Wonder Woman: Mistaken Identity 2

Author: Mr. X
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As a bit of a recap from “Mistaken Identity”, Catwoman captured Wonder Woman in order to steal her costume and assume WW‘s identity in an effort to obtain the shipment plans for the Russian nuclear warhead inventory which WW was going to hand deliver to Ft. Sumner. Unfortunately for Catwoman, she wasn’t the only evil doer looking for those plans. The Cossack found “Wonder Woman”, actually Catwoman, at the hangar in which Wonder Woman had told Catwoman the plans would be found. The Cossack and his men sexually tortured and raped “Wonder Woman” then eventually took her with them back to Mother Russia. Wonder Woman, meanwhile had been put into bondage by Catwoman, but managed to escape. Searching the hideout she was in for something to wear, she discovered the Catwoman costume, donned it and went to the hangar after bagging and tying up Catwoman‘s Kitten in the back of Catwoman’s car. After being brought in by Steve Trevor and two agents who thought she was Catwoman when they discovered her at the hangar, Wonder Woman finally got free and made it back to the hangar where she retrieved her costume which had been tossed aside by the Cossack‘s men. Wonder Woman watched as “Wonder Woman” was taken away by the Cossack, then delivered the plans as originally called for.


Unknown to Wonder Woman, the Kitten she had left in the car freed herself in time to also witness her boss being taken out of the country, possibly never to be seen again. This left her feeling empty, for without Catwoman to lead and guide her, she couldn‘t see how she would continue. As she watched Wonder Woman leave the scene, Tabby, as this Kitten was known, got back into the car and sped back to the Cat’s Lair before anyone could notice she had left. There she remembered the scene she had witnessed earlier in the day. Wonder Woman, wearing the Catwoman costume, had gone to the hangar. She looked enough like Catwoman, probably for the same reason Catwoman had looked a lot like Wonder Woman. This thought gave her an idea, the details of which she worked on for the next few days. Diana Prince was working in her office at the IADC a week after the nuclear plans incident when Steve Trevor came out of his office to tell her that the IADC had just gotten word that a shipment of new, ultra-quick microchips was going to be sent from Silicon Valley to New York. It was assumed that the shipment would become a likely target for foul play, so Steve asked Diana if she could convince Wonder Woman to watch over the chips while they were in transit. “I‘m sure she’d be willing to help, Steve, but are you sure Wonder Woman would want to be known as a watch dog,” Diana said, “what with guarding the nuclear plans and now microchips?” “Well,” he replied, snickering, “I hardly think of Wonder Woman as a dog, and I doubt she would even think we were trying to take advantage of her.” Diana shifted her eyes skyward, then glared at Steve. “Okay, Steve, I‘ll try to convince Wonder Woman that helping you will not get her into the dogpound!” Wonder Woman would be heading somewhere with the microchips, but a dogpound wouldn’t quite be an accurate description. Tabby had heard about the microchip shipment also, via the criminal grapevine. Working under the assumption that Wonder Woman would be near the chips at most points along the journey, she assembled the gear she would need to accomplish the feat she had envisioned earlier. Tabby put a complete set of the usual cattools that she and her boss used to use in their escapades into a small pack. She also gathered up a complete costume from her mentor‘s closet. Then Tabby waited for word that the chips were on the way. When she was told that the microchips were in transit, Tabby asked a few of her contacts if they were being guarded. She didn‘t want anyone, even her most trusted cronies, to know that she was specifically looking for Wonder Woman. When word came that the chips were under the watchful eye of the mighty Amazon, Tabby purred and grinned with an evil smirk. She then departed, to meet up with the chip shipment as it was on the rails crossing the Great Plains, where the chances for being observed would be the slimmest. Wonder Woman was in a specially equipped coach with computers and communication gear that rivalled the President‘s Air Force One. The agents who were also transitting with the shipment were in a sleeper car in front of her special coach. Since it was 2 in the morning and none of the agents had any reason to stay awake and worry with Wonder Woman on duty, she was the only person awake and monitoring the situation. To drown out the sound of the wheels clacking on the rails, Wonder Woman had a headset on, through which she was listening to a CD of Led Zeppelin’s “The Song Remains The Same”, which she figured would keep her awake for sure. This also made it unlikely that she would hear the sound of a pair of feet touching down on the roof of the coach. Tabby had been aware of the cabin arrangements for the trip, and waited for exactly this time of the morning when Wonder Woman would be alone in her coach. As the comm coach neared the bridge on which she was perched, Tabby got ready, then dropped on all fours to the roof of the coach. In keeping with her personal pride, she then doffed the sneakers she wore for the drop, and pulled her boots from the pack after taking off her back. “Yeah,” she thought, “I can just see dropping in THESE heels,” as she zipped on the boots. Tabby then got the cannister of knockout gas out of the pack. Finding an air vent, she opened up the valve and watched the tinted mist spew into the coach. Just as Wonder Woman was hearing the electronic noise in the middle of “Dazed and Confused”, the gas reached her lungs, and in seconds, she toppled out of the chair she‘d been in, truly dazed. After giving the gas 10 minutes to dissipate, Tabby climbed down from her lofty position and entered the coach via the inter-coach doorway. Locking the door just to be sure, she then put the pack down in the center of the coach. Tabby removed the headset from Wonder Woman‘s head, then picked her up and laid her out on the couch. Firstly removing the magic lasso from Wonder Woman’s belt, then removing the tiara and power belt, Tabby proceeded to strip Wonder Woman from her costume. “Oooo,” she thought, “deja vu! This is just the way we stripped her back at the hideout last month.” After removing the boots and bodice, Tabby removed the last bit of Wonder Woman‘s costume by taking the bracelets off her wrists. Taking Wonder Woman‘s hands and bringing them together behind her back, Tabby took some rope from the pack and tied them together at the wrists. She took a bit more rope and brought the elbows together, marvelling at the way this made Wonder Woman’s tits stand out. Tabby then tied her feet together at the ankles, and bringing the feet back up, secured the tied up feet to the wrist restraints. The hog-tied Wonder Woman was now once again a picture of perfect feminine bondage, as Tabby remembered her from earlier in the month. “Now let‘s see if I can wake her up,” said Tabby as she reached into the pack for a two-headed vibrator. After she inserted on end into Wonder Woman’s anal cavity and pushed it a good ways in, Tabby put the other end into her cunt. Taking her left hand and cupping Wonder Woman‘s left tit, then positioning her mouth over the Amazon’s right tit, Tabby used her right hand to turn on the vibrator. Wonder Woman jolted awake to the sensations of her most sensitive body parts being heavily stimulated. Her pussy was on fire with the low frequency throbs of one end of the vibrator, while her sphincter was being tickled by the rapidly flailing other end of the vibrator. Wonder Woman‘s left tit was being squeezed and the aroused nipple pinched, while the right tit’s nipple was being alternately sucked on and bitten. Her eyes opened with a flash to see someone she had last seen a month ago, and had hoped to never see again. “What are you doing here?”, she screamed at Tabby. Releasing Wonder Woman‘s tits, Tabby stood up and said, “Oh, did I forget something? Here, let me take care of that.” She reached into the pack and pulled out a ball gag which she then looped around Wonder Woman’s head and pulled tight before buckling, leaving the Amazon looking even more like a pig at a barbecue. “Mmmmphhhmmmm,” was all Wonder Woman could reply. “I want to see you thoroughly enjoy yourself,” said Tabby, “just like you did while Catwoman was taking your place a month ago. Then, when you‘ve had your fun and come to a few orgasms, I’ve got another surprise for you, Wonder Bitch!” With no way to control what her body was being subjected to, Wonder Woman came to a climax almost violently the first time, and Tabby watched in glee as her body shook with the pleasure it was putting out. Of course, Wonder Woman would have liked to make her sexual pleasures vocal by moaning and screaming, but Tabby had taken care of that. Wonder Woman soon shook with a second orgasm, then watched with wide eyes as Tabby picked up the magic lasso. The last time they had used it on her, they had only ordered her to remain quiet and cum frequently, and Wonder Woman had been glad they hadn‘t ordered her to not escape. Now, she wondered just what Tabby had in mind. Tabby first removed the ball gag, and thrilled at the moan that escaped Wonder Woman‘s lips. “Wha..what are y..you doing, you misguided kitty,” the amazon finally was able to say. After she turned off the vibrator, Tabby used the lasso to form a golden collar around Wonder Woman’s throat. “Let‘s see now,” she said, “if I remeber right you have to obey every order I give you now. Is that right?” Here we go again, thought Wonder Woman, who replied with a meak, “Yes.” Little did she know. “I want you to remain still, do not make any effort to get away from me,” continued the kitten, as she started to untie the bindings around the amazon’s feet and hands. With Wonder Woman now sitting on the seat, totally naked save for the golden collar around her throat, she felt totally helpless. “As you may recall,” said Tabby, “my boss was taken to Russia a month ago. Lord knows how Catwoman is being treated, since they think she is you. I myself don‘t think she has a chance of getting home. I can’t work without Catwoman leading me. You‘re going to solve that problem for me.” “How, by going to Russia and liberating her for you?”, replied Wonder Woman. “No, it will be a lot easier than that,” said Tabby as she went on. “When you escaped our little bondage trap and went to the hangar dressed in one of my boss’s costumes, you had me, Steve Trevor and a number of agents completely fooled. You made a good looking Catwoman. Now, let‘s see you do that again.” Tabby led the amazon by her neck to the costume laid out next to the pack. “Okay, Wonder Woman, put that on!”, ordered Tabby. Wonder Woman picked up the shiny black spandex catsuit and pulled it on over her bare body, and after pulling up the zipper, marvelled at the way her tits and pussy stood out without being covered. She picked up the spike heeled black thigh high boots, then zipped them on. After pulling on the clawed gloves, Wonder Woman was preparing to pick up the cowl when Tabby said, “Step over here to the mirror, Wonder Woman.” With Tabby standing next to her, holding onto her golden leash, the amazon heard her say, “Who do you see in the mirror?” “I see myself and you,” replied Wonder Woman. “No, be more specific. Who in particular do you see in this mirror?” “I see Wonder Woman wearing a Catwoman costume and her Kitten, Tabby.” “Very good,” Tabby added, “but not quite right. Who you see is the Catwoman in her costume and her kitten, right?” Wonder Woman felt her lasso doing its thing as her brain took in what she had just been told. Her complete memory of identity was erased and reprogrammed. “You will retain your alter ego of Dianna Prince,” added Tabby. Catwoman blinked, then said, “Yes, of course. I see Catwoman and her kitten. Why have you got this rope around my neck, Tabby? Let me put my cowl on so we can get to work here!” “Sure, boss! I‘ll get right to it,” replied Tabby with glee as she realized that her plan had just worked perfectly. Dianna Prince is no longer Wonder Woman. From now on, she is the Catwoman! With that, the lasso was removed from Catwoman’s throat and the two felonious feminine felines had a field day stripping the chips from their storage bins and jumped from the train just before dawn. Later that morning, the agents in the other coach went to check on Wonder Woman. Finding the door locked for some reason, they found the train‘s engineer, who got a key and opened the door for them. They were a bit surprised to see the CD player running and no one listening to it. Seeing no sign of Wonder Woman, they then went to see if she was with the microchips. The sight of the stripped storage bins made them do a double take, and with no sign of the guarding Amazon, they went back up to the comm coach and informed their superiors of the loss, and apparent disappearance of Wonder Woman. Word soon came back from Steve Trevor at the IADC that she was probably on the trail of the thief. Little did Steve know that she WAS the thief. Two days later, Diana Prince was seated at her desk when Steve popped his head through the door and said, “Well, Diana, how was the vacation, besides too brief?” “Short as it was,” she replied, “it was purrfect. I‘ve come back a totally new woman. I’m going to be taking some evenings to work with a new friend, and we might be going out on the town quite a bit!” Steve wondered what had come over his formerly demure assistant, then continued, “The microchip shipment is still missing, seemingly lost off the face of the earth. Have you heard anything from Wonder Woman about searching for them?” “Gosh, Steve,” came the reply, “I just don‘t know about Wonder Woman. I think she’s disappeared also.” “Okay then, I guess we‘ll be on our own in checking on the industrial diamond shipment going through the airport tonight,” said Steve. “Can I see you for dinner after work?” “Gosh, Steve,” Diana replied, “I’m going to be otherwise engaged tonight. Maybe tomorrow evening?” “All right then, I‘ll mark my calendar,” he said, continuing, “Take care, and don’t do anything I wouldn‘t do!” Giggling, she said, “Oh I don’t know, Steve. I do a lot of things you wouldn‘t dream of doing! Ta ta!” As soon as Trevor left the office, Diana got on her phone and left a cryptic message for Tabby in case the calls were monitored, telling her where to be at dusk. When the work day ended, Diana grabbed her oversized bag and found an out of the way restroom on the bottom floor of the building. There she took off her daytime work clothes and changed into her nightime work clothes. With the day clothes hidden in a closet, Catwoman checked for any remaining workers in the area, and seeing none, proceeded stealthily to the loading dock door, where she found her Kitten waiting for her. Together, the Catwoman and Tabby then got into the Cat Car and sped off for the airport. As the diamonds were being passed to the courier in the freight forwarder‘s office, Catwoman snapped her whip and launched the pouch into the waiting hands of Tabby. Just then, Steve Trevor made an appearance. “Catwoman! What are you doing here? We thought you were out of the picture!” “Meoowwwrrrrr! I’m so in your picture you wouldn‘t believe it. Hearing her say this, Trevor thought he recognized the voice. “Catwoman, if you’re here in DC now, who is left to bother Batman in Gotham City?” When she responded, “He‘s always got the Joker and Penguin to tend to. I’ve got new territory to plunder!”, things clicked. “Diana, is that you in that costume?”, he asked in a low voice. “Quick, Tabby, grab him and bring him outside!”, Catwoman said. Once there, she reached into her weapons pouch and pulled out a golden lasso. “What are you doing with Wonder Woman‘s lasso?”, Trevor blurted. “Putting it to good use, you meddling fool!”, Catwoman snarled back at him. Tabby plopped the IADC agent into the back of the Cat Car, then taped his mouth shut and secured his hands behind his back. Catwoman and Tabby then made their way to a motel room they‘d reserved earlier for a safe spot in which to lay low if the heist had gone bad. Dragging Trevor into the room, Tabby threw him on the bed. Catwoman, with her clawed hands perched seductively on her hips, sauntered over to him. “I’m going to give you a bit of a treat, Steve. Tabby, bring me the lasso.” After wrapping the lasso around his right arm, Catwoman slowly stripped the clothes from his body, then pulled the tape off his mouth. “You‘ve wanted to get your prick into Wonder Woman’s pussy for so long, I‘ve started to think maybe you have a one track mind. Well, you didn’t take advantage of having that pussy readily on hand every day at the office, you stupid twit, so now, even though you still can‘t get into Wonder Woman’s pussy, you will get into this Pussy‘s pussy! As Catwoman removed her cowl, then the rest of her costume in a slow, seductive striptease, Steve watched in terror. His longtime idol was now someone who could easily do away with him! “Okay, Trevor,” the now denuded Catwoman said, “lay on your back.” With the lasso keeping him in its thrall, he laid out. “As long as that lasso is on your wrist, you will be able to get a hard on, but I forbid you to ejaculate,” she said. Catwoman then mounted the supine IADC agent and proceeded to bounce up and down on his raised pole, revelling in the sensations it sent shooting through her loins. “Ooooo, that‘s some tool you’ve got there!”, cried out Catwoman, who then turned and said, “Tabby, don‘t just stand there looking like a contented kitten, get undressed and let this fool clean your pussy with his tongue while I enjoy what I’m doing.” Just then, she came to her first male-induced climax ever. Later that evening, when the two cats had finished with their toy, Steve found himself seated on the couch facing his erstwhile idol. “When we drop you back at headquarters,” Catwoman instructed him, “you will have no recollection of the events that have transpired this evening. You will know only that you had intended to visit the airport after work but decided to stay put and take a nap before going home. You will have no memories of any connection between Catwoman and Dianna Prince. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he replied mekely. After dropping him off, Catwoman and Tabby went back to their Cat‘s Lair to check on the evening’s spoils, and see if any messages had come in on the phone or the internet with takers for the chips. The next day, Trevor called Prince into his office. “Diana, we are at a total loss in trying to find out what happened to Wonder Woman. Are you sure you haven‘t had any contact with her either?” “No, Steve,” she responded, “I think Wonder Woman has truly disappeared. But to be honest with you, I think I’m having a purrrfectly good time not having to keep track of her.” A canary eating grin formed on her lips, but Steve failed to notice it as he turned back to his office. And in a soft voice, she said, “I‘m sure Catwoman would know what happened to Wonder Woman, but I don’t think she wants to tell you!”

A few short days after Steve Trevor had been played with by his coworker Diana in her guise as Catwoman, Diana finished doing some programming modifications to one of the devices she had on hand in her apartment from the days when she was known as Wonder Woman. The Amazons on Paradise Island had developed the Purple Ray as a beneficial tool to be utilized in curing illnesses, repairing injuries, and similar duties. Diana took the idea of the machine and went a little bit beyond what had originally been intended for it. After very carefully analyzing what the programming was set for in the healing mode, Diana‘s new identity of Catwoman came up with a far more insidious mode for the healing powers of the machine. She programmed it to analyze the subject placed in its field of effect, then heal that subject’s bodily discrepancies until it was a perfect Amazon. Early the next week, Steve entered Diana‘s cubicle at the IADC. Sitting on the couch placed along the side of the small office, he crossed his legs, folded his hands in his lap, then asked his assistant if she had heard any word from Wonder Woman yet, or had any info come in on the missing chips. This was just the opening Catwoman had been waiting for. Diana crossed her own hands on her desktop, then turned to face her supervisor. “I have heard of the chips actually being right under our noses, Steve. And as for Wonder Woman, I think if you really want to get into her shorts, if you know what I mean, I think I might be able to get her to make an appearance at my apartment later this evening. Would you like me to ask if she could be there?” “Would I!”, Steve exclaimed. “Here she’s been missing for two weeks, you‘ve said you had no idea where she had disappeared to, and now you say I can get up close and personal with her? I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for anything!” Diana put on that canary eating grin once again, then said, “Okay, so you can be there at my apartment this evening? I‘ll get everything set up so that you and Wonder Woman will become so close that you’ll leave the apartment a changed man! Be there no later than 8PM.” Upon hearing this, all kinds of visions started swimming in Trevor‘s head. Coming back to reality, he stood, thanked Diana for her help, then went back to his office. Diana left on her lunch break an hour later, leaving word with the front desk that she would be gone for the rest of the day and would be back in the morning. Diana made her way to the phone booth across the street from the IADC building, and made a call to Tabby. Asking if Tabby had obtained the items on the list Diana had given her, she was told that the only thing she hadn’t obtained yet were the boots. “Very well then, Tabby, that is one of the reasons I got off early today,” Diana said curtly. “I‘m going to make a few stops on the way back to my apartment and try to find what we need. You bring all the items you’ve obtained so far to the apartment at 6 this evening.” With that, Diana hung up the phone, and proceeded down the street and then a few blocks to the left. She was now in the garment district of the city, home to shops selling clothes ranging from European elegance to New Age grunge. The shop she was specifically looking for was not exactly hidden, but the front of the store was a mere sign with the name, “Spikes”, and a note saying to come upstairs. Diana had first spotted this sign two nights previously while she and Tabby were on the streets in costume, casing the jewelry stores only three blocks east of the garment district. She knew there had to be some hidden meaning to the sign, seeing where it was located. Diana took the pins out of her hair to let it fall naturally and look a lot less official, then mounted the stairs leading to “Spikes” store. Whereas almost every other stairwell in the area of the shop had grated steps, Diana noted that the steps leading to “Spikes” were solid. “I‘ll bet I know why these steps are solid,” she muttered to herself. “If “Spikes” sells what I hope they do, wearing what has been bought wouldn’t work well on grated steps!“ After climbing two stories of steps, Diana finally came upon a plain door with “Spikes” stenciled on it. Diana opened the door to find a sight that made her gasp, even with the harder mentality of Catwoman now dominating her mind. The walls and counters were lined with examples of spike heeled shoes and boots in colors ranging from white to zebra to red to black, and almost any other color or combination of colors imaginable. And that was just what was on hand for sales pitches. She soon found after a brief discussion with the salesgirl on hand that any style on hand could be obtained on order in almost any color imaginable. Diana told her that she needed something that she hoped would be on hand and for sale, without having to wait for an order to be placed and filled. After describing her need to the young lady, Diana started to browse the shop as the clerk went into the storeroom behind the sales register to see if what Diana wanted was on hand. Diana picked up a pair of size 6 pumps with 6“ heels and marveled at the craftsmanship that went into their making. She also noted a pair of thigh high black boots that laced all the way from the instep to the tops of the thighs. “These may very well be the next addition to my costume. I wonder how hard it would be to perform as Catwoman in 6” heels,“ she was thinking to herself, when the sales clerk came out of the back room with a large box in her hands. “I found just what you were looking for, Ma‘am,” the clerk said. “Red, size 7, inside zip. Want to take a look?” “You bet I do!”, exclaimed Diana. Opening the box, Diana folded the tissue out of the way to see a boot folded over twice. Picking it up, she watched as it unfolded to drop to with a foot of the floor, and Diana was holding it at waist height! “These are perfect,” she told the clerk. “I’m going to buy these from you directly this afternoon, and if you would, I‘d like to put in an order for a pair of those black lace up thigh highs on the wall.” “No problem,” the young lady said with a grin growing from thoughts of huge commissions. “Let me ring this pair up for you, then I’ll take down the size details for your order. How would you like to pay for this red pair?” “Would cash be okay?”, Diana responded with a grin. “C-C-Cash?!?,” the clerk blurted out. “Ooh, sure, yeah, I mean I‘m sorry. We don’t often get anybody paying cash for $350 a pair boots!” “I have lots of money to play with right now,” Diana said in response, then dealt out the money to the astonished clerk. “And here‘s a little tip for you,” Diana said as she passed a $100 bill to the now even more astounded sales agent, “if you can both speed of the order for those other boots I need and keep quiet about who is getting them.” “No problem, ma’am! Your interest goes no further that right here!” With that, Diana made her way back down the two flights of steps with a large bag in her grasp, and a huge smile on her face. The cab driver who picked up Diana a few moments later couldn‘t keep from looking in his rear view mirror, which was most definitely not aimed out the rear window of the cab. He was enamored by the beauty in ebony tresses who occupied his rear seat. Holding tightly onto the big box in the sack on her lap, Diana paid no attention until she felt the cab swerve violently when the cabbie’s lack of attention almost caused him to side swipe a parked truck. Diana put on the meanest face she could muster, hissed like a cat ready to pounce, then told him to keep his eyes off the cargo and on the road. After only a few more near mishaps, Diana was delivered to her apartment complex. She gave the cabbie his fare, no tip this time, and stormed away from him into the building. Taking the elevator to the 8th floor, Diana shared the car with an older couple going even higher. They did a quick scan of the lady they were joining, and tsked mightily when they spotted the titling on the end of the box, now sticking out of the top of the bag. “Up yours,” Diana muttered under her breath as she got off at her floor. Reaching her apartment, Diana fished for the key in her purse, then after finally locating it, unlocked the door and entered. She set the bag on the couch, then went to the secret compartment she had installed in her bedroom. She removed the Purple Ray from its storage box, and also removed the Wonder Woman costume which she had been wearing the night she became the Catwoman. “Good kitty, Tabby. I‘m glad you collect almost everything you can get your claws on!” Diana laid out the costume on the couch next to the bag. “Let’s see now,” she said, “just what costume parts do we still need?” She picked up the tiara, power belt and bracelets of submission, then restowed the rest of the costume. Why was she putting away the shorts, bodice and boots, we might wonder? Tabby arrived at the apartment shortly after 6. “Catwoman,” she said, “do you know how much I hate getting dressed up in street clothes?” Diana gave a hearty laugh at hearing this, then answered, “Awwwe, poor kitty, can‘t get into your catsuit? Well, don’t worry, a couple of hours from now, we both will be able to show our true colors. Now, show me what you managed to scratch up for me.” Tabby opened up the sack she was clinging to, and showed Diana a red leather whale boned corset with a set of gold W‘s onto which she had stitched, and a bright blue set of Lycra Spandex hot pants with gold stars placed evenly across the front and sides. She then reached into the sack and pulled out a pair of shoulder length red leather gloves with zippers running their length, for a tight fit on the arms. “Very nice, Tabby. These will go well with what I found this afternoon. Here we go,” Diana said as she opened up the box and pulled out the red patent leather thigh high boots. “Now, let’s get all these costume parts into the bedroom where they won‘t be seen right away when Trevor gets here.” While in the bedroom, the girls also got out their own costumes, ready to be donned at the proper moment. While we are waiting for Steve to get to Diana‘s apartment, it might be worth giving a bit of background on our friendly Kitten, Tabby. You might remember, she was heavily dependent upon her boss, Catwoman. This was the reason she needed very badly to replace Catwoman when the original was lost. This dependence was derived from some mental conditioning the original Catwoman had put her through a year earlier. Tabby was so eager to get into her catsuit and out of street clothes because in her street clothes, she felt exposed and open to discovery. Her looks were hard to cover without costume, and the costume she wore now was not terribly different from the one she had worn prior to being reconditioned by Catwoman. Her bright red hair fell past her shoulders, and there weren’t very many young ladies with her build and hair like that. In her past identity of Batgirl, Tabby had thrilled to the way her body‘s attributes showed via the black and yellow costume she wore, with that flaming red hair flowing out over her yellow cape. Now, as Tabby, she tucked that hair up under her cowl, and her tiger striped catsuit with black boots, gloves, cowl and belt did the honor of showing off her body. Soon enough, 8PM rolled around, and Steve Trevor promptly rang the doorbell. Diana opened the door to greet him, dressed much more casually than he could ever remember seeing her before. The miniskirt she was wearing came to just below the crotch, and the spandex top she had on left nothing to the imagination. And to top it all off, or perhaps, bottom it all off, her shoes were stunning with spike heels. “Wow, Diana,” he said, “you could put Wonder Woman to shame!” “Oh, come on Steve,” she replied, “I couldn‘t possibly fit her standards. But I’m sure you could. Come on in, Wonder Woman isn‘t here just yet, but once you’re here, I‘m sure it won’t be long before she shows up.” As Steve came through the door, he saw a stunning redhead sitting on the couch. “Wow, I came over to see Wonder Woman, and I hit it rich with two beautiful ladies to keep me company. Hey wait, don‘t I know you...,” he said while putting his hand to his chin looking at Tabby. “No, I’m sure you and I have never met,” she replied to him, then gave a worried look to Diana. Diana shot a warning glance at Tabby, then turned back to Steve, and said, “Steve, earlier today I said you could get into Wonder Woman‘s shorts tonight. Did you have any idea to what I was actually referring? Just now, you said you were here to see Wonder Woman. Well, in a mirror maybe. No, you’re going to get into Wonder Woman‘s shorts because you’re not going to see Wonder Woman, you‘re going to BE Wonder Woman. Tabby, grab him!” Tabby sprang from her sitting position on the couch at the same time that Diana lunged at Steve, the two locking him in their grasp. Diana then picked up the golden lasso which had been hidden under a pillow near where Tabby had been seated. She deftly wrapped the lasso around Trevor‘s left wrist, then said, “Steve, you have been wondering for so long now where the microchips disappeared to. And you have been a real pain in the ass constantly bitching about Wonder Woman’s whereabouts. Your memories of what happened here last week are already gone, so I‘ll refresh them for you. Your will is not your own. The lasso will keep you motionless until we tell you to move. Understand?” He meekly nodded. “Good. Tabby, go get the chips, to show Steve what he’s been wondering about. Now then, Wonder Woman hasn‘t been seen for the past few weeks because she no longer exists. Do my physical features give you any hint at Wonder Woman’s looks, Steve? They should. You‘ve only ogled at the both of us for all these years. Well, like I said, Wonder Woman is no more. Sit tight. I’ll be right back after I slip into something more comfortable.” While Tabby was proudly showing off the chips to Steve, Diana went to her bedroom and did a quick change into her Catwoman costume. In short order, she came back into the living room, proudly strutting. “Okay, Tabby, that‘s enough of the chips. Go get changed, yourself.” Catwoman reached down to Steve’s chin, pulled her cowled face in close to his, and said, “Well, do you still see a resemblance, Steve? I hope not! This Catwoman wants to keep herself unknown to the world at large, striking in the dark, hiding in the shadows, seen ever so briefly by those I‘m plundering. Now, I said Wonder Woman no longer existed. That is a true shame, and we’re going to fix that lack tonight. Get your clothes off, then lay down on the couch.” As the denuded Steve was stretching out on the couch wearing only the golden lasso around his wrist, Tabby reentered the living room. “Tabby, dearest, bring me the Purple Ray, please,” purred Catwoman. “The Purple Ray?”, wondered Steve. “I thought that was used to cure people?” The Catwoman looked down upon him, and said, “Yes, and it is now going to cure you of your manhood. You see, the Purple Ray has been set to recognize only the perfect body of an Amazon warrior as normal, and will correct any deficiencies to bring out that perfect female. Good bye, Steve Trevor!” Catwoman and Tabby arranged the Purple Ray over the prone body on the couch, then activated it. A magenta hued aura formed around the Purple Ray‘s patient. Steve could feel the changes being wrought on his body under the glow of the lamp. He felt the interior of his lower torso churning as the equipment within rearranged and modified itself. The external equipment shrank and was pulled within. Bones crunched and reformed into a smaller, sleeker form. Then the outer shell constricted in some areas while greatly expanding in others. The blonde hair on his head and face was sucked within, soon to be replaced by long black hair on the head and finely shaped brows and lashes on the face. At the same time she felt her throat constricting to the newer feminine vocal cords, she felt a sense of incredible power flowing through her tight but beautifully shaped muscles. Soon, where moments before had lain the nude body of a blonde IADC heman, there now laid a stunning raven tressed amazon. Catwoman turned off the Purple Ray, then pulled the amazon up by the lasso still wrapped around her wrist. “Welcome to your new world, Wonder Woman! Soon, I‘m going to give you your costume, with which you will go out into the world to fight crime in all its shapes and forms, with one little exception. You will ignore any request to do anything about the Catwoman or her Kittens, and if you see her or her kittens in action, you will disregard them. Do you understand?” The black coifed head nodded. “When you are not in costume fighting crime, you will use the name Stephanie Traynor. You have no regular source of income, because as an Amazon, you couldn’t possibly fit into a normal working environment. You will be able to get enough money to live on, though, because you will take in tons of money while selling your body on the street at night. You are built to last, with a body that can‘t be beat. I’ll leave it to you to use the money I‘m going to give you to start with to acquire a wardrobe appropriate to your vocation. Do you fully understand what I’ve told you, Stephanie?” “Yes, Catwoman, I do,” replied the still nude beauty. “Good, now let‘s get you into your fighting costume!” Stephanie had the lasso removed from her wrist, then was led into the bedroom. The first order of business was the corset, which Catwoman held tight while Tabby pulled the laces tighter and tighter until the Amazon‘s already small waist was pulled into a wasp-like shape. Her ample breast filled the cups of the corset, making the W’s stand out proudly. She then picked up the hot pants and pulled them on herself, with the anatomy between her legs standing out in the form fitting spandex. Wonder Woman then pulled the left and right legs into their boots, zipping each from the ankle up, pulling her already perfectly sculpted legs into an even finer shape, the calves in particular standing out due the arch of the foot. Wonder Woman then zipped her gloves on, flexed her biceps to watch the red leather ripple, then attached the bracelets of submission to her wrists on top of the gloves. Lastly, she settled the power belt below her waist on the hips widening out below. Catwoman placed the tiara into the crown of hair atop her forehead, gave Wonder Woman her side pack with money in it to hook to the belt, and Wonder Woman was now completely fitted out for her mission. “You may go now, Wonder Woman! Have fun in your new life!”, said Catwoman, then she and Tabby watched in awe as the new Wonder Woman took off out the window, gliding on the air currents to search out non-feline fiends. When after two days Steve Trevor had not shown up for duty at the IADC, word went out that a potential security breach had taken place, and a search was put on for him. He was never to be found. Funny, isn‘t that what had been said about Wonder Woman until recently, also? Wonder Woman had been spotted in New York, taking out a rapist caught in Central Park in the act of violating a poor defenseless prostitute. Some question had been raised about the apparently new costume in which Wonder Woman was seen, but it was said that it was a miracle she was back, no matter how she decided to attire herself. A few nights after that, Catwoman and Tabby were making their rounds in Georgetown, checking out potential targets in that better side of DC, when they came across a scene of activity normally associated with downtown DC north of the White House. A number of prostitutes were seen lounging on a streetcorner, giving their all in trying to attract drivers passing by. One of the girls, they noticed, didn‘t seem to be having any problem at all in attracting customers, and they soon found out why. Closer inspection showed this statuesque prostitute to be a black haired goddess wearing a white lace blouse, a black micro mini skirt, fishnet hose, and knee high black spike heeled boots. Catwoman turned to Tabby and put on that canary eating grin. “This is too much, Tabby. That is our own Stephanie putting the rest of the girls to shame there, and I know exactly where she got those boots. She must be really raking in money!”