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"Disclaimer: ElectraWoman and DynaGirl and the names, titles, and backstories used in "ElectraWoman and DynaGirl" are the sole property of Sid & Marty Kroft Television Productions. The author intends no copyright infringement through the writing of this fan fiction. ElectraWoman and DynaGirl by Alana The Puppetmaster was a supervillain who had made his presence known in Metro City by robbing the First National Bank. He hadn't needed a gun; he was able to command tellers and security guards to do his bidding against their will. Hence his name. Apparently his power came from a device he carried which emitted a powerful electrostatic pulse which the patrons of the bank felt rather than heard. Metro City asked ElectraWoman and DynaGirl to get involved, even though the Puppetmaster didn't wear a costume; just a plain dark blue suit and a tie. Crimescope had found traces of the pulse and tracked it down to a building on the outskirts of town. It was, of course, an abandoned puppet factory. The Electracar pulled up outside the building and ElectraWoman and DynaGirl jumped out, their capes flaring heroically in the breeze. They crept to the entrance of the building. Frank's voice crackled from the Electracomp. "Are you sure you're ready to do this, ElectraWoman? If you step into that abandoned factory you'll be completely at his mercy. He'll force you to do whatever he says." "Don't worry," said ElectraWoman. "We just need to get close to the electrostatic pulse. The Electracomp should be able to transmit the frequency to Crimescope. With any luck Crimescope should be able to send an electrostatic counterpulse through the Electrcom which will render the Puppetmaster powerless." "That's the theory," said Frank. "I hope it works." "We'll have to take that chance." "Be careful, ladies." "Thanks, Frank," said DynaGirl. They opened the door and crept stealthily into the factory. They looked to the right and the left as their capes swirled about their trim, well-toned bodies. "Look out, DynaGirl. That's an electric eye." They crawled under it and continued on their way. "Look at all these mirrors!" said DynaGirl. "The Puppetmaster must worry a lot about his appearance. ElectraWoman!" DynaGirl caught ElectraWoman checking out her reflection, making sure every hair was in place. "Sorry," said ElectraWoman, with an embarrassed expression. ElectraWoman was a dedicated superheroine, but she was sometimes just a little too concerned with her looks. They made their way into the dark, gloomy interior of the building. "Sensorscan, DynaGirl!" They both searched the cavernous room with their Electracomps, looking for the Puppetmaster. A voice called out from the shadows, "No need. I'm back here." A light came from the direction of the voice, illuminating their bodies in the gloom. ElectraWoman fired an Electrabeam right at the voice. "Now, that's not nice. You almost hit me. Don't fire anything at me again, you two. Drop your hands to your sides, both of you. Don't make a move unless I tell you to." "OK," said ElectraWoman, and dropped both hands to her sides. DynaGirl did the same. They were both a little shocked at how quickly they obeyed. "Now let's have some fun," said the voice in the shadows. Irish dance music started playing from somewhere. "Dance for me, ElectraWoman. I'd like an Irish jig. You too, DynaGirl." They both held their hands behind their backs and started dancing a jig. "Smile for me, you two." They both smiled sweetly. "Frank!" cried ElectraWoman through clenched teeth. "I'm trying, ElectraWoman, but this is tricky. Crimescope is having some problems cracking the frequency." "Alright, you two," said the Puppetmaster, "let's try something else. Go-go dancing." Different music started up, and the Electra-duo started wildly gyrating their bodies and swinging their arms in the air. "Electra- humiliating!" cried DynaGirl. "Oh, the humiliation is just beginning, DynaGirl!" said the Puppetmaster. The music stopped. "OK, you can stop dancing, you two. Head on over to the table nearest you." Their high heels clicked on the cement floor as they approached the table. "Now remove the sheet." Under the sheet were two large chocolate pies. They stared at them in horror. "You wouldn't!" cried ElectraWoman. "You couldn't!" cried DynaGirl. "Stop protesting, you two. Pick up the pies." "Frank! Help!" cried ElectraWoman. "I'm trying!" said Frank. "Now, I want you to hit each other in the face with those pies." They tried to resist, but it was futile. They smooshed the pies into each other's lovely faces. The pie plates fell to the ground as the Puppetmaster laughed insanely. "Sorry, ElectraWoman." "Sorry, DynaGirl." They spit the pie filling out of their mouths and wiped it out of their eyes so they could see each other. The pie filling was already dripping down onto their attractive, sexy costumes. "Chocolate," said DynaGirl. "What's the matter, Puppetmaster, run out of banana cream?" "Glad you mentioned that, DynaGirl. Go to the next table. Remove the sheet." Under the sheet were two banana cream pies. "Pick them up and hit each other in the face, again. And this time I want you to really grind it in." They hit each other once again. ElectraWoman seethed with anger and tried to ignore the Puppetmaster's mocking laughter. "Now you will notice a couple of nozzles to your right. Go stand directly beneath them. Good. Now grab onto the chains." "What is this?" asked ElectraWoman. "Butterscotch for you, ElectraWoman. More chocolate for you, DynaGirl. Now, pull the chains and don't let go until I tell you to." They pulled the chains, and pudding began to fall all over their heads and onto their shoulders. "My hair!" cried ElectraWoman. "My beautiful costume!" "OK, you can let go now," said the Puppetmaster. "This is fun, but it's a little too slow. You'll notice, to your left there's a pool of chocolate on the ground." The pool was contained within a small wooden frame, like a sandbox. "Go over there. Dive in, you two." They dove in together, expecting to hit the ground hard, but discovering that there was a wrestling mat at the bottom. "Now, let's roll around, both of you." They rolled around until their costumes were completely covered in chocolate. "Frank!" cried ElectraWoman. "Almost there," said Frank. "Try and get him to come closer to you. I can get a better reading." "Now," said the Puppetmaster, "I want you two to wrestle." They grabbed each other and rolled around together in the chocolate sauce, their bodies rubbing against each other. "Come on out of hiding, you coward!" shouted ElectraWoman. "Come on out so we can defeat you!" "If that's your best offer, I'll stay here," he said. "Now stand up, you two. Go on over to the nozzles that have no chains attached. Stand under them." They complied. "What now?" asked ElectraWoman, seething with anger. "ElectraWoman, are you familiar with a TV show called 'You Can't Do That On Television', which had a catch phrase that caused people to get slimed?" "I've never seen that show," said ElectraWoman, "so I don't know." "Don't say 'I don't know'!" exclaimed DynaGirl. Green slime began to pour out of the nozzles, covering them both. The Puppetmaster laughed insanely. "Now, I would imagine you're both feeling in need of a bath, right now. Right?" ElectraWoman refused to answer, seething with anger. They both heard the sound of machinery starting up. A chain moved across the floor, pulling forward a glass case on wheels. The case was taller than ElectraWoman, and half full of water. "OK, you two. I want you to Electra-degravitate yourselves into the case." They both punched a code into their Electracomps. They rose slowly into the air, and maneuvered themselves above the case, then lowered themselves into the water. The water came up to DynaGirl's neck. Out of reflex, they held their Electracomps above the water. "Submerge your Electracomps, you two." They did so, just as Frank's voice crackled from the Electracomp. "I've got it!" he said, but his voice couldn't be heard from the water. Does the Puppetmster really think our Electracomps aren't watertight? thought ElectraWoman. If they weren't, the first rainstorm to come along would electrocute us. "Now," said the Puppetmaster, "punch in the code that opens up your Electrcoms for routine maintenance." Blast! thought ElectraWoman. How did he know about that? They both punched in the code, and the Electracomps flipped open. The water hit the exposed circuits and the Electrcoms went dead, just as Frank hit the transmit button. They stood helpless in the water as the Puppetmaster came out of the shadows. It was so galling to be taken down by a criminal who didn't even wear a costume, just a suit and tie. They both stood and watched, hands on hips, trying to maintain as much dignity as they could with chocolate and banana cream all over their faces and green slime in their hair. Their capes floated atop the water, and their wet costumes clung sensuously to their bodies like a second skin, with not a bubble or wrinkle visible anywhere. "Well well," he said, taking his time strolling around the glass case. "It seems the reputation of the great ElectraWoman has been quite exaggerated." ElectraWoman was going to say something, but she was afraid the Puppetmaster might tell her to shut up. Who knows if she'd ever be able to speak again? "However," he said, "it seems the stories of your sexy, trim athletic body has not been exaggerated. You really should consider a shorter cape, ElectraWoman. Your beautiful rear end is not on display often enough." "You'll never get away with this, Puppetmaster," said DynaGirl. "Who's going to stop me? You two pathetic superheroines? You'll have a hard enough time getting out of this glass case with your Electracomps out of commission. I should kill you both, but you're really not worth the bother. I'll tell you what. I'll be robbing the Second National Bank at high noon tomorrow. Try and stop me. I look forward to what I can make you do in front of an audience." He headed for the exit. "So long, you two. I'm off to find a new lair." When he was gone, the two washed their faces and hair, but couldn't quite get themselves clean. "How do we get out, ElctraWoman?" "On my shoulders, DynaGirl." She ducked down into the water, and DynaGirl stood on her shoulders. She stood, and DynaGirl was able to reach the top of the glass case. "Hold on," said ElectraWoman, and she was able to climb up DynaGirl's body and out of the case. DynaGirl followed. Soon they were back in the Electracar and on the way home to the Electrabase, where they found a contrite Frank. "I'm sorry, ElectraWoman," he said. "I've failed you." "That's OK, Frank. You did your best." "It wasn't good enough. Because I couldn't program the Crimescope quickly enough, you had to endure all that terrible humiliation." "Don't worry about it." "All those pies in your face and that slime in your hair. And you had to endure that villain's mocking laughter." "It's OK." "And you were forced to put up with his lecherous comments as he leered at you in that glass case, your body soaking wet." "I said, it's OK, Frank!" "And wrestling in that chocolate sauce?" "That's enough, Frank! We need to concentrate on the problem at hand. First of all, we need some new Electracomps." "Well, there's a problem with that. I'm those are the last two spares." "What! We don't have any more? How could you let this happen?" "I'm sorry. We've been going through them a little too quickly. I didn't notice our supply was low until this morning. I'll have to build some more." "How long will that take?" "At least a day." "A day!" cried ElectraWoman. "How will we ever stop the Puppetmaster without new Electracomps?" asked DynaGirl. "He's going to rob the Second National Bank tomorrow at noon!" "I don't know, DynaGirl. I just don't know." "Great!" exclaimed ElectraWoman. "Well, you get started. We're going to go get our costumes changed. I've got to get cleaned up. I've got a meeting with my editor in an hour." They headed off to the Electra-elevator. "But you can't?" said Frank as they got in. They came back a minute later, still in their costumes. "Frank, we can't get our costumes changed," said ElectraWoman. "How do we trigger the costume changer without our Electracomps?" "You can't. That's what I was trying to tell you. The costume changer uses some of the circuitry in the Electracomp. One won't work without the other." "Oh, well," said ElectraWoman. "I guess I'll just have to change manually." She tugged at one of her boots, but it wouldn't come off. "I explained this to you when I built the costume changer, ElectraWoman. Your costume goes on all in one piece. If it went on one piece at a time it would take you ten times longer to get changed. When your costume is placed on you electronically it can only be removed electronically, just as when you use a screwdriver to drive a screw into a board, you would also need a screwdriver to take it out again." "Frank, I don't have time for this! I have a meeting with my editor in an hour. I promised I'd be there. I'm treading on thin ice with 'Newsmaker' magazine as it is. I've had to blow off way too many meetings lately to fight crime and catch villains. I could get fired if I don't show up! Just tell me how I can get out of my ElectraWoman costume!" "I'm sorry, there's just no way I can help you until I get those Electracomps built." "You mean I'm trapped in my costume?" "I'm afraid so, and I'd advise you not to have anything to drink or eat until I get those Electracomps built." "Why not?" "Well, if you can't take off your costumes, you can't?" "Electra-inconvenient!" cried DynaGirl. "I told you the risks when I built the costume changer, ElectraWoman. You were the one who couldn't be bothered to put on your tights one leg at a time like every other superhero. Don't blame me!" "Frank, I'm standing here trapped in damp yellow tights and spandex, I've got chocolate sauce all over me, banana cream pie in my ears and green slime all over my hair. Wouldn't you say I've got more of a right to be in a bad mood than you are?" "I'm sorry." "Can you at least tell me how we can get cleaned up?" "The normal way. I'd suggest you take a shower." "You expect us to shower in our costumes?" "I'm afraid so." "C'mon, ElectraWoman," said DynaGirl, trying to placate her distraught partner, "I'll shower with you. We'll get each other clean." ElectraWoman borrowed some money from Frank before they both went upstairs to get cleaned up. After they had showered and dried themselves off as much as possible, they went back downstairs. DynaGirl grabbed her useless Electracomp and attached it to her wrist. "Might as well take it. It's better than nothing," said DynaGirl. "Maybe we can use it to bluff the bad guys." "Might as well," said ElectraWoman, putting on her own useless Electracomp and glaring at Frank. "I'm sorry," said Frank. "Save it!" said ElectraWoman. They both got in the Electracar and headed off. They stopped at a mid-town dress shop before making their way back to "Newsmaker" magazine. The only dress ElectraWoman could find in her size was a lime-green sleeveless sheath with no back. Luckily the store was empty, so she ran to the register and quickly paid for it. "I don't understand," said DynaGirl. "Why can't you just go back to your apartment and change?" "Too risky. There might be too many questions if ElectraWoman was spotted going into my apartment by nosy neighbors, especially if I used my key." They flew the Electracar up to the roof of "Newsmaker" magazine, and landed. ElectraWoman slipped into the pretty lime-green dress. "Zip me up, DynaGirl." "Are you sure this will work, ElectraWoman?" she asked as she zipped up the dress. "It's got to work, DynaGirl. It's the best I could do." "You should really just blow off the meeting." "I can't. I promised I'd be there. I gave my word." ElectraWoman put her hair up, which was not so easy to do with gloves on. Lori entered the building through the service entrance and made her way downstairs to her editor's office, arriving just in time for the meeting. Her editor, who was a woman, looked her over oddly. "What's wrong?" asked Lori. "What in the world are you wearing?" "I know, I don't usually wear dresses. But it's warm out today. I thought I might make an exception." "Ah, yes, of course. Cute dress. You don't often see dresses nowadays that have?capes. I was actually thinking more about your gloves and your boots." "What about them?" "Well, they look an awful lot like?uh?never mind." They went over several of the stories that Lori and Judy had worked on for "Newsmaker" magazine, and discussed several upcoming assignments, her editor constantly giving her odd looks which Lori tried her best to ignore. Well, at least Lori wasn't wearing her Electracomp this time, so she didn't have to make an excuse for that. When they were done it was five o'clock, and Lori made her way back up to the roof, ignoring the curious stares of coworkers. DynaGirl was waiting for her. "Unzip me, DynaGirl." Lori slipped out of her dress and let her hair down. "How did it go?" "I think she might've suspected something. Oh, I could just kill that Frank!" "Now, now." "She's not happy with all the deadlines we've missed. We're going to have to go to the Electrabase and type up a few rewrites. I hope Frank has a typewriter." They flew the Electracar down to the street and drove back to the Electrabase. They spent the rest of the night typing up stories, which was not easy wearing gloves. They had nothing to eat, and went to bed in their costumes, in separate guest bedrooms. The next morning, ElectraWoman realized that at least part of the events of the previous day had not been a dream. She tried to move her arm back and found that her cape was caught under her left hip. That was when she remembered she'd been sleeping in her costume. She was used to sleeping in a light cotton nightgown, and she awoke covered in sweat. She got out of bed and washed her face, then went to DynaGirl's room. "Rise and shine," said ElectraWoman. DynaGirl opened one eye and peered at her mentor. "I'll rise, but I refuse to shine," said DynaGirl. She was not a morning person. Morning was the only time of the day when she could not be described as "perky". "Did you have any trouble sleeping in spandex?" asked ElectraWoman. "No. Did you?" ElectraWoman nodded. "I toss and turn a lot in my sleep. My cape kept getting in the way. I've always thought my costume was attractive and sexy, but I don't want to be trapped in it forever." More out of habit than anything else, they both once again put on their useless Electracomps. Their stomachs growling, they both headed down to the Electrabase to check on Frank's progress with the Electracomps. "Nothing yet," he said. "I thought it prudent to concentrate my efforts on this." He held up a belt with a small device on it. "What is this?" asked ElectraWoman. "It's an electrostatic counterpulse. It should render the Puppetmaster powerless. He'll be unable to order you to do anything." "But how do we defeat him with no Electracomps?" asked DynaGirl. "I don't know, DynaGirl. I just don't know." "The heck with Electracomps! I'll snap that little dweeb in half like a pencil! After everything he put me through, I'll choke him like a chicken!" ElectraWoman looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry Frank, DynaGirl. I know it's not very ladylike to resort to violence. But it's important that the Puppetmaster be taken down, by any means necessary!" "Electra-right!" said DynaGirl. "Where's my belt, Frank?" "I'm sorry DynaGirl, I was only able to put together one device." "Electra-darn it!" "I'm afraid that means you'll have to stay here, DynaGirl," said ElectraWoman. "ElectraWoman, it's too dangerous! How will we stay in touch with you?" "Crimescope can patch into the surveillance cameras at the Second National bank," said Frank. "We'll need a signal in case you get into trouble." "How about this," said ElectraWoman, making a small motion with her hand. "It's sign language for 'Help'." "Perfect. Sign that to the surveillance cameras if you get into trouble," said Frank. And so it was that ElectraWoman found herself hiding in the bank manager's office in the main branch of the Second National bank, waiting for the Puppetmaster. She was hoping he'd get there soon, because the bank manager clearly had the hots for her, and he was not an appealing sort of fellow. "I'm sorry," she said, getting a trifle angry, "but superheroes just don't date." She began to regret that her costume was so sexy. Finally the Puppetmaster showed. "This is a robbery," he announced in a calm, confident and very loud voice. "No one try to stop me. Everyone, on the floor, right now. On your sides. All of you" ElectraWoman threw herself to the floor, against her will. Oh, no! It's not working, she thought. She checked the counterpulse device on her belt to make sure it was on. "Except for you, ElectraWoman, you can get up. Where are you? Show yourself." ElectraWoman came out of the bank manager's office. She quickly signed Help! to one of the bank's cameras. "She's in trouble!" cried DynaGirl, watching from the Electrabase. "Blast! He must be using a different frequency. I'll see. I installed a sensor in the counterpulse device." "Electrawoman," said the Puppetmaster, "I've always admired your costume, except for one thing. It's just not feminine enough." He had a cardboard box with him, which he kicked over to ElectraWoman's side. "Open it." She opened it, and winced at what was inside. A pink satin and white lace dress. An oversized little-girl dress. "He's changed the frequency!" said Frank. "I can calculate a new counterpulse, but it will take a few minutes. I've saved all the software from the last time." "Put it on," said the Puppetmaster. For the second time in two days, ElectraWoman slipped a dress over her costume. "That's it. Zip yourself up nice, now. OK, let's have a little song and dance. How about 'On the Good Ship Lollypop'? You know the words." She began to sing and dance. "On the good ship lollypop, it's a nice trip?" "C'mon now, ElectraWoman, let's use the little girl voice, now." She started again, and some of the patrons of the bank began to laugh at her, in spite of themselves. "Poor ElectraWoman," said DynaGirl. "This is so humiliating for her." "I've got it!" said Frank, and pushed the transmit button. ElectraWoman stopped dancing. She suddenly felt herself free of the Puppetmaster's control. She marched towards him, angrily. "I have had it," she said, "with you and your stupid little frilly dresses and your banana cream pies and your idiotic water tanks?" He twisted a knob on the electrostatic device on his belt. "Go back to dancing, ElectraWoman." She went back to dancing and singing "On the Good Ship Lollypop." "Not so fast," said Frank. "I've just about got the process automated." He executed the software again, and hit the transmit button. Instead of stopping, ElectraWoman pirouetted and did a ballet kick. She pirouetted again and again, kicking higher and higher and coming closer and closer to the Puppetmaster, who was confused and didn't know if he should readjust the frequency. Finally she got close enough, and kicked the electrostatic device right off of his belt. It went flying, and the Puppetmaster dove for it, but even in her high heeled boots and pink dress ElectraWoman was too fast for him. She grabbed the electrostatic device, and shut off the counterpulse device on her belt. "Freeze! Hands behind your back!" she said to the Puppetmaster. He complied. She ordered one of the guards over and told him to handcuff the Puppetmaster. She shut off the device and told everyone they were free to get up off the floor. The bank manager came out of his office to congratulate her. "Nice work, ElectraWoman," he said. "Thanks. Unzip me, would you?" She took off the pink dress, folded it carefully and placed it on a nearby table. She gave the device to a guard. "Use this on him if he gives you any trouble." "Thanks," said the guard. "We were just finishing up lunch when the Puppetmaster attempted his robbery. We were going to split a pie. Like a piece?" He held in his hands a coconut cream pie. She looked at the pie. Then she looked at the Puppetmaster. Then she looked at the pie again. It was tempting. But, no. She's a superheroine. She's one of the good guys, and they always take the high road. She wouldn't lower herself to his level. She smiled at the guards. She struck a dancer's pose, hands on hips. "Do you see this figure?" she asked. "Does this look like I eat a lot of coconut cream pies?" "No. You just wear them," said the Puppetmaster. She grabbed the device from the guard, turned it on again and ordered the Puppetmaster to confess to every crime he'd ever committed. As he began his confession, she handed the device back and left the building, the patrons cheering her as she went. Back at the Electrabase, it was evening before Frank finally finished the Electracomps, allowing them to change back into their civilian clothes and take care of some other things. "I'm sorry, ladies," said Frank, once again. "I'm sorry I was derelict in my duties. I promise to get the costume changer fixed so you can remove your costumes manually, if need be." "Oh, that's OK Frank, don't worry about it," said Lori. "The important thing is that the Puppetmaster is in jail. And one positive thing came out of being trapped in my costume for 24 hours. We got assigned to an important story." "What's that?" asked Judy. "The pervasive influence of ElectraWoman and DynaGirl on women's fashion in the workplace." The three of them laughed, as though this was actually funny. A few weeks later, Frank made the fix to the Electrachange so that their costumes would go on one piece at a time, and could be removed manually. The voltage vixens barely had a chance to thank him before they were summoned to police headquarters by Captain Abernathy. "The message says they have something very important to discuss with you, and they can only tell you in person," said Frank. The Electracar pulled up outside police headquarters, and ElectraWoman and DynaGirl leapt to the pavement and raced into police headquarters. The precinct captain was waiting for them. "Captain Abernathy," said ElectraWoman, "what was so important you could only tell us in person?" Suddenly they found themselves surrounded by patrolmen, service revolvers pointed in their direction! "Electra-confusing!" said DynaGirl. "Captain, whatever do you think you're doing?" "ElectraWoman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to hand over your Electracomp." "But why?" asked an astonished ElectraWoman. "You're under arrest." "But I can't be! What's the charge?" "You robbed the First National Bank!" "Electra-mistaken identity!" said DynaGirl. "I'm afraid not, DynaGirl, we have your partner on film. Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for your Electracomp, ElectraWoman. I've delayed long enough. I have the safety of my men to consider, as well as your own. These men are all crack shots, and they don't take kindly to sudden movements. If one of them should make a mistake today it could never be set right in your lifetime." ElectraWoman took off her Electracomp and handed it to the Captain. "What about DynaGirl?" "She's free to go, but if she comes to visit you I'll have to ask her to turn over her Electracomp." "Go back to Electrabase," said ElectraWoman, "and tell you-know-who. See about getting a lawyer for me." It was important that Frank's connection with the Electra-duo be kept anonymous. "I'm on my way," said DynaGirl. DynaGirl raced back to the Electrabase in the Electracar, while ElectraWoman was being booked and fingerprinted. As she took off her gloves for the prints, she breathed a sigh of relief that Frank had fixed the Electra-change to put her costume on one piece at a time, instead of all at once. It was such an inconvenience not to be able to take off her gloves or her boots. She was escorted into an interrogation room and shown the incriminating tape from the bank's security cameras. "So you deny that that's you?" said the Captain. "Captain, be reasonable. If I really committed this crime, why would I be willing to show up and turn myself in?" "I don't know, but until there's some other explanation I have no choice but to hold you." ElectraWoman smiled in spite of herself, because Captain Abernathy was a very attractive man whom she admired very much, and she couldn't help but think how much she'd like to be held by him. But she caught herself and regained her professional demeanor. "Captain, do you really think I did this?" "Honestly, no. But what do I tell the bank, the newspapers, the roomful of witnesses who saw you do this? Have any theories you want to share?" "I'm keeping them to myself for now." "I see. Then if you have nothing more to add to your statement, I'll have you escorted back to holding." "Could I at least have a private cell, Captain? I'm not too popular down there." "Very well." Meanwhile, Legs was just getting back to the makeshift lair he and Spinner had put together. Spinner was relaxing in the hammock when a woman in a shiny orange costume with yellow tights burst through the door, and for a split second he panicked, thinking she might be the real ElectraWoman. "I made it!" said Legs, throwing down three bags full of stolen cash. "The cops were after me. I had to ditch the car and Electra-degravitate myself across the city from one rooftop to another. Took forever. But I made it, and the Electracomp worked like a charm. Electrabeam, electra-force shield, everything in perfect working order." Spinner got out of the hammock. He said nothing, just watched in rapt attention as Legs checked out his reflection in the mirror. "Wow! I can't believe I'm a woman!" said Legs. "I mean, I know it's only until I get back into the Xerograph and get changed back, but still?what a beautiful body she has. And what a sexy costume. Wanna know a secret? She's not wearing any underwear under this thing!" Spinner still said nothing, just got closer and closer to Legs, standing between him and the Xerograph. "Still, I'm gonna be glad to be a man again. These heels have got to be at least three inches!" Legs sat down and tried to take off his boots. "That's funny. They're not coming off." He tried to take off his gloves, but they wouldn't come off, either. "What is with this costume? It's like it's all one piece! How does she get this on, anyway? Oh, well, time to change back, I guess." Legs headed to the Xerograph, and for the first time he noticed that Spinner was blocking his way. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "You're beautiful." Legs said, with a laugh, "Thanks, but in a minute you're gonna have to look at your ugly pal Legs, again. One side." Spinner didn't move. Legs tried to get past him, and Spinner grabbed him. "I've always dreamed of kissing ElectraWoman." "What! Are you nuts? Let go of me! Spinner, I'm not ElectraWoman!" "You look like her to me." Legs struggled but couldn't get out of his grasp. He spun around, but Spinner had grabbed hold of his waist. "Spinner, what are you doing? Think what you're doing! How will you ever be able to face me if you kiss me?" "I'll take the chance. One kiss." "No! Why didn't you kiss the real ElectraWoman when we had her trapped?" "Spider Lady would never have gone for that." "Well, I'm not going for this! Let me go!" Legs wriggled out of his grasp. He tried to make it to the Xerograph, but Spinner blocked his way. Legs feinted to the left and dived to the right, but he still wasn't used to his three-inch heels, and he fell to the ground. "Get away from me! I'll fry you!" he said, pointed his Electracomp at Spinner. He should've used the Electra-force shield, but he wasn't thinking too clearly. He fired the Electra-beam, and Spinner, bulky though he was, managed to get out of the way. The Electra-beam hit the Xerograph. Sparks and flame erupted from the machine. Legs panicked and forgot how to turn off the Electra-beam for a minute. He and Spinner had had to learn how to use the Electracomp by trial and error, after all. Finally he got the Electra-beam off. He leapt to his feet, still a little unsteady on his heels, and ran over to the Xerograph. "You dope! Look what you made me do!" A day later, DynaGirl came to visit ElectraWoman behind bars. Captain Abernathy had confiscated her Electracomp. "Frank says you should have bail posted tomorrow," said DynaGirl, whispering so the prisoners in other cells couldn't hear. "Good. They serve really fattening food in here. A few more meals and I'll never fit in my costume. Still, I'm glad Frank made that fix to the Electra-change so our costumes don't go on all in one piece any more, even if the Electra-change takes twice as long, now." "I'll say. Can you believe we never even tried to go to the bathroom in our costumes, before?" "Well, when you're chasing after the Sorcerer and the Empress of Evil and Glitter Rock, when you're being hypnotized and trapped in cages and escaping from man-eating tigers and being stretched like rubber bands, I guess you don't think about little things like eating and drinking and going to the bathroom." "Speaking of the Empress, I'll bet the ElectraWoman who robbed that bank was another robot built by the villainous Lucretia." "She's behind bars, DynaGirl. No, I have my own theory. Spider Lady is in jail, but we never managed to capture Legs or Spinner, and I heard that later someone sneaked into her lair and grabbed the Xerograph machine under cover of darkness. And when I saw the tape of that ElectraWoman robbing the bank, there was something strange about the way she moved. Just not?feminine. She didn't seem too used to wearing high heels." "You mean the ElectraWoman who robbed that bank was really Spinner? Or Legs? Electra-Christine Jorgensen!" "I still remember when the Spider Lady trapped me in those sticky ropes of hers, and laughed at me as I tried to escape." "But I thought you'd have to be captured in the Xerograph in order for them to duplicate you." "I thought so, too, but I guess the machine managed to store my DNA, and turn one of those ne'er-do-wells into a perfect copy of me, even down to a functioning Electracomp! Of course, he'll be in the one-piece costume, since that's what I was wearing when the Spider Lady captured me, but that won't be a problem for him if he can change back to his former self with the Xerograph any time he wants to." "But proving it is going to be Electra-hard! And capturing him will be even harder if he has a working Electracomp!" "Oh, I don't know. You managed to defeat ElectraWoman once before, if you recall." At that point, a prison matron interrupted their conversation by pushing past DynaGirl and unlocking the prison door. "You're free to go, ElectraWoman. The front desk has your Electracomp." "Bail was posted?" "No. The perpetrator turned herself in. Captain Abernathy needs to see you in Interrogation Room Three." They made their way to the interrogation room, knocked first and entered when they were invited in. Legs sat there in his ElectraWoman costume, handcuffed to the desk, no Electracomp to be seen. Captain Abernathy and a few detectives surrounded him. "Well," said the real ElectraWoman, "which one are you, Legs or Spinner?" Legs looked down at himself, embarrassed. "Legs." "Very appropriate," said the Captain, with a laugh. "Legs! You're the one who helped the Spider Lady trap me in that Xerograph, and then the Spider Lady turned into a perfect duplicate of me! And now, here you are trapped in my costume and my body!" "Look, you've got to help me. Get ahold of Spider Lady. We need her help to fix the Xerograph." "You're not in any position to demand anything, you big creep!" said DynaGirl, clearly relishing every word. Legs stood up and glared at them both. "You shut up, you little?" "Hey!" said DynaGirl, "as long as you're dressed like a woman, try and act like a lady!" "Before we talk about the Spider Lady, tell us where your boyfriend Spinner is," said the Captain. "Spinner had nothing to do with this!" "Oh, no? Then why did you say 'WE need her help'?" asked ElectraWoman. "Who's the we?" Legs looked down at himself. "I'm not ratting on anyone." "Then I guess you'll be a woman for the rest of your life," said ElectraWoman. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I did." "All right! Spinner is hiding out at the Stargate motel by the interstate. Room 222." The detectives left the room. "Now, you've got to talk to the Spider Lady. She had special powers; she could change all by herself, but I need the Xerograph to change back. Please, please talk to her!" "We already did," said the Captain. "She said she'd be glad to lend her services if the State would just knock a few years off her sentence." "Then that's what you've got to do!" "I don't think the judge will be inclined to do that," said the Captain. "But I'll tell you what, we'll see about getting you into the same Woman's Penitentiary as the Spider Lady. You can try and talk to her if you happen to see her in the aerobics room." "You can't leave me like this!" "Oh, stop complaining," said ElectraWoman. "It's only the middle of the month. Wait until you get to month-end. Then you'll really have something to complain about." "Hey, it won't be so bad being a woman," said DynaGirl. "Think of all the pretty dresses and lingerie you get to wear now, that is, if you didn't wear them before. And we'll show you how to put on make-up so you can look pretty behind bars." "Stop it! Captain Abernathy, could I please talk to ElectraWoman alone?" The Captain looked at ElectraWoman for her consent. She nodded. When the Captain and DynaGirl had left, Legs pleaded with her. "Please, ElectraWoman, tell me how you take off this costume! I can't even get these gloves off!" ElectraWoman laughed. She took off her gloves and put them back on. "Funny, I don't have any problem. You must be doing something wrong." "ElectraWoman, please! I have to pee!" "OK, for you it's going to take scissors to get out of that costume. But don't worry, I'm sure the State will be only too happy to provide you with something else to wear. For a long, long time." THE END