Wonder Girlfriend


"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked. "The party starts in an hour." I
was startled to see Janet in a light blue bathrobe and slippers.

"Oh, I've been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can't do it
without a form," she responded, discouraged.

"Well, we don't have a lot of time left and Superman is going to look
pretty lonely without Wonder Woman by his side," I smiled.

"Say Joe, would you mind doing me a favor?" asked Janet coyly, "Would
you mind putting on my costume for me, so I could sew the bustier?
It'll only take a few seconds."

"Me put it on?" I tried to protest.

"Well, it's the only way I'm going to be ready in time. I know Cheryl
is counting on us to come," purred Janet, as she rubbed my chest
through the blue spandex of my costume. I consented and began to
strip.

"All right, but you owe me," I said, stepping out of my Superman
costume. Janet immediately noticed my freshly shaved legs.

"Oh, good. You shaved your body hair. It will make the spandex costume
look a lot neater," she smiled, as she handed me a pair of high cut
red panties.

"Panties?" I asked, alarmed.

"Well, don't take this personally," she said. "But I'd rather not wear
those briefs right after you've taken them off. And another thing, I
want to see how the whole outfit looks on you, so I can get a sense of
the complete picture," said Janet.

Sheepishly, I gave in to her demands. I held out my feet as she slid
the shiny red boots with the three inch heels over my legs which I had
already agreed to let her encase in sheer pantyhose. I should have
realized that something more than a fitting was going on as I slid the
blue star-spangled briefs up around my waist and let her put the red
bustier with gold metallic eagle on my torso. I let her clip the red
star earrings on me and slap the big metal bracelets on my wrists. I
stood before her with my arms stretched out to my sides as she took a
needle and thread and began her work.

"I'm going to have to leave you a lot of room in your chest, so it'll
fit around a pair of breasts," she smiled.

"Just please hurry," I replied. "I don't want anyone to see me like
this," I pleaded. She tied off the thread and moved behind me.

"Now, just one more thing," she called from behind me. "Put your hands
way back so your chest sticks out."

I did as she requested, and before I could react, I felt her grab my
wrists and wrap something around them. Oh no! She was tying my wrists
with a pair of nylons. I could hear her giggling as she tied the first
knot, before I realized what was happening and could fight back. "Let
me go! We have to get to the party," I snarled.

"Oh you'll get to the party all right," she laughed.

I had missed my opportunity to resist earlier and now I was in
trouble. More and more nylon was being added to her trap and I was
feeling so helpless already. I was quickly spun around to face Janet
as she taunted me. "I have big plans for you DIANA. Be a good girl or
things will be much worse for you."

"Diana! W..." She caught me in mid sentence, shoving another,
balled-up pair of panties in my mouth and then tying them in place
with the sash of her robe. I was helpless as she flung me onto the
couch where she pinned me down with one knee and proceeded to bind my
ankles together and bind my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie.

"Payback is a bitch, isn't it?" She asked, as she laughed deeply at my
predicament.

* * *

Before I go on with what happened that night, let me tell you a little
bit about myself. My name is Joe, and I had a real talent for
sports. I was twice collegiate champion in swimming, and was into
body-building (but not quite to the extent Janet was.) However, what I
really excelled at was football. As varsity captain, I led my college
team to an undefeated record. I had all sorts of trophies. As a
result, in my senior year I was offered a multi-million dollar
contract as first draft pick of the Atlanta Falcons. That was what the
party was all about. It was graduation time, and I would soon be going
to training camp.

Janet was my girlfriend all through college. But during my senior
year, I fell in love with Cheryl. I know it sounds corny, the captain
of the football team falling for the head cheerleader, but it happened
to me. Her brother, Biff, was the wide receiver on the team who did as
much as I did in winning football games. He introduced me to Cheryl,
and the two of us immediately hit it off.

Cheryl told me she was still a virgin, and I believed her, despite all
the stories one hears about cheerleaders, especially fantastically
sexy blonde ones like her. She said she loved me, and was saving her
virginity for me. It didn't take long for me to realize that this was
the girl I wanted to marry. But what of Janet? How would I break the
news to her?

Then, the party came along. At the party, I would tell Janet it was
over. Since it was a masquerade party, I figured that if I could talk
Janet into wearing a Wonder Woman costume, she would attract the
attention of every man there, and have no trouble finding someone to
"pick up the pieces." I scoured the stores to find just the right
material for her costume: the silk briefs, the red and gold bustier,
the tight belt, and even the "magic" lasso. I spent a fortune. The
Superman costume that I was to wear was Cheryl's idea. Why she made
the suggestion will become apparent later. But now...

* * *

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" asked Janet, as I laid helplessly
on the couch. "Oh, we'll be going to the party all right, and you'll
be a changed man after I'm through with you!"

I didn't know then what she meant.

Janet picked up my Superman costume and went into her bedroom. A few
minutes later as she emerged, I was flabbergasted to see that she had
put it on. Not only that, but she had apparently been wearing a wig
earlier, because her hair was now short, and was combed perfectly,
right down to the spit curl on her forehead. That, and the fact that
she was heavily into "Ironwoman" bodybuilding, made it nearly
impossible to tell she was a woman. Especially convincing was the
vague bulge in the briefs of the costume.

"Well, Diana, how do I look?" she asked in a deep, man's voice, as she
placed her fists on her hips in the classic Superman stance. "I see
you've noticed that part of Superman about which everyone wonders. I
guess that will go along with your guise as 'Wonder' Woman!" she
snickered. "But it's the excess in YOUR shorts that is of immediate
concern."

As Janet approached, I shivered in blind fear. She grabbed the front
of the star-spangled silk briefs and pulled them down, revealing the
red panties underneath. Reaching into the underwear, she grabbed my
now-limp member.

"So this is what Cheryl was saving herself for," she remarked
sarcastically as she pulled it free of the panties. "How pathetic!"

Blushing beet red, I squirmed as Janet produced a strange-looking
object. It appeared to be a condom, but larger, with small sacs of
some sort of liquid attached, and two long strings.

"This is for you to wear tonight," she said as she wrapped the device
around my foreskin. She tucked the package between my legs and
replaced the panties. She then rolled me over, and tied the strings
after pulling them taught, up through the crack of my rear cheeks. She
then attached what felt like a piece of paper to the strings, and
pulled up the wonder pants.

When she was through, she said: "I want you to know that the little
item I just put on you is filled with acid. It can only be removed by
someone working from behind. If you try to remove it yourself, the
sacs of acid will break, and..., well, let's just say you don't want
to know. But don't worry, I'll remove it later, or, if I should happen
to go home with someone else tonight, you can get help elsewhere, as
I've written instructions for removal on that slip of paper you
felt. But understand that whoever you trust the removal to will see
your bare ass wearing those hot red panties, so make sure it's someone
you really trust! -And don't count on it being Cheryl!"

I didn't know what to make of that last comment, as she went on: "Now,
will you behave? You'll have to obey my every wish all night," she
commanded.

With a sigh, I nodded my head.

"Good." she said. "Now, I'll untie you, and we can go to the
party. You'd better lay off the beer tonight. You wouldn't want to
have to go to the bathroom."

Janet untied me, and when she removed the panty gag, I asked: "Janet,
why are you doing this to me? I was going to tell you everything! Get
this sick thing off my nuts!"

"Now, now, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "You shouldn't be telling
Superman what to do! Now, let's have a look at you." She inspected her
handiwork. The bulge in my silk briefs was much smaller, and looked
like that of the voluptuous woman whom I was representing.

"Much better!" she said. "Now, let's cinch up that corset a little to
give you those amazonian curves, add a tiara and wig..., a little
lipstick and mascara..., and there we have it: The world's mightiest
superheroine!"

I looked in the mirror. Although I was clearly still a man, I filled
out the costume quite nicely. "All right then," I said. "Let's hurry
up and get whatever you have planned over with, so we can come back
here and take that...that... thing off."

"Not so fast, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "I'll be right back. I'm
bringing a little surprise to the party."

A moment later, Janet returned with a small suitcase, and we got in
the car and she drove us to the party at Cheryl's house.

* * *

When we arrived at the party, Janet made a big deal about opening the
door for me as if she were really a man and I were really a woman. We
went up to the door, and Janet rang the doorbell, with a reminder to
behave myself, or else.

When the door opened, there was Cheryl. I was somewhat shocked to see
she looked absolutely fabulous dressed in a Supergirl costume, with
the red boots, red cape, blue tunic, and red figure skater's
miniskirt. Now I understood why she wanted me to come dressed as
Superman.

Cheryl was somewhat taken aback by my appearance as she said: "Joe? Is
that really you?"

"Yes Cheryl," I replied. "It's me. I can explain..."

But before I could say another word, Cheryl turned to Janet and asked:
"Who's this? Where's Janet?"

Before I could reply, Janet spoke, in her deep voice: "Janet got sick
and couldn't make it tonight. I'm Paul, her cousin from Cincinnati."

"Pleased to meet you, Paul," replied Cheryl. "What's wrong with
Janet?"

"Oh, she caught the sniffles and decided to go to bed," replied
Janet. "But she insisted that Joe go anyway. Joe agreed to let me wear
his costume, and thought it would be a real howl if he came as Wonder
Woman. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all," smiled the unsuspecting Cheryl. "So, you're Janet's
cousin. That explains the resmblance. Anyway, you both look wonderful!
Come right in."

We entered and saw all the people. Most of the football team was
there, dressed in various costumes. The women, mostly the cheerleading
squad, were dressed in very sexy outfits, and the men in various
visions of creativity. But the big surprise was Cheryl's brother
Biff. He was dressed in a Wonder Girl costume.

When Biff saw me, he came over and said: "Joe? Is that you? I thought
I was the only guy who had enough guts to dress like a superheroine
tonight! Come on, let me get you a beer!"

I glanced at Janet, who nonchalantly left me to go with Biff, as the
unaware Cheryl led her to the punch bowl. Cheryl had the same sort of
look in her eye that she gave me when I proposed to her. I couldn't
believe that she was somehow attracted to Janet in her Superman
disguise.

Biff brought me over to the bar. "How about a cold one?" he asked.

"No thanks," I replied. "I can't. Not now."

"Say, what's eating you?" he asked. "And where's Janet tonight?"

"She's right over there," I replied. "Talking to your sister."

"You mean Superman?" he asked in amazement.

"That's right," I confirmed. "Only don't let her know I told you, or
else..."

"Or else what?" asked Biff.

It was then that I noticed Janet was leading Cheryl into another
room. I thought to myself that it was now or never. I had to get
that... that... thing of my joint before I went crazy. Then it hit
me. Biff and I had seen each other in the raw lots of times in the
locker room. I could get him to help me remove Janet's little torture
device! Then, we'd see what would happen to Superman!

"Biff, you gotta help me," I said.

"Whatever you need, buddy," he replied. "We're a team, remember."

"Let's go outside," I said. I wanted to be near the window of the room
where Janet was doing whatever she was doing to Cheryl. Fortunately,
there was a foyer nearby, where Biff could perform his operation
without us being seen by anyone, and afterward, I could immediately
enter and surprise the two girls and save Cheryl from whatever
dastardly deed Janet's jealous heart had thought up for her.

I led Biff outside to the foyer. As we went, Biff asked: "Say, Joe,
have you ever wondered which one was the dominant one?"

"Huh?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, between Wonder Girl and Wonder Woman," he
continued. "Obviously, they're lesbians, living on that island of no
men and all that. But between the two of them, which one was the boss
when it came to sex?"

"I, uh, really haven't given it any thought," I replied, somewhat
exasperated at such a dumb question.

"Well, I always thought it was Wonder Girl," he continued. "With
Wonder Woman being so much more in need of being dominated, since she
was bigger, and more mature. It's a psychological thing."

"Uh, I suppose you're right," I said. "OK, here's a good spot. There
should be enough light for you to see."

"See?" asked Biff. "See what?"

I turned around and bent over. I told Biff: "Pull down my pants."

"What?!" replied Biff, surprised.

"I said: 'Pull down my pants!'" I whispered, exasperated.

"All right!" he replied, with just a little too much exuberance.

Biff grabbed at the waistband of the silken briefs and slowly
pulled. When they were down to where I thought was the right spot, I
asked: "Do you see it?"

"Sure.. I mean, see what?" he replied, not sure to what I was
referring.

"The note!" I said. "Can you see the slip of paper?"

"Oh," he said. "A note. Yeah, I see it."

"Well, do what it says!" I commanded.

"But I thought you were marrying my sister," protested Biff, as he
read the note.

"Never mind that now!" I said. "Just do it!"

"OK," he replied. "You're the captain."

It was then that I felt him enter me. I yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"I'm doing what the note says," he replied, calmly. "Gee, Joe, if I
had known you were this way..."

I couldn't help myself. My penis got hard, and just as I was about to
cum, I felt the sacs under my crotch burst. It started to burn, and
then... everything went black.

* * *

When I came to, I was home. I was still dressed in the Wonder Woman
costume, but I was again bound and I could feel a little burning in my
crotch, but my appendage was still there. The silken star-spangled
briefs were wet. By and by, Janet came out, still dressed as Superman.

"Well, Wonder Woman," she said. "I see you're awake. Did you make a
little mess? I told you what would happen if you got aroused. You
fainted, you know. Wonder Girl carried you to the car, and I brought
you home."

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" I demanded,
relieved to learn I was still whole. "Will you untie me now? You and I
are through. I want to be with Cheryl."

"Oh, Wonder Woman, I wouldn't worry about Supergirl right now," she
replied. "She's well on her way by now."

"On her way?" I asked, surprised. "Where is she going?"

"Perhaps this will answer your questions," replied Janet, as she
walked to the VCR, inserted a tape, and pressed PLAY.

On the screen was a picture of Biff hunched over me, in the throes of
passion. "What is this?" I asked. "So that was a video camera in the
suitcase you brought to the party! Are you going to try to blackmail
me? You'll never get away with it!"

"Oh no?" replied Janet. "You see, that little item I put on your
favorite body part was just a couple of plastic balloons filled with
water and a little bit of Ben Gay-and I do mean 'Gay.' I knew they
would burst the moment you got -shall we say- 'excited.'"

"What did you do to Biff to get him to rape me?" I asked.

"I didn't have to do anything," she smugly answered. "Biff's been
wanting to do you for a long time. I just 'set you up' with him. You
did the rest."

"Me? How? I didn't ask him to rape me," I protested.

"You didn't have to," replied Janet. "Even though, deep down, you
really wanted to. All he had to do was read and follow the
instructions on the note, as you ordered him."

"What did that note say?" I asked.

Janet read from the note: "It says: 'I've always wanted this from
you. Fuck me here! Now!' And there's a little heart drawn here, too."

"Me gay? No way!" I protested.

"Way," she replied. "The hard-on that you got during your encounter
was proof positive."

I had to admit, Janet was right. I could still feel the "afterglow"
from my experience. "But what about Cheryl?" I asked.

"Watch," she replied. "There's more on the tape."

The next scene showed Cheryl laying on the bed in the room Janet had
led her into that night, the room overlooking the foyer where Biff and
I had our rendezvous. Cheryl was saying: "Oh, Superman, I've always
wanted you! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Janet, disguised as Superman, replied: "Yes, Supergirl. Only, let me
blindfold you first."

"Supergirl" agreed, and Janet stripped to reveal her muscular stature
and the strap-on dildo she had worn to give her the bulge in her
tights. Janet carefully lifted "Supergirl's" red mini-skirt, pulled
aside the thin piece of blue spandex covering her pussy, and proceeded
to fuck Cheryl forty-seven ways until Sunday, after which she again
donned the Superman costume to resume her disguise. After she removed
Cheryl's blindfold, she and Cheryl smoked cigarettes.

"That was wonderful, Superman," said Cheryl. "But why did you want to
put it on video tape?"

"Because I wanted something to remember you by," replied Janet. "I'm
going home soon, and I won't be seeing you again. Besides, you're
getting married to Joe."

"You mean Wonder Woman?" asked Cheryl. "Not now, now that I've found
out he's not a real man, I mean not like you."

"You mean you'd leave him for me?" asked Janet, continuing the pillow
talk.

"Oh, yes!" replied Cheryl. "You're a Superman in every sense of the
word!"

"But you don't even know me," said Janet. "You don't even know what I
do for a living."

"Yes I do," protested Cheryl. "You're Paul, and you're from
Cincinnati. As for what you do for a living... Well, exactly what is
it you do?"

"Well," replied Janet, "I'm not really from Cincinnati. I'm from
Nevada."

"Oh! Nevada!" replied Cheryl. "How exciting! Do you work in a casino?"

"No," replied Janet, "I'm sort of a recruiter."

"Recruiter?" asked Cheryl. "For what?"

"For the legal cat houses in Nevada," replied Janet. "I recruit
prostitutes."

"How interesting!" replied Cheryl, again with altogether too much
enthusiasm. Then, with a coy smile, Cheryl asked: "Did I pass the
entrance exam?"

"With flying colors!" said Janet, with her own high level of
eagerness.

"Wonderful!" said Cheryl. "I've always wanted to get paid for doing
what I do so often! You know, that Joe thinks I'm still a virgin! What
a sap!"

My heart sank at Cheryl's declaration. "When do I leave?" she asked.

"Right away," replied Janet. "As soon as you can pack. Now, to avoid
any legal problems, you'll have to buy your own ticket, and I can't
escort you directly there. Do you have enough money?"

"I will," replied Cheryl, "as soon as I can hock this engagement ring
Joe gave me. It's worth thousands!"

"Well, just don't forget your costume, Supergirl," instructed
Janet. "As a matter of fact, why don't you just wear it to the ranch,
underneath some street clothes. Then you can reveal yourself to the
manager, and he'll get a look at you at your best."

With that, Janet handed Cheryl a piece of paper with the addresses of
several Nevada whorehouses on it, and Cheryl rushed to pack.

Feeling totally betrayed, I wept. My overly promiscuous bubbleheaded
fiance left me, so I had nowhere to turn but my ex-girlfriend. I
realized she was right about me. And from my encounter with Biff, I
learned that I no longer had any feelings towards the opposite
sex. "What will I do now?" I asked Janet.

"Don't worry, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "I've got it all worked
out."

* * *

My professional football career didn't last very long. I was given a
release from my contract, and was paid a few million dollars to
cushion the blow. It was leaked to the papers that I had sustained a
career-ending injury. But the truth was that Janet had threatened to
go to the media with the video of my encounter with Biff. Since the
team couldn't afford such publicity, they paid off my contract. I
immediately turned over all my assets to Janet.

We live in a nice house now, and all is well. I often wear my Wonder
Woman costume, and I look really good in it. During the day, or when
I'm out in public, I wear a nice blouse and dress over the costume and
maintain a "secret identity."

Whenever Janet gets the urge, she'll bring home some man to sleep
with, and I leave. Sometimes I see Biff, but we don't have sex,
because Janet has forbidden it. Sometimes, Janet gets dressed in her
Superman costume, and we pretend she has captured me as Wonder
Woman. She then teases me to the point where I am almost ready to
ejaculate, but stops just in time so I never achieve release. I am
happy to be her slave.