That taken care of, he disappeared from the Watchtower, and reappeared in an abandoned warehouse. He magically designed an auto-do cubicle. A device from his own dimension, modeled after an old Kandorian design but improved, it could basically change anyone inside into anything he set the machine to remold the person as. The programming took about a week to complete. But finally, he was ready to finally humiliate Superman and the others as he never could before.
Mxy's next task was to make the warehouse over into what appeared to be a spare Star Labs laboratory. He then went to Star Labs itself, to see what it looked like exactly, and reappeared back at his phony one to make it look realistic. It soon was filled with what appeared to be cubicles and testing areas, along with his auto-do and a few similar boxes to make it look like part of a set.
He sat and programmed the device to make a costume for Superman that would be permanent, and made entirely of latex. Around the cowl of the costume would be a smaller version of Wonder Woman's lasso, which would completely enslave Superman into enjoying the suit. The legs of the costume would become red thigh high boots with six-inch heels, all of which would become part of her skin. Every inch of her skin would become shiny latex, which she would wear the rest of her life. Her face would remain in the femine form it had become, and layered in clear latex skin.
The costume would be bright navy blue, with silver stars around the neck, and of course, her bracelets of submission would be permanently turned into band on her gloves, with no way to remove them. Around her waist would be the Amazonian Power Girdle, also sealed into one piece and unable to be removed. The power lasso around her head would continually tell her how pretty she was in her latex skin, and how much she wanted to wear it and never try to remove even one piece of it. All of this information was passed on to the new operator of the auto-do, the transformed Jimmy Olsen. That done, he had Jimmy place a call to Clark Kent's apartment, with Mxy pretending to be a young female Star Labs technician.
The voice Clark heard on her phone said, "Superman, I believe I have found a solution to your dilemma. Could you come to 400 Lake Ave? I have a device that should make your problem go away." The Imp told Superman to meet him there in one hour, and everything would be set.
"I'll be there," Clark replied, "and thank you!"
Laughing when he hung up, Mxy became Julie Sexton, a fictional employee of Star Labs. Then she prepared the machine to do her mischief. Just to make sure Superman couldn't escape from the cubicle,
she prepared the light to become the beams of a red sun, and the door knob on the inside of the cubicle to become Green Kryptonite, to hold her helpless while she turned the machine on, and it did its insidious work on Superman. Jimmy cringed when she grinned at her.
One hour later, Julie opened the door of the warehouse, and Superman was led to the cubicle. She looked at Superman in her costume and grinned, thinking how wickedly Amazonian she looked in Wonder Woman's new costume. She couldn't wait to see how more wicked she'd become.
Superman told Julie, "You don't know how relieved I will be, to be able to wear normal clothes again, and get back my male body. This costume is way too feminine for me." She opened the folded up cape that had been under her arm, and removed the spare Superman costume she thought he would be able to wear, and draped it over the chair outside the auto-do cubicle.
She looked down at her ultra-feminine costume, and thought how glad she would be to be out of it. She then stepped into the cubicle, and the door slowly closed in her face. In shock, she felt the red sun rays shine down on her. Then she looked at the handle of the door, and saw the glowing green doom that was there. She started to shout, "What's going on?" when the Mxy changed from Julie and appeared as himself, mocking her. "So, Stupid Man, I have you where I want you. I have designed this cubicle to change your costume; I wasn't lying about that, but I don't think you will like the changes."
Held prisoner and completely helpless in the stasis field of the auto-do cubicle, Superman raised her arms up over her head, and was inundated with a starnge spray. Her costume dissolved completely, leaving just her bare skin. Another spray of the goop seemed to come at her from all sides of the booth, and then the molecules of her skin turned completely to latex. To an interested Mxy, it appeared that she was wearing a head-to-toe blue catsuit, with stars around her neck and gold bands around her arms and thighs. Of course, this was precisely what he'd programmed it to do, but actually seeing the results was different. Her skin was now made from very tight, highly polished navy blue and red latex, her face sealed in layers of clear latex; but in actuallity, it was her new permanent uniform. She would shower in it, sleep in it, and it would be with her for the rest of her life.
Superman felt the constraints on her upper arms where the modified bracelets of submission ended the red part of her arms, and the familiar tightness of the girdle around her waist again, cinching it in two inches, heralding the return of her super powers. She looked down, and saw the way her legs were covered in red all the way to her upper thighs, with similar bands of gold to those on her arms. She grimaced as she realized that these made her look like nothing Wonder Woman had ever worn, even in her wildest days, or so she thought.
"After all, we wouldn't want anyone to confuse you with Wonder Woman," said the Mxy as he rolled a full length mirror in front of Superman, and she looked in surprise at her new costume. Also, she felt the compulsion of the magic lasso around her head sapping her will, giving her non-stop instructions. She raised her hands to her neck, and saw that her hands were also encased in latex. She felt the ultra-high arch of the boots, wondering why the heels felt like part of her feet, and just felt ill about her appearance. Also, she found that the skin sealed and unsealed itself at her crotch and ass, so she had some means of relieving herself. What she didn't know yet was that the skin over her tits would also separate, because Mxy made sure she would be able to fully enjoy her new body and all its openings, and follow the instructions of her headbands.
Mr. Mxyzptlk laughed, and said, "I told you I would fix your uniform, and I did so. You won't have to worry about ever changing your clothes again." He snapped his fingers, and suddenly she felt vibrators turn on in both of her openings; also, she felt her breasts being held and massaged as if by fingers. "Just think, you can do anything you want with your new costume, except remove it. After all, it's your skin. How do you remove your skin? It is permanent; not even sending me back to the fifth dimension will change it. The cubicle was made with magic and red sun radiation, so the changes it made will remain. Hope you like the new costume, because I'm going elsewhere for a bit. I called the Daily Planet, and asked Lois Lane to meet you here, so you can show off your new and improved uniform. Should be interesting, but I'm not staying around to see the results." Mxy had other heroes to modify, so he snapped his fingers and went on his way.
As Mxy departed, the cubicle disappeared, along with all the other modifications he'd made to the warehouse, and it once again became barren. Mxy had further plans for his auto-do box, and couldn't wait to trap and change a few more JLAers. The human component of the box, the woman who had once been Jimmy Olsen, went along for the ride.
There had been a bit of a shockwave rolling through the ether when Wonder Woman's costume was destroyed, and the gods took notice. When it seemed that there was nothing there for them to manipulate, even Aphrodite gave in and turned her back with the rest. All but one, that is. Ares, long vexed by the Amazon and her peaceful ways, took note of the fact that the magic lasso was still present, though altered into a fascinating form. He read the ideas that Mxy had put into it, and smiled. Just for spite, he added a few of his own instructions to those Mxy had left.
Superman collapsed into a latex covered heap on the floor. As Superman lay unconscious on the floor, the magic lasso around her head started making suggestions about her new costume, and her new found ultra-femininity. "You love the intense sensations of your new latex skin. It is so smooth and beautiful. You are proud of your feminine body. Even though you are naked, you feel very comfortably clothed. You are under the compulsion of the bracelets of submission. They remind you of your adoration of the Goddess Artemis, who is the patron goddess of the Amazon nation. If any man would bind your arms together, you become totally helpless, your powers drain away, and you become his slave, mentally and physically.
"That is the price all Amazons pay, from long ago when Ares captured the Amazon nation, and bound their wrists with iron manacles. The Amazons begged their patron Goddess to release them from their servitude. After two years of bondage, she freed her loyal subjects, but left the manacles on as a symbol of the treachery of man. To this day, every Amazon, upon reaching her maturity, has the bracelets hammered on her wrists, and the pledge is repeated on the altar of Artemis. Even though you were a male, you have become an Amazon in body and soul and spirit. The reason I was made as a collar around your head is to constantly remind you of your feminine status, and to love your costume. You will never even think about removing the latex skin. I will compel you to think of it as natural, and to come to think of it as something you have wanted to wear for years.
"Every morning when you wake up, I will glow for an hour or so to reinforce these feelings and thoughts, and any time you have thoughts contrary to what I have programmed for you, again I will glow and feed your new instructions again and again. Now, isn't this the loveliest gift anyone could receive from an old enemy? While this is happening, the vibrators built into the suit will massage you for two hours; I just know you will love it. Now, the Girdle of Power is a different matter. It is a prize possession of one special Amazon, who won the right to leave Paradise Island and move among men, and spread the power of love between men and women. The Girdle grants to its wearer the power of all the gods, added to your own incredible strength and speed, but it is also kept under control by the bracelets of submission. Even though you do not need to wear the girdle to give you your incredible powers, because they are natural, now that you are wearing it, your powers are tied to it, and you would be powerless without it.
"That was another reason you could be outfitted as you are. Your skin was as easily kneaded as dough, and the Imp brought an incredible revenge on you by turning your skin to latex. Your skin is totally latex, all seven layers of it. So the only way you could ever get out of it is to be flayed alive. So now that your body is invulnerable, your skin is also invulnerable latex, so it is highly recommended that you enjoy your beautiful body, because it's yours for life. You also want to share your body with others, because it is too glorious to hide. You know how to make your skin clear, and opening it up will be no problem. You have no cares about morals any longer. Remember, the god Ares is your patron."
About an hour later, Lois Lane arrived at the warehouse, secure in Wonder Woman's arms, to see how Superman had fared with the Star Lab technician. They landed outside, and walking in from the parking lot, Diana said, "I hope they were able to fix Superman's uniform, because he is a man, and that outfit was designed for me."
Lois looked at Diana and smiled, saying, "You know how sexy she looked in it."
Diana, who was still stuck wearing her Superman costume, was grinning. "True, but it was vanity that made it so difficult for Superman. If I hadn't been so vain, she would have been able to remove it, before it was bonded to her aura, because the collar was the only part of it that was hexxed. It was my vanity that prevented her from being a man."
They finally reached the door to the place, and couldn't believe the empty sight they saw. This was no Star Labs facility. They entered cautiously, and barely recognized the heap on the floor.
"That looks like Superman, or at least the new face she had," Lois remarked, "but what kind of costume is she wearing? It appears to be made of latex!"
Wonder Woman said, "Yes, it appears to resemble a costume I wore when I was doing work underwater. But it is far more exotic and sexually exciting than any of my old dive suits." Then she bent to touch Superman's wrist. "It's latex!" she exclaimed, as she stooped down to help Superman to her feet. She also noticed the incredibly high heels she was wearing.
Superman stood up, and she was barely able to stand, as the boots forced her to stand almost on her toes. She used her hands to explore the tight fighting latex her skin had become. She felt the girdle around her waist, and noticed it was one piece, with no opening or latches on it at all.
Diana noticed the mini lasso around her head, and also the fact that it was glowing. She saw how relaxed Superman's face became as the commands of the lasso took over her mind and will.
Wonder Woman stroked her head, and asked Superman, "Why are you wearing that latex costume? I thought you were here to have it replaced with your normal uniform. What happened?"
"There never was anyone from Star Labs here," she replied, feeling as if she'd been ordered to do so. "It was that imp from the fifth dimension, and he tricked me into entering some kind of cubicle. The cubicle was powered by magic, and the radiation of a red sun. Actually, this isn't any kind of costume; it is my skin that has been turned permanently to latex. Even if I wanted to remove it, there's no way I could do so, and the magic lasso around my head insures that I have no desire to take it off. I feel pride in how I look."
"How will you lead a normal life?" Lois asked. "I mean, you will have to wear that outrageous costume for the rest of your life, maybe covering it up with dresses or other clothes; and those boots, how will you manage in them?"
"I don't know. I'm not even sure about putting dresses over my new skin. These aren't really boots, either, they're my feet. For the time being, let's go to my apartment to talk about the future." She flew off with Lois in her arms, Wonder Woman flying alongside.
She flew in through the window, and Wonder Woman came in right behind her. Her guests settled on her couch, and Superman started to pace. Both ladies noticed how much easier it was for her to walk in her new, even higher heeled boots.
Idly, Lois stood, then walked over to be next to Superman, and placed her right hand around her head, drawing it toward her own. Cuddling her, Lois just started to muse out loud, "It's pretty obvious that Superman isn't an appropriate name anymore. You obviously aren't a man, you are all woman; in fact, you are an over-sexed vixen, though you are super. You actually look more like Wonder Slut!"
The pacing stopped momentarily. A look of recognition formed on her face, and the flesh toned latex took on a wicked grin. "Yes, that is who I am. I am a female through and through. I am Wonder Slut." At that moment, more of Ares' instructions started pouring into her head. She froze while the bands glowed. The vixen took on new roles after Lois unwittingly opened up her mind.
Wonder Woman knew right away what had occured. "Lois! Don't word any other sentences in the form of instructions, while touching her headband. Her lasso has just made her obey your renaming, and I don't know if we can easily change that order."
"We need to get her out of that mindset if we can," Lois told Wonder Woman. "What do you think we can do?"
"See if you can get her out of that stupor, and listen to us," the Amazon answered. "I just had an idea."
Wonder Woman couldn't whirl and became Diana Prince, because of the Superman costume bound to her aura, but she asked Wonder Slut, "Why don't you spin and change like I used to , and see what you will be dressed in. Then we can see what we can do to help you."
"I don't have to spin to change. Whatever I wish to appear as becomes my new look," Wonder Slut said, in a tone that scared both of the others deeply. The image of the tall woman in blue and red blurred briefly, and moments later, she appeared in yet another form of her latex skin. She couldn't change out of her skin, but it did change to what could be called clothes, though they definitely weren't her costume. She had on a shiny black latex minidress, and matching boots that came almost as high as the bottom of the dress. Her arms were encased in opera length shiny black latex gloves. Apparently, as long as it was a latex look, she could alter her skin to that form. But the bands around her head, now looking like a golden band, would never let her be free from their influence and mental conditioning.
"My oh my," Lois remarked, "it looks like all you can do is look sexy. You're going to have to be pretty careful around other people."
