The Further Perils of Wonder Woman
Mistaken Identity 3a
by Steve Zink, SZink22446@aol.com



   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!"