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Hi.

  A story of a rather unusual costume party.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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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.
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