothes? Oh, those rags. I gave them away.” “You what?!” asked Steve. “You gave away my clothes?” “Yes,” confirmed Wonder Woman. “That’s right.” “Well then,” said Steve. “What am I supposed to wear?” “Why that, of course,” said Wonder Woman, pointing to the maid’s uniform. “Are you out of your mind?” asked Steve, already concluding the answer was in the affirmative. “Look, Steve..., er..., ‘Stephanie,’ -yes, that’s what I’ll call you now-,” said Wonder Woman. “I decided I need a maid to look after my various needs. I couldn’t very well ask some woman to be so subservient to me, so I decided to give the job to you! Now, get dressed and go to the kitchen! And no more backtalk, or you know what will happen!” Steve reluctantly submitted to the Amazon’s directive. He took off his clothes and hung them up. Wondering if they were to meet the same fate as his others, he asked, “Are you going to burn these, too?” “No silly,” said Wonder Woman. “You’ll need that suit to wear to work, at least for a little while longer.” Then, Steve put on the maid’s uniform. Wonder Woman helped Steve by zipping up the back. “Don’t forget the pumps,” she said. Steve wondered what Wonder Woman meant by needing his regular clothes ‘for a little while longer’.
Steve put on the high-heeled shoes and went to the kitchen. As a bachelor, he had learned quite a bit about concocting sumptuous dinners for himself. Perhaps, he thought, if I can satisfy Wonder Woman with some of my cooking, I can get her to calm down. Steve worked diligently, and created a dinner that would have been the envy of any gourmet. He presented it to Wonder Woman, and waited expectantly. Wonder Woman looked down at the marvelous dish set before her. With a sneer, she looked at Steve and said, “What is this garbage?!” She then took the plate and hurled it across the room! “I see I’ll have to go out for dinner,” declared Wonder Woman as she stomped off to the bedroom to don one of the expensive dresses she had purchased earlier that day with Diana Prince’s credit card. “Now, clean this place up!” Wonder Woman returned from the bedroom dressed in a slinky black dress that left little to the imagination and declared, “Now Stephanie, as punishment for your failure to satisfy me, you shall go to bed without your supper!” Rather than protesting, Steve Trevor thought it better that he accede to the superheroine’s wishes. He started to sheepishly walk toward his bedroom. “Stop!” commanded Wonder Woman. “That’s MY bedroom! Yours is downstairs, in the cellar!” Wonder Woman led the way, and after directing Steve to the basement, locked the door behind him. “Nighty-night, Stephanie! Sleep tight! And don’t let the bedbugs bite!” Much to Steve’s consternation, in his present condition bedbugs were indeed something with which to be concerned. For he found himself alone among the clutter of the basement of his house, a mess that was made worse by all the Amazonian scientific gadgets, including the Purple Ray, Wonder Woman had removed from Diana Prince’s apartment and had stored there for safekeeping. In one corner was a small cot. “I guess this is the servant’s quarters,” he said to himself as he removed his maid’s uniform and prepared to go to bed. “I wonder what she’s planning. Whatever it is, I have to stop it! But how?” Steve looked around for a means of escape, but only found a window to the surface that was too small for him to crawl through. Steve thought he would be up all night pondering his situation, but instead fell fast asleep.
That evening, Wonder Woman, disguised in her expensive dress, went out for the evening. She had of course disguised herself many times before in her alter ego of Diana Prince, but this time was different. The conservative bun she previously wore in her Diana Prince identity was gone. The dress she wore, unlike Diana Prince’s modest business suit, heightened her fabulous figure, rather than obscuring it. At first, Wonder Woman went to dinner. She went to the most expensive restaurant in town, and had an extravagant feast. While she was there, all eyes were focused on her striking beauty. Even the sommelier was affected. When Wonder Woman ordered the most expensive wine on the menu, the man spilled it, as his attention was directed at the superheroine’s large cleavage while he poured. All the attention had not gone unnoticed by Wonder Woman. She left the restaurant and headed for a nearby upscale dance club. There, many more men directed their attention to the disguised Amazon, and she soon found herself surrounded by all sorts of men, each with the same thing on their minds. Wonder Woman decided to use her attractiveness to carry out more of her unbridled aggression. She danced with one of the men, and followed his suggestion when he asked her to join him outside. The man opened his car door for Wonder Woman, and she wasted no time in carrying out her plan. A short while later another man approached the statuesque beauty who had returned to the club. He suffered the same fate as the first. Then the process was repeated, again and again, until no less than twelve men had fallen to Wonder Woman’s “charms.” The next day, Wonder Woman giggled as she read the headline, “A Dozen Men Mutilated as ‘Black Widow’ Attacks.”
Hungry from having missed lunch, due to her money problems at the bank, Diana Prince left work that day for home. When she reached her apartment, she, like Steve, found that the key to her apartment didn’t fit. She went to her building manager’s office to find out what was wrong. “Sorry, Miss Prince,” said the manager. “You’re two months in arrears. I’m afraid I can’t let a deadbeat like you live here any longer.” “But, I have to live somewhere!” protested Diana. She couldn’t for the life of her remember what had caused her to be past due. “I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about that,” said the manager as he handed Diana an envelope. “Here is your eviction notice.” “I..., I understand,” said Diana, meekly avoiding further argument. “But where are my things? My clothes?” “There in this shipping box,” said the manager. “By the way, your security deposit will applied towards repairing those unauthorized alterations you made to that unit. You’ll get a bill for the balance.” “What alterations?” asked Diana, as she retrieved the small package with all her personal possessions, of which she had few. “Well, that hidden panel, of course,” said the manager. “What hidden panel?” asked Diana, of course not remembering that she installed it to kept all of Wonder Woman’s secret Amazonian devices concealed. “I don’t know about any hidden panel...” “It wasn’t there when you moved in, so you must have put in yourself,” said the manager, dismissing Diana’s claim. “In any case, you’re out. I’m sorry.” Diana Prince considered her position. She was out of money, hungry, and now homeless! She had to find a place to sleep before she went to work the next day. But where could she go? Then Diana thought, Steve! I’ll ask him for help! Diana looked through her purse and found just enough change to make a phone call. She dialed Steve’s number, and patiently waited for an answer. After three rings, the phone clicked. “Steve?” said Diana. “It’s Diana. I’m in a lot of trouble, and...,” “Hi,” interrupted the voice of Steve Trevor. “This is Steve Trevor. Leave a message at the tone...,” “Shades of Pluto!” exclaimed Diana in frustration. “An answering machine!” Then, she thought to herself, ‘Shades of Pluto’? Where did that come from? When the message finished, Diana, almost weeping, said, “Steve, this is Diana. I’m in a lot of trouble, and I need your help. You can’t call me back, so I...,” Just then, a beep sounded again, indicating the end of the tape. “Great Hera!” said Diana. “That was too short! And I didn’t even get my quarter back!” Then again, dumbfounded, she said to herself, “’Great Hera’? Why did I say that?” Failing to find any more change in her purse, Diana resigned herself to walking to Steve’s house. It was across town, and it would take her hours to get there, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. Everyone at her office had gone home by now, so she couldn’t ask one of her co-workers for a ride. She had no more money to call them, in any case. It was several hours after dark when Diana Prince, dead on her high-heeled feet, arrived at Steve’s house. Diana’s arrival was just after her double’s departure. Diana knocked on the door of Steve Trevor’s house, and rang the doorbell. She had hoped that by now, Steve would have heard her message and been expecting her. But when no one answered the door, Diana was downcast. She called out, “Steve? Steve? It’s me, Diana!” Steve Trevor, locked in his basement, had heard the doorbell ring, and heard Diana call out. Moving to the window, he opened it, and called out, “Diana?” Diana heard Steve, and approached the window. “Steve?” she asked. “What are you doing down there?” “It’s a long story, Diana,” said Steve. “I’m locked down here. I need your help.” “What can I do?” asked Diana. Steve told Diana to look around for a key. Figuring that Wonder Woman would need a way of entering his house, and without pockets in her costume in which to keep a key, Steve thought that there had to be a key in some strategic hiding place. Eventually, Diana found one under the front doormat. Diana retrieved the key and entered the house. A moment later, she unlocked the door to Steve’s basement and set him free. “Thanks for coming to my rescue, Diana,” said Steve, dressed only in his underwear. His comment gave Diana an impression of dejavu. She felt that she had once or twice come to Steve’s rescue in the past, but she dismissed the idea. “What happened?” asked Diana. Steve related the story of Wonder Woman’s domination. Diana looked around Steve’s house, and saw how it had been redecorated, She thought it pleasant, in spite of Steve’s description, and thought it reflected her own tastes which she found surprisingly similar. “A maid’s uniform?” she said, thinking to herself that she, too, had fantasies about Steve being adorned in such a manner. “Yes,” confirmed Steve. “I think Wonder Woman’s gone mad. I must get dressed and find her before she causes more mayhem.” Steve went into his bedroom and fetched his clothes. “Maybe you’d better wait,” proposed Diana. “You don’t really know where she is right now, and it’s obvious she’ll eventually come back here. Then maybe both of us can help her.” “I suppose you’re right,” agreed Steve. “You must be hungry,” suggested Diana. “After she locked you up without your supper.” “Yes,” agreed Steve. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” “Well, you just sit right down, and I’ll cook you some dinner,” said Diana. Steve sat down, and Diana went to work in the kitchen. She made Steve a nice dinner, and secretly hoped that he would be suitably impressed at her prowess at cooking. And while Steve was eating, Diana took the last set of clothes he had and cleaned and pressed them. “You’ll make some man a nice wife someday,” said Steve after he had finished eating and inspected Diana’s handiwork with his suit. “I can only have faith,” said Diana with a smile. “But not just ‘some man,’ I hope. I...,” “By the way,” interrupted Steve. “Why did you come over? It sure was a stroke of luck you came by when you did.” Diana related her problem. When she was finished, Steve said, “You really do have a problem. Maybe we can do something about it tomorrow. For now, let me help.” “What do you have in mind?” expectantly asked Diana. “Well, I can drive you to a nearby motel,” said Steve. “That way, you’ll have a place to sleep tonight. You can pay me back next payday.” Diana was disheartened. She had hoped that Steve would invite her to spend the night with him at his house, and in his bed. But then she realized that it might not look too good to Wonder Woman if she indeed returned. “Thank you, Steve,” said Diana. “I’d appreciate that.” Steve got dressed, and drove Diana to a cheap motel near their office. When he returned home, Wonder Woman was waiting. “How did you get out of the basement?!” demanded Wonder Woman. Thinking it would be a good idea to humor the superheroine’s attitude, Steve replied, “Diana came over and let me out. It seems she had some trouble at her bank today, and walked all the way over here to get some help.” Since she had been the cause of them, Wonder Woman knew all about Diana’s troubles. “Oh?” asked Wonder Woman. “And where is Diana now?” “She’s staying at a motel near the office,” replied Steve. Then, he asked, “Look, Wonder Woman, do you have to lock me downstairs? It’s damp and cluttered down there. With all your stuff, there’s hardly any room.” Wonder Woman considered Steve’s request. Now that she was back in the house, she didn’t need to keep Steve locked up. Besides, it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to be near all her Amazonian scientific devices, especially the Purple Healing Ray. He might discover the truth and figure out how to make the device work. He might use it to merge her back with Diana. This was a concern, for Wonder Woman had resolved that she and Diana Prince would forever remain separate entities. “All right Steve,” agreed Wonder Woman. “You’ve been a good boy. You can sleep on the couch again tonight. But if you misbehave...” “Look, I’ve really got to get up early tomorrow,” said Steve. “Can we finish this discussion later?” “All right,” agreed Wonder Woman. “I’ll get you your pajamas.” “’Pajamas’?” repeated Steve. “I don’t wear pajamas to bed. I...” Then, thinking from his experience with the maid’s uniform that it would be best not to contest the point, Steve said, “All right.” Wonder Woman smirked knowingly and said, “Don’t worry, Steve. You’ll like the pajamas I got for you. They’re made from silk.” Steve put the pajamas on and indeed, the material felt nice.
The next morning, Steve Woke up early. Wonder Woman was already dressed and said, “Good Morning, Steve.” She called me “Steve,” instead of “Stephanie,” thought Steve. That’s a good sign. Maybe she’s over her fit of craziness. “Did you like sleeping in those pajamas?” asked Wonder Woman. “They were luxurious,” said Steve, hoping to impress the superheroine. “I’m glad to hear that,” said Wonder Woman. “Because I have another surprise for you.” “What is it?” asked Steve, hoping that this latest ‘surprise’ would not be as humiliating as the earlier ones. But since Wonder Woman was still referring to him as “Steve,” he felt a little more confident. “You’ll find out,” said Wonder Woman. “Now, get ready to go to the office. Take your shower, and I’ll lay out your suit. I see Diana did a good job ironing it for you.” Steve did as he was told. After shaving and showering, he dried himself and put on a silk robe. Then, he prepared to get dressed. After rummaging through the chest of drawers in his bedroom that had been filled with Wonder Woman’s things, he called out, “Wonder Woman? I can’t find any clean underwear. Where...?” Then he realized, she might have tossed them out the day before, along with the rest of his clothes. “That’s the surprise I was telling you about,” said Wonder Woman. “Look under your suit, there, on my bed.” Steve turned and looked underneath the clothes he was to wear that day. There, he saw a pair of blue silk panties with white stars, an obvious copy of Wonder woman’s briefs, and a silk brassiere. “You can’t be serious!” said Steve. “I thought you said you liked the feel of silk,” said Wonder Woman. “Sure I do,” said Steve. “The pajamas were wonderful. But to wear women’s underwear to work..., What if somebody finds out? You know how the military feels about gays. If someone saw me wearing these, I’d be dishonorably discharged!” “Oh, don’t be silly!” said Wonder Woman. “Who’s going to find out?” “Now, admit it, Steve,” continued Wonder Woman. “You really like the idea of wearing that underwear, don’t you?” Steve had to admit to himself that he was fascinated by the idea of wearing the women’s silk underwear, especially after having worn the silk pajamas the night before. And he was not worried about his masculinity. Besides, it would be kind of fun to face the danger of being exposed. It would be his little secret! “I guess so,” he replied. “What was that?” said Wonder Woman. “I said, ‘I like the idea of wearing women’s silk underwear,’” “I’m glad to hear that,” said Wonder Woman.
A short while later, Steve arrived at his office. He was excited at the thought of what he was wearing underneath his suit. He looked over at Diana who was engrossed in her newspaper again. This time, her attention was focused on the activities of the woman the paper dubbed “Black Widow.” “Good morning, Diana,” greeted Steve. “Good morning,” replied Diana as she looked up from her paper. “How did things go last night between you and Wonder Woman?” “I think she’s coming around,” said Steve. “I think she’ll be all right.” “I’m happy to hear that Steve,” said Diana, even though she really wasn’t. Diana was hoping Steve would find a way to break up with Wonder Woman, leaving Diana the opportunity to fill the void. “Now, about your problem,” started Steve. “I think we can...,” Before Steve could finish his statement, both he and Diana heard voices in a commotion coming form the outer office. Steve recognized one of the voices as belonging to his boss, the General. The other, he thought, sounded like..., “Wonder Woman!” exclaimed Diana as the superheroine burst into the office, closely followed by the General. “You can’t be serious, Wonder Woman!” declared the General. “I couldn’t believe it myself when I found out,” said Wonder Woman, but see for yourself!” Wonder Woman grabbed the lapels of Steve’s suit, and with one flex of her super strength, tore the dumfounded man’s outer clothing away, revealing the silk women’s underwear Wonder Woman had supplied him that morning. “Trevor!” bellowed the General at the sight of his second-in-command dressed in women’s underwear. After the General regained his composure, he demanded, “What have you got to say for yourself?” Bewildered at Wonder Woman’s betrayal, Steve was speechless. “Oh, Steve!” gasped Wonder Woman, putting on a display of deep emotion. “How could you...? And after I thought we might..., How could you be gay?” “But I’m not...,” started Steve. Wonder Woman quickly bound Steve in her Magic Lasso. “Don’t try to lie, Steve,” she commanded. “Tell the General what you told me about wearing silk women’s underwear.” “I..., er...,” started Steve, trying to resist the power of the Magic Lasso. “I said, ‘I like the idea of wearing silk women’s underwear.’” “Oh Steve,” sobbed Wonder Woman, putting on an exhibition of crocodile tears. “And to think I thought you were so masculine and virile!” The General turned to Wonder Woman, and in an effort to comfort her obvious loss of composure, said, “There, there, Wonder Woman. I’ll take care of things.” Then, the General turned to Steve and ordered, “Trevor, you are under arrest! Now, you’ve been a loyal officer up to this point, so I won’t put you in the stockade. You are to go home and remain under house arrest until your trial. Do you understand?” Having no alternative, Steve gave the General a brisk salute and replied, “Yes sir!” By this time, the military police had arrived. Acting on the General’s orders, they handcuffed Steve. “Take this man home,” ordered the General, who then turned to Diana Prince. “Diana, do you think you can handle things?” asked the General after Steve was led out. Diana Prince, still shocked at Steve’s betrayal, was speechless. “I..., I...,” was all she could mumble. “Prince!” said the General. “I said...,” “Never mind, General,” said Wonder Woman. “She’s just a secretary. She obviously can’t take over for Steve.” “But I need someone...,” started the General. “Tell you what General,” said Wonder Woman. “Steve and I have worked together for quite a while. I can take his job.” “Are you sure?” asked the General. “Well, as long as a real man is around to watch over me,” said Wonder Woman as she caressed the General’s chest. “I’m sure I’ll be all right.” “Well, er, if you think so,” said the General, as he started to blush. “Of course you can have the job. For as long as you like.” “Why thank you, General,” said Wonder Woman. “And I’ll see you later, all right?” “Yes,” replied the General. “Later.” The General hurried from the office as Wonder Woman turned to Diana and said, “Take a letter, Diana. I want you to type up the orders for Steve’s court-martial and my appointment to his position.”
When the MPs arrived with their prisoner at Steve Trevor’s house, they took a look around. Inside, they found the gaudy decorations Wonder Woman had installed. “Ugh,” grimaced one of the guards. “This place looks like a whorehouse!” The other guard then went into Steve’s bedroom, and saw all the clothes Wonder Woman had placed in Steve’s clothes closet. The guard made a mental note that there were no men’s clothes. Since it was well known that the principal female acquaintance Steve had was Wonder Woman, and she had never been seen dressed in anything but her costume, the guard concluded that the dresses must have belonged to Steve Trevor. “It doesn’t look too good for you, Colonel Trevor,” said the guard. “Not after I’ve seen what you’ve got in your closets.” “What do you mean?” asked Steve. Then he realized what the guard was saying. “Oh, those. They belong to Wonder Woman. She moved in and...,” “Wonder Woman, eh?” interrupted the guard. “You can’t fool me, Trevor. Wonder Woman never wears anything but that star-spangled costume.” “Now remember, Trevor,” continued the guard. “The General said you’re under house arrest. So don’t try to leave, or you’ll just make things worse.” “Don’t worry,” said Steve as he sat down on his couch and surrendered to his predicament. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Back at the office, Wonder Woman finished dictating her letters to Diana. “How could you do that to Steve?” Diana asked Wonder Woman. “He told me all about what you’ve been doing to him. Don’t you know how much he loves you? Can’t you see that you need help?” Wonder Woman started finding it increasingly annoying to have to deal with her former secret identity in this manner. “Help?” she asked. “Come on, Diana! He’s just another man!” “’Another man’?” repeated Diana. “How can you say that? He’s more than just ‘another man’!” “Look Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “We Amazons know that men have screwed up this world something awful. So I have decided to take steps to correct things. Taking over Steve’s powerful position is just the first phase of my plan. Soon, all men will fall under the high heels of my boots! No man can stop me, no matter how powerful!” Diana was aghast. But she somehow knew that if anyone could carry out such a desperate plan, Wonder Woman could. “Surely there’s one man that can stop you!” asserted Diana. “Well, whoever it is, I’ll castrate him, the way I did those men last night,” said Wonder Woman, matter-of-factly. “You mean YOU are the woman who did all those horrible mutilations last night?!” asked Diana. “You are the ‘Black Widow’?” “Is that what the newspaper named me?” asked Wonder Woman. “Whose byline is it? I’ll have to compliment whoever it was on their lack of creativity.” Diana couldn’t believe how cold Wonder Woman was acting. “Please, Wonder Woman,” begged Diana. “Stop your nefarious scheme before it’s too late. Let’s get the General back in here, and you can explain everything. If you surrender now, I’m sure it will go easier on you. Let me call the General, and...,” “Put down that phone!” ordered Wonder Woman as Diana began dialing the General’s number. “Look, Diana. Either you help me here in the office, or Steve will get worse. I haven’t gone as far with him as those other men, you know. At least not yet. So if you want Steve to remain a man, you’d better do as I say. Do you understand?” “I..., understand,” meekly agreed Diana. “Now, what was I saying?” asked Wonder Woman. “Oh, yes. Who’s the reporter who wrote that ‘Black Widow’ story?” Diana retrieved her paper and read the byline. “It says,” said Diana, “By Lois Lane, on loan from the Daily Planet.”
Wonder Woman leaned back in Steve Trevor’s chair and placed her high-heeled boots on his desk. With a sly grin, she read Lois Lane’s story in the paper: “Last night, at a well-known nightclub downtown, several male patrons went looking for love, and found something else. Or, more appropriately, lost something. “It seems that a statuesque brunette, the envy of many of the patrons, both male and female, at the popular ‘meet market,’ decided to quite literally take matters into her own hands. “No less than twelve men, of all shapes, sizes, and station, suffered a drastic case of genital mutilation. To be specific, they were castrated. “Witnesses described the alleged assailant as a tall, statuesque, and well-endowed brunette. One witness went so far as to say it was in fact the superheroine Wonder Woman who had been accused of a similar act during the foiling of a bank robbery a few nights ago. “But when questioned further, the witnesses did not state that the mystery woman wore the familiar red, white, and blue costume of Wonder Woman. Instead, the ‘Black Widow’ wore, as her moniker implies, a fashionable black dress. But they nonetheless felt that the mystery woman did have a striking resemblance to the famed Amazon. “Was this ‘Black Widow’ in reality the ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine’? Could Wonder Woman have a secret identity? Or is it just some woman acting out her understandable frustrations, much the same way Lorena Bobbit acted out hers? This reporter would like to know. “So, Wonder Woman, wherever you are, this reporter would like to get your opinion. Is this just an isolated incident? Or has the oppression and harassment of women reached such epidemic proportions that soon, all women will be striking out against men in this manner? You’re an expert on the role of women in society, so let me hear from you.” Wonder Woman put the paper down and turned to Diana. “Put in a call to Lois Lane,” ordered Wonder Woman to her new secretary. “She and I need to talk.” “Yes ma’am,” said Diana.
At the end of the day, Wonder Woman bid goodbye to Diana, and said that she was going to Steve’s house to keep an eye on him and to make sure he was obeying the conditions of his house arrest. Diana Prince went to her motel room. Unfortunately, she learned that Steve had only paid for one night at the motel, and she again was without a place to sleep. She thought of Steve. But after all the trouble he had been through that day, she couldn’t go to him. So, she decided to ask her new boss, Wonder Woman, for help. Again, due to her destituteness, she had to walk for hours across town to Steve’s house where Wonder Woman had said she was headed. When Wonder Woman came home, Steve was waiting. He demanded some answers. Wonder Woman ignored him and said, “I have a few guests coming over tonight, Steve. So I’m afraid I’ll have to lock you in the basement again. And you’ll have to be quiet down there, or else..., well..., let’s just say that the ‘Black Widow,’ whom I’m sure you’ve heard about, may strike again.” Steve had indeed heard of the “Black Widow,” and could guess what Wonder Woman meant. So he quietly obeyed his mistress’ command and went to the basement. A few minutes after Wonder Woman locked Steve in his basement, the doorbell rang. Wonder Woman went to the door and thought to herself that her guests were early. But when she opened the door, instead of her expected company, standing at the door was Diana Prince. “Oh,” said Wonder Woman. “Hello, Diana.” “Hello, Wonder Woman,” replied Diana. “I need your help.” “What can I do for you, Diana?” asked Wonder Woman, feeling strange hearing herself ask her for help. Diana related the story of her financial disaster, of which Wonder Woman was all too familiar, since she had caused it. When Diana was finished, Wonder Woman thought that it might be a good idea to keep closer tabs on Diana, lest she cause some trouble. “Well Diana,” said Wonder Woman. “I can’t give you any money, but I suppose you could spend the night here. Unfortunately, I’m expecting some important guests tonight, so I’ll have to ask you to stay in the basement. But don’t worry. You’ll have company.”
Diana followed Wonder Woman to the door to the basement. “Company?” asked Diana as she stepped down. “Yes,” said Wonder Woman. “Steve’s down there. Now, please be quiet. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Wonder Woman locked the door. Some time later, the visitors Wonder Woman expected finally arrived. Wonder Woman opened the door and greeted them. “Lois Lane!” said Wonder Woman. “And I see you’ve brought Clark Kent with you too, as I requested. Please come in!”
After exchanging pleasantries, Wonder Woman bid her guests to sit in the living room. “Nice place you have here, Wonder Woman,” said Lois. “Thanks Lois,” said Wonder Woman. “But isn’t this Steve Trevor’s house?” asked Clark, who, to this point had been strangely silent, trying to determine what was going on. “Yes, that’s right,” said Wonder Woman. “I finally decided to move in.” “Where is he?” asked Clark. “Oh he’s around,” said Wonder Woman. “So you and your long-suffering boyfriend are finally living together,” said Lois. “I envy you. Now, about this ‘Black Widow’ business..., Are you...?” “Why do you envy me?” asked Wonder Woman, interrupting Lois’ attempt at an interview. “What?” asked Lois, her chain of thought suspended. “I asked, ‘Why do you envy me?’” said Wonder Woman. “Well,” replied Lois. “I suppose I envy you because you finally got your man, and mine is..., er..., still elusive.” Wonder Woman glanced at Clark Kent, who seemed to be squirming. “Well, maybe he is afraid,” suggested Wonder Woman. “Maybe he has something to hide.” “We are talking about the same man, aren’t we?” asked Lois. “Superman?” “That’s right,” confirmed Wonder Woman. “Superman.” “Well, what about him?” asked Lois. She was starting to lose her patience. “Just this!” replied Wonder Woman as she quickly draped her Magic Lasso around Clark’s shoulders. Then, she grasped Clark’s shirt and tore it away, revealing the red and yellow “S” underneath. Superman, betrayed by Wonder Woman’s exposing of his secret identity, and powerless from the Magic Lasso’s effects, tried to protest. Superman started to speak, but Wonder Woman ordered him, “Shut up!” Bowing to the Magic Lasso’s power, the Man of Steel immediately fell mute. “Clark!” exclaimed Lois. “Superman? Clark is Superman? Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Wonder Woman? That after all these years, my suspicions were right? Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same?” “That’s right Lois,” confirmed Wonder Woman. “How did you know?” asked Lois. “Oh, I’ve known it ever since I met him,” said Wonder Woman. “When we formed the Justice League, I guess.” “So he thought it was okay for you to know, but not me?” asked Lois. “That’s about the size of it,” said Wonder Woman. “How does it make you feel?” “Betrayed I guess,” said Lois. “But you somehow knew that that was how I’d feel, didn’t you, Wonder Woman?” “Yes,” replied Wonder Woman. “How?” asked Lois. “Because my boyfriend, er..., my ex-boyfriend, that is, felt the same way when he found out my secret identity,” said Wonder Woman. “You mean Steve?” asked Lois. “That’s right,” confirmed Wonder Woman. “But why do you refer to him as your ‘ex-boyfriend’?” asked Lois. “You’re living in his house, aren’t you?” “He’s my ex-boyfriend because I’m through with men,” declared Wonder Woman. “I’m only using this house temporarily. Eventually, I’ll be living in the White House!” “The White House!?” repeated Lois, her reporter’s instincts now tweaked. “Just what is it you have in mind, Wonder Woman? And what does it have to do with Superman? And how does the ‘Black Widow’ fit in?” “I,” said Wonder Woman, “am the ‘Black Widow’!” admitted Wonder Woman. “How’s that for a secret identity?” “You?” asked Lois with surprise. “The ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine’ has been going around castrating men? Why?!” “Because it’s time for me to take over!” declared Wonder Woman. “But until tonight, I wasn’t sure I could succeed. I knew that at least one man could stand in my way. That is why I brought you here, Lois Lane. I reasoned that you, of all women, would be sympathetic to my ideals and join my cause, once I proved to you what a fool the man you loved was making of you!” “So, Lois Lane, now that you know my plan,” continued Wonder Woman. “And now you know that no man, not even Superman, can stand in my way, will you join me in my righteous cause?” Lois looked at Superman, still half-dressed in his Clark Kent disguise. Then, she turned to Wonder Woman. “Are his powers all gone?” asked Lois. “Permanently?” “Not yet,” replied Wonder Woman. “Although they soon will be. Watch.” Wonder Woman hit Superman square in the face with a left jab. Superman’s head snapped back, and a black ring formed around his eye as it swelled up. “See?” asked Wonder Woman. “His invulnerability is fading. Soon, all his powers will be gone forever, thanks to the sorcery of my Magic Lasso.” “And you intend to castrate him, too?” asked Lois. “Like you did all those other men?” “Not unless you want me to,” said Wonder Woman. “I thought that perhaps you might have a use for a whole ex-Superman, but if not...,” “No,” said Lois. “That won’t be necessary.” “What will it be then, Lois?” asked Wonder Woman. “Will you join me?” “Yeah,” agreed Lois. “I think I’d like that.”
Wonder Woman found a bottle of champagne and popped the cork. She retrieved two glasses, filled them, and handed one to Lois. “To victory!” proposed Wonder Woman. “To victory!” repeated Lois as she clinked her glass with the Amazon’s. “How long will it take,” asked Lois, glancing toward Superman, still sitting mute. “Before his powers are gone forever?” “About half an hour I think,” estimated Wonder Woman. “We have to keep him tied with the Magic Lasso until then.” Then, Wonder Woman said, “Lois...,” “Yes, Wonder Woman?” asked Lois. Wonder Woman was feeling the effects of the champagne as she said, “It’s hard for me to say this, but I..., That is, I...,” “Yes?” asked Lois. “I..., er...,” stammered Wonder Woman. “I find you very attractive.” There. She had said it. “You what?” asked Lois, disbelief in her voice. “I’ve been away from my home on Paradise Island for a long time, so I don’t really understand my feelings,” said Wonder Woman. “Except that I seem to have feelings for you.” “Sexual feelings?” asked Lois. “I think so,” said Wonder Woman. “I’m not sure.” “I’m very flattered,” said Lois. “What are you going to do about it?” “This,” said Wonder Woman, as she grabbed Lois’ neck and kissed her full on the lips. Surprised, Lois helplessly returned the kiss. Almost immediately, Wonder Woman pushed Lois away and said, “I’m sorry Lois. I don’t know what made me do that.” “That’s all right, Wonder Woman,” said Lois. “I understand. You were just trying to get in touch with your feelings, after all the emotional trauma you’ve been through recently.” Unbeknownst to Lois, when Wonder Woman was split in two, her sexual preferences became convoluted along with her personalities. The meek Diana Prince version became very feminine, consistent with her submissiveness, while the aggressive Wonder Woman rendition had more characteristics of masculinity. Thus, in her current state, Wonder Woman tended toward finding a lesbian affair attractive, something she had previously found distasteful. “You’re so understanding Lois,” said Wonder Woman with a smile. “Shall we start over?” “Why don’t you go into your bedroom and get undressed? I’ll be in in a moment,” suggested Lois with a smile. “Just let me make sure un-Superman won’t go anywhere.” Elated, Wonder Woman skipped off to the bedroom to prepare. After gulping down another glass of champagne, she quickly stripped herself naked and laid down on the bed in rapturous expectation.
After a few minutes, Wonder Woman was getting cold lying naked in her bed. She called out, “Lois? Lois sweetheart, I’m waiting!” Just as Wonder Woman was about to rise in search of her new darling, Lois entered the bedroom. “Here I am,” said Lois, as she held her hands behind her back. “What do we do first?” asked Wonder Woman. “Give me a hug,” said Lois. “All right,” agreed Wonder Woman as she rose from the bed and approached Lois. Wonder Woman draped her arms around Lois and looked longingly into her eyes. Smiling, Lois returned the gaze. “Lois, darling?” said Wonder Woman. “Yes, Wonder Woman?” replied Lois. “What have you got behind your back?” asked Wonder Woman, in giddy expectation. “Just this!” replied Lois as she quickly reached her arms around Wonder Woman’s naked waist and wrapped it with a familiar golden rope. “Your Magic Lasso!” Instantly, Wonder Woman froze. She had been tricked! “Now be quiet,” ordered Lois. “While we get to the bottom of this!” Then, Lois called out, “All right, Clark..., er Superman! You can come in now!” Superman entered the bedroom. As Lois handed him the Magic Lasso, he said, “Thanks, Lois. I can take it from here.” “Remember Clark,” said Lois. “I’m still upset with you for keeping your secret from me.” “All right Lois,” said Superman. “But let’s talk about it later, O.K.?” Then, Superman turned his attention to Wonder Woman. It took all of his now fully-restored super powers to keep his urges under control at the sight of the naked superheroine. “Now tell the truth,” commanded Superman. “Are you the real Wonder Woman?” “Yes,” replied the Amazon. “I don’t believe it!” said Superman. “I’ll try again.” “Are you Wonder Woman, and is your secret identity that of Diana Prince, demure secretary to Colonel Steve Trevor of Military Intelligence?” “Wonder Woman, yes,” said the Amazon. “Diana Prince, no.” Superman was more confused than ever. If this woman was the real Wonder Woman, how could she deny being Diana Prince? And if she was not Wonder Woman, then what was she doing with the Magic Lasso, which he knew from personal experience was real? And what was she doing in Steve Trevor’s house? Superman pressed further: “Is Diana Prince here?” “Yes,” replied Wonder Woman. More puzzlement! Wonder Woman had just denied that she was Diana Prince! But now, she said the woman was here! Superman decided to try a different tack. “Where is Colonel Steve Trevor?” he asked. “He is here,” replied Wonder Woman. “Where?” asked Superman, about to give up on the Magic Lasso’s sorcery. “In the basement...,” started Wonder Woman. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” interrupted Superman. He turned and called out, “Lois? Would you look and see if anyone’s in the basement?” “All right,” agreed Lois. “Wait!” said Superman. “Before you open the door to the cellar, let me make sure it’s safe.” Superman turned back to Wonder Woman and asked, “Is there anyone else in the basement with Steve?” asked Superman. “Diana Prince,” replied the naked woman. “Diana Prince?” repeated Superman. “But you’re..., (sigh) Now I’m really puzzled!”
A few seconds later, Steve and Diana were freed from the basement. Lois directed them to the bedroom where Superman had dressed the bound Wonder Woman in her costume. When Superman saw Diana Prince, he looked at her with suspicion. She must be an imposter, he thought. But why was she in the cellar with Steve? Then, Superman used his microscopic vision to prove to himself that the woman from the basement was not Diana Prince, the alter ego of Wonder Woman. He looked at her fingerprints, and then looked at Wonder Woman’s. To Superman’s surprise, they were a perfect match! They must be clones, thought Superman. But why did only one of them have super powers? And how did that explain Wonder Woman’s anti-male aggression?
“So, you don’t remember ever being Wonder Woman?” Superman asked Diana. “No,” said Diana. “I’ve never been anything but meek and mild Diana Prince, and have never been anyone else.” Unknowingly, Diana repeated verbatim the command her carbon copy had given her. “Wait a minute,” said Steve. “Does this have anything to do with what happened the other day in my office, when the terrorists attacked?” “Why?” asked Superman. “What happened?” Steve related the incident, and how he caught Diana changing into costume, and how then it was proven to him that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman were two different people. “And that coincided with the first mutilation,” added Lois. “Of the bank robber by Wonder Woman.” “Well Diana,” said Superman. “If you don’t know what’s happening, then we’ll have to get it out of Wonder Woman.”
After a few more minutes of interrogation, the overly-aggressive version of Wonder Woman explained everything. “Where is the Purple Healing Ray now?” asked Superman. “It’s in the basement,” replied Wonder Woman. “Describe the process for reversal,” commanded Superman.
After quickly setting up the strange apparatus, Steve, Lois, and Superman looked on as Diana strapped herself in. “Now, it’s your turn,” Superman told the again-naked Wonder Woman. “Never!” replied the Amazon. “I want to stay just the way I am! I must carry out my plan!” “Wonder Woman,” started Superman. “Yes?” replied the Magic Lasso-bound Amazon. “Shut the fuck up, lie down, and go to sleep!” commanded the Man of Steel. Then, quietly, Superman said, “Bitch.” Lois winced at Superman’s choice of words. As Wonder Woman immediately complied, Superman told Steve and Lois, “I’ve always wanted to do that. She talks too much!”
Superman threw the switch, and a few moments later, the two women became one. As she woke up, Wonder Woman said, “Great Hera! Shades of Pluto! Thunderbolts of Jove!” “What is it?” asked Superman. “All those men!” said Wonder Woman. “I must quickly change into my Wonder Woman costume and go to their rescue!” “What can you do?” asked Lois. “The doctors have done all they can. Some will get better, some not.” “Don’t you understand?” asked Wonder Woman. “I can use my Purple Healing Ray on them! It’s the least I can do! Then, I’ll have to turn myself into the authorities, since those men will undoubtedly want justice for the pain, humiliation, and suffering I caused them!” “But I’m still a little weak from my transformation,” continued the superheroine. “So I’ll need your help, Superman. Please fly my Purple Healing Ray to the hospital. I’ll meet you there in my invisible plane.” “All right,” agreed Superman. “I’ll take Lois with me.” “And I shall stay with you sweetheart,” said Steve to Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman first trained her Purple Ray on the robber she had apprehended at the bank. His injuries, severe as they were, were relatively minor compared to the other thirteen men who had also been castrated. The Purple Healing Ray worked like a charm, and soon the man was again hale and hearty and ready to be returned to prison. The other men, however, were “tougher nuts to crack,” so to speak. “I can’t understand it,” said Wonder Woman in despair. “The Purple Ray should heal their organs completely, even regrowing them if necessary.” “Perhaps,” said Lois, “Your Amazon science isn’t as advanced as it needs to be, at least when it comes to men.” “That’s it!” agreed Wonder Woman. “I know just what to do! Let me make a few adjustments.” Wonder Woman made what she thought were the necessary modifications, and the men were brought in and again exposed to the Purple Ray’s regenerative effects. This time, the organs seemed to be recovering, but there was still a problem.
“The doctors report that the men are recovering nicely,” said Steve. “But there’s still a problem. None of them can get an erection.” “Well, I don’t know what else I can do,” said Wonder Woman. “I have an idea,” said Lois. “Maybe what they need is some good, old-fashioned, bedside manner.” “What do you mean, Lois?” asked Superman. “Yes Lois,” said Wonder Woman. “What do you have in mind?” “Come with me,” Lois said to Wonder Woman. “Superman, you stay here with Steve.” “But...,” Superman started to protest. “Never mind,” said Lois. “Us girls will take care of this. We’ll be back later.”
Lois led Wonder Woman into the room of the first man. When the man saw the superheroine, he said, “You! I hope you got a big reward for stopping our robbery, Wonder Whore! Because I’m going to sue you for everything you’ve got! That is, after I see you put in jail with all those other criminals you put in the slammer!” Lois whispered to Wonder Woman, “Go ahead! Do what I said!” Lois turned and left the room. After Wonder Woman was alone in the room with the robber, she said to the man, “That’s right. I’m a whore! I’m a Wonder Whore! Your fucking Wonder Whore!” The man was dumbfounded. Superheroines weren’t supposed to talk like that! “Let me show you what a whore I am!” continued Wonder Woman. She twisted her body seductively, and peeled her gold and red bustier down. Her large breasts sprang free, and she fondled her nipples, moaning all the time. The man in the bed stared in amazement at the Amazon as she continued her captivating striptease. His mouth dropped open as Wonder Woman slid her thumbs under the waist of her star-spangled silken briefs and peeled them down, revealing her virgin pussy. Slowly, she wiggled her hips until the skintight briefs fell to her ankles. Wonder Woman stepped out of her shorts, and stood, naked except for her boots, tiara, and bracelets. She placed her fists on her hips and smiled alluringly. “Wha..., what are you doing?” stammered the man. “Let me show you,” seductively whispered Wonder Woman. She approached the bed, and with one quick grasp, removed the bed covering from the man. She then lifted up the man’s gown, and lo and behold, revealed that the man’s penis was at full attention, enjoying a hard-on. The man was pleasantly surprised to find that his Johnson still seemed to work. But Wonder Woman wasn’t yet finished. “Let’s see if your little friend with the helmet is as healthy as he appears,” she said. Wonder Woman slowly climbed into the man’s bed and grabbed the hard member. Squeezing and stroking, Wonder Woman stretched the organ to its full length. She then placed it between her breasts and moved her chest up and down. After feeling the hot member between her cleavage for a few minutes, the Amazon noticed a small spot of pre-cum appear at the head. Elated at the effect of her ministrations, Wonder Woman continued her movements. Sticking her tongue out, she lapped at the white spot, teasing the man’s pink torpedo further. Then, without warning, she engulfed the rod with her mouth and sucked and licked for all she was worth. Going down all the way on the man, Wonder Woman almost gagged as the man’s third leg hit the back of her throat. A few seconds later, the man exploded inside her mouth, and Wonder Woman did and admirable job of cleaning up every drop. When she was finished swallowing, Wonder Woman looked into the man’s eyes and said, “What was that about taking me for everything I’ve got? I’ve just given you everything I’ve got!” “Ohhh!” was all the man could say as Wonder Woman got dressed and left the man’s room.
On and on went the Amazon. Thirteen men, thirteen intense blowjobs. When she was finished, Wonder Woman turned to Lois and said, “Thank you for your help. I didn’t know what to do.” “I guess I just know what it takes to really heal a man,” said Lois. “Yes,” agreed Wonder Woman. “I could learn a lot from you, Lois. But I still need to apologize for making a ‘pass’ at you earlier. Forgive me?” “Think nothing of it,” said Lois. “Besides, it was your aberrant behavior that clued me into realizing that something wasn’t right. I knew you weren’t a lesbian.” “I just don’t know what will happen to my superheroine reputation,” pondered Wonder Woman. “Now that I..., er..., ‘went down’ on all those men. What will people think when word gets out?” “Oh, I wouldn’t worry,” declared Lois. “Nobody would believe a bank robber who claimed the ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine’ performed fellatio on him. And as for the other twelve men, well, since they were all looking for sex anyway when you picked them up, they’re not going to tell. It wouldn’t sound right to any prospective women they might meet. I mean, for some girl to learn that her possible boyfriend needed help from Wonder Woman to ‘get it up,’ well, that wouldn’t do. Besides, how do they know you’re the real Wonder Woman, and not some doctor or nurse dressed up in a Wonder Woman costume performing an extreme form of therapy?” “Yes, I see what you mean,” said Wonder Woman. “In any case, I hope everything is all right between you and Clark, er, Superman.” “That reminds me,” said Lois. “Can I borrow your Magic Lasso for a minute?” “Sure Lois,” said Wonder Woman. “But what do you need it for?” “I’m going to have Superman make me forget he and Clark Kent are one and the same,” said Lois. “I know that when he is ready, he’ll tell me the truth, and I won’t be upset.”
“Well ladies,” started Superman, after Lois and Wonder Woman returned. “I understand all the men are fine now, and won’t be pressing charges. Just what did you do to get hem to recover, Wonder Woman?” “Well, er...,” stammered Wonder Woman. “It’s er...,” said Lois. “It’s an ancient Amazon secret that no man may know. Isn’t that right, Wonder Woman?” “Er, that’s right,” confirmed Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman then handed Lois her Magic Lasso, and Superman did as he was asked. He told Lois to forget Wonder Woman’s alter ego. Then, Wonder Woman turned to Steve and told him the same thing, to forget Superman’s secret identity. Then Superman took the Magic Lasso from Wonder Woman’s grip and released Steve. “Aren’t you going to tell Steve to forget about Wonder Woman and Diana Prince being one and the same?” asked Wonder Woman. “I’ll take care of Steve in a moment,” said Superman, as he gathered the precious golden rope into a coil. “But I want to talk to you alone first.” Steve Trevor took the hint and went into another room. “Look, Wonder Woman,” began Superman. “I don’t think you appreciate the need for superheroes and superheroines to have secret identities. Besides being very important to our effectiveness in saving the world, we also need to keep privacy in our lives. We need to have normal relationships with normal people.” “I understand Superman,” said Wonder Woman. “No, I don’t think you do,” countered Superman. “All this trouble started because you were sloppy in keeping your secret identity hidden.” Wonder Woman was perplexed by Superman’s attitude. “Sloppy?” she repeated. “It was an accident!” “An ‘accident’?” repeated Superman. “Perhaps. But maybe, just maybe, the unconscious desire you had to reveal yourself to Steve took over for a moment. And during that moment, you let down your guard.” “Maybe you’re right Superman,” said Wonder Woman. “I’ll have to try harder.” “Trying won’t be good enough,” said Superman. “We’ll have to make sure.” Wonder Woman pondered Superman’s statement. She had thought the conversation had ended. “What do you propose?” she asked. “Before I take care of Steve,” said Superman. “I’m going to use your Magic Lasso on you to plant some suggestions into your subconscious. Suggestions that will help you conceal your dual identity more effectively.” “But why use the Magic Lasso?” asked Wonder Woman. “Why not just tell me what you have in mind?” “Because if I use the Magic Lasso to plant the ideas deep into your subconscious, it will be less likely that you will forget them. But I need your full cooperation before I use the Magic Lasso, so that you will not fight the suggestions. Will you agree?”
Wonder Woman thought for a moment. Yes, she had allowed her feelings about Steve to cloud her judgement, and she desperately needed to keep control in order to continue her career as “Superheroine Number One.” So she agreed.
A few days later, Steve was back in his office, hard at work. Wonder Woman had explained to the General that her exposure of Steve in women’s underwear was part of a plan to capture some crooks. The General had been very understanding. Diana Prince got a new apartment, and her financial condition was made whole after she had returned all the exotic clothes and furniture Wonder Woman had bought after the split. Superman helped by moving the furniture and rearranging things back to normal. He also retrieved most of Steve’s clothes.
Later that week, after a normal day at work, Diana Prince saw a look of mournful longing on Steve Trevor’s face. I know that look, she thought to herself. Then she asked, “What is it, Steve? What’s wrong?” Steve looked at his secretary, and said, “I was thinking about Wonder Woman again.” No kidding, thought Diana. “I wonder if she’ll ever agree to become Mrs. Steve Trevor,” Steve continued. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll come around,” said Diana, grinning to herself. Steve looked at Diana and remarked out loud, “You know, Diana, It’s strange, but you never seem to be around when Wonder Woman is nearby. Funny, now that I come to think of it, since you two are such good friends, I would expect to see you together a lot. But I never have.” Uh-oh, thought Diana. Steve is getting suspicious again. What was it that Superman told her? About working harder to conceal her secret identity? Oh, yeah. “Are you suggesting that maybe your demure and devoted secretary, Diana Prince, has a revealing costume of red, white, and blue underneath her blouse? That’s she’s just waiting for some monstrous plot to hatch somewhere so she can make a mad dash to change into the ‘World’s Greatest Superheroine?” “You’re right, Diana,” said Steve. “It’s silly. You couldn’t be..., Could you?” Resolving to convince Steve of the belief that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman were two different people, Diana approached her superior and said, “Here. Let me prove it to you.” Slowly, Diana unbuttoned her blouse as she walked closer to Steve. Steve was watching his secretary’s movements as each button was undone. When Diana reached the last of her blouse’s buttons, she pulled the shirttails from her skirt. Then, she pulled apart the blouse and revealed her bare breasts, covered neither by a red and gold bustier, nor even a bra. “See, Steve?” asked Diana. “No costume!” Diana was glad she had thought of hiding her costume’s bustier with her boots and tiara. She kept the top of her costume, along with the other items she couldn’t wear all the time in her purse, but she kept the satin briefs on underneath her skirt, along with her belt and Magic Lasso. Steve was transfixed. “They’re perfect!” he exclaimed. “Just like Wonder Woman’s!” Hearing Steve’s remark, Diana proceeded to the next step in her plan to follow Superman’s advice. She was determined to do it anyway, even if the baring of her breasts to Steve had convinced him. Diana moved closer to Steve, and held his face to her breasts. Looking down at Steve’s crotch, she noticed her boss responding. “My, what have we here?” asked Diana. “Is that a banana in your pants, or are you just glad to see me?” Giving off a slight groan at hearing such a worn-out joke, Steve looked on as Diana bent down. Unresisting, Steve watched as the disguised superheroine undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. Grasping both sides of Steve’s waistband, Diana pulled the zipper apart. “What have we here?” she asked as she saw Steve’s underwear. “Blue satin underwear? And with white stars on them, just like Wonder Woman’s? Oh, Steve! You are such a rascal! Where on Earth did you get those?” “I don’t remember,” said Steve. Reaching around Steve’s back, Diana continued pulling down the man’s trousers until the silk panties were completely exposed. “You really have a thing for Wonder Woman, don’t you, Steve?” asked Diana, pleased at the idea. “But let me try to help you forget her, at least for a little while.” “What are you going to do?” nervously asked Steve. Without a word, Diana reached into Steve’s silk underwear and grasped his meatstick. She held it tightly as it sprang out from behind the tight panties. As Steve leaned back in his chair to improve the angle, Diana leaned over and placed the appendage between her melons. She began moving her upper torso up and down, caressing the blood sausage. Soon, the already-stiff crank grew even larger. Steve began to moan. “Well, Steve?” asked Diana. “Do you think Wonder Woman would do this for you?” “I..., I’m not sure,” replied Steve. “Pro... probably not.” Diana then bent down and placed Steve’s joint into her mouth. Diana began sucking furiously as the love dart hit the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed out as she slurped, highlighting the high cheekbones in her face that were so very attractive to so very many men. The effect of Diana Prince’s movements, perfected from her thirteen exercises at the hospital as Wonder Woman, had the desired outcome. Soon, Steve shot his hot cum into Diana’s mouth. As she released her lip lock on the prong, Steve’s jism splattered her face. She tried to catch it all, but much of it squirted onto her spectacles, and a single drop was dangling from the point of her nose. “Oh Diana!” exclaimed Steve. “That was great! Now, er, what were we talking about?” Diana, with a smile on her cum-stained face, started rebuttoning her blouse. “We were talking about Wonder Woman,” she said. “Who?” asked Steve with a grin. Satisfied that Steve was no longer suspicious, Diana sat back down at her desk and thought, I wonder when I’ll ever get around to revealing my secret identity to Steve? He’s such a virile and sexy man! It’s a shame I’m my own rival.
That Superman is all right, thought Steve. In spite of running around in those fruity tights, he sure knows how to handle women! He obviously had Lois firmly under control, so she didn’t even think of joining the evil Wonder Woman clone in her plan of world conquest! All Lois could think about was freeing Superman. Steve thought back to the hospital and what had happened after Superman had planted his suggestions deep into the psyche of Wonder Woman. Superman went into the other room to talk to Steve: “Is it my turn to forget everything now, Superman?” asked Steve. “That depends,” said Superman. That’s what Wonder Woman thinks. But do you want to forget everything?” Steve was bewildered. “You mean I don’t have to...?” “Of course not,” said Superman. “But wouldn’t it be dangerous for me to know...?” asked Steve. “Not if you can keep your mouth shut,” said Superman. “I already made Wonder Woman forget that you know she’s really Diana Prince. Now, if you play your cards right, you can have some fun with her. And you can keep an eye on her while she thinks she’s keeping her secret to herself.” “I kind of like that idea,” said Steve. “So I’ll leave you two alone for now,” said Superman. “But you’ll see me later. I’ll stop by and help you fix your house.” “Well O.K., Superman,” said Steve. “And thanks. I guess I don’t need to forget. But what did you mean by having ‘some fun with her’?” “You’ll find out,” said Superman with a grin. “Say, how about I come over sometime? We can sit around, drink beer, smoke cigars, and fart.” “How about next Sunday?” asked Steve. “We can watch the football game.” “Well, Lois wanted me to take her out that day, but I’ll break it off,” said Superman. “She’ll be pissed, but that’s her tough luck.” “And, as Diana’s superior, I can send her on some silly assignment, so we don’t have to worry about her,” suggested Steve. “See you Sunday, then,” said Superman. “You buy the beer, and I’ll fly in some Punch cigars, direct from Cuba.” “See you Sunday,” said Steve as he thought, That Superman! What a guy! THE END