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Mr. Honorable The Bearded:

Attached is a brand new story, "Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl: SIBLING
RIVALRY". I had attempted to post it to a.s.s.m. via AOL, but I got
the "...too many requests..." message. (I guess because it's Sunday
night.) I will try to post again later.

I have a question. This story is the usual super-type story. The main
female characters run around in very tight-fitting tights. It is
characterized by the following codes:

f/M, F/f, M/f, superheroine sex.

BUT

This story also includes some "age regression". (But definitely NOT
"pedo".)

SO

Is there a "code" for "age regression"? For example, "ar"?

One of the reasons I ask is that there are a few "age regression"
story archives on the 'net, usually as a part of a "transformation"
story archive.

Thank you for your consideration of this question.

WONDER WOMAN AND WONDER GIRL: SIBLING RIVALRY

She stood before the full-length mirror and posed. Legs spread apart,
hands on hips. She thrust her ample breasts out so that they were in
danger of bursting free from the gold eagle-encrusted red bustier that
perfectly accentuated her cleavage. Her tight, satin, star-spangled
blue briefs emphasized her perfectly proportioned legs that were
covered from just below the knee to her toes by a pair of high-heeled
bright red boots. Around her perfect waist was a shiny gold belt,
attached to which was a golden cord, items which, along with the
manacle-like bracelets about her wrists, gave her great power. To
finish the ensemble, a golden tiara with a red star was centered on
her forehead.

As the voluptuous woman continued to preen before the mirror in Diana
Prince's humble upstairs apartment, she heard a sound at the door.
Quickly, the woman turned from the mirror, and with her hands still on
her hips she declared, "Whoever it is is no match for me, Wonder
Woman!"

Just then, the door opened and a bespectacled woman, the leaseholder
for the apartment, entered carrying two packages under her arm. "Dru?"
she called. "Dru, honey, I'm home!"

"Oh, it's you, sis," replied the woman who moments before was ready to
pounce upon the intruder. "I'm in the bedroom!"

Closing the door behind her, Diana Prince walked into her bedroom to
greet her sister. When Diana finally saw her sibling, she was aghast.
"Dru!" she exclaimed, "How many times have I told you not to wear my
costume?"

"But Diana!" the young woman known as Drusilla Prince, started to
protest, "I was only trying it on to see if it fit!"

"For the last time, Dru," declared Diana, "That costume belongs to me!
You have your own costume to wear as Wonder Girl! I am the one and
only Wonder Woman! Now, take it off!"

"But Diana!" said Dru as she unfastened her belt, "I'm a grown woman
now! Stop treating me like a child, just because you're older than I
am!"

"You're barely eighteen!" declared Diana, noticing that indeed her
younger sister had taken on the proportions of a grown amazon, even to
the point of being too "big" for the Wonder Woman costume's bustier.
Dru was noticeably larger in the chest area than Diana, attributable
to the necessarily modest clothing Diana wore in her secret identity.
On the other hand, the clothing Dru wore in her secret identity as a
typical American teenager had been much less restrictive.

Drusilla finished stripping herself of her sister's costume and put on
a T-shirt and a pair of very short cutoff jeans. Like her sister, she
never wore any underwear, for her perfect breasts needed no support,
and she regularly wore her Wonder Girl costume underneath her clothes
whenever she went out. "What's in those packages?" asked Dru, trying
to change the subject.

Dru's strategy worked. "This is just something I brought home to help
me in my mission to bring criminals to justice," said Diana, as
Drusilla put aside the costume and accessories. "In here is a special
communicator developed by the military so that the authorities can get
in touch with Wonder Woman whenever she's needed."

"But whoever gave it to you must know that you're really Wonder
Woman," replied Dru. "I thought that you wanted to keep that a
secret."

"That's right Dru," replied Diana. "No one must ever know that Diana
Prince is Wonder Woman or that Drusilla Prince is Wonder Girl."

"But why did they give that thingamabob to you, if they don't know
you're Wonder Woman?" asked Dru.

"Oh, I let them think that Wonder Woman and I are good friends,"
replied Diana. "But the police thought it would be a better idea if
they could get in touch with Wonder Woman directly, and not have to
rely on someone else. Besides, it will help to alleviate any
suspicions anyone has about Diana Prince and Wonder Woman being one
and the same."

"I still don't get why we have to have secret identities anyway," said
Dru. "Why can't we just be Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl all the time?"

"Because we need to be Diana and Drusilla Prince in order to blend
into the population," replied Diana. "We don't want to be noticed,
except when it's necessary."

"But why don't we want to be noticed all the time?" asked Dru.

"Well, for one thing," replied Diana, "I need a good job to pay the
rent. And working for Steve, -er- I mean Colonel Trevor, I'm in a good
position to quickly find out when there's trouble."

Drusilla smiled at Diana's attempt to hide her overly familiar
reference to her boss. "But couldn't you get a job as Wonder Woman?"
she asked.

"What kind of a paying job do you think I could get if I was Wonder
Woman all the time?" replied Diana. "Some kind of college professor,
teaching a subject like Greek Archaeology to some bleary-eyed and
completely bored college students who would only take the class for
some liberal arts credits? That would hardly pay well enough to keep
you in the ice cream you love so much."

"What's in the other package?" asked Drusilla.

"It's a new dress," replied Diana.

"A new dress?" repeated Drusilla, excitedly. "Let me see!"

"No!" replied Diana. "Er..., that is..., it's not exactly a dress I'd
wear every day. As a matter of fact, I may never wear it."

"Aw, come on, Diana" whined Drusilla. "Let me see!"

Surrendering to her sister's entreaty, Diana unwrapped the package and
held the garment up. It was a very short, velvet dress.

"Oh, Diana!" said Dru. "It's very, er..., exciting."

"'Lewd' is more like it," corrected the older sibling. "I thought it
might come in handy the next time I go undercover."

"You know what they call that type of dress in school?" asked
Drusilla.

"No," replied Diana. "What?"

"It's called a 'Fuck me' dress," proudly stated Dru. You see, you wear
it with high heels, and...,"

"Dru!" screeched Diana. "I will not have you using such language!"

"But Diana...," started Dru.

"I don't know what they're teaching you in school," said Diana. "Now,
I'll hear no more about it." Diana took the dress into her closet and
hung it up.

*	*	*

"Well, I'm off," declared the younger Amazon.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" asked her sister.

"I'm meeting some friends of mine from school," replied Drusilla.
"We'll probably be out late, so don't wait up!"

"On a school night? Oh, no you don't!" commanded Diana. "I know you!
You're planning on meeting some boys, aren't you? You'll stay in
tonight!"

"I won't!" cried Drusilla.

"Oh, yes you will," affirmed Diana. "I'll use the Magic Lasso on you
to make you do as I say!"

"Just try it!" challenged Drusilla, as she reached for the door.

With a quick movement of her lightning-fast Amazon reflexes, Diana
deftly tossed her Magic Lasso about Drusilla's shoulders. Drusilla
immediately felt the power of her big sister's lasso strip her of her
will. She stopped in her tracks, turned to Diana, and pleaded, "Aww
Diana! You never let me have any fun!"

"Now, young lady," said Diana, "I command you to eat your dinner and
get ready for bed. You won't be going out tonight."

"Yes, Diana," replied the teenager submissively.

*	*	*

Shortly after dinner, Diana had received a call on her communicator to
come at once. She changed into Wonder Woman, and left her apartment.
Drusilla, as commanded, was in bed. And just to make sure her sister
wouldn't get any ideas about making an unauthorized appearance as
Wonder Girl, Wonder Woman took Drusilla's costume with her and hid it
in a place where no one could find it.

Drusilla tried to fall asleep, but couldn't. She got to thinking about
how rotten it was that she had such a mean big sister. "I just wish,"
she said to herself, "That I were the big sister, and not Diana! Then,
there'd be some changes! If only there were some way...,"

Then Drusilla got an idea. Her sister Amazons had manipulated a great
many things, not the least of which was their control over the aging
process. "That's it!" she exclaimed, as she hopped from her bed. "I'll
use the Purple Healing Ray!" (Wonder Woman's invention that had all
sorts of magical powers.)

Drusilla, having once been shown the basic operation of the Purple
Healing Ray by her sister, determined that with a few minor
alterations, she could manipulate the age of whoever was exposed to
the beam. "That ought to do it," said Drusilla, as she made the
necessary adjustments. Then, she waited patiently for her big sister's
return.

*	*	*

A few hours later, Wonder Woman returned. Thinking that her little
sister was fast asleep, she entered the apartment as quietly as
possible. Unbeknownst to Wonder Woman, her sister was wide-awake and
was waiting for just the right moment to expose her older sibling to
the Purple Healing Ray's magic effects.

As soon as Wonder Woman closed the door, Drusilla turned on the ray.
Instantly, Wonder Woman was bathed in a violet glow. Startled, she
froze in her tracks.

"Well, big sister," said Drusilla, "I hope you had a fun night out,
because it will be your last for a while!

"Dru?" asked Wonder Woman. "Is that you? What are you doing out of
bed? Why are you shining the Purple Healing Ray at me?" Wonder Woman
noticed that her voice was changing as she spoke.

"I've always wanted a little sister to order around, the way you order
me around," replied Drusilla. "And now I'm going to have one!"

Wonder Woman began growing smaller in stature. Her costume loosened,
and quickly, her voluptuous breasts disappeared. A moment later, when
her well-defined curves were no more, she grasped at her bustier in an
effort to hold it on. Her arms and wrists shrank, causing her
bracelets to fall to the floor, and her Magic Belt fell to her ankles
as her waist diminished to the size of a young child's. Following the
dropped belt, her star-spangled blue satin briefs fell, revealing her
now prepubescent, hairless crotch.

Switching the Purple Healing Ray off, Drusilla looked at her sister
and marveled at the effectiveness of the ray. The now-young girl,
formerly known as Wonder Woman, looked fearfully at her erstwhile
little sister. She tried to reach for her Magic Lasso, now on the
floor, still attached to the released Magic Belt, but Drusilla was too
fast for her.

"Oh, no you don't!" said Drusilla, as she quickly put the dangerous
rope, along with the Magic Belt, out of the reach of the pre-teen.

"Drusilla, have you gone mad?" asked the nearly naked young girl in a
squeaky voice. "Change me back, immediately!" she screeched.

"Now, now, Di..., no, I think we'll call you 'Didi'," said Drusilla.
"Yes. That's a good name for a six-year-old. You mustn't fight with
your big sister. Now, get ready for bed."

"Bed?" repeated the miniaturized Amazon. "You change me back! Now!"

"I see I'm going to have to discipline you, young lady," declared
Drusilla as she grabbed "Didi" by her arm.

"Let go of me!" cried the almost nude girl, as she tried to resist.

Dru kept her grasp on her sister, and pulled the little girl over her
knee. She then took the Magic Belt and gave her sister a few whacks
across her bare bottom.

"Wahhh!" cried "Didi", surrendering to the emotions of her
now-six-year-old frame. "Stop it! Wahhh!"

Drusilla lifted her charge from her knee and admonished her, "Now
don't argue! Or big sister will give you more! Get ready for bed!"

"I won't go to bed!" protested the girl. "You can't make me!"

"Oh yes I can," replied Drusilla, as she draped the Magic Lasso about
"Didi's" small shoulders. "Now, go to sleep. You will awake in the
morning."

Instantly, the young girl's eyes closed. Drusilla picked her up, and
using one of her T-shirts as a nightie, tucked her sister into bed.

*	*	*

The next morning, Drusilla was making breakfast when "Didi" woke up.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the little girl entered the kitchen
and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

Somewhat surprised at her sister's apparent listlessness about her new
condition, Dru replied, "You're a big girl. Get your own breakfast."

"Didi" walked to the cupboard, but she couldn't reach the cereal boxes
she knew were there. "Help me?" she whined at Drusilla.

"Oh, all right," agreed Drusilla as she fetched some Sugar Frosted
Flakes, a bowl, a spoon, and some milk.

After "Didi" finished her cereal, she turned to her sister and asked,
"How long are you going to keep me like this?"

"Just long enough to show you what it's like to have a big sister
bossing you around all the time," replied Dru. "And if you think
you're going to use the Purple Healing Ray to change back, forget it.
I hid the necessary components where you'll never find them, along
with your bracelets."

"Didi" thought for a moment that she could get Drusilla to tell her
where the critical parts were, if only she could get her Magic Lasso
around Drusilla and force her to talk. But in her current state, she
was no match for her "big" sister. Plus, her thoughts were becoming
more confused; Less like an adult superheroine, and more like a child.
So, she started to cry.

"There, there, 'Didi'," said Drusilla, petulantly. "Don't cry."

"What if Wonder Woman is needed somewhere?" asked "Didi", as she
sniffled.

"Well then," replied Drusilla. "If Wonder Woman is needed, Wonder
Woman will appear."

"But I'm...," "Didi" began to protest, but then realized what Drusilla
meant.

As if to confirm "Didi's" suspicions, Drusilla got up from the
breakfast table, and went into the bedroom. A moment later, she
returned, wearing her sister's costume.

"How do I look?" asked "Wonder Woman". "If I just comb my hair the
right way, no one will be any the wiser."

"You're wrong," countered "Didi". "Steve Trevor will recognize you
right away. Then you'll have some explaining to do."

"Steve Trevor?" repeated "Wonder Woman". "I know he's handsome and
rugged and all that, but let's face it: He's not the smartest man
around. He still hasn't figured out that Wonder Woman and Diana Prince
are one and the same."

"Don't be so sure," replied "Didi." "He may be fooled about our secret
identities, but he knows the difference between Wonder Girl and Wonder
Woman."

"Well, I'll just stay away from him for a while," declared "Wonder
Woman". "Just in case."

Just then, the special communicator buzzed. By reflex, "Didi" got up
to answer it, but quickly realized she couldn't. So "Wonder Woman"
did. "Wonder Woman here," said Drusilla into the communicator."

"Wonder Woman?" said the voice on the other end. It was Steve Trevor.
"Is that you? You sound a bit different."

"Er," stammered "Wonder Woman". "Of course it's me, Steve. It must be
this new transmitter. What can I do for you?"

"I want you to see someone tonight," replied Steve. "He's a colleague
of mine, and he has a proposal about how we can improve our security;
His name is Agent Roberts. Please meet him at the corner of First and
Elm tonight."

"Er... won't you be there?" asked "Wonder Woman".

"No, I have to go out of town," replied Steve. "I'll be back by
tomorrow afternoon. Can you make it tonight? Around eight o'clock
should be fine."

"I'll be there," replied "Wonder Woman". "Over and out."

"So Steve's going away?" said "Wonder Woman". "I guess that solves
that problem."

"You're not going!" cried "Didi". "You don't know anything at all
about the security Steve was talking about!"

"Well, I can fake it," countered "Wonder Woman". "But I suppose I
can't leave you here alone."

"That's right," agreed "Didi", thinking that her sister would have to
take her along to the rendezvous.

But then, "Wonder Woman" said, "So I'll have to get you a baby
sitter!"

"A baby sitter!" cried "Didi". "No!"

"Now, don't pout!" admonished the larger Amazon. "Or you'll get some
more of my Magic Belt!" "Didi" immediately fell silent.

"Now, who can I get...?" thought "Wonder Woman" aloud. "I know! I'll
ask your colleague, Etta Candy, to keep an eye on you!"

Picking up the phone, "Wonder Woman" looked up Etta Candy's phone
number and dialed. She figured that Etta would be at home, since she
didn't have a boyfriend or any social life of which to speak. (Sort of
like me, thought Drusilla.)

A moment later, Etta answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, Etta?" said "Wonder Woman". "This is Drusilla Prince. You
know, Diana's sister?"

"Yes?" replied Etta. "Hello, Dru."

"Hello," replied Drusilla. "Look, Diana's gone out of town for a
while."

"She has?" asked Etta. "Funny, she didn't tell me that when I saw her
today."

"Well, er," stammered Drusilla. "She had to leave all of a sudden, to,
er, visit a sick friend."

"Oh," replied Etta, accepting the story.

"Look, Etta," said Drusilla. "I've got this hot date tonight, but
unfortunately my, er, six year old niece is in town, and er..., Could
you come over and babysit her for me?"

"Niece?" repeated Etta. "I didn't know you had a niece."

"Can you come over?" asked Drusilla. "She's quite a lot to handle. I
can't leave her by herself."

"Oh, I suppose I could," agreed Etta.

"Good," said Drusilla. "And could you stop by the children's clothing
store on they way? The airline lost her luggage, and she hasn't
anything to wear."

"Sure," said Etta. "I can do that. What time should I be over?'

"Why don't you make it about seven thirty?" suggested Drusilla.

"Seven thirty it is," agreed Etta as she hung up.

Drusilla hung up the phone and turned to her sister and said, "Now I
don't have to worry about you getting into mischief, young lady. You
sure can't tell Etta Candy the truth, or you'll expose our secret
identities!"

"You just wait!" exclaimed "Didi" in a typical six-year-old's tone.

*	*	*

Prior to Etta's arrival, "Wonder Woman" checked the space in the
apartment where she had hidden the Purple Healing Ray and her sister's
bracelets. She then donned her Drusilla disguise. Promptly at seven
thirty, Etta arrived carrying several packages from a children's
clothing store.

"Thanks for coming, Etta," said Drusilla.

"Glad to be of help, Dru" replied Etta. "Where's the little monster?"

"I'll call her," said Drusilla. "Didi, Etta's here!'

"Hello, Etta," said "Didi". "I'm pleased to meet you."

"And I'm pleased to meet you," replied Etta, as she reached into one
of her parcels. "I have something for you. Here."

"What are they?" asked "Didi".

"They're 'Underoos'," replied Etta. "And I got the best ones. I got
the 'Wonder Woman' style," she declared proudly.

"Didi" was mortified. It was bad enough that her sister had stolen her
real Wonder Woman costume. But to be given this set of children's
underwear, these cheap rip-offs of her own garments (for which she'd
received no royalties, by the way) was too much.

"What do you say, 'Didi'?" prompted Drusilla, noticing the look of
embarrassment on her sister's face.

"Thank you, Etta," said the little girl.

"You're welcome, Didi," replied Etta. "Now, why don't you run along
and put those on and get ready for bed?"

"'Ready for bed'?" repeated "Didi", incredulously. "It's only seven
thirty!" she protested.

"Now don't be difficult, 'Didi'," said Drusilla. "Do as Auntie Etta
says."

Not wishing to be further humiliated, "Didi" turned and went into her
bedroom.

"Nice little girl," said Etta. "But I didn't know you had a niece."
Etta was thinking about how little she really knew of Diana Prince's
past. And the little girl showed a remarkable resemblance to Diana.
Additionally, since it was Etta's understanding that Dru was Diana's
only sister, maybe..., maybe there was a time in Diana's life when...,

"Neither did..., er...," stammered Dru. "That is, er..., she's a
distant relative. Now, she may be a bit hard to handle. If she gets
out of line, you have my permission to give her a spanking."

"A spanking?" repeated Etta. "For such a well-behaved child as that? I
could never. She seems so..., so..., adult for her age."

"Just keep a close eye on her," said Drusilla. "Now, I'd better be
going."

"Wait a minute!" said Etta.

Drusilla stopped in her tracks. She coldly realized that perhaps Etta
didn't buy her story about her "niece". Maybe she knew everything.
Maybe she...

"Aren't you going to tell me about this gentleman friend of yours?"
asked Etta.

"Well, er...," stammered Drusilla. "I don't know anything about him,
to tell you the truth. It's a blind date."

"Oh," said Etta, disappointed. "Well, if it works out between you two,
find out if he has a friend, okay?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend Etta?" asked Dru. "What about Steve
Trevor?"

"Well, I do find Steve attractive," replied Etta. "And I think we'd be
right for each other, except...,"

"Except what?" asked Dru.

"Except that he's hopelessly in love with Wonder Woman," replied Etta.
"I don't know how I can compete with her. She's so..., so...,"

"So beautiful?" finished Dru. "So voluptuous? So... sexy?"

"Yes," confirmed Etta. "I suppose that's what I mean. And then there's
her costume. How can I hope to compete with that?"

"Don't give up, Etta," said Dru. "I'm sure you'll win Steve over some
day."

"Well," said Etta. "Just in case, see what you can do."

"Will do," replied Drusilla, as she opened the apartment door to
leave.

*	*	*

When Drusilla opened the door to leave, she was surprised to see a
man, with his fist in mid-air, as though he was about to knock.
"Steve!" exclaimed Drusilla.

"Hi, Drusilla," greeted Steve. "Diana didn't show up at the office
today. I'm on my way out of town, and I wanted to stop by and see if
there was anything wrong. Is she here?"

"No, I'm afraid not," replied Drusilla. "She had to leave... er, all
of a sudden."

"Diana went to visit a sick friend," said Etta, as she noticed Steve.
"Isn't that right, Dru?"

"Oh," said Steve, noticing Etta. "Hello, Etta."

"Yes, that's right," confirmed Drusilla.

"She does that a lot," said Steve. "Disappear, I mean. And it's
usually when Wonder Woman's around. And I see that's the case
tonight," he said, looking into the apartment. "Hello, Wonder Woman!"

Dumbfounded, Drusilla gasped. To whom was Steve talking? Had he
somehow found out the two Amazons' secrets? Drusilla turned to see
what Steve was looking at, and saw "Didi", dressed for bed in her new
Wonder Woman Underoos.

"Oh," said Drusilla, relieved. "Allow me to introduce my niece, Didi,
Steve."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Didi," said Steve. "Are you a fan of Wonder
Woman, too?"

"I'm pleased to meet you too, Steve," replied "Didi".

"You sure look like Wonder Woman," said Steve, oblivious to the truth.
"Do you want to be just like her when you grow up?"

"Something like that," said "Didi". (You don't know the half of it,
she thought.)

"Etta's here to look after Didi tonight," said Drusilla. "I'm going
out."

"Can I give you a ride?" asked Steve.

"Sure," agreed Drusilla. "But we have to leave right away."

"Fine," agreed Steve. "Let's go. Nice to have met you, Didi. I'll see
you later, Etta," Steve said with a smile.

Etta smiled back.

As Steve and Drusilla left, "Didi" became more infuriated at her
condition. Not only had Drusilla stolen her identity as Wonder Woman,
she was now accepting favors from the man she loved! "Didi" could only
suffer in silence as she saw Steve hold the door open for Drusilla.
And her thoughts were becoming more and more confused. She found it
difficult to focus on "grown-up" or adult issues. As she was fighting
an urge to make a childish outburst, her attention was diverted by
Etta, who commanded, "Time for beddy-bye! Come on, Didi, I'll tuck you
in."

*	*	*

"Is this where you want to go?" asked Steve.

"That's right," confirmed Dru. "Second and Elm."

Steve stopped the car and opened the door for Drusilla. "Are you sure
you'll be all right?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," said Dru. "I'm meeting..., er..., some friends from
school. They should be along any minute."

"All right then," said Steve. "When you see Diana, be sure to tell her
I've gone away, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Steve," replied Drusilla. "I'll let her know."

As soon as Steve drove away, Drusilla ducked into a nearby alley and
speedily removed her outer clothing to reveal the Wonder Woman costume
underneath. Walking quickly, she rounded the corner and approached the
next street up, "First".

On the corner, she saw a large man, fortyish, about six foot two, and
three hundred pounds. He was calmly smoking a cigarette. "Wonder
Woman" decided that this must be the man she was supposed to meet,
Agent Roberts.

"Agent Roberts?" asked "Wonder Woman", as she approached the corpulent
man.

"Yes?" came the reply.

"I was told to meet you here," said "Wonder Woman". "At eight
o'clock."

"Oh yes," said Agent Roberts. "Of course. Wonder Woman. You're right
on time."

"What can I do for you, Agent Roberts?" asked "Wonder Woman".

Agent Roberts was transfixed. He had never been so close to such a
beautiful young woman before. He remained silent, stunned at "Wonder
Woman's" magnificence.

"Agent Roberts?" prompted "Wonder Woman".

"Er..., Bill," he said. "Call me Bill."

"All right then, Bill," said "Wonder Woman". "What can I do for you?"

"Let's go someplace where we can talk," said Bill. "Have you had
dinner yet?"

"No," admitted "Wonder Woman", herself fascinated by the large man
before her.

"I know a nice place nearby," said Bill. "That is, if you'd like to
have some dinner."

"I'd love to," said "Wonder Woman", thinking that she was going on a
date after all!

*	*	*

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do," said the Maitre D'. "The young
lady is not dressed appropriately for our restaurant."

Agent Roberts was irritated. Having as his guest one of the most
voluptuous women in the world, and not being allowed in a restaurant,
was infuriating! "I'm afraid we'll have to leave," he said to "Wonder
Woman".

"But I'm still hungry!" the radiant Amazon protested. "And I so wanted
to get to know you better."

"Perhaps we can...," Bill began to suggest.

"What?" asked "Wonder Woman". "'Perhaps we can' what?"

"Go to my hotel suite," continued Bill. "And order room service."

"O.K., er..., Very well," agreed "Wonder Woman".

*	*	*

As "Wonder Woman" was just finishing her dinner, Agent Roberts lit a
cigarette. "Oooh!" exclaimed "Wonder Woman". "Can I have one of
those?" Drusilla Prince had promised herself that as soon as she
turned eighteen, she would try smoking cigarettes, since that's when
the government had said she could. But Diana had kept her from doing
it at home. This was the first time she had been someplace away from
Diana's constant harassment long enough to give it a try.

"Well..., er.., sure," agreed Agent Roberts as he handed her a smoke,
surprised at the idea that the World's Greatest Superheroine would be
interested in such an egregious pastime. But when "Wonder Woman"
placed the cigarette on her full red lips, Agent Roberts was again
struck by his guest's sensuality.

"Wonder Woman" accepted her host's offer of a light, and drew deeply.
Coughing hard, she held the offending article between her fingers and
smiled. "So Bill," she said with familiarity, "What can I do to help
you? Steve Trevor said something about 'security'?"

"Oh that," replied Agent Roberts. "It's turned out to be nothing. We
were thinking that we had a new kind of radar that could detect the
presence of your Invisible Plane. We were going to ask you to submit
your fantastic machine to some tests, but we just found out it doesn't
even detect some of our own planes, so the project has been cancelled.
So I guess I wasted your time tonight," said Bill.

"Oh, there must be something I can do for you," said "Wonder Woman",
who now, after having dinner and a few glasses of wine, found herself
titillated in the large man's presence.

"I don't know what you mean," said Bill innocently.

"You know Bill," said "Wonder Woman", "I find you very attractive.
Suppose we just spend the night together here, in your suite?"

Agent Roberts was astounded. Wonder Woman was asking him for sex! "I'd
er.., I'd really like that," he said. "But I didn't bring any
protection."

"'Protection'?" repeated "Wonder Woman". "Oh, you mean condoms? That's
all right, I don't use them." "Wonder Woman" thought back to the time
when she had shown Diana the condom she had been given at school a few
days earlier. Diana was irate, and she told Drusilla that she was
never to use one. (She's mad enough at me as it is, thought Drusilla,
so I won't infuriate her further by using a condom.)

*	*	*

The next morning about nine, "Wonder Woman" rolled over in bed, and
finding herself alone, woke up and looked at her companion who was
getting dressed. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I've got to leave right away," replied Bill. "For parts
unknown."

"When will I see you again?" asked "Wonder Woman".

"I don't know," replied Bill. "Perhaps never. But I want you to know I
had a wonderful time last night."

"Not as wonderful as the time I had," said "Wonder Woman". (So this is
what they mean by "Wham, bam, 'Thank you, ma'am", she thought. It
wasn't so bad.)

Bill kissed "Wonder Woman" and told her it was all right if she slept
a few more hours, as the room was paid for until noon. He then left,
and "Wonder Woman" went back to sleep.

At around eleven, "Wonder Woman" got up and got dressed. She retrieved
her Drusilla clothes from their hiding place the night before and took
the bus home. When she got there, Etta was fixing "Didi" a peanut
butter sandwich for lunch.

"You must have had a nice time," said Etta with a smile when Drusilla
came in. "Did you find out if your friend had a friend?"

"Sorry Etta," said Drusilla. "I guess I forgot to ask."

"That's too bad," said Etta, disappointedly.

"Besides, I don't think I'll be seeing him again," said Drusilla. "Bit
don't give up on Steve."

"That's the way it goes sometimes," said Etta, ignoring the reference
to her unrequited love. "At least, that's what I've been told. Can I
fix you something to eat? Didi's just finishing her peanut butter and
jelly."

"Didi", having heard the exchange, stared daggers her sister. Drusilla
interpreted this as a good time for her to dismiss Etta. "No thanks
Etta," said Drusilla. "You need to get back to the office, and I need
to get to school. We're already pretty late."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," agreed Etta. "But what about Didi? You
can't leave her here all alone."

"I suppose you're right," agreed Dru. "I hadn't thought about that.
But I can't very well take her to school with me."

"Tell you what," said Etta, surprised at the lack of concern Dru had
shown for "Didi." "How about it if I take her to the office with me? I
can look after her there, at least for today. Are her parents coming
back soon?"

"No, er..., that is, I think that's a wonderful idea. If you can take
care of Didi today, Friday, I can look after her through the weekend,
and by the time Monday rolls around, she will be gone," replied
Drusilla, thinking that that would be a long enough time for her to
have proven her point to her transformed sister. It would have to be a
long enough time, thought Drusilla, since she had noticed that Diana's
childish condition was getting stronger, and taking her over, leaving
the little girl with fewer and fewer memories of her existence as an
adult superheroine. It might be dangerous to keep Diana that way for
too long, Dru thought, as she might not regain her adult personality
if kept in her present condition of an six-year old. Although such a
permanent state of affairs was not entirely objectionable, thought Dru
with a smirk.

Besides, thought Dru, I need to prove that I can be just as good a
superheroine as my sister; I need to do at least one superheroic deed
before I change her back. The encounter last night, while pleasant,
hardly qualified.

"All right, I'll bring her back after work," said Etta. "I'm sure
Steve will be happy to see her again." Etta was happy to take charge
of "Didi," as she was wary of Dru's ability to look after the
well-being of such a small child. Etta sensed that Dru was not enough
of a responsible adult yet, as evidenced by Dru's lack of concern for
the little girl's need to have an adult around. It was apparent to
Etta that Dru had intended to leave Didi alone at home, perhaps
watching cartoons or Sesame Street all day. That just wouldn't do,
thought Etta, who began pondering about what the Child Welfare workers
might think.

Drusilla smiled to herself at the idea of her sister, whom Steve
Trevor constantly lusted after, (to the detriment of poor Etta) being
around Steve's feet all day. Perhaps "Didi" would get into some
trouble, and get Steve angry with her. So Dru told Etta, "Keep in
mind, Etta, you have my permission to give Didi a spanking if she
misbehaves." What a sight that would be, thought Drusilla: Steve
Trevor's love over his knee, bawling her lungs out!

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be the perfect little lady," countered Etta, who
thought, "spanking," indeed! I might just have a little talk with
Child Welfare about Didi. I wonder if Didi's parents are child
abusers? If so, I'll take care of things. No one should ever lay a
hand on such a wonderful child!

Etta turned to "Didi," and said, "Now, 'Didi', you go with Auntie
Etta, and behave yourself, or you'll get a spanking."

"Didi" who had not heard the conversation between Dru and Etta, turned
to Etta and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You're going to spend the day with me," replied Etta. "At my office."

"At your office?" repeated "Didi."

"That's right," confirmed Etta. "I work with Steve Trevor. Remember
him? You met him last night."

"Will Steve be there?" asked "Didi."

"Yes, he should be back by now," replied Etta. "And I'm sure he'll be
glad to see you again. Now, finish getting dressed, and we'll go."

"Steve? I like Steve," declared "Didi," although she couldn't remember
exactly why.

"That makes two of us," said Etta with a painful grin. "Now, hurry up.
Your luggage still hasn't shown up, so you can wear that nice little
dress I bought for you last night."

"Oh, boy! A new dress! I never had a new dress before!" announced
"Didi" with childish glee, as she ran to the bedroom.

That figures, thought Etta, who planned on making a call just as soon
as she got to the office.

*	*	*

After Etta and "Didi" left, Drusilla quickly got ready for school. She
wore her sister's costume underneath her school clothes, and brought
along the secret communicator. She wanted to be ready to make a
superheroic appearance as Wonder Woman and fervently hoped that there
would be a crisis before too long. Perhaps some mad supercriminal
would threaten to blow up the U.S.A. with a hydrogen bomb, or threaten
to sink the whole American continent under the ocean, or even threaten
to pull the whole earth off its orbit and send it spinning into the
sun! In any case, she knew she was ready.

Etta brought "Didi" to work with her. Steve Trevor was already there.

"Good morning, Steve," greeted Etta. "You're back early. I brought
along a little guest. I hope you don't mind."

"Good morning, Etta," replied Steve. He was prepared to mention to
Etta something about her late arrival, but when he saw "Didi," his
desire to be petty melted away. "And good morning to you, Didi. It's
nice to see you again."

"Good morning," said "Didi." She was happy to see Steve again, too.

Steve turned to Etta and asked, "To what do we owe the pleasure of
this little lady's company?"

Etta told Steve the whole story about Drusilla's seeming lack of
responsibility toward her niece. Steve agreed with Etta's assessment,
and further agreed that perhaps it indeed was a good idea to contact
the Child Welfare office. "But hasn't Diana come home yet?" asked
Steve. "I'm sure she could explain it. She's always good at coming up
with reasons for strange occurrences. I can't wait to hear her excuse
for not showing up at work today."

"Isn't she here?" asked Etta.

"No, and I'm beginning to get worried about her," said Steve. "I have
a very important assignment for her. If she doesn't show up soon, I
don't know what I'll be able to do about it."

"Can't you assign someone else to the case?" asked Etta.

"I'm afraid not," said Steve. "I need a female agent for an undercover
assignment, and Diana is the best."

"You could always ask Wonder Woman to do it for you," declared Etta.

Steve looked at "Didi's" for a moment, and thought he recognized
something in the little girl's eyes. "We'll talk about it later," said
Steve. "Now, young lady," he said to "Didi," "Where shall we put you?"

"Since Diana's gone, why don't we let Didi sit at her desk?" suggested
Etta.

"That's a good idea," agreed Steve. "But keep an eye on her. I
wouldn't want her to get into any trouble."

"Don't worry Steve," said Etta. "Didi and I are good friends, aren't
we, Didi?"

"Didi" nodded vigorously. Etta showed "Didi" where to sit, and brought
her some magazines and books to read. Though "Didi" had spent a lot of
time at that desk when she was a grown-up Diana Prince, she had no
memory of having been there before. Etta even had to show her where
the bathroom was.

After "Didi" was settled, Etta made a phone call.

*	*	*

As the afternoon wore on, Etta was called into Steve Trevor's office.
"Has Diana showed up yet?" asked Steve.

"No," replied Etta. "And now I'm really worried. It's just not like
her to not at least call or get word to us somehow. I can't help
thinking that something terrible has happened to her."

"I suppose you're right," said Steve. "We'll put out the word that
she's missing, and hope that she turns up. That's all we can do for
now."

"What about the assignment you said you had for her?" asked Etta.
"What will you do?"

"Well, as I said earlier, we need a female agent for a very important
undercover mission," said Steve.

"I could do it," declared Etta.

"No," replied Steve. "It's too dangerous. With Diana missing, I can't
afford to take any chances that something bad might happen to you,
too."

Etta was pleasantly surprised at Steve's expression of concern for
her. Maybe there's hope for me yet, she thought. "Then are you going
to ask Wonder Woman?" she asked.

"I suppose I'll have to," replied Steve. "It's a good thing we gave
Wonder Woman that communicator. With Diana gone, I wouldn't know how
to get in touch with her without it."

"Yes, Diana and Wonder Woman seem very close," said Etta. "It makes
you think sometimes. Maybe Diana and Wonder Woman are, er...,"

"Lovers?" finished Steve. "Lesbians? Yes, Etta. I've thought about
that a lot. But I didn't want to invade their privacy. Nevertheless, I
can't help thinking about it. Every time I ask Wonder Woman to get
serious on a date, I get a polite brush-off, and it ends at that.
Besides, Diana dresses in a sort of androgynous way. I think she could
really be attractive to men if she wanted to. But if she and Wonder
Woman are paramours, it would explain a lot."

"Thank heavens I'm not that way," said Etta. inwardly grinning at
Steve's admission of failure to get beyond "first base" with Wonder
Woman. "I like strong, handsome men."

"You don't know how glad I am to hear that," said Steve. "But that is
exactly why I need Diana or Wonder Woman for this assignment. You see,
we received a tip that Leslie was in town."

"Leslie?" repeated Etta. "The female drug Kingpin? Or should I say,
'Queenpin'? The one who's never been photographed?"

"That's right Etta," confirmed Steve.

"But how will you ever identify her?" asked Etta. "How will you be
able to arrest and prosecute her, if no one has ever seen her?"

"Well, we have her fingerprints," replied Steve. "And we think we can
get several of her henchmen, er..., henchwomen, to testify."

"Will that be sufficient?" asked Etta.

"Plenty. Enough to guarantee a date in the Electric Chair," asserted
Steve.

"So where is she now?" asked Etta.

"Our report has her and her confederates hanging around a bar known as
the 'Two Sisters Cell Block'," said Steve. "Apparently, she's in town
in an attempt to take over the other gangs' drug action."

"'Two Sisters Cell Block'?" repeated Etta. "I don't think I'm familiar
with a bar by that name."

"That also pleases me," said Steve. "It's a lesbian bar, down on Third
and Elm. So, now you see why I can't ask you to go there. Diana would
have had an easier time blending in."

"And Wonder Woman?" asked Etta. "What about her?"

"Well, if she gets into any trouble, I'm sure she'll be able to take
care of herself," said Steve. "After all, she does have super powers."

"Oh Steve," sighed Etta. "You're so smart to have figured out what to
do."

"Aren't I though?" agreed Steve in playful arrogance.

Etta smiled.

*	*	*

Meanwhile, back at school, Drusilla was getting more and more anxious.
All day long, and no signal from the secret communicator. She had even
skipped cheerleader practice, as she didn't want to take the chance
that someone would see her in the locker room in her sister's Wonder
Woman costume. (This wasn't normally a problem for her, as on
cheerleader practice days, she didn't wear her own Wonder Girl
costume, or for that matter, anything else, underneath her school
clothes. Unknown to her, this led to some serious gossip among the
other girls on the squad about Drusilla's possible proclivity toward
promiscuity.)

Then, just as Drusilla was on her way home, the communicator signaled.
"Wonder Woman here," she said into the device.

"Wonder Woman," said a voice. "This is Steve. I need you for something
very important. Can you help?"

"Of course, Steve," replied Drusilla. "What can I do?"

Steve related all the details. Although Drusilla had hoped that Steve
had something more seriously in need of Wonder Woman's attention than
a mere "sting," as Steve called it, she was glad to get into action at
least once before she had to change her sister back to normal.

"All right, Steve," said Drusilla. "I'll get on it right away. But
there's one thing that puzzles me. If this 'Leslie' has never been
photographed, how will I find her?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to do what you can to identify her," replied
Steve. "I know you can do it. But be careful. 'Leslie' has caused a
lot of suffering, and has killed many men."

"Has she ever killed any women?" asked Dru.

"Not to our knowledge," replied Steve, only slightly wondering why
Wonder Woman would be interested in the sex of Leslie's victims.

"All right, Steve," said Drusilla. "I'll start immediately. Over and
out."

*	*	*

Drusilla entered her sister's bedroom and looked for some clothes to
wear. From her previous encounter with Agent Rogers, she knew that she
couldn't just go barging into -what was the name- oh yes, the 'Two
Sisters Cell Block' as Wonder Woman. She had to wear a disguise.

Drusilla spied the new dress Diana had bought the day before. "This
will be perfect!" she declared. She pulled the slinky garment over her
head. The short skirt barely covered the star-spangled satin briefs of
the Wonder Woman costume. She then stood preening before a mirror as
she fixed her hair. She removed her bracelets, red boots, and tiara
and placed them in a small clutch purse. She found a pair of
high-heeled shoes and put them on. "Ah!" she said to herself, as she
gazed into the mirror once more. "Dressed to kill!"

*	*	*

Drusilla left for the 'Two Sisters Cell Block' quite early, at about
five P.M. She was thus not at home when Etta returned with "Didi."

"It looks as though your big sister has gone out again," said Etta. "I
suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It is Saturday night. Come on, I'll
take you home to my house."

"All right Auntie Etta," replied Didi with a smile.

*	*	*

The disguised Drusilla entered the 'Two Sisters Cell Block'. As she
approached the bar, she noticed that there were no men inside, only
women. Some of the women were dancing with each other.

"What will it be, missy?" asked the bartender, who was also a woman.

"Just a glass of wine, please," replied Drusilla.

"Red or white?" asked the bartender.

"Try some of the Amphora," said a voice down the bar.

Drusilla looked up. The source of the voice approached, and Drusilla
was transfixed by the woman's gaze. "That sounds fine," Drusilla told
the bartender.

"Pour her a big one Joan," said the woman.

Joan the bartender did as she was told, and handed Drusilla the glass.
Drusilla took a gulp and said, "Thank you, Miss, er..., MS....,"

"Leslie," replied the woman. "Just Leslie. I run this place. And you
are...?"

"Leslie?" repeated Drusilla, ignoring the prompt. "The infamous drug
queen?"

Somewhat surprised, Leslie replied with a grin, "Oh, that's what some
people think. But let's try to keep it quiet, all right?"

Drusilla could not believe her good fortune. On her very first
attempt, she managed to identify the most dangerous woman around. But
Drusilla could also not believe that such a striking woman could have
such a notorious reputation. "I think...," Drusilla whispered.

"You think what, dear?" asked Leslie.

"I think that..., er..., you're under arrest?" she said gently.

Leslie looked at Joan, who appeared to be reaching under the bar for
something. "Not yet," said Leslie to the bartender. "Let me find out
who this is first."

As Joan regained her normal posture behind the bar, Leslie turned to
Drusilla and asked, "Under arrest? By you? Are you a policewoman?"

"No," replied Drusilla.

"Then who are you?" asked Leslie.

"Why Wonder Woman, of course," replied Drusilla. "Will you come along
quietly?"

Leslie fought hard to suppress her laughter. "Wonder Woman, eh?" she
asked. "You sure don't look like Wonder Woman. She wears a very
striking costume, you know. But I do find you very attractive."

"Thank you for the compliment," said Drusilla. "As for the Wonder
Woman costume, I have it on underneath this dress."

"You do?" asked Leslie. "I'd like to see it."

"If you insist," said Drusilla, as she reached down to pull her
miniskirt up.

"Er, not here," interrupted Leslie. "Let's go somewhere where we can
talk."

"All right," agreed Drusilla, pleased that apparently this woman was
offering no resistance. Perhaps this "Leslie" is not as dangerous as
she's been made out to be, thought Drusilla, who said, "Lead the way."

"Follow me into my office," said Leslie. "You can bring your wine with
you." Leslie then turned to the bartender and said, "See that we're
not disturbed, will you Joan?"

Drusilla followed Leslie into a back room. Inside were some very fine
furnishings: a large desk, a bar, and, in a back corner, a king-sized
bed.

"So you say you're Wonder Woman, eh?" said Leslie. "Prove it. Show me
the costume."

Drusilla removed her dress and stood revealed in the familiar red,
white, and blue garments. She reached into her purse, and after
doffing her high-heeled shoes, put on her bracelets and her sister's
red boots and tiara. "There," she declared. "Satisfied? Are you ready
to go with me to jail now?"

Leslie was impressed by the girl's presentation, but couldn't help
thinking that this was some sort of trick. Surely, even the real
Wonder Woman wouldn't be so bold as to walk into the lair of a
supercriminal like herself without having a better idea of what to
expect.

"Jail?" repeated Leslie. "Just a moment Wonder Woman, or whoever you
are. What makes you think you can take me anywhere?"

"Why, you're Leslie," declared "Wonder Woman," "The notorious drug
queen. You said so yourself."

"But how do you know I'm the real Leslie?" asked the woman. "How do
you know you didn't make some sort of a mistake? How do you know I
wasn't just pulling your very shapely leg?"

"Well, er...," stammered "Wonder Woman," as she took another gulp of
her wine.

"And even if I were a 'drug queen' as you called me, what is your
evidence?" asked Leslie. "Do you see any drugs around here?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find them," replied "Wonder Woman." "After I look
around a bit and...,"

"Do you have a search warrant?" asked Leslie.

"A search warrant?" repeated "Wonder Woman".

"Yes," replied Leslie. "You'll need one to 'look around a bit," as you
say."

"I don't have time for that!" declared "Wonder Woman". "Now, are you
coming along quietly, or do I have to use my Magic Lasso to compel you
to obey me?"

"'Magic Lasso'?" repeated Leslie. "If you were the real Wonder Woman,
you'd know that any information gained by the use of such a powerful
item is inadmissible in court. Besides, how do I know that's the real
Magic Lasso you have on your very curvaceous and attractive waist? For
that matter, how do I know you're the real Wonder Woman?"

"Of course I'm the real Wonder Woman," declared Drusilla, more to
convince herself than anyone else, while she was again pleased by
Leslie's continuing complimentary comments.

"Prove it," demanded Leslie.

"All right," agreed "Wonder Woman". "I will demonstrate."

"Wonder Woman" retrieved the Magic Lasso from her "curvaceous and
attractive waist," twirled it in the air a few times, and draped it
over Leslie's shoulders.

"Now what?" asked Leslie, contemplating the unfamiliar feeling the
golden rope conveyed.

"You will do as I command," declared "Wonder Woman". Knowing now that
she couldn't just demand Leslie reveal all her secrets, (but not
knowing that Steve Trevor had all the evidence he needed to convict
Leslie of several capital crimes anyway) "Wonder Woman" commanded
Leslie, "Stand on your head."

Immediately, as if an unseen force were compelling her to act, Leslie
stood on her head. As she did so, her skirt fell, revealing that she,
like Wonder Woman and her sister, wore no underwear. "Wonder Woman"
was transfixed at the sight.

After a moment lost in thought, "Wonder Woman" said, "That's enough.
You can get up now."

Leslie regained her equipoise as "Wonder Woman" reattached her Magic
Lasso to her waist, and said, "I guess you're the real thing, Wonder
Woman. I have to admit, though. You are one beautiful woman. Can we
have another drink together before you haul me in?"

Allowing herself to be swayed by Leslie's continuing flattery, "Wonder
Woman" relented and agreed to let Leslie have a drink.

"Here, let me freshen yours up," said Leslie, as she took "Wonder
Woman's" wineglass and refilled it. She poured some Diet Coke for
herself. "Have a seat. I assume the police will be here any minute?"

"No," said "Wonder Woman" as she sat down, not noticing Leslie's gaze
on her shapely legs as she did so. "I'm here all alone." Then,
changing the subject, "Wonder Woman" said, "What did you call this
wine again? I never had such good wine before."

"Amphora," replied Leslie. "I'm glad you like it."

"Wonder Woman" downed her second glass, and asked for a third. Leslie
was happy to oblige. "I must say, Wonder Woman," began Leslie, "You
had me completely fooled when you came in. I though you were just
another new customer."

"Is that why you bought me a drink?" asked the superheroine. "Do you
buy all your new customers a drink?"

"Only the ones I find particularly attractive," said Leslie. More
flattery.

"But don't you have a boyfriend or a husband?" asked "Wonder Woman".
"Someone to buy you a drink now and then?"

"'Boyfriend'?!" repeated Leslie, as she thought, talk about na•ve!
"Tell me, Wonder Woman, did you see any women with boyfriends or
husbands out there? Did you see any men at all?"

"Er..," stammered "Wonder Woman", "Come to think of it, no."

"Why do you suppose that is?" asked Leslie.

"I haven't a clue," replied "Wonder Woman".

That figures, thought Leslie, who said, "This is a lesbian bar. No men
allowed."

"'No men'?" repeated "Wonder Woman". "Then how do you, er..., that
is..., I mean..., well, you're very beautiful. As a matter of fact,
you could probably pass for me. So you couldn't have any trouble
attracting men."

"Thank you, but I don't want to attract men," declared Leslie, holding
her exasperation and her surprise at the superheroine's conceit in
check.

"But you need a man to make love to you...," said "Wonder Woman", more
as a question than a statement.

"No, I don't," said Leslie.

"But how...?" started "Wonder Woman".

"Let me show you," said Leslie.

*	*	*

Back at Etta's apartment, "Didi" was entertaining herself with some
dolls Etta had bought for her. Etta was on the phone to Steve Trevor.

"Have you heard anything from Wonder Woman, Steve?" Etta asked.

"No," replied Steve. "My men have staked out the 'Two Sisters Cell
Block', but haven't reported seeing Wonder Woman yet. How's Didi?"

"Oh, she's fine," replied Etta. "She's right here. Would you like to
talk to her?"

"She's there?" asked Steve. "I thought you had taken her home."

"I tried to," said Etta. "But there wasn't anyone there. Drusilla
hadn't come back from school."

"And Diana is still missing," said Steve. "Sure, I'll talk to Didi."

"All right Steve," said Etta. "She's right here."

"Didi?" said Etta. "It's Steve. Would you like to talk to him?"

"Didi" came running to the telephone. As soon as Etta handed it to
her, she asked, "Steve? Are you coming over?"

"Well Didi," replied Steve. "I hadn't thought about it, but I suppose
I could, for a little while. Ask Auntie Etta if it's all right."

"Okay," replied "Didi."

After a pause, Etta came on the line, and said, "What's this, Steve?
You want to come over?"

"Well, if it's not too much trouble," confirmed Steve. "I think I'd
like to be around for a little while, to help you with Didi."

"Are you sure that's all you're interested in?" pressed Etta,
playfully suspicious of Steve's somewhat mealy-mouthed excuse.

"Well...," stammered Steve.

"All right," agreed Etta. "Come right over. I'll fix you and Didi a
nice dinner."

"I'll pick up some wine on the way," declared Steve.

*	*	*

Leslie motioned, and "Wonder Woman" followed her to the bed. "Please
sit down, and allow me to demonstrate what you've been missing, Wonder
Woman," she said.

"Wonder Woman" sat on the edge of the bed. Leslie sat behind her and
began to massage the superheroine's shoulders.

"Mmmm, that feels good," moaned "Wonder Woman".

Leslie continued to massage "Wonder Woman's" neck and shoulders, then
her arms, and finally her back. "My, you're really tense, Wonder
Woman," said Leslie, as she paused. "You really need to relax."

"Please don't stop," said "Wonder Woman". "It feels so good." The
massage, along with the three glasses of wine, brought sensations of
pleasure she had never experienced before.

"If you really want to get a good massage," said Leslie, "Why don't
you get out of that tight costume? Then I can really go to work."

"I..., er..., I don't know," stammered "Wonder Woman", balking at the
suggestion. "I really should take you in now."

"Please. Let's stay a while longer," pleaded Leslie. "Remember, you
don't have any proof yet. They'd have to let me go, and you'd look
foolish. It wouldn't do to have the 'World's Greatest Superheroine'
look like such a booby now, would it?"

"'Booby'?" repeated "Wonder Woman". "No, I suppose not."

"I'll tell you what," said Leslie. "You let me continue to show you
how much fun it can be to be a lesbian, and I'll bring along some
proof when you haul me in. I'll even confess, if you want me to. If I
admit to my wrongdoings without being under the influence of the Magic
Lasso, you'll have completed your mission. All I want to do is make
you happy."

"That's very gracious of you," said "Wonder Woman". "But you said
something about 'proof.' What proof?"

"Here, let me show you," said Leslie.

Leslie walked to a painting on the wall in her office. She removed the
artwork to reveal a secret safe within the wall. Twirling the dial,
she opened the safe, reached in, and took out a large sack. Turning to
"Wonder Woman", she opened the sack.

"See this?" asked Leslie. "This is pure heroin, about fifty thousand
dollars' worth. It's enough to prove I traffic in illegal narcotics.
All you have to do is bring me in with this, and the judge will throw
the book at me."

"But then I could just take you in now," declared "Wonder Woman".
"With that proof."

"That's where the confession comes in, darling," replied Leslie. "With
a free confession, I get put away for a much longer time."

"What about the men you've killed?" asked "Wonder Woman".

"Oh, they were just men," said Leslie. "You can understand that,
Wonder Woman."

"Wonder Woman" didn't really understand, but nodded anyway. "I still
don't understand why you are being so nice to me," she said.

"Well, what good would it do me to resist?" asked Leslie. "I am a
captive of Wonder Woman, 'Superheroine Number One'! Besides, just
because I'm a supercriminal, doesn't mean you and I can't be friends."

"Very well," said "Wonder Woman", although she was still somewhat
confused. "After all, what chance would an ordinary woman like
yourself have against Wonder Woman? You may proceed."

Seething inside at "Wonder Woman's" supercilious remarks, Leslie, in
her best impression of a gay hairdresser or fashion designer, smiled
and said, "First, let's take off this tight bustier."

"Wonder Woman" smiled back at Leslie as the woman gripped her bustier,
pulling it down easily, allowing "Wonder Woman's" huge breasts to
spring free. When Leslie had the bustier down to "Wonder Woman's"
waist, she released it and looked greedily at the beautiful, huge
breasts. Reaching forward, she grabbed both of the large, milky white
tits and squeezed them, her thumb and forefinger playing briefly with
each of the nipples.

"Such wonderful breasts," moaned Leslie, slowly kissing the tops of
"Wonder Woman's" huge tits. Then she traced a circle around the left
nipple, causing it to grow even more erect, almost painful, as it
strained to be suckled.

Leslie lowered her face to "Wonder Woman's" and lightly kissed her on
the lips with a gentle touch that surprised the superheroine.

"No...," "Wonder Woman" began to protest, but her head darted in and
her eyes widened in surprise as Leslie's tongue slid down her throat.

"Wonder Woman's" eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. Sensing the
girl's eagerness, Leslie stopped playing with the breast. She raised
her hand up around "Wonder Woman's" head, sliding into her soft, black
hair and gripping her gently by the back of the head. She pressed her
lips against the young superheroine's in a deeper kiss.

"Wonder Woman" groaned in pleasure as she felt Leslie's tongue slide
in between her own lips. As if of its own will, her own tongue slid
forward over the intruder's and they tasted each other, exploring each
other's mouths.

Leslie fought a grin of satisfaction as she continued the kiss, her
tongue sliding against "Wonder Woman's" cheeks while the
superheroine's own tongue dug into the inside of Leslie's mouth.

Finally, Leslie broke the kiss and grinned at "Wonder Woman", who
grinned back with a lover's smile.

"That wasn't so bad," said "Wonder Woman".

"There's more to come," said Leslie as she slid her hands down "Wonder
Woman's" waist, under her belt, and under the lower part of her
costume, sliding her hand between the superheroine's thighs and
cupping her love mound. She grasped the waistband of "Wonder Woman's"
star-spangled silk briefs from under her belt and pulled them down,
revealing the girl's waist, then the dark, thick, black pubic hair
over her pussy. As Leslie pulled the briefs first from one long leg,
then the other, she looked up with a grin.

Leslie reached down and cupped each ass cheek firmly. They were plump
but not soft, firm globes of flesh. "You have a great ass," she
declared.

"Thank you," politely replied "Wonder Woman".

"No panties under there, huh?" laughed Leslie.

"No," gasped "Wonder Woman", as a finger slid in between her cunt lips
and pushed into her hot, wet depths.

"Wonder Woman's" body was powerless to do anything but become turned
on. Her pussy began to grow wetter, and the fingers running along her
cunt were lubricated by her pussy juices. Then she gasped in pleasure
as she felt two more fingers slide in between the folds of her pussy
lips.

"Oooh, that feels so good," moaned "Wonder Woman" as three fingers
slid in and out of her. Leslie moved with an almost gentle touch.
"Wonder Woman's" hips begin to gyrate, forcing Leslie's fingers in and
out of her pussy. The superheroine began moaning lightly as she felt
an orgasm approaching.

"Wonder Woman's" eyes widened in shock as she felt teeth lightly bite
on her left nipple, nibbling on its erection, causing waves of
sensation to ripple through her body.

"Aaah! Oooh! Ahhh!" gasped "Wonder Woman" as she felt herself riding
the wave of climax, ready to come crashing down at any second. Her
hips were now grinding themselves against the hand in her cunt,
pushing deep circles against it in a mad attempt to get off.

Leslie lowered the superheroine to her knees as "Wonder Woman"
continued to press her cunt against the woman's hand as hard as she
could, begging for release. Pressing the girl's back slightly, Leslie
lightly flicked the erect nipple with her tongue, causing a gasp of
pleasure to come from the moaning girl.

"I..., I..., I'm...," gasped "Wonder Woman", and then her entire body
seemed to go rock hard. Her teeth clenched and she struggled to draw a
breath. Then, suddenly, she let out a moan of animalistic pleasure and
her entire body went limp.

Leslie grinned at "Wonder Woman". After she slowly slid her hand out
of the girl's vagina, she put one wet finger into her mouth and licked
the pussy juices from it.

Leslie lowered her face and once more kissed "Wonder Woman", pressing
her tongue into the superheroine's mouth and tasting her once more.
"Wonder Woman" did not push her own tongue into Leslie's mouth this
time, but instead pursed her lips around the tongue and sucked eagerly
on it. Slowly, "Wonder Woman's" body relaxed and she melted into the
kiss. She let Leslie keep control, as the woman's arms slid around the
girl's thin waist and gripped her ass cheeks.

Leslie broke the kiss and pulled away, tickling the underside of
"Wonder Woman's" huge tits lightly with the tips of her fingers.

"That was a wonderful massage," said "Wonder Woman" as she recovered
from her orgasm. "I almost wish I didn't have to turn you in."

"I enjoyed it too," agreed Leslie. "But I sense that you're not quite
satisfied. Isn't there some way I can repay you for your kindness
towards me?"

Amazing, thought "Wonder Woman." This woman can tell I want more!
"Well, there is one thing," she said. "I'm kind of embarrassed to
admit this, but...,"

"Go on," encouraged Leslie. "Tell me. Whatever it is, you can trust
me."

"Yes, I do trust you," said "Wonder Woman". "Well, I've always had
this kind of dark fantasy, to be raped by my sis... That is..., I
mean..., by myself." She caught herself before betraying her true
identity, thinking that it might really seem demented to her newfound
friend to reveal that she had fantasies about an incestual
relationship with her sister, the real Wonder Woman.

"In other words, you, Wonder Woman, want Wonder Woman to force herself
on you?" asked Leslie. "Is that it?"

"Yes," confirmed "Wonder Woman". "I know it sounds crazy, and it's
impossible, but...,"

"Now, now, Wonder Woman," interrupted Leslie. "Remember what you said
a little while ago? About how you and I could pass for one another?"

"Yes," said "Wonder Woman". "I remember. And I meant it. You look a
lot like my sis..., I mean me."

"Well then," declared Leslie, "It should be a simple matter. All I
have to do is wear your costume! That should help!"

"Yes," agreed "Wonder Woman". "That might work!"

"Well, we won't know until we try," declared Leslie. "You take off the
rest of your costume, your boots, and tiara, and I'll start with the
briefs and bustier."

"Wonder Woman" eagerly complied. She took off her boots and tiara, and
handed them to Leslie, who had already begun donning the costume. When
Leslie finished, "Wonder Woman", now just a naked Drusilla, was amazed
at the likeness.

"Will I now have super powers?" asked Leslie.

"No, I'm afraid not," said Drusilla, who was now naked except for her
bracelets and Magic Belt. "But you do look like Wonder Woman. Shall we
get started?"

*	*	*

After dinner, Etta turned to Steve and said, "Thanks for coming over
and helping me with Didi, Steve. She's fast asleep."

"My pleasure," replied Steve. "Although I feel a little guilty about
inviting myself over."

"But you didn't invite yourself over!" protested Etta. "I invited
you."

"Actually, I think it was Didi's idea," suggested Steve. "She's a
lovely child. I wish I had a daughter just like her."

"Well, why don't you?" asked Etta. "Get married and have children, I
mean."

Steve began to get uncomfortable with Etta's questioning, so he
changed the subject. "There's still been no word from Diana," he said.
"I can't help but wonder if we'll ever see her again."

"Don't change the subject Steve," said Etta. "Diana can take care of
herself. Maybe she's run off with a new lover."

"Or maybe she's just in your closet, waiting to see what will happen,"
suggested Steve. "Right here, in your apartment."

"Why?" asked Etta. "What's going to happen?"

"This!" replied Steve, as he draped his arms around Etta and pulled
her to his lips in a muscular embrace.

Etta closed her eyes and returned the kiss. Finally, as the kiss
broke, she re-opened her eyes, and saw Steve smiling down at her.

*	*	*

Leslie stood in Wonder Woman's famous pose. She placed her fists on
her satin-covered hips, and looking down at Drusilla, declared, "All
right, you diabolical villainess! I, Wonder Woman, have learned of
your monstrous plot to steal soda bottles and return them for
deposit!"

Giggling, the naked Drusilla declared, "You'll never take me alive,
you Amazonian whore!"

"'Amazonian whore'?" repeated "Wonder Leslie". "I'll show you who the
whore is, you..., you..., whore!"

Leslie began her "rape." Drusilla did not resist, however, which
seemed disappointing to both participants. "There's something wrong
here," professed "Wonder Leslie". "You're being too consensual. I
can't rape you if you don't fight back."

"Yes," agreed Dru. "You're right."

"What can we do to make you resist?" asked "Wonder Leslie".

"I know!" declared Dru. "Use my Magic Lasso to command me to resist!"

"Well, if you think that will work," said "Wonder Leslie". "I'm game."
Drusilla removed the mystic lariat from her belt, and handed it to
Leslie, who in turn draped it over Dru's shoulders. Dru felt the same
tingling she had felt when her sister had used it on her a few nights
earlier.

"I command you to resist my advances," instructed "Wonder Leslie".

"That's all you need to do," said Drusilla. "I'm ready."

"Fascinating," said "Wonder Leslie". "I didn't think that the Magic
Lasso would work for me. You said I wouldn't gain any super powers
when I put on your costume."

"The super powers don't come with the costume," said Dru. "But the
Lasso is its own magic. So it works for anyone, on anyone."

"That's very interesting," said "Wonder Leslie", as a plan began to
form in her mind. "Now to business. I've got you where I want you, my
lovely! I...,"

As "Wonder Leslie" touched the naked and apparently helpless young
superheroine, she was met with a strong right cross that knocked her
clear across the room, rendering her almost unconscious!

"Oh, no!" cried Dru, as she leapt from the bed. "Leslie! Speak to me,"
she said, as she quickly embraced the fallen woman.

"Wha... what happened, Wonder Woman, sweetheart?" asked "Wonder
Leslie", as she groggily regained her senses.

"It's my fault," said Drusilla. "I forgot that I still have on my
Magic Belt."

"Your Belt?" asked "Wonder Leslie".

"Yes," said Drusilla. "It gives me my super powers."

"Then you'd better take it off before we proceed, don't you think?"
asked "Wonder Leslie".

"All right," agreed Drusilla, as she removed the golden sash.

The plan that "Wonder Leslie" had begun to form was now clear. She had
earned the trust of Wonder Woman, and was now ready to take advantage
of that trust.

Drusilla laid back down on the bed. "Wonder Leslie", running the tip
of one long finger up Drusilla's stomach and between her breasts,
caused a shiver of pleasure to run through the young Amazon's naked
body. But this time, as the young girl tried to resist, "Wonder
Leslie" found that she could easily overpower her. Thus, she was
satisfied as to her erstwhile captor's powerlessness.

"You know, Wonder Woman," said "Wonder Leslie", "That punch of yours
knocked me for a bit of a loop. I'm not feeling too well right now.
Can we finish this later?"

"I'm so sorry if I hurt you," said Drusilla. "Are you going to be all
right?"

"I'll be fine in the morning," affirmed "Wonder Leslie".

"'In the morning'?" repeated Drusilla. "But I have to bring you in
right away!" Drusilla realized that time was growing ever shorter, if
she was to complete her mission in time to return her sister back to
normal.

"Wonder Leslie", sensing her foe's recalcitrance, quickly grasped the
Magic Lasso and draped it about Dru's shoulders.

"I think you can forget about bringing me in, my dear," declared
"Wonder Leslie". "I command you to fall asleep now. When the sun comes
up in the morning, you will awaken, but I will be long gone. Ta-ta!"

Drusilla quickly fell asleep and collapsed onto her captor's bed.

Crouching down, the supervillainess decided to test her quarry's
condition by sliding her hand down the unconscious heroine's back and
cupping one asscheek in her hand. It was plump but still firm and she
gripped it roughly. Drusilla did not stir.

"And I'd better take these, too," said "Wonder Leslie", as she removed
Drusilla's bracelets from around the young girl's wrists and placed
them on her own.

*	*	*

Back at her apartment, Etta rolled over in bed to talk to Steve. "That
was wonderful, darling," she said. "You don't know how long I've
thought about having you here."

"All you ever had to do was show a little interest," said Steve.

"But what about Wonder Woman?" asked Etta.

"I don't know," said Steve. "I guess maybe it's the costume that makes
me love her," he speculated.

"You mean if I wore a Wonder Woman costume, you'd like it?" asked
Etta.

"I suppose," replied Steve. "But I don't think she'll let you borrow
it," he added with a smile.

"Oh Steve!" exclaimed Etta. "You are a rascal!" Just then, the door to
the bedroom opened, and in peeked little "Didi".

"Auntie Etta? Uncle Steve?" the little girl asked.

"Yes, honey," replied Etta. "What is it?"

"Can I have a drink of water?" asked "Didi".

"Of course, dear," replied Etta. "I'll get it for you."

As Etta and "Didi" walked to the kitchen, "Didi" said, "Thank you,
Auntie Etta. Drusilla won't help me to reach the water. She makes me
get it myself, so sometimes I go thirsty."

"Drusilla?" repeated Etta, as she looked at her kitchen clock. 11:30
P.M. "That reminds me. I think I'll try calling her again. If she
isn't home by now, I'll have to do something about it."

Etta picked up the phone and dialed Diana Prince's number. The phone
rang for twelve times before Etta gave up. "Not even an answering
machine! Well, Drusilla Prince will be in some mighty big trouble when
she gets home tomorrow!"

*	*	*

The next morning, Drusilla woke to find herself alone and naked on the
bed in Leslie's office.

"Oh, my head!" said Drusilla. "Where am I?" Drusilla looked around.
Her sister's Wonder Woman costume and accessories were nowhere to be
found; only the slinky dress she wore the night before in her "secret
identity," along with her small clutch purse.

"Now I remember!" said Dru. "Leslie! I trusted her, and she betrayed
me! Wait until I get my hands on her! But first things first. I must
quickly dress and get back to the apartment! I'll change Diana back
and..., and she'll kill me for losing her costume and Magic Lasso! But
what else can I do? I really need her help!"

Drusilla quickly threw the dress on and proceeded to make a hasty
exit. Just as she was about to open the door, she turned and saw the
sack of heroin. "I'll need this to prove Leslie's guilt!" she declared
as she took the package. She also took a pack of cigarettes and some
matches. "Maybe these will help me get rid of my headache," she
speculated.

Drusilla left Leslie's office and entered the bar. At that hour of the
morning, the place was deserted. The front door was locked, but
fortunately from the inside, so she didn't need a key to open it. She
quickly ran into the street and started to run home. But without her
bracelets to give her super powers, she quickly grew tired. "I'll
never make it if I have to walk," she declared. So she decided to
hitchhike.

No doubt because of the sexy dress she was wearing that revealed her
uncostumed perky breasts, and her legs that went "all the way up," Dru
had no trouble getting a car to stop. "Hey little lady," said a large
man driving a Cadillac. "Can I give you a lift?"

"Yes," replied Dru. "Thank you. Please take me home. It's this way."

"Sure, little lady," said the man as Dru entered the car. "Whatever
you say."

Drusilla was pretty sure she'd make it home in time to set things
straight, if she encountered no more delays. But just as she was
beginning to feel relief, the man pulled the car over into a vacant
lot behind some abandoned buildings.

"Why are you stopping?" demanded Dru.

"This looks like as good a place as any," replied the driver. "How
much?"

"'How much'?" repeated Drusilla. "How much for what?"

"Why a blow job, of course," said the man.

"Look, I didn't get in this car for that...," started Dru, not exactly
sure what a "blow job" was.

"In this neighborhood?" asked the man. "In that dress? Come on, you
can't tell me you're not a whore! Now, how much?"

Drusilla looked around. There seemed to be no one for miles. She had
to do as this man asked, or she'd never get home in time.

So, Drusilla asked, "If I give you this 'blow job' like you asked,
will you then take me to my home? Right away?"

"Well, only if you do it for nothing," said the man. "This ain't no
taxicab, honey."

"All right," agreed Drusilla. "What do you want me to do?"

The man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock-hard penis.
"Just put your mouth around this, little lady," instructed the man.
"And suck it. Then, let nature take its course."

Drusilla did as she was instructed. She placed her mouth around the
organ and sucked for all she was worth. Fortunately, the man quickly
achieved release. So quickly in fact, that Drusilla almost gagged on
the man's semen. Her mouth filled quickly. She was unable to swallow
all of the fluid, and much of it spilled from her mouth onto her
dress.

"Glgk...," gurgled Drusilla. "Can we..., ulk..., go now?"

"That was great," replied the man. "Maybe by the time we get to your
place, I'll be ready to do it again."

Great Hera, I hope not, thought Drusilla, as the man drove.

Several minutes later, the Cadillac reached the Princes' apartment.
Drusilla was prepared to jump out of the car to get away from her
disgusting escort, but he had other ideas. He locked the car's doors.

"Please let me out!" begged Drusilla.

"No, I'm having too good of a time with you right now, sweetie!"
declared the man. "I'm ready for another."

Realizing that resistance was hopeless, Drusilla acquiesced. Even
though she now had some experience in fellatio, she found to her
disgust that this time, the man was taking longer to fulfill his
desire. Dru had to stroke and lick the man's genitalia for a few
moments to get it hard. Then, she had to suck and blow, even harder
than before. 

Unbeknownst to the two "lovers," several pairs of eyes were gazing at
them from behind the window in Diana Prince's apartment. What they saw
was the spectacle of a young girl's head, bobbing up and down in the
lap of a man apparently three times her age.

Finally, at long last, Drusilla's mouth was full again. The man became
relaxed, with a dazed smile of satisfied stupor on his face. Drusilla
quickly took advantage of her "host's" listlessness by reaching over
and unlocking the door. Quickly, she retrieved the parcel she had
confiscated from Leslie's office and exited the car.

"Ugh!" exclaimed Drusilla, as the man's cum dripped again from hr
lips, further staining her dress. "I wonder if I'll ever get this
disgusting taste from my mouth! Maybe if I smoke a cigarette, that
will help!"

Dru paused for just a moment to light one of the cigarettes she had
confiscated from Leslie's office. Then, to avoid being pursued by her
erstwhile chauffeur, she ran as fast as she could up the stairs to her
apartment.

Still smoking her cigarette, Dru advanced to the door of the
apartment. As she reached for her key, she noticed that the door to
the apartment was already open! Cautiously, she slowly opened the
door, and called out to her sister. "Diana? Are you all right?"

"Please come in Drusilla," said a voice the young Amazon recognized as
belonging to Steve Trevor.

"Steve!" gasped Drusilla. "Is Diana, er..., Didi here?"

"No, neither Diana nor Didi are here," declared Steve. "But never mind
that. You have some explaining to do, young lady. Just where have you
been all night?"

"Never mind that," said another voice Dru recognized as belonging to
Etta Candy. "You saw what she was doing down there in that car!"

"I'm afraid I'll have to agree," said yet another voice that Drusilla
did not recognize. "This looks like an open and shut case, Colonel
Trevor."

"What's this all about?" asked Dru as she looked around and saw two
unknown persons besides Steve and Etta. "Steve? Who are these people?
What are they doing here?"

"Look at her Steve!" said Etta. "Look at that dress! That's not
spilled whipped cream! And look! She's smoking a cigarette! Talk about
moral turpitude!"

"Calm down, Miss Candy," said one of the strangers. "We'll take care
of this. Miss Prince, I am Mr. Jones, and this is my colleague, Mr.
Smith. We're from Child Welfare."

"'Child Welfare'?" repeated Drusilla.

"Yes," confirmed Mr. Smith. "You have in your charge an infant, a Miss
Didi Prince? At least, we believe her last name to be 'Prince'."

"Er...," stammered Dru. "Y..., yes, that's right. She's my niece.
Where is she?"

"I'm afraid we have her in our custody," said Mr. Jones. "For her own
well-being."

"Well, can I see her?" asked Dru. "I need to see her right away."

"I'm afraid you won't be seeing her for a long time, if ever," said
Mr. Smith. "You see, we did some checking. We found no record anywhere
of a child by the name of 'Didi', 'Prince', or otherwise. At least not
one legitimately related to you. So, we were forced to conclude that
Didi is either your daughter or your sister Diana's daughter. And
since neither you, Drusilla Prince, nor your sister for that matter,
show any record of ever having been married, we were forced to
conclude that she was born out of wedlock.

"Now this is not a crime in and of itself, Miss Prince. But since by
your actions over the past two days, you have shown yourself to be
unfit as a mother, or, in the case of Didi being anyone else's
daughter, an unfit guardian, we were forced to take action, for the
child's sake."

"What do you mean by 'unfit'?" asked Drusilla, confused at the Welfare
Officer's words.

"For example," responded Mr. Jones, "Staying out all hours of the
night; abandoning the child while you practice promiscuous sex;
failing to provide adequate nourishment, or even water, to the child."

"But that's not true!" exclaimed Drusilla. "I can explain, if you'll
just let me...,"

"You can explain yourself at the hearing," said Mr. Smith. "Now, if
you'll excuse us, Mr. Jones and I have to be going." Then, Mr. Smith
added, "Thank you for your assistance in this matter, Colonel Trevor;
Miss Candy."

"Steve!" cried Drusilla, as the two men departed. "You can't allow
this! I have to see Didi right away! You don't understand!"

"All I understand is that you're a very irresponsible teenager!"
angrily declared Steve. "And if and when Diana gets back, she'll
probably be in trouble, too."

"But Diana isn't coming back unless I see Didi right away!" sobbed
Drusilla. "That's the whole point! I must...,"

"So your sister's not coming back?" asked Steve. "Then obviously, she
must be a part of whatever's going on."

"But nothing's 'going on'!" declared Dru. "I just need to...,"

"Say, what's in that sack you're carrying?" asked Steve.

"This?" said Dru. "Oh, this. It's nothing. Just some sugar I picked up
at the store. I was going to bake a cake and..." For obvious reasons,
the young Amazon couldn't tell Steve the truth about what she was
carrying.

"Sugar, eh?" asked Steve suspiciously. "Let me see!"

"No!" exclaimed Drusilla.

Steve reached for the package. Drusilla tried to avoid Steve's grasp,
but without her super powers, she was no match for him. Steve managed
to whisk the package from Drusilla, and opened it.

"Well, well," said Steve. "This looks suspiciously like heroin. About
forty thousand dollars worth, I'd say." He turned to Etta and said,
"Call the police, dear."

"Fifty thousand," whispered Drusilla under her breath.

"What did you say?" asked Steve.

"Give that back," demanded Drusilla, reaching for the illicit
substance.

"Not likely," replied Steve, as he avoided the girl's grasp. "This
explains a lot. I suppose you sister Diana, is in on this too. Maybe
that's why she disappeared. Maybe she saw that the heat was on, and
left the country with her and her sister's ill-gotten gains. Come to
think of it, I never knew very much about Diana's private life."

"You don't understand," cried Drusilla. "This isn't Diana's."

"Whose is it then?" asked Steve.

"It belongs to..., er..., Leslie," said Dru.

"So you're mixed up with Leslie, too?" asked Steve, incredulously.
"That reminds me. I haven't heard from Wonder Woman on her mission to
capture her."

"You won't find her," said Drusilla, dejectedly.

"I won't find who?" asked Steve. "Wonder Woman? Or Leslie?"

"Both," replied Drusilla. "Or neither. I don't know."

"What do you mean, Drusilla?" demanded Steve.

Just then, the police arrived. Steve quickly explained the situation,
and Drusilla was placed under arrest. After they led her away, Steve
hurried to investigate the whereabouts of Wonder Woman, and what Dru's
relationship was with Leslie.

*	*	*

Steve didn't have long to wait for answers. A few days later, the body
of a woman in a Wonder Woman costume was discovered. Steve told his
new wife, Etta Trevor, the awful truth.

"You mean to say that Wonder Woman had a secret identity?" asked Etta.
"That she and the drug queen Leslie were one and the same?"

"It looks that way, yes," confirmed Steve. "The body they found was
wearing a Wonder Woman costume. The police thought it was just some
unlucky prostitute who dressed up like Wonder Woman for her clients.
The body and face were battered beyond recognition, but the costume
was still intact. They thought that was strange, but they didn't think
anything of it until they ran the fingerprints through. When they
found out the fingerprints matched those of the ones we had on file
for Leslie, they delved a little deeper. They did some tests, and
found the costume to be indestructible. So, they figured it was Wonder
Woman, and concluded that Wonder Woman and Leslie were one and the
same."

"What about the rest of the costume?" asked Etta. "Was it all there?
The belt, the tiara...,"

"Everything," confirmed Steve. "Even the Magic Lasso. We tested it,
and it worked. The only thing missing was the bracelets."

"Oh?" asked Etta. "What happened to them?"

"This is where it gets interesting," said Steve. "It explains how
Wonder Woman died. It seems one of Leslie's lovers, a barmaid by the
name of Joan, was in on a plan of Leslie's to take over the other drug
lords' pieces of the cartel. Leslie was to have appeared at the other
drug kingpins' hideouts as Wonder Woman. She would then arrest them,
and keep the business for herself, in her identity as Leslie."

"What went wrong?" asked Etta.

"Jealousy, I guess," replied Steve. "And it involved Drusilla. It
seems the night before we last saw Dru, she had slept with Leslie.
Joan couldn't stand it, so she set up Wonder Woman."

"How?" asked Etta. "It doesn't seem likely that a few drug lords could
get the 'drop' on her. Wonder Woman's been in a lot of tougher scrapes
before."

"Ah, but she was never betrayed by a lover before," said Steve. "As
for the 'how', Just as she was changing into Wonder Woman, Leslie got
a snootful of chloroform from Joan. Joan then carried Wonder Woman,
unconscious, to the drug lords' lair, where they raped her and beat
her to death.

"And how did you find out all these gruesome details?" asked Etta.

"Well, Joan was filled with hate from her lover's betrayal," said
Steve. "She wasn't interested in money. But she was sentimental, in a
sick sort of way. It seems she got Wonder Woman's bracelets as payment
for her services. Nothing else. But she soon discovered that she had
no income, with the 'Two Sisters Cell Block' shut down. So she tried
to sell the bracelets. Fortunately for us, she approached one of our
undercover operatives. But unfortunately for her, she was shot when
she discovered our setup and tried to escape. Just before she died,
she made a full statement."

"Where are the bracelets now?" asked Etta.

"We took them to our lab for testing," replied Steve. "We thought that
maybe they'd be of some use; perhaps they could facilitate the
development of a secret weapon of some kind. But we found out that
they no longer have any special properties, now that Wonder Woman is
no more. It seems the 'aura' of her life energy is what gave them
their power. To anyone but Wonder Woman, the bracelets are strictly
ornamental."

"So where are they?" asked Etta.

"They're with the rest of the costume," replied Steve.

"And the costume is...," started Etta.

"Why right here," said Steve, as he reached under his wife's pillow.
"For you, my love."

"Oh, Steve!" exclaimed Etta. "You rascal! But if you think I'm going
to wear the costume of a dead superheroine, er..., supercriminal, with
its sexy silk briefs, its arousing red bustier, its erotically
appealing golden waist cincher, its seductive red boots, and its
sensual tiara, you're..., you're..., absolutely right! Sweetheart! I
can't wait to try it on!"

"Be my guest," said Steve. "We saw how bad the real Wonder Woman
turned out to be. Show me how bad you can be, 'Wonder Etta'."

*	*	*

After Steve Trevor finally got into Wonder Woman's silk briefs during
yet another passionate night of lovemaking, his spouse again rolled
over and asked, "What about Drusilla? What's going to happen to her?"

"Well, after her performance in court, where she was spouting off all
that stuff about being Wonder Girl, then being Wonder Woman because
she had changed Wonder Woman into Didi, the judge had no choice to
commit her," said Steve. "She was obviously a danger to herself, as
well as to others. And her possession of all that heroin along with
her admitted relationship with Leslie ensured that she'd get a heavy
sentence under maximum security. She'll probably never see the light
of day again."

"I only hope Didi can adjust," said Etta.

As if on cue, Didi entered the bedroom. "Mommy?" she said. "Daddy? Can
I have a drink of water?"

"I guess that answers your question," said Steve. "Mommy."

"I guess so," agreed Etta. as she got up to retrieve a glass of water
for her and Steve's foster child. "It was nice of the Child Welfare
office to let us adopt Didi."

After Didi's whistle was whetted, Etta returned to bed. She noticed
that her husband was still awake, so she asked, "What about Diana? Do
you think we'll ever see her again?"

"My guess is no," replied Steve. "She may be dead, or she may be
alive. If she's alive, she almost certainly was mixed up with Leslie
and her drug operation, which, come to think of it, might explain why
she and Wonder Woman seemed to be such good friends. I mean, it makes
sense, what with Diana being the only one able to contact Wonder Woman
when we needed her help. In any case, she's probably on some island
paradise, living off her ill-gotten gains."

"I hope so," said Etta. "I mean it would be bad if she were a
criminal, but working in our office, she was a real friend."

"But then so was Wonder Woman," said Steve. "But she played us for
fools. Pretending to be a superheroine, when all the time she was head
of a criminal empire. And to think that I loved her..., 

"Don't get me wrong, though. I liked Diana a lot, too. But who knows?
Maybe Diana Prince also had a secret identity."

"I still don't get it," said Etta. "How could Wonder Woman, who worked
closely with us, and the international supercriminal Leslie, with
hideouts all over the world, be one and the same? It doesn't seem
physically possible."

"Simple," replied Steve. "Obviously, Wonder Woman commuted between her
hideouts as Leslie and wherever she appeared as Wonder Woman by flying
her invisible plane. I know, because I've flown in it with her. Its
speed is incredible. It could easily fly around the world in just a
few minutes. I have several squads looking for it now. When we find
it, we might be able to discover the secret of is stealth, as well as
its speed. Good night, Etta."

"Good night, Steve," said Etta.

*	*	*

EPILOGUE

Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso, which strangely enough, none of the
criminals had thought to remove from the body of Leslie, was found to
be too dangerous a weapon to keep. But since it couldn't be destroyed,
it was instead exposed to high levels of radioactivity that would
prove fatal to anyone who handled it. It was then encased in a
twelve-ton cylinder of concrete and dropped in a secret place in the
middle of the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean. Its final
resting-place is adjacent to the weighed-down body of the late James
Hoffa.

The Purple Healing Ray, along with Wonder Woman's bracelets, were
destroyed when the man who had given Drusilla a ride home from the
'Two Sisters Cell Block' went looking for Dru. Not finding her at
home, the man committed arson and burned Drusilla's apartment
building, Purple Healing Ray and all, to the ground.

Drusilla was permanently committed to a home for the criminally
insane, where she had Agent Roberts' baby girl. Steve and Etta adopted
the baby so that Didi would have a little sister with which to play.
They named her Donna. Drusilla continued to try to see "Didi," in the
hopes that her erstwhile big sister could tell her where she hid her
Wonder Girl costume; the discovery of which would furnish exoneration.
She used the pretext that she wanted to see her own child in order to
do this, but was continually denied. It wouldn't have done her any
good anyway, as Didi Trevor had no recollection of ever being Dru's
sister. The disappearance of Wonder Girl was never explained. In spite
of her frustrating incarceration, however, Drusilla was able to enjoy
life, as the institution served ice cream three times a week.

Steve and Etta had several children of their own, but they never
stopped loving Didi or Donna.

And they never found Wonder Woman's invisible plane. After all, it was
invisible.

THE END


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