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This is the events of 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?', as experienced by Maggie Jones. Think you know the full story? You don't. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN: THE FIRST DAY by BobH (c) 2020. (Note: Obviously, this one contains spoilers for 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?') - 1 - I woke shortly before 1 p.m. and sighed, my breath misting before me in the cold air of my trailer. The afternoon light coming in through the windows was pale and insipid, squeezed through grey skies by the anaemic sun of winter. Yet my spirits were high. This was the big day and I was filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, like a kid before Christmas. Heaving my overweight frame out of bed, I threw my thick dressing gown on over my nightdress and glanced outside. It had snowed again while I slept, but then it *was* November and this *is* Iowa. I went over to my wood burning stove, loaded it up and got a fire going. After many years of doing so I could do this routine in my sleep, and I knew it would quickly have the trailer warm enough for me to discard my dressing gown and think about showering. But first breakfast. By the time I'd had a bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee, and my first cigarette of the day, I was beginning to feel human again and ready to squeeze into my tiny shower with its feeble water-pressure. And 'squeeze' was the right world. It would be a tight fit for someone who was emaciated let alone a woman with my large breasts, chunky thighs, enormous butt, and rolls of belly flab. Later, having endured that ordeal for what I expected to be the last time, having dried myself off and got dressed, I lit another cigarette and lay back on the bed, studying the large poster of Wonder Woman taped to the ceiling overhead. To me she represented the pinnacle of physical perfection in a woman. "Soon, gorgeous," I said, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the poster and smiling dreamily. "Soon." When nine o'clock rolled around it was time to head into work so donned my uniform and pinned my hair up into a bun. Once I'd put on my button earrings, I stared into the mirror, studying the face staring back at me, the pudgy face of 52 year old Maggie Jones with its sallow skin, double chin, and tired eyes. The next time I looked into a mirror I expected to like what I saw a hell of a lot more. Before stepping out of my trailer I paused and looked around, knowing I would never return. It was small and it was a dump, but it had been my home for more years than I cared to remember and I had somehow raised a son here. What happy memories I had of the place were all associated with him, but he had moved out years ago. It was my turn to drive us today and Burt was waiting beside my battered twenty year old station-wagon. "Evenin', Maggs," he said cheerily. "Evening, Burt," I replied, climbing into the car and opening the passenger side door for him. Since we both lived in the same trailer park, were employed at the same truck stop diner, and usually worked the night shift, we took turns to drive the ten miles between the two. Burt was a short-order cook and I was a waitress, and we'd been making the same trip for years. But now this would be it, my final drive to the diner, thank God. The first order of the day when we got there was our evening meal. One of two free meals we took every day - the other being at the end of our shifts - these were important when you had a minimum wage job and helped us make ends meet. By the time we'd finished eating it was ten to ten - still ten minutes left 'til the night shift officially started, so I headed out through the kitchen to get in one last cigarette before it did. Taking my coat from the coat hooks on the back wall I threw it on, donned the woolen hat and scarf stuffed in the pockets, and stepped out through the rear door. I hadn't only come outside for a smoke however. I had with me a paper grocery bag containing the Wonder Woman poster and several other items I didn't want to leave for my trailer's soon-to-be new resident to find. I stuffed this into one of the trash bins then lit a Marlboro. We'd probably be as busy as usual for the next few hours, then at three a.m. - showtime! At a quarter to three Frank rolled up in his rental car. He was tall and handsome, my beautiful boy, dressed in a heavy coat over an immaculate three piece business suit, and carrying a briefcase. I watched him proudly as he walked into the diner. Polished and confident, he was now a high-powered lobbyist in Washington DC. I knew this was due to his astonishing persuasion power, of course, a power he now used on the two truckers who were currently the only customers in the place, three others having departed only minutes before. They were sitting facing each other at one of the tables so it was a simple matter for Frank to place a hand over theirs and to turn it on. "Time to go, guys," he said. Laying their forks down beside their half-eaten meals the men rose to their feet and filed out. Grinning, Frank came over to me at last and gave me a big hug. "Hello, Mom," he said, kissing my forehead. "You ready for this?" "God, yes!" I said, with feeling. "Working here is soul-destroying. I won't miss a single thing about the dead-end life I've been living." "Good, then I just need to go in back to put the fluence on your cook - Burt, wasn't it? - and everything will then be ready. We can't have him interrupting, so I'll tell him not to come out until after I leave and make him think you introduced us in case we ever meet again." Frank removed his coat and went off to attend to Burt, while I cleared away the the truckers' plates and waited for our guest to arrive. When she did I almost missed it. - 2 - This being a rural area and land being cheap the diner's parking lot is impressively large, large enough that Wonder Woman was able to land her jet there. Being VTOL it required no runway, but because it was both fairly quiet and virtually invisible I neither saw nor heard its arrival. If I hadn't been checking constantly I might not have seen her until she came through the door. When she did appear, I watched her make her way across the snow-covered asphalt to the diner, trembling with excitement. This was it! It was November, but despite being clad in a costume that covered no more flesh than the average swim suit, it didn't look as if she was feeling the cold. I made sure I was polishing the counter as she entered the diner, not least because I wanted to gain control of my trembling before facing her. When I did I didn't dare do anything that might arouse suspicion and put her on her guard. "Take a seat, hon," I said, deliberately not looking up. "I'll be with you in a second." She did as I suggested, sliding into a seat that gave her an unobstructed view across the parking lot. Out of the corner of my eye I could also see her studying me. Very soon now she'd be able to study this body for as long as she wanted, and a lot more closely than she could possibly imagine. Finishing my polishing I went over to her table and so got my first close-up look at her in the flesh. God, she was so beautiful! Her photos didn't do her justice. "What'll it be?" I asked, taking the pencil from behind my ear and the order pad from my apron pocket. "Just a glass of water, please," she replied. "Sure I can't get you a coffee?" "No, thank you, water will be fine." "Then water it is!" I slid the pencil back behind my ear and returned the order pad to my apron. Now it was my turn to study *her* for a moment, to drink in the glorious face and body that would shortly be mine if all went to plan. "We don't get many super-heroes in here," I said, making conversation. "Looks like you don't get many people at all." "It's usually a lot busier, even in this location, but what with it being a holiday weekend an' all there aren't as many trucks on the road as usual and business is way down," I lied. "So what brings you to our little diner, might I ask?" "I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. I assumed that was his rental car outside." "Oh, so you're here for that guy?" "Do you know where he is?" "He went in back to have a word with Burt, our short-order cook and...oh, here he is now. I'll get you your water." As I passed Frank I flashed him a quick 'OK' hand signal. So far, so good. He slid into the seat opposite Wonder Woman and laid his briefcase down on the table. "Ah, Princess Diana," he said, "I'm a great admirer." He held out his hand. "Frank Becker. It's a genuine honor to meet you." When they shook hands this was my cue to return to the table, which I did "Ah, here's Maggie with your water," said Frank. "Maggie, won't you join us, please?" I looked at the princess questioningly, gave a little shrug, then slid in next to Frank. It felt nice to put my acting skills to use again after all this time. "Tell us about yourself, Maggie." "What are you doing?" asked Diana, frowning. "Everything will soon become clear, I promise. Go ahead please, Maggie." I looked at Diana, shrugged again, then told her my tale of woe. I'd spent ages in my trailer rehearsing in front of a mirror to get it just right for maximum effect. "My full name is Margaret Bronwen Jones and I'm fifty-two years old. I don't have much of an education since I hated school, played hooky a lot, and left when I was fourteen. I was always more interested in boys than in learning, anyway. As a teenager I was a runner up in a couple of local beauty contests here in Iowa, so as soon as I turned twenty-one I decided to move to Los Angeles and become a Hollywood actress. Which didn't work out as well as I'd hoped. I got a couple of bit parts in low-rated TV shows but I spent most of my time there waitressing and fending off the attentions of various sleazy agents and other scumbags who prey on naive girls like me." I paused, grimacing at the memory of what happened next. Nor was that grimace just for show. Despite my lack of education, I wasn't stupid and I should have known better. "Stupidly, I eventually gave in," I said. "I was desperate, so I slept with a producer after he promised to make me a star, got knocked up, and found myself out on the street. My father had to mail me money for a ticket so I could come back home to Iowa with my newborn son. Been here ever since, getting older, putting on a lot of weight, and using the waitressing skills that were all Los Angeles ever gave me. Doesn't mean I don't still dream of Hollywood and the life I should have had there. But over the years I've come to realise it wasn't film roles I truly wanted - it was the lifestyle." "A sad story," said Diana, looking genuinely sympathetic. She seemed really sweet. For a moment I almost felt guilty over what was about to happen to her. Almost. "Indeed it is," said Frank, laying his hand over hers and locking eyes with her, "and I think Maggie deserves a second chance. Which brings us to you, Diana. A big part of my job is reading people, and I'm very good at it, so I can tell the pressure of being Wonder Woman has been getting to you lately. I'm right, aren't I?" "Yes," she said, gazing into his eyes, "yes, you are." "It's become overpowering, a burden you would gladly lay down if you could." "Yes...a burden." By now she couldn't break away from Frank's gaze or from his touch, nor would she want to. That was how his power worked. "And there are other things weighing on you too. Most people would look at you and think you had everything. They would never understand how it was possible for your youth and beauty to become millstones around your neck, yet it's clear to me that they have; I can see it in your eyes. The incessant attention they attract has been making you increasingly uncomfortable for a long time until it's now become intolerable, am I right?" I watched in fascination and with mounting excitement as he gripped her hand tightly and her eyes became glazed. "You are!" she said, tears welling up. It was as if a dam had broken somewhere inside me releasing feelings I'd been keeping suppressed. I hadn't been able to admit to any of this before he spoke, but it was all so clear to me now. I'd been lying to myself for years. "It's like you've looked into my soul," she sobbed, "and made me confront how much I hate almost everything about my life. It's unbearable." "I know, I know," said Frank, soothingly. "It's hard finally facing up to the truth like this, but let it all out and let your tears flow. You'll feel better after a good cry. And don't despair. It may seem like your situation is hopeless, but it isn't. I can help you." "You...you can?" she said, stifling her sniffles. "I believe so, yes. And the answer lies with Maggie here. Her life is free from the stresses you're buckling under, so it would be perfect for you. Think about it. If you were her the unwelcome attention your youth and beauty attracts would be gone. So would the weight of expectation placed on you as Wonder Woman. You wouldn't have to be careful about your public image, or live up to the impossible standards demanded of a role model, because nobody would idolise you anymore or care what you did. Instead of fame you would have anonymity. You would be... ordinary, just another one of the thousands of unremarkable women leading unremarkable lives who do the lowly but important jobs that keep this country running. Look at her, really look at her, and you'll see that not only does Maggie have the simpler life you need, but that she herself is also everything you want to be." "Yes," she said, looking at me enviously, as if scales had fallen from her eyes and she was seeing me for the first time, "she has, and she *is*, but how does knowing this help me?" "Because I have the ability to move minds between bodies. I can swap your lives, if you want me to." "Oh, I do!" she said, hope swelling in my heart. "I want that more than I've ever wanted anything." "I want it too," I said, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "Then give me your hand, Mom," he said. "Mom?" said Diana. "Yes, Maggie is my mother," said Frank, taking her hand. "Now close your eyes." We did as he asked, and he squeezed our hands.... - 3 - Something so momentous should be more epic, but all I felt was a brief moment of vertigo, and then it was done. "Open your eyes, ladies," said Frank When I did I saw I was no longer sitting opposite Diana but opposite myself, opposite middle-aged waitress Maggie Jones. For a moment my brain registered this as if I must be looking in a mirror, but only for a moment. Then I looked down at myself. "You did it!" I said, in joyous amazement before raising slender fingers to my face and touching that smooth young skin. Even knowing it would happen, it was hard to believe that it had. "I...I'm Wonder Woman, just like you promised me I'd be!" Diana was reacting similarly to her own new body, and I watched with interest as her eyes swept over her large and heavy breasts, past the badge with her new name on it, and down to those chunky thighs in that thick, elasticated pantihose poking out from beneath the skirt of her waitress uniform. She was grinning delightedly, convinced this was how she wanted to be. Then Frank, who because of the switch was now sitting across from me instead of next to me, opened his briefcase and took out two hand-mirrors. He silently passed one to each of us. One look at my reflection and I lost all interest in Diana. I stared at my beautiful young face in awe, scarcely believing it was mine. I had to suppress the tears that welled up as it hit me that at last she was me, that this was now the face that would always stare back at me from mirrors. This was what I had yearned for since the day Frank first demonstrated his powers for me. I was young again, I was thin, I was beautiful, and I felt like I might burst with happiness. "Thank you for this," I barely heard Diana say, choking up, "thank you so much!" No, not Diana... *Maggie*, her name was Maggie now. "You're welcome," I replied vaguely, unable and unwilling to tear my eyes away from my newly acquired beauty. "And Maggie? I think I'll take that coffee now." "Oh, of course," she said, hauling herself to her feet. "One pot coming up." That was when I heard it. Where my voice was strong, clear, and mellifluous, she now had the raspy voice of a longtime smoker. Funny how I'd never really noticed that quality in it when it was my own. Pulling my gaze from my heavenly reflection, I watched Maggie's enormous ass as she waddled off, both mesmerised by the sight and repelled by it. Yet what I mostly felt was an overwhelming sense of relief at finally being free of that body. I turned back to face Frank, placing my hands over his. "Thank you, oh thank you!" I said. Now it was my turn to choke up. "It's wonderful seeing you so happy." "Oh I am, Frank, I truly am. I don't think I've ever been happier." "I'm so glad. I love you, Mom." By the time Maggie returned with my coffee I'd pulled myself together. Frank asked her to join us again. After pouring a coffee for me she did. "I'm giving you a phone you must keep with you at all times in case Diana ever has to contact you to check anything," said Frank, "but in the meantime I want you to tell her everything she needs to know about her new life. Where she lives, bank account numbers, secrets friends have shared with you - everything. Oh, and the invisible plane. Did you fly here in that?" "I did, yes," said Maggie. "Is it easy to fly?" I asked, uncertainly. "Very easy. I preferred to do so manually but that's not necessary. Once you're in the cockpit just concentrate where you want to go and it will fly you there on autopilot. It's VTOL and totally silent, so you don't need a runway and can land it almost anywhere. Also, it's not invisible to Amazon eyes." "Good, good," I said, relieved to hear this. "Now I need you to tell me everything else, starting with boyfriends...." For the next forty minutes she sat there answering all my questions while I recorded her answers on my phone. When we were done I gave her a big smile. "That was excellent, Maggie, thank you. Now I need to fill you in on your life." Frank took her hand. "Listen carefully to everything we say and treat it as gospel," he said. "This is your life now, and Diana's going to tell you how you live it." "So, you and Burt car share every day to save money, taking turns to drive in from the trailer park ten miles from here where you both live," I said. "That's your station wagon parked outside. When business is really slow you and Burt sometimes have a quickie in the back of it. You live paycheck to paycheck and own nothing of any real worth." "But you're OK with that," added Frank. "Material possessions mean little to you and you're content with what you have." "You usually work the night shift at the diner," I continued, "handing over to the manager Randy, who's half your age, when he gets in at six a.m. He's kind of cute, if really full of himself, and orders everyone around more than he needs to." "You don't resent him for this," said Frank, "because he's your boss and you know - and accept - your lowly place in society. You have no ambition at all, or much curiosity about anything beyond the confines of your simple little life here in Iowa. You find being a waitress fulfilling because deep down you know this is your true calling. You have no desire to ever be anything else. It's good, honest work that makes the best use of your limited skills and lack of education. You're grateful to have a job you love, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be." "No, there isn't," she said looking around the diner and smiling with obvious pride. Even having seen Frank in action before, it still amazed me to see him at work. Then I realised there was something else I needed to add. "Don't forget to take cigarette breaks, Maggie," I said. "You've been smoking a pack a day since you were twelve so your body's used to them, and it's important not to deny yourself life's little pleasures." "I won't," she promised. Good. I couldn't have her not be a smoker. That would never do. She had to be me in every respect. There was more, of course. My usually empty checking account was now hers, so I impressed on her the importance of clipping vouchers to her weekly budget, then filled her in on where to shop, who she got on with at the trailer park and who she didn't, and similar stuff. When I was done she was ready to slip seamlessly into my former life as Maggie Jones. I was confident no one would suspect she had ever been anyone else. It was time for Frank and me to depart and leave her to get on with the rest of her shift. We stood up to go. "Be sure to leave a generous tip when you pay for my coffee, Frank," I told him. "Remember, Maggie earns minimum wage so she relies on tips to make ends meet." "Of course," he said, plucking a ten dollar bill from his billfold and laying it on the table. "There you go, Maggie." "Thank you for everything," she said, her eyes brimming with tears as Frank shook her hand. "What you've done for me...there are no words." I didn't pay attention to Frank's reply because I was looking down at myself again, at my trim body clad in that costume with its red and gold bustier and star-spangled bikini-bottom, a golden lasso at my waist and a tiara in my hair. I couldn't stop grinning. I was Wonder Woman, and I felt fantastic. And tall. I hadn't given much thought to how much taller I'd be as her, but I loved it! When Frank had finished speaking I placed my hands on Maggie's shoulders and regarded her thoughtfully. Thanks to the miracle of his persuasion power she didn't just have the over-weight, middle-aged body of a single mother who'd been a smoker for forty years. No, she now *was* that woman. She would always believe it was her choice to swap lives with me and be eternally grateful to Frank for 'saving' her by making it so. "You're so perfect like this, just so, so perfect!" I said, grinning again as I looked into the face I was glad to be leaving behind for good. "I love it! Being Maggie Jones looks good on you, it really does, and I know you're going to make a great waitress." And she would. She now considered being a waitress to be her calling in life and that this was where she belonged. She would be happier working here than I had ever been because beneath it all she was someone who had always excelled at whatever she put her mind to, and she would excel at this, too. "We're so fortunate to have the gift Frank has given us both," I continued. "I hope you'll show your gratitude by embracing your new life, because I plan on embracing the hell out of mine." I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodbye, Maggie," I said squeezing her right shoulder affectionately. "I doubt we'll ever meet again." - 4 - When Frank and I stepped out of the diner we found the parking lot bathed in moonlight. It was now a little after 4 am. In the past hour the clouds had parted allowing the full moon to shine through. "Jeez, it's freezing!" said Frank, pulling his coat tightly around him. "Can't you feel the cold?" "Not really, no," I said, wonderingly. "I'm perfectly comfortable, even with my arms, legs, and shoulders being uncovered. It's one of the many advantages of being Wonder Woman. What I do feel is powerful, just brimming with health and vitality." I was also feeling horny, *very* horny, but that's not the sort of thing a mother shares with her son. "And light," I said. "Now that I'm no longer carrying all that weight around I feel so, so light!" On impulse I squatted down then launched myself vertically into the air. I shot straight up a good fifty or sixty feet before dropping back and landing agilely. "That was amazing!" said Frank. We were interrupted by the rumbling sound of a mighty engine as an eighteen wheeler pulled onto the lot. Frank and I quickly moved further away from the diner, not wanting the driver to see me. He parked his rig then climbed down from it giving no indication he had. "Maggie's first customer," I said, resisting the urge to move back closer to the diner to watch her work. I took a step forward and my foot struck something half-buried by the snow. It was an iron bar about three foot long and an inch in diameter that must have fallen from a truck at some point. Perfect. I picked it up. "What are you doing?" asked Frank. "Just testing another of those many advantages." So saying and with no more effort than it would take an ordinary person to do the same to a metal twist-tie, I bent it into a U-shape. "Wow!" said Frank. "I want to try something else," I said. "Over in the direction where the moon is currently hanging in the sky there's nothing but fields." "So?" "Watch this." I pulled my arm back and threw the bar with all my might. It shot off into the sky, outlined against the moon and did not begin to fall until it had shrunk to a tiny dot. "How far, do you reckon?" "At least a mile or two," said Frank. "Holy cow!" "I really am her," I said twirling giddily, my glorious black locks swirling about my head. "I really am Wonder Woman." "But not a superhero for long." "No, not for long. Don't worry, Frank, I'll stick to the plan. Speaking of which we need to be on our way." We hugged. Then he looked around the parking lot and frowned. "How are you going to find your jet?" Now it was my turn to frown. "It's right over there," I said, pointing. "Oh wait, that's right. It's only visible to Amazon eyes. Weird." "Yeah, well you need to fly it to DC while I return my rental car to Des Moines airport. From there I'll set up an interview for you with Trish Conway on her mid-morning show. After that I'll take the red-eye to Los Angeles and get things ready for you out there as agreed." "And you're sure Trish will want me at such short notice?" "Are you kidding? Not only did I persuade her she should always agree to anything I asked of her that one time we met, but you're Wonder Woman. If *you* told her you had an important exclusive for her she'd clear her schedule for you if necessary. I'll get her to reserve a spot for you at 11 am. Are you sure you can handle everything you need to do in DC?" "I am, yes. Don't worry about me, Frank. Now you need to go so you don't miss your flight. I'll see you soon." With that we parted, him to his car and me to my invisible jet. Fortunately this turned out to be as easy to fly as I'd been promised. As soon as I was seated I touched my tiara and mentally instructed it to take me to Diana's apartment in DC. Almost immediately, the engines came to life and we rose into the sky. Once we'd reached the correct altitude we smoothly transitioned to horizontal flight and began to accelerate rapidly. It was beyond strange being able to see everything around me in all directions. Looking down past my feet I could see the lights of vehicles snaking their way through the darkness on I-80 far below. It was almost hypnotic, particularly when we passed over Indianapolis and there was the city, spread across the darkness like a glowing bejewelled quilt. Almost before I knew it we'd reached the nation's capital with the jet gradually slowing until it came to a halt thirty feet above the roof of a particular apartment building on the outskirts of Georgetown. According to the plane's chronometer the whole flight from Iowa had taken not much more than forty minutes. It was still dark, and would be for another couple of hours. So this was it, eh? This was the building where Captain Diana Prince shared an apartment with her friend Etta Candy who, fortunately, was out of town visiting family for a couple of days. I dropped from the plane to the roof then cautiously made my way to our apartment, managing to reach it without being seen. Once inside I immediately started stripping my costume off until I was completely naked and standing before the full length mirror in my bedroom. For several minutes, I examined my slender new body from every angle; turning, striking poses, and grinning delightedly. Such female physical perfection, and it was all mine. I was even hornier now so, inevitably, my fingers found their way between my legs. Within a few minutes I was experiencing the best, and most powerful orgasm of my life. "Wow!" I croaked, as I came down from it a few minutes later. "I definitely want more of that, a *lot* more!" A long hot shower followed, one where I spent a lot of time soaping myself, enjoying the feel of my hands gliding over my slim, well-toned curves. And, yes, I'm afraid I masturbated again. That had been fun, but now it was time to get down to business. Slipping into a silk dressing gown, I sat down to type out the two letters and two notes I needed. First the notes, since they were quick and easy to produce. Next came a letter to Etta Candy expressing regret at leaving without saying goodbye, how much her friendship had meant, and so on. I was careful to include a few personal details I'd been told, too. I'd never met the woman but it was the sort of thing I was sure Diana Prince would have written. Finally, there was my letter to General Darnell at the Pentagon resigning my commission, stating that my reasons for doing so were personal, and that no one should come looking for me. They would of course. Resigning a commission in the military involved more than just sending a letter announcing that you were doing so, but that was a process I couldn't risk going through for obvious reasons. And after today Diana Prince would cease to exist anyway, not that she'd ever been real. Once these were all written I signed them, copying the signature on the cancelled checks I'd found in the desk drawer, then placed the letter to Etta on the bed in her room and the others into envelopes. I addressed and stuck stamps on these, only sealing the one to the Pentagon. This done, I got a pair of scissors and cut up Diana Prince's credit cards and military I.D. pass, dropping them into the wastebasket in my room where they were sure to be found. I emptied Diana Prince's closet and drawers, jamming almost everything into a suitcase, leaving only her military uniforms hanging there. Next I pulled out the secret panel in the base of the closet, beneath which her Wonder Woman-related possessions were concealed, all of which I stuffed into a sports bag only pausing in that task when I found what appeared to be a photo in an ornate frame, a moving photo. My predecessor had briefed me on this device so I knew what it was, and how to operate it. She called it a Themyscreen. The picture showed a blonde woman who appeared no older than me yet had eyes that I somehow knew had witnessed the passage of centuries. I touched it and heard a voice in my head. "Hello, daughter," it said. "Please take this gift from all of your sisters with you to man's world and know that we love you." "Hippolyta," I said, knowing this was my mother, the Queen of the Amazons. There were three control studs on the side of the Themyscreen. I tapped the top one and Hippolyta's image was replaced by that of another woman, one who looked stern and commanding. "Greetings, my Princess," said her voice in my head when I touched her image, "your general salutes you." "General Antiope," I murmured. She was my aunt, and Hippolyta's sister. These were not things I had known before. It appeared the telepathic circuitry in the Themyscreen imparted an I.D. along with each message, and there were a *lot* of messages. I gave up after quickly tapping my way through the first couple of dozen, enough for me to suspect that everyone on Themyscira had contributed one. This would be *extremely* useful if I ever encounter any of the Amazons, something I hoped would never happen. The Amazons. I bit my lip nervously. Frank and I hadn't really come up with a firm strategy for if and when it did happen, as it surely will. It was something we would have to give a lot more thought to, not least because while those telepathic messages were in some form the brain of the recipient interpreted in their own language - English in my case - the Amazons spoke Themysciran. This was a version of ancient Greek now all their own after a thousand years of linguistic drift. And I knew barely a word of it. Still, that was a problem for another day. Placing the Themyscreen in my sports bag, I donned glasses and tied my hair up - apparently all that was necessary to transform Princess Diana into Diana Prince - then got dressed and headed out. I was the first person through the door when Diana Prince's bank opened that morning, and had soon closed out both her checking and savings accounts. Outside I hailed a cab to take me to Union Station. While in the cab I placed enough money to cover six months rent on the apartment in the envelope addressed to the landlord, Mr Abernathy, so that I didn't leave Etta Candy having to cover it all while looking for a new roomie. Most of the remainder I put in the envelope addressed to Maggie, holding back just enough to cover the cab fare and a train ticket. At Union Station I dropped these and the letter to the Pentagon into a mail box, bought a ticket for the first train heading south, then made a call from a public call box. "Hello, Steve, it's your angel," I said, using his pet name for Wonder Woman. "I've got an interview at eleven this morning with Trish Conway and I need you to meet me there afterwards. Yes, it's important. I'll explain everything when I see you. Yeah, OK, bye." Though I had no intention of taking the train, I passed through the ticket barrier in order to get my ticket clipped and to be seen doing so. It was easy enough for me to then find the door on the other side I was looking for, the one Frank had determined from plans he had obtained would take me where I needed to go. Only maintenance personnel were allowed to use it so it was locked of course, but with my strength this was not a problem. The door gave me access to a little used service corridor that led me to an outside area where I was able to leap up to a fire escape and from there make my way to the station roof. Here, choosing a spot where I would not be seen, I dropped my bags and peeled off my full-length winter coat. I was already wearing my Wonder Woman costume underneath this so all I needed to do was lose the glasses, let my hair down, and put on my tiara before summoning the invisible jet to take me to the TV studio and my appointment with Trish Conway. And that was how Diana Prince vanished. She was never heard from again. - 5 - I arrived at the studio an hour before I was due to be interviewed. Setting the jet to hover thirty feet above it, I dropped to the roof then made may way down a stairway and into the broadcast area, where a staffer greeted me. "Ah, Wonder Woman! They've been waiting for you in make-up." "Lead the way," I said. As I followed her so the head of every male I passed turned in my direction, either looking me over appreciatively or staring with open lust. It had been more than twenty years since men had last looked at me like that, and I loved it! Being ogled again was wonderful. Until that moment I hadn't realised quite how much I missed it. Being in a make-up chair again for the first time since my brief, long- ago time as an actress was also strangely comforting. There are those who hate it, but not me. I'd always adored being fussed over like that by experts using their skills to make me look my best. When they were done, a production assistant came over with a small child, a young girl wearing a Wonder Woman T-shirt who stared up at me, wide-eyed. "This is my daughter, Kayleigh," said the woman. "You're her favorite superhero and I was wondering if I could get a photo of the two of you together?" "Of course," I said, smiling and kneeling down beside the girl. Her mother took the photo, then Kayleigh threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "I love you, Wonder Woman!" she said. This was a signal for all manner of other people to ask for photos and autographs, and I was happy to oblige them. Being the focus of that much adoration was a heady feeling. I'd never experienced anything like it before. Eventually the floor manager extracted me from my fans and led me over to the set, where I was introduced to the star of the show and fitted with a mic. Having once been an actress an interview held no fears for me, so I felt relaxed and confident. Trish Conway was an attractive and very polished young African-American woman whose morning show was the most popular of those serving the DC Metro area, Northern Virginia, and parts of Maryland. A local show yes, but the exclusive I was about to give her would go national - no, *international*. "Welcome back," she said, as the show returned from an ad break. "This morning we have a special guest on the show, one who needs no introduction: Princess Diana of Themyscira or, as she's better known the world over, Wonder Woman. Good morning, your highness. I understand you have an announcement you want to make?" "Thank you, Trish; yes, I do. So I'll get straight to it. I'm retiring from my role as a superhero, and this announcement also serves as my formal resignation from the Justice League." There was a moment of stunned silence in the studio. "I..wow, I almost don't know what to say," said Trish. "The obvious question is why, and why now?" "Because this was never something I was going to do forever, and for various personal reasons now feels like the right time to call it a day and see what it's like to be a civilian." "So this is the end of Wonder Woman?" "Not at all, but in future the only time you'll see me in this costume will be at charity events or in a commercial context." "Commercial?" "Yes. I still have to earn a living. To that end I've hired Frank Becker as my business manager. He'll help me explore how best to develop the Wonder Woman brand going forward." "I see." "It's been an honor and a privilege to serve with the League and to have been your local superhero in the DC area, but it's time for me to make a clean break and move on. I'll be relocating to California to start what I hope will be an exciting new phase of my life." "I think I speak for everyone when I say thank you for your service, Wonder Woman, and we wish you all the best and every success with you new venture." She turned to face the camera. "When we come back: would Superman look better with a moustache? Our panel of experts chime in. Join us in a few minutes, after the break...." When I left the set Steve Trevor was waiting for me, looking very handsome in his colonel's uniform, and for a moment I contemplated dragging him to the nearest hotel to have my way with him before announcing our break-up. Fortunately common sense won out over lust, but it was a close run thing. "You're leaving DC?" he said, obviously dismayed. "What does that mean for us, angel?" He moved in for a hug, but I raised my hands to forestall him. That was when he knew. "Why?" he said, sounding stricken. "Because I recently realised I was staying with you for no better reason than our relationship's comforting familiarity," I said "I know you love me, but I don't feel that way about you anymore. I haven't for a while. I've just been going through the motions, and that's unfair to both of us, so I've decided to end it. I'm sorry, Steve. It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault." "So it's over? Just like that? Am I one of those 'personal' reasons' you mentioned for wanting to make a fresh start?" "Yes. Please give my love to Etta Candy and Diana Prince." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek then hurried over to the stairs leading to the roof where my jet awaited me. I wanted to be away from here as swiftly as possible. On the roof I climbed the invisible rope ladder up to the cockpit, stashed my baggage behind the seat, and let out a big sigh. I had done it. Everything had gone without a hitch. Now I could finally relax. It had been nearly twenty-two hours since I'd awoken as Maggie Jones for the final time yesterday afternoon. So much had happened since then that I was now mentally exhausted, but at last I could sleep. Mentally instructing the jet to head west I settled back and closed my eyes. Just as I had the first time I was young, I was heading to where Hollywood lay, a place overflowing with beautiful men. Now that I was Wonder Woman I could have my pick of them, a situation I intended to exploit to the full. With so much lost time to make up for, and so many handsome young men to make up for it with, I could hardly wait to get started. So it was that I drifted off into the land of slumber, dreaming happily of pretty boys as we flew on, following the sun to California. *** The End. *** Note: My Frank Becker sequence: A. Powers (3) B. The Producer (4) C. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman? (1) D. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The First Day (7) E. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Investigation (2) F. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Villain (5) G. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Amazons (9) * H. The Politician's Wife (6) I. The Politician's Widow (8) ** * - coming eventually ** - coming soon Numbers in brackets are the order in which the stories were written. Letters indicate the reading order. I'm no longer going to claim any story in this series is the final one because I've been there, done that, and been wrong - several times now. This one came about when I recently re-read 'Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman?' and the more I thought about it the more I realised that while I'd told the tale of Wonder Woman's first day as Maggie, the tale of Maggie's first day as Wonder Woman was also worth exploring.