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Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these
respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being
used, this a work of fictional parody.
In tribute to Caleb Jones....
The Day God Burped -- Frankly Speaking
Hey! It could happen....Some religions believe man was created in God's
image.
If so, what if God burped one day?
It was a day like any other day, a day known as April 1st or April Fools Day.
But it could have been any day at all. Or perhaps it was always meant to be
that day. A day many would never forget. It was the day God Burped...
A Role, A Life by Steve Zink
After six years of rumors and false starts and rejected story lines and
directors saying yes then no, in the summer of 1998 it was finally announced
the the movie sequel to "Batman Returns" that everybody longed for was
being budgeted, written, and cast. "Catwoman, On Her Own" would be
filmed later that autumn, with a potential release in June, 1999. As she had
promised all those years ago, Michelle Pfeiffer announced that she would be
willing to once again don the black latex and portray the Feline Fatale. There
would be only cameo appearances by Batman in the film, so while it would
be nice to get George Clooney for that role, that wasn't a terribly important
worry.
The director would naturally be making the casting call open so as not to
appear biased, but the rumor mill had Ms. Pfeiffer being a shoo-in for a
reprise of one of her admittedly favorite characters. A few actresses gave it a
shot anyway, on the off chance of impressing the casting crew should the
role become open if Michelle bowed out. Costumes for these tryouts were
strictly a matter of what the actresses could arrange to acquire or put together
on their own. One of the girls, in a fit of disgust after being told that her
costume was much too outlandish and that she herself was a bit too well
endowed to adequately portray the role, stripped off her costume and
consigned it to the garbage can outside the trailer after changing back into her
street clothes.
One of the stagehands had seen the look of disgust on her face as she exited
the trailer, and watched as she pitched the costume. Mike had been a
longtime fan of the entire Batman universe, and this had lead to him getting a
job working on the sets of these and many other films. What only a few of
his friends were aware of, however, was that Mike was so into the Batman
thing because of the fantastic females involved in his stories. Mike was so
entranced by the characters of Batgirl and Catwoman that early in his life he
became a transvestite, making his own versions of the costumes worn by
them to wear when he was in the mood to become them, if only in his own
mind.
Mike fished the costume out of the trashcan, put the entire thing in a bag,
then put it in his car to take home once he got off work. This being Friday,
he figured he could use the next day to check out what he'd just liberated
from the trashbin. As Saturday's bright rising sun filtered through the blinds
of his bedroom, Mike came to life. Taking a shower and drying, he decided
to once again become Catwoman, at least in his own little world. After
putting on his foundation garments and panty hose, Mike got the bag and
dumped its contents on his bed. He couldn't believe what he saw. A one-
piece body suit made of a black leather-like material, opera length gloves
with 2" claws at each fingertip, a corset which laced up the front, thigh high
boots which laced up the outer side of the legs, a weapons belt with D-rings
holding a coiled 18' bullwhip, and a cape to clip to the shoulders. "No
wonder they didn't want her wearing this!", Mike exclaimed. "This
Catwoman would be set up as a well equipped dominatrix!"
Inserting more spacers behind the silicone inserts in his body briefer to fill
out the huge chest of the costume, Mike then decided to just put on the
costume and not worry about doing any makeup, since he'd only be
entertaining himself. Squeezing his legs slowly into the legs of the catsuit,
Mike was enthralled with the feel on the fake leather. He then pulled the suit
up to his waist and inserted first the left, then right arms into the arms of the
suit. Reaching down to his navel, Mike grabbed the zipper and pulled it up,
carefully positioning each breast into the expanded area on each side. Mike
then reached behind his neck, pulled the cowl over his head, and after making
sure the eyeholes were positioned correctly, finished zipping up to his neck.
The choker he found dangling from the rear was brought around and secured,
noticing that it conveniently covered the zipper.
Mike then stepped into each boot, lacing each one tight while standing.
Carefully trying to balance in the 6" heels, Mike then pulled on the corset and
laced it up, marveling at the miniscule waist it gave him. Clipping the belt
around his hips, Mike took the whip and flaired it out, noting that he had no
idea how to actually snap it. He hooked the cape to each shoulder, and
thought what a shame it was that the cowl covered the head so no hair could
fall back over the cape. With the entire costume on now, Mike then pulled on
each glove, being careful to not catch the claws on anything.
Mincing carefully over to his full length mirror, Mike stood in awe of what
he saw in the reflection. Imagining mid-back length hair swirling as he did
so, Mike turned back and forth, seeing an almost perfect Catwoman. "Oh
wow! If only this could be for real, I'd be in heaven," squealed Mike.
Just that moment, in heaven itself, God burped.
Mike heard a crack of thunder, wondered what was going on as he looked
to the window and still saw sunshine, then briefly lost consciousness.
As she looked again in her mirror to make sure her hair was evenly splayed
across her back from the new slit in the back of her cowl, Catwoman
stretched out her clawed hands, and meowwed. Grabbing her whip with
ease, she shot it out across the room, watching with glee as the tip cracked a
loud report mere inches from the cosmetic case on her dressing table. After
re-coiling her whip and hooking on her belt next to the riding crop,
Catwoman strode purposefully to the door of her apartment, ready to carry on
her career as the ulimate catburglar and world class dominatrix.
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