The Cheetah Lives! 
by Steve Zink
Part 2


   Little did I know, that one of the most prolific writers of Wonder
Woman fan fiction stories lived on the other side of town from me.  He,
too, had plans to attend the convention, and was going to portray his
favorite heroine, Wonder Woman, once again.  Dave Gibson had a very 
small build, and could easily use foundation garments to become an 
almost normally built female.  He used this to his advantage in years 
past, making ever more detailed Wonder Woman costumes to wear, and stun 
viewers at parties and conventions with his ability.  I had seen photos
of Dave's Wonder Woman in magazines and on fan websites, but never knew
that the person portraying her lived just down the road from me.

   For the upcoming comic convention, Dave went through his collection 
of Wonder Woman costume pieces, picking those which would be put to
further use.  He had all but the top, which he was going to make even
larger this year.  Dave called Frederick's of Hollywood to order the 
largest silicone breast forms they had, which turned out to be 40DD,
and a shoulderless Wonder Bra in which to place them.  How ironic, he 
thought after hanging up the phone, getting a Wonder Bra for Wonder 
Woman!  Dave went to work at his sewing machine, crafting the metallic 
gold and red spandex material into the bustier for his new costume.

   Frederick's shipped Dave's new breast forms by FedEx, and he was
hefting them in his hands only two days after ordering them.  The bra, 
on the other hand, was a more popular item, and was back ordered.  It 
was going to be delivered by the USPS, since there was obviously no high
speed delivery being set up.  As fate would have it, the package from
Frederick's was sitting on the rack at the PS regional sorting center
right next to my boots on the day Bill was fired.  Dave's Wonder Bra
was going to create wonders.

   With two months remaining before the convention, Dave went about his
normal day to day activities, working at an ad firm during the day, and 
reading, writing and watching TV at night.  The magically endowed bra 
had been packed with the rest of the Wonder Woman costume, working its 
magic upon the other pieces of the outfit.  Dave would be in for a shock 
once every part of the costume was on.  He felt no need to test fit his 
costume before departing for the convention, since most of it had already 
been worn in the past.  The costume was merely packed away with the rest 
of Dave's clothes in his luggage, the long black wig being the most 
carefully packed item.

   Dave arrived in San Fran on Friday afternoon, and after dropping his 
bags in the hotel room, he went to the convention hall to scope it out
and see what might be new this year.  Row upon row of dealers selling
older comics were already in place, and Dave was lucky to find a few 
ancient Wonder Woman books before others had a chance to get to them 
later in the show.  The booths for the various comic publishers were
still being set up, but they already had some of their own models dressed 
up in costumes to draw onlookers, and a few costumed attendees were also 
being seen.  Dave decided to let his new Wonder Woman make her first 
appearance after dinner.

   Dave got back to his room shortly before 7:00PM.  He took a quick 
shower to rinse off the day's sweat, carefully shaving the hair off his
arms and hands while doing so.  Dave wasn't worried about losing the 
hair, since he could wear long sleeved shirts at work while it regrew.
Once he had dried off, Dave started his transformation into the amazing
Amazon.  Dave folded his penis back between his legs, then put on a gaff
to hold it there.  Flesh colored panties were then pulled on over the
gaff.  Two pairs of shiny tan spandex tights were pulled onto his legs 
to give them a smooth feminine look, smoothing out his leg muscles in 
the process.  Dave then put bright red press on nails onto each of his
fingernails, making his small male hands look that much more feminine.

   Dave pulled the corset around his already small waist, and tightened
it until his midsection had been drawn in to an appropriate hour glass
shape.  The tops of the tights were then pulled over the bottom of the
corset, making a continuous show of glossy leg from the waist down.  
Dave reached for the magic Wonder Bra next, and hooked the back together
while it was in front of him.  After rotating the bra into position, Dave
inserted the new breast forms into its cups.  Dave was well pleased with
the shape they took on, standing out from his chest considerably.  He
pulled the golden bustierre on, the red spandex covering his belly and 
sides while the golden globes fitted nicely over the Wonder Bra.  The
dark blue, almost not there shorts with a smattering of white stars were
pulled on over the bustierre, and Dave worked at making sure the bottoms
were even on both sides, so high that they were almost to his waist. 

   The golden power belt was secured around Dave's now tiny waist, 
covering the tops of the shorts.  The golden lasso was hooked to the 
belt, then silver bracelets of submission were put on, extending from
Dave's wrists to mid-forearm.  Dave sat down, then zipped on the shiny
red vinyl boots with 3 inch heels.  Dave had found over the last two 
years that these heels were easy to walk in, making his display of Wonder
Woman something he could handle.  From the neck down, Dave now looked
like Wonder Woman.  He stood, and walked back to the costume parts on 
his bed to complete his costume.

   Dave had his own female face mask which he used to portray Wonder
Woman, making it unnecessary for him to worry about facial structure and
makeup for costume shows.  An artist friend of Dave's had done the 
makeup on the mask, using actual airbrushed paints to make the face look
elegantly beautiful.  Dave lifted the mask into position in front of his
face, then pulled the latex over his own features, pulling the nose,
cheeks and lips over his own, at the same time making sure the eyes were
directly in front of his.  Dave slipped his ears into the molded ones,
then pulled the flaps together at the back, where he laced them tightly.
The bottom of the mask matched his own skin tone nicely, but still was
readily apparent on the neck, so Dave had added one thing to Wonder
Woman's costume that the original didn't have - an inch wide blue choker
with white stars was pulled around his neck, neatly covering the join
line with the mask.

   Dave reached for the shoulder length black wig which had served him 
so well for the past two years, and carefully brushed it out.  He put it
into position over his mask, then once again took the brush to it.  It
had been teased to have a fluffed front and top, with sides and back 
falling straight then curling at the bottom.  Dave put down the brush, 
then reached for the last item of the costume, Wonder Woman's golden 
tiara.  He placed the tiara into the fluffed hair on his scalp while 
looking closely at his reflection in the mirror. 
 
   With the tiara in position, Dave felt a strange wave of energy go 
through him.  He closed his eyes in reaction, wondering what was 
happening.  He briefly felt a churning of his insides, and when the
energy seemed to fade, Dave reopened his eyes.  Only, they weren't his
eyes - they were Wonder Woman's eyes!  Dave saw that the face looking
back from the mirror was a very real, solid flesh, drop dead beautiful
image, appropriate for an Amazon Princess.  The hands reaching up to 
this face were exquisitely formed female hands.  

   Dave was at a loss for an explanation of how she had actually become 
her favorite heroine.  When she started to say, "What...," Dave stopped 
when she heard the contralto voice saying it.  Then the realization hit 
Dave.  "I truly am Diana Prince, I am Wonder Woman!"  It was then that 
she noticed that her reflection was higher in the mirror.  Dave looked 
down, and saw that her boots now had the sky high heels that Wonder 
Woman was known for, appearing to be at least 6 inches in height!

   Dave reached with her new hands to feel what she assumed she'd find
on her chest, and found flesh and blood filling out the golden bustier
even more prominently than the fakes had, with lots of cleavage showing
above the gold straining to hold it in.  There was also no sign of the
bra underneath the bustier, or for that matter, the corset or any of 
the other underwear Dave had put on earlier.  The corset certainly was
no longer needed, as the golden Amazon power belt seemed to have shrunk
in size, yet didn't even feel tight. 

   Wonder Woman was bare legged, her smooth, tanned skin proudly 
displayed between the boot tops and her shorts.  A quick jab to the 
crotch told Dave that she was, indeed, a complete woman.  She also 
noticed that her golden lasso now seemed to be glowing slightly.  
Placing her arms akimbo, Wonder Woman stood in a heroic stance with her 
legs spread, then checked herself out in the mirror.  "Well," she 
proclaimed, "I don't think I'll be needing this anymore!"  She reached 
to her neck and pulled off the blue choker.       
  
   Dave was now more than prepared to give the convention goers a new 
Wonder Woman this year.  She decided to see if the magic inherent in the
storied Amazon would work for her, and started to rapidly spin counter-
clockwise with her hands outstretched, thinking of a business suit.  
When she stopped, Dave was dressed in a business suit with a pastel 
yellow blouse, light grey jacket and miniskirt, and round toed, grey
pumps with 4 inch heels.  A light grey purse hung from her shoulder.
Opening the purse, Dave found a wallet with all his old credit cards
and other ID's, but saying Diana Prince, with her photo included!  Even
the convention pass and ID had her name on them.  Dave wondered right
then if she should start thinking of herself as Diana instead of Dave.
She was having fun acting out the role she'd written so much about, but
for real now!

   Still wearing her business suit, but carrying the jacket draped over
her shoulder with her purse, Diana went back to the convention hall.  
She was waved in by the gate guards, as if she'd been in and out all day.
Once inside, Diana made a point of checking out the publisher's booths 
to see if any more had opened up, or added more models to their displays.
She chuckled when she went by the DC Comics stand, guarded by a skinny
Wonder Woman with no muscle tone!  The costume looked good, being paid
for by a company that not only had the money to do so, but owned the
character as well.  Too bad the woman inside the costume didn't have
an Amazon build.  Diana decided to show them what the real Wonder Woman
looked like.  She found a secluded spot at the back of the hall, with
no one around, and once again spun counterclockwise.  Back in costume,
Wonder Woman made her way back to the DC stand, being ogled by comic
fans all the way, many camera strobes flashing.  She marched majestically
in her 6 inch heels.  Super powers sure come in handy, she thought.

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   I knew I was going to have to get up early for my flight on Friday
morning, so I had to curtail my streetwalking a bit earlier than usual
on Thursday night.  Before I retired to my bed, I called the airline to
confirm the reservation for Priscilla Rich on the San Fran flight early
the next day.  The magic had even worked far enough to change the 
reservation in Steve's name to Priscilla's.  That done, I washed up and
went to bed, anxious to see what was waiting in San Francisco.

   Priscilla was given a First Class upgrade on the flight the next
morning, something I think Steve never would have gotten.  Good looks,
blonde hair and money are worth a lot, at least to the airlines.  My 
costume was carefully packed into my carryon bag, since I didn't want 
to take any chances whatsoever with it.  My checked bags had plenty of 
clothes for Prissy to wear on the streets of San Francisco, especially 
since they were so lacking in material.  The various pairs of stilettos 
took up the most room.  After getting breakfast served in the first hour 
of the flight, I napped for the remainder of the trip, since I wanted to 
be fully alert for my evening's activities.

   When I got to SFO, I waited for my checked bags to come around on the
carousel, but even with First Class tags on them, it seemed to take 
forever.  I was about ready to go into the ladies' room and change into
my Cheetah costume, to scratch somebody badly, when my two bags finally
came around.  In the back of my mind, I could barely feel Steve trying 
to say that this was normal for the airlines, but I was doing my best to 
keep him from influencing my actions.  I got a skycap to gather my bags, 
then went out front to hail a cab.  The cabbie I eventually got seemed 
more than happy to have a beautiful blonde to take across town to the 
hotel.  Prissy got some early activity when I brought the cabbie into my 
room to "tip" him for the drive and carrying my bags upstairs.  He left 
the hotel looking like a very satisfied cabbie.  The last vestige of 
Steve's personality was screaming weakly from the back of my mind after
the way Prissy thanked the cabbie, and then died away completely.

   I'm glad the hotel allowed early check ins, because it was only noon
by the time I was settled in my room.  Foregoing lunch, I decided to
sleep in for the afternoon, to have an active evening.  When the wake up
call came at 5PM, I hopped into the shower for a quick freshup, then had
room service bring up a salad for dinner.  I ate slowly, savoring the 
small amount of greens on the plate.  I decided to go to the convention
across the street in the most daring clothes I could wear, but not look 
ridiculous carrying my shoulder bag with costume inside, and room for 
books and art I might find at the show.  I put on smoky grey hose, a 
black spandex miniskirt, and a white spandex turtleneck leotard.  I 
pulled a pair of ankle high white boots onto my feet, and I was ready to
go!  I fixed my makeup, emptied my purse into the shoulder bag, then 
slung it over my shoulder.  I can't wait to see if Wonder Woman dares to
show her face at the show!

   I could feel the eyes of those around me lusting for my body as I 
crossed the street, and I put on a Cheshire Cat grin to tease them.  Once
I'd made my way inside, I found that the show was picking up momentum,
with many used book dealers filling half the hall, and comic publisher
booths open or about to open in the other half.  There were so many 
comic characters walking the aisles that the costuming judges were going
to be very busy, and it was only Friday!  I saw a number of Batgirls,
Catwomen in different costumes from over the years, and a lot of guys in
Batman costumes who did not have anything like the bodies they needed to
be Batman.  I made my way to the used comics, and found a few good copies
of older Catwoman books, and even the issue of Wonder Woman with me on
the cover.  I almost had the impression that the dealer was ready to say
that just being able to look at me had paid for the books, but I pulled
my wallet out of the shoulder bag, and gave him his money, along with a
slip of paper with my room number on it.

   I decided to go check out the models at the publisher's booths, and
was pleased to see a number of perfectly done costumes at the Image booth.
Marvel had a good looking Spider-Man and Wolverine, but the Storm and 
Rogue characters looked a bit wimpy.  As I turned the corner, I saw what
had to be DC's own purple Catwoman, so I knew the DC booth had to be 
nearby.  When I got there, I saw TWO Wonder Women!  One was staying close
to the booth, and actually looked a bit scrawny, but the other, hogging
all the attention in the aisle outside the booth, looked just as I'd 
remembered her.  She was a goddess, in both shape and being!  It was
time for Cheetah to make her appearance at the show!