April Fool's Joke Gone Bad, 2012 - Justice League of American Barbies by Steve Zink

Based upon the beginning of 'Supershe'
by Cooper with his agreement


During one of the rare occasions when the age defying witch from the days of ancient Greece was trying to avoid contact with the Amazon who had seemed to become the bane of her existence, Circe was spending some time in the United States a bit before what they called Easter.  One of the best ways she had found to keep her wrath for Wonder Woman in check was to visit another witch who lived near Hollywood and keep watch over her eleven-year-old daughter, Hexata.  During past visits, the young, long black haired witch who was already starting to blossom into a good looking girl had come to know the ancient but young looking purple haired one as her aunt, and neither her Mom nor Circe felt it necessary to correct her.  But fate (or was it actually capitalized and in plural, as in the Greek Fates?) stepped in to bring the Amazon Princess front and center to her attention.  It was while the almost normal looking witch (not too many stunningly beautiful women had long purple hair, but with the way in which so many females were coloring their hair in striking colors these days, she blended right in) casually dressed in jeans and a short sleeved pale aqua blouse was strolling through the local Toys-R-Us while accompanying Hex on a new toy shopping trip late in the morning that Circe became awestruck.

When Hex and her guardian got to the toy store's dolls section that end of March Friday so the youngster could check out the new additions to the Barbie range, Circe's eyes locked upon one particular shelf.  While the young girl in jeans and a SpongeBob Squarepants T-shirt was busy ogling the boxes on the lower shelves holding Mattel's latest movies, TV shows and cartoons and just plain fun outfits on Barbie, her friends Midge, Kayla, P.J. and Stacie and her little sister Skipper, Circe's mind was in a whirl.  On the shelf that was at her chest level and above the reach of most young girls was a series of Barbie dolls in superheroine and villainess costumes.  There were twelve-inch versions of Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, and she was at the same time both glad and mad that there wasn't a Barbie version of herself.  What was making her mind spin was the range of heroine Barbies, Batgirl, Supergirl, Black Canary, Invisible Woman, Elektra (who were those two, she wondered?) and finally one cheaper version of the Amazon to go along with the other dolls next to a much more expensive and more realistic looking Wonder Woman.

Over the many years she'd spent vexing Princess Diana, Circe had become well aware that Americans in particular seemed to be infatuated with playing jokes in varying degrees of mirth on each other on the next day, what they called April Fool's Day.  It was that very realistic Wonder Woman Barbie which had given her the idea to do one of those jokes herself, but the Supergirl and Batgirl dolls were what increased the witch's interest for April Fool's joke real life transformation possibilities; the expensive collector's version of Wonder Woman got her wondering how that Amazon bitch would handle being turned into an even more realistic twelve-inch doll for her own joke.  Since there were others within earshot, she used the full name of her young charge instead of her very appropriate nickname.  "Hexata, go ahead and pick out two Barbie dolls you'd like to add to your collection and put them into the cart; your aunt Circe is going to get a few for herself."  She picked up one each of the Batgirl and Supergirl Barbies and then one of the expensive Wonder Woman dolls.

WHOA!  What was that doll which became exposed as soon as the expensive and much more realistic Amazon doll had been picked up?  It was a just as expensive and even more realistic but also exquisitely evil looking Barbie as Catwoman.  Barbie as Ivy and Harley just looked like happy dolls instead of their evil namesakes, and that other Catwoman had Barbie looking like the actress Halle Berry in a strange, shredded Goth type costume (she was unaware of the movie).  This Catwoman actually had Barbie looking like a wicked feline dominatrix, in a doll version of a black latex catsuit with thigh high boots, shoulder length gloves and a purple cape going all the way down to the Barbie sized stiletto heels on her boots.  She had Barbie's face, but with makeup to give her the look of an evil feline felon!  That too was added to her pile in the shopping cart.  Her original thoughts upon seeing the Supergirl and Batgirl dolls concerned Superman and Batman, but now with this much better Catwoman it was Robin who could be tied to the Batgirl Barbie instead of Batman.  Her own selections finished, Circe looked down to where Hex was still trying to decide.

Yet another inspiration came to the witch when she saw Barbie as a really sexy looking blonde-haired and green-tailed mermaid amongst the ones Hex was checking.  'Hmm, with a golden yellow top and green gloves...  Yes!  And there was already that Barbie as Black Canary.  Why not take the whole JLA and turn them into walking, talking, super powered adult sized Barbie clones for April Fool's Day, not just the Super fool and the Bats?  Of course, the Amazon wouldn't be with them, since she'd be the size of a doll.  But wait!  Who said an adult sized Wonder Woman Barbie couldn't join with the others in the JLA tomorrow?'  This April Fool's joke idea was getting better and better for Circe the more she thought about it.  She picked up a Black Canary and one of the mermaid Barbies, then grabbed five more Barbie dolls so she could handle each of the current JLA members.  Skipper would have been good to pick up for the equally younger Robin, but he was already being taken care of by the Batgirl Barbie.  But this thought sparked yet another idea.  Two regular Barbie dolls were placed back on the shelf, and taking their places were the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn Barbies..

After Hex added Western Chic Barbie and Lingerie #5 Barbie to the cart, they headed for the cash registers at the front of the store.  "Aunt Circe," Hex asked in a soft voice as they got into the queue at one, "why are you getting so many of those regular and special Barbies?"

"I came up with an idea that I'll tell you about when we're in the car on the way back to your house," she answered just as quietly.  "I don't want to mention it here in case it might get overheard.  Remember, we can't let everybody else know about just how special we are, can we?"

"You're right," Hex said even more quietly into the witch's ear.  "But I'm going to bet you're into another plot to make Wonder Woman wish she hadn't been born."

"Hex, you're a witch after my own heart!  That's it for now, we're next at the register."  She winked at the youngster, who grinned back.

Almost as soon as their Barbie hoard had been placed on the back seat of the car (Circe hated having to borrow Hex's mother's car for these visits; magically moving around was SO much simpler) and the doors had been shut, the youngster practically screamed, "Now tell me about your plan, Aunt Circe!"

"My, but aren't you becoming an evil minded little witch!" Circe started.  "I'm presuming you know about the heroes in the Justice League of America."  Hex nodded.  "I'm going to play a big April Fool's joke on all of them.  Wonder Woman is part of that group, along with the current roster of Superman, Batman, Black Canary, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Zatanna, Atom, Flash and Aquaman.  I'm going to put a hex on each of the Barbie's I got.  Supergirl will go to Superman with her costume changed to look like his, to start with anyway.  The Catwoman-"

"Aunt Circe," Hex said to interrupt, "I think you should go a lot further with what you get for Superman, to really influence his mindset and make the joke even better.  Get one of the big sets of Barbie outfits, a set of footwear, her pink sports car and any of the other accessories you might find when you go back to get those...presuming you want to, that is."

"Oh, yes!  Thanks for the good suggestions," the elder witch replied.  "Now, as I was saying, the Catwoman Barbie is going to have a Batman costume put on it to start, and the evil looking latex Catwoman costume is also going to be taking its place.  So Batman gets a two-part April Fool's joke; first he'll have to contend with being the really sexy Barbie version of himself, then a bit later she'll change from still looking like a good girl heroine to a really evil looking bad girl villainess.  His young partner Robin is going get Batgirl, which will start with its costume changed to look like his."  Then she grinned.  "Hey, mentioning that just gave me another idea!  The costume on that Barbie for Robin will make a third change to go with the one for Batman.  First Robin, then Batgirl, and finally Catgirl!  A double joke for Batman and a triple joke for Robin!  Aquaman is going to get the mermaid after I change her outfit to look like his, Black Canary is going to be the easiest of all to do since the doll was made to look like her, and all the other Barbies I got will have the hair color changed as needed and costumes added to look like the others I mentioned.  But Green Arrow and Flash will get the same surprise as Batman and Robin when their two costumes revert back to the originals of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn!  All those extra changes into villainesses will just add to the fun of the April Fool's joke!"

Circe reached for and picked up the stupendous looking doll of her Amazon foe.  "Wonder Woman is going to be the most interesting!  I'm going to have the real Wonder Woman switch places with the doll, then I'm going to get into the full sized doll to play the role of Wonder Barbie with the other JLA members.  It should be a lot of fun to be right there with them as they contend with what has happened to them.  I'll change the costumes on all the dolls, along with the art on the boxes, after we get to your house.  Don't tell your mother what I have planned, though."

Hex giggled, then said, "To quote Sgt. Schultz on that TV show, Hogan's Heroes, 'I know nothing!'  It looks like you're going to be playing with real life Barbie dolls, Aunt Circe!"

"Exactly!" the elder witch replied.  "Let's get going, traffic is going to get a lot worse soon."

For the short trip to Hex's house, Circe concentrated on the driving, which again, was something not very familiar to or easy for her due to so little exposure; Hexata spent the whole time looking at the boxes of all the already costumed Barbies, picturing in her mind what real life versions of each would look like and imagining the others which her aunt would be changing after they got home.  Her quick on the uptake mind was already considering what Circe had said about becoming the full size Wonder Barbie herself while the real Wonder Woman would be the doll in the box herself...

As soon as the car was inside the garage and the door closed again behind them, Circe let Hex watch as she took each Barbie box she was going to use for the joke, except for the mermaid and Supergirl, and magically altered the artwork and then the hair color and outfits on the dolls within.  On the ones for Batman, Robin, Green Arrow and Flash, the boxes and the dolls themselves were magically hexed to go back to their original villainess costumes...changed villainess for Robin, of course.  Also, because both the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn dolls were amongst the cheapest of the group and looked much more like toy dolls than good ones like the others, each of the dolls got a very good magical upgrade and now looked equally as stunning as Catwoman and Wonder Woman.

"Wow, these look just like what we might have seen as coming from Mattel in the store!" Hexata said as the last was finished.  "But what about those other two?"

"That's the whole idea," Circe responded.  "When each of the JLA members gets their hands on these Barbies, they're going to have to think they're the real thing.  Let's get inside now, so I can get things started on these last two for Aquaman and Superman."

Once they was inside the house proper, Circe and her young charge went directly to Hex's bedroom.  The elder witch set her pile on top of the youngster's bureau, amazed that it was clear, clean and uncluttered.  The younger witch was already tearing into her two new doll boxes on her bed, so the purple haired sorceress looked down toward her and said, "Wow, how is it that you've done something almost no other members of our fair sex have been able to do?  The top of your chest of drawers is neat and totally uncluttered!"

Hexata grinned.  "My Mom taught me from when I was big enough to open the drawers on my own to keep everything out of sight and put away.  I won't claim as much neatness inside my drawers, but I do know exactly where everything is."

As she was standing up each of the Barbie boxes, Circe replied, "You'll have to learn how to make a total mess before you grow into a woman - NO!  Just kidding!  You might find it more difficult as you get older and obtain more and more feminine finery.  Now, watch as each of these last two dolls and their boxes change."

The first of the last Barbies that changed was the mermaid.  Hex watched as her tail turned to a slightly darker shade of green and the bikini top disappeared.  Now her torso and entire body above the waist was golden yellow and green gloves to match her tail covered her hands and arms up to her elbows.  The enthralled girl noticed on the side of the box that in place of her tail, the different colored Mermaid Barbie was shown with legs.  The green covering them looked like it still had the same fish scale effect.  Identically colored boots came up to her knees with big, turned down cuffs like pirate boots, and like the footwear of nearly all Barbies had very high spike heels.  The titling on the box was now in the green and golden yellow and said 'Aquamaid, Queen of the Seven Seas'.

With a big grin, Hex said, "Oh, wow!  She looks fantastic!  I guess from the picture on the side of the box that she'll be able to go back and forth from her tail and her legs?"

"That's right," Circe answered.  "She couldn't be in the Justice League if she was stuck in the water with just her tail.  Just the one day of the joke won't give her much time to be going from legs to a tail, though.  Now, watch that Supergirl box."

The ebony haired youngster took note as the Barbie in a blue miniskirt, long sleeved blue top which went over her breasts and left her midriff bare, red cape and red boots costume changed to having a blue body covering one with a long red cape like Superman's that had a more appropriate red G-string panty instead of the Man of Steel's red shorts and the red boots came to a bit over the knees, again with really high spike heels.  "This is how Supergirl would look if she was trying to look a lot like her cousin," Hex said.

"Yes, but it's going to be Superman himself who's going to get this one," Circe replied, "not Supergirl."

Hexata giggled.  "So we're going to see Superman as a girl looking like a blonde Barbie and wearing this costume tomorrow?"

"Looking...and thinking...like Barbie for April Fool's Day, yes," Circe told her, "but this costume is just to get him started on his transformation.  I can't tell you about his secret identity, but the woman he lives with as his wife is going to get her own special spell from me to go along, and she'll come up with a sexier version of one of Supergirl's older costumes for Barbie Superbabe to wear."

"Oh, good!  This joke will be a surprise for me and everybody else then!" Hex answered.

Circe grinned, then said, "To be able to get these to each of the Justice League members, I'll zap them to my lair.  I'll be back in a minute or two.  Go ahead and show your Mom what you got today."  She, along with the eleven Barbies, disappeared from the young girl's room.  The witch and her collection reappeared inside her plush, interdimensional dwelling, where each of the boxes was stood on the floor surrounding her bed.  An instant later, the purple haired beauty was back inside the same Toys-R-Us in one of the stalls in the ladies room so her sudden appearance wouldn't be witnessed.  To make it sound good for the other three users in there, she flushed the toilet and then went out to a sink to wash her hands.  She hastened to the doll aisle and picked up that pink car, a surprisingly huge collection of outfits and pieces in a single box, then finished by grabbing the box full of shoes and boots.  As Hex had mentioned, there were a few other sets of accessories also, but the ones in her hands would suffice, she figured.  As with the earlier batch, the witch decided to make it look good and actually pay for them (as if she really WAS paying, that is...).  Then, to cover her disappearing act, Circe went out to the parking lot and crouched between two SUVs.

Back in her lair, Circe placed her newly acquired goodies next to the Barbie Superbabe.  A quick check of Hex's home showed the laundry room to be unoccupied, so with the Wonder Woman Barbie box in her hand she went there.  The elder witch left her Amazon doll in the laundry room on a shelf for the time being.  Then she went to the kitchen to find Serena, Hex's Mom.  "Hexata was rather excited when she showed me the two new Barbie dolls you got for her," the gorgeous, ebony haired witch said when her purple haired acquaintance came in.  "You DID pay for them I hope."

The witch from ages past grinned mischievously.  "Yes, I paid cash for them.  Now, as for where I got the cash..."

"No, stop!" Serena told her.  "I don't want to find out.  I get ribbed enough about that kind of thing by my goody two shoes sister, Samantha.  Before she ran toward her bedroom, Hex told me you got a lot more dolls for yourself than you got for her.  Since when did you take an interest in Barbie dolls?"

'I knew she'd have to tell her Mom something,' Circe mused before replying, "Oh, I'd say around 400 BC or so.  The Greek artisans-"

Serena cut her off.  "Never mind, I'm sorry I asked."

"Well, more accurately, I got some rather fascinating ideas for an April Fool's joke when I saw Barbie dolls in costumes I usually see on heroines and villainesses when we were in the Toys-R-Us.  Don't worry, I've already taken all the dolls out of the house.  All but one, that is.  I'm going to give Hex a very realistic looking Barbie as Wonder Woman.  Make sure she takes real good care of it."

"Wonder Woman, you say?  No...I'm not going to ask."

"You said she's in her bedroom?" Circe asked with a grin.

"Yes."

"I'll be back in a moment."

Circe went back to the laundry room and pulled the Wonder Woman doll from the shelf.  She opened up the top end, starting to take the doll out.  "What the...?" she muttered upon encountering all the wire and plastic strips securing the doll to its backing in the box.  "Do people try to steal these dolls from the boxes in the shops?  Hmm, at these prices..."  Not one noted for patience, the evil sorceress did away with all the restraints by way of a quick spell.  Then with the box in her left hand and the doll in her right, the witch headed toward Hex's bedroom via the kitchen.  Passing her Mom, she raised her right hand and said, "See how good this doll looks as of right now?  Wait and see when Hex comes back to show you."

Serena knew better than to ask anything as Circe kept right on going.

When Circe got to Hex's bedroom, she set the box down outside the door, then stuck her head into the doorway.  She saw the girl doing clothes changes on not only the two new Barbies but also on four others.  The fascinating thing was that some of the outfit changing was being done the usual way most young girls did, but mostly by wiggling her nose and using magic.  She grinned, wondering how much effort and time the young witch was wasting by imitating her Mom's and Aunt Samantha's nose wiggles.  "Looks like a quick change fashion show!" she said upon entering.  "I know the nose wiggling looks cute on your Mom and your aunt, but I'd suggest that you do it more like me and just enact your spells with a thought and don't give any physical signs that you're doing it."  Then the Wonder Woman doll got lifted up.  "This special one they did of Wonder Woman looks really good already, with a face that looks more like Barbie, but when I get back-"

"It'll look exactly like Wonder Woman!" Hex finished for her.

"Yes, because it will actually be Wonder Woman after I transform her.  I'm going to get her back for you to keep with your other Barbie dolls," Circe concluded.  "It would be best to put her in the box for safe keeping, but I guess you could do dress up games with her.  You'd have to be very careful handling her.  Just remember that she may look like and seem like a doll, but she'll really be the Amazon herself shrunk to this size and solidified."

"I'll take real good care of her for you, Aunt Circe!" Hex replied.

"Good, so I'll zap Wonder Woman as a doll back here for you...or maybe bring her back myself after I change into the full size Wonder Barbie," Circe said.  "I'll try to do that as quickly as I can."  With that, she blinked out of sight again.

This left an expectant Hex to get back to her Barbie fashion show, with thoughts and ideas related to what she'd just been told already coming to her more evil than Circe could have imagined mind.  'Just a mere single day April Fool's joke?  HAH!'

Circe stayed immaterial in the ethers to check on the Amazon's current location.  It couldn't have worked out very much better.  Back on the American East Coast where it was mid-afternoon, Wonder Woman was doing an investigation of a mansion in the Georgetown section of Washington, DC.  She was all by herself since none of the occupants were at home and none of the staff were on hand.  The doll was stood on the closed cover of the piano in the den, where the heroine couldn't help but find it.

'I'm bound to find something incriminating that can be used as evidence, even if we have to fake a search warrant,' Wonder Woman was thinking after leaping up to the balcony outside the second story.  For ease of entry she burst the locks and used the sliding glass doors of the bedroom.  As expected, the Amazon didn't spot anything obvious in the richly appointed boudoir.  She went out into the hallway and walked toward the den where the desks were expected to provide a treasure trove.  Before getting to the desks, however, she passed by the piano.

Diana was very surprised to see what looked like a twelve-inch high, miniature version of herself standing on the piano.  She picked it up with her right hand and placed it into the open palm of her left to cradle it for examination.  The quality was amazing, she noticed, with her own facial features blended with what looked like a very beautiful Barbie having the same black hair as herself.  The costume looked perfect, even if it was covering the ultimate in feminine figures with exaggerated features for which Barbie was so liked by young girls and so hated by feminists.  She grinned, thinking it was a good thing her own rather impressive breasts weren't the size of an exotic dancer's like Barbie and that the heels of her own costume boots had only four-inch heels and not what looked like what could be easily be five or maybe even six-inch spike heels on the doll.  The miniature didn't seem to weigh very much, so it was most likely some kind of Barbie doll and not a figurine of some kind.  "Now what are you doing here in Jason Barker's den?" Wonder Woman said softly, then touched the doll's lips with her right index finger as if to induce a reply.

The skin of her fingertip contacting that of the doll's face activated the spell Circe had placed upon it.  The Amazon froze in place, still fully aware, breathing and with her heart still beating, but unable to flex even the tiniest of her muscles.  "I put her there," Circe said as she materialized in front of Wonder Woman with a wicked grin on her face.  "It's a day early for you, but April Fools!  Right now you're just as unable to move as that special Barbie doll you're holding.  You're still seeing, hearing and thinking, but in just a moment you're going to get switched with that doll.  Then you'll sort of be in suspended animation as a perfectly accurate Wonder Woman doll.  I'll let you still have awareness in your twelve-inch form for a few moments to observe what occurs, then after that you'll truly become an inanimate doll."  The witch invoked her spell, and Wonder Woman suddenly felt as if she was being held.  Even worse, not only could she still not move, but Diana could tell she wasn't even breathing.

Circe grinned maliciously at the miniature heroine now being held by the so far still unmoving, full sized doll which looked like her.  "This is too good!  Since you're now a doll-size real Wonder Woman that can't move, I'm going to get into and become this full size Wonder Woman who looks like a Barbie doll, or as I call her, Wonder Barbie.  But since I want to be able to move, she'll have skin, muscle and bones, not her current plastic skin and joints."  The witch cast her spell, and the tiny Wonder Woman could feel the new warmth and flexibility of the hand holding her.  She also saw the way her holder's body morphed into a real woman with a face looking like that of the doll she'd picked up.  That had been step one of the spell.  Step two moved Circe, still in possession of and with full control of her arcane powers, into the voluptuous, curvy and svelte muscle bound body in need of a soul to animate it.  The miniature now saw only the bigger and more sexy Barbie version of her in the den.

Wonder Barbie placed the ultra realistic doll on the piano cover in the same position and pose as her body had been in before the switch.  It was while doing so that its occupant became fully aware of not only the incredible physical strength and super powers transferred into her body, but also of its much more than usual for the Amazon feminine traits.  In surprise, since Circe hadn't paid any attention to the normal for Barbie exaggerated female form of the dolls, she reached up with her hands to cup and heft the massive breasts on her red and gold enshrouded chest.  "Oh my," she said in a voice much like the original heroine's but altered to reflect her status as a for real Barbie, "I have tits a lot bigger than even yours were, maybe even on a par with or bigger than Power Girl's!"  She thought for a second or two while still lifting her endowments, then added, "No, Power Girl doesn't even compare!  Mine are way bigger than even hers!"

Her now being a real, almost bimbo minded Barbie doll had also affected the way Circe inside had referred to what she'd thought she'd call her breasts.  In effect, the sorceress had taken the form of a simple minded Wonder Woman bimbo, which had already even started to affect the way she was thinking...still evil as can be, but much more simply.  With her tits as a clue, she moved her hands down and spread her fingers around her incredibly tiny waist and at the same time made note of the extreme arch of her feet since her costume boots had very high, incredibly great looking Barbie style five-inch stiletto heels.  She just knew those heels were making her awesomely shaped legs look even more curvy and sensuous.  Looking down at the doll on the piano with gleeful disdain, she gloated, "Oh yes!  I'm way so much more sexy than you ever were!"

That was the last thing the original Amazon saw and heard.  Now she truly was a lifeless and posable, twelve-inch high doll.

Wonder Barbie grabbed the doll, invoked a quick spell to fix the bedroom doors and their locks so there'd be no trace of her predecessor's breaking into the place, then disappeared.

Hex was in the process of doing the hands on, slow version of dressing one of her blonde Barbie dolls in the witch outfit Mattel had put her in but magically altered to look much more wicked and sinfully sexy.  Its black dress was deeply cut in front to expose a lot of cleavage and was short enough to almost let the black G-string panty over its crotch be seen.  Replacing the original's knee high black boots were over the knee ones with very wide, turned down cuffs.  They even had heels made higher and more sexy than any other shoes or boots ever placed over a Barbie doll's feet.  Suddenly the Wonder Woman Barbie doll her aunt Circe had taken with her but now very much alive and full size appeared in front of her, holding the original Wonder Woman now as a doll.  With a big grin she said, "Like, here's the way more real looking Wonder Woman Barbie doll for you.  Of course, now it's me who is the real Wonder Woman, or as I think of myself, Wonder Barbie!  I can't believe how sexy and powerful I am now in this Barbie version of her body!"

'Seems like Circe has been altered not only by Barbie's body, but also her mind,' Hex noted.  'She's speaking like a bimbo and is even obsessed with the exaggerated Barbie style, exaggerated female body she has now.  A mere April Fool's joke on the Amazon?  I don't think so...'  This fit into her plot even better than the evil young witch could have hoped.  "Here, let me put the doll in her box."  Wonder Barbie handed it to her.  Hex was pleased to find that the doll's arms and legs could be positioned for placement even without any apparent joints.  But being totally accurate, the heels on her boots looked really lame compared to what had been on the Barbie version of her and now were being worn by Wonder Barbie.  'I'm betting Circe has made it so that as a doll, you're no longer thinking or aware.  How can you get the joke if you're just an inanimate doll, though?'  She did a quick spell to put the doll's feet into the same arch as the witch she'd just been dressing and in addition make the doll a thinking and aware one.  Thus, the miniature version of Diana felt her feet being in boots having six-inch heels while being immobile inside the Barbie doll box, a victim of Circe's day early April Fool's joke.  Hex closed the box while saying, "Wait here for just a moment while I go show this to my Mom."

"I told her you'd bring it to show her after I got back," Wonder Barbie said.

"This shouldn't take long, so just look around at some of the various little versions of you," Hex said, going out the door, which she closed behind herself.  Wonder Barbie figured she was doing so to make it less obvious that she was in the room.

While as Circe the thought of wasting time by checking out Barbie dolls would have seemed ludicrous, now as Wonder Barbie she found a deep desire to look around at all her little sisters.  That one Hex had been dressing up as a witch looked really evil besides being as sexy as herself or even more so.  A few of the others were also beckoning her attention, so she shared the love.

In the kitchen, Serena took note of Hex coming in with the Wonder Woman box in her hand.  "Lunch will be ready in about another ten minutes, dear."

"I'll watch the time," Hex replied, "but that isn't why I came.  Take a look at how much more like Wonder Woman this doll looks now compared to before."  She held it up with the front showing for her mother.

"Circe had shown that to me briefly before she left, saying it would look a lot more real later.  More real doesn't cover it," Serena said, "that doll looks so good it could almost be a shrunk down version of Wonder Woman."

Hex smiled.  'Correct!' she noted, then said, "I couldn't begin to figure out how Aunt Circe got it looking so much better.  I'll go put this one away with my other Barbies, and then wash up just before coming out for lunch."

"Okay, see you then," her Mom replied.

Approaching her bedroom, Hex used her magic to alter herself to look just the same as her erotically sexy and immorally wicked looking Barbie witch.  This was by no means the first time the youngster had changed herself to seem ten or more years older with a body to match, and with the endowments of a Barbie doll this time she felt even more amoral.  It was this past experience in being an older and very shapely woman which had expanded the young girl's fiendish mind so much more than would have been expected.  The dark side of her personality had also grown immensely thanks to her exposure while using the voluptuous bodies into which she'd morphed as a promiscuous prostitute to start and continuing most often, but also as a demanding and vicious dominatrix a few times and even a super villainess one time.  Serena and Circe had no idea Hex had been doing all of this for a number of years.  The wicked witch looked at the doll she was holding and did a spell to make her plastic body even more flexible and moldable, then did another spell.  The incredible magic imbued in Wonder Barbie's body left it and entered hers, along with nearly all the higher mental powers still present in the bimbo heroine's mind.  Now she knew for certain that her own magic was infinitely more powerful than her mother's, her Aunt Samantha's, or that of any other witch on the face of the Earth.  It was time to finish her plan.

Wonder Barbie turned to look when she heard the door handle start to turn, and a shock came when instead of Hex she saw a full size version of her little sister as a wicked witch.  Her long, nearly waist length blonde hair actually seemed to enhance her evil look even more than the young girl's black hair would have.  Were those heels on her boots even higher than the ones on her own?  "Hex, is that you?" she asked incredulously.

"In a way, maybe," the wicked witch stated in a much different, sexy and wicked sounding voice.  "But never more will I be the little girl answering to the name of Hexata.  Right now my name is not even something I'd considered, but in a moment or two it will be Circe."  Upon saying that, she made it so that Wonder Barbie could speak, but not otherwise move a muscle.

Wonder Barbie wanted to hurl herself at the witch, but found herself to be immobilized almost the same way as Diana had become before the transfer.  Then she tried to use her magic on the witch, but found nothing to be happening.  It also seemed kind of hard for her to think of what might be happening, but at least she managed to say, "What?!  Circe is my name!"

"Not anymore it isn't!" the witch told her.  "You're so happy to be the bimbo minded Wonder Barbie with such an over endowed and sexy body, and somebody needs to be Circe, one of the most evil minded sorceresses on the face of the earth.  After all, you're only the first of ten Justice League members and their partners who will all be turned into living Barbie versions of themselves...though not as just some lame April Fool's joke like you'd planned, but for the rest of their lives if I can help it.  So from right now, you can stop thinking you might have once been Circe."  Another spell put a block in the immobilized woman's mind, and the insertion of what in effect was a duplicate of the shrunken heroine's mind.  Wonder Barbie now knew her name was Princess Diana, and that somehow she had been turned into a Barbie clone with costume boots having five-inch heels by Circe.  The witch undid her paralysis and did a transference spell to place her in a condo not far from the one she lived in as Diana Prince, where she could hide until a way could be found to undo her doll looks or some of the others who got changed were to find her.  Accompanying her was a replacement of the high quality Wonder Woman Barbie doll so she'd have her twelve-inch twin like all the other Justice Leaguers.

Next the witch stood one of the Barbie dolls on the floor and did a spell to turn it into a real young girl who had the name of Hexata.  The newly created girl took one look at the witch standing before her and said, "Are you one of my relatives I didn't know about before?  You look a lot like one of my Barbie dolls."

"No, I just dropped by to make a quick visit.  I made myself look like your doll just so you'd have some familiarity.  I'll be leaving now, and you'd better be a good little girl and get yourself washed up and into the kitchen for your lunch."

"Okay, bye!"  She flew out the door and toward the bathroom to wash up.

The next spell cast by the witch altered her to become the new Circe, and no blouse and jeans were to be seen on her frame.  Instead, the flowing robes worn inside her lair were seen.  Because of the deep desire to wear ultra high heels developed during all the time she'd magically spent as an adult female, the sandals on her feet weren't flat like those worn by the original sorceress but were adorned with six-inch heels.  She flipped her long purple hair back, and shifted herself to the bed in her lair.  There were dolls to start delivering...

Thanks to the more or less complete mind of Circe which had been stolen from her along with all her arcane powers, the new Circe who used to be Hexata knew all about the more detailed original plans to alter the Justice League members beyond what she'd been told after the dolls were obtained.  Her combined witch powers made her incredibly more potent than the original Circe, and seeing al the magically altered Barbies placed on the floor around her bed tempted the wicked super villainess.  With but a thought she could change each of the League members right then and there, but she still felt playful enough to go by the original plan...to a degree.

While every other Justice League member would become changed instantly upon first picking up and handling their doll, Superman's alteration would be a bit more drawn out with his doll not even visible right away.  The dolls for the Dynamic Duo would change them with just being seen, since there was a good chance Superman would tell his best friend about the doll he'd found and finding something similar for Batman and Robin would make them suspicious.  For all the other Leaguers, finding a Barbie would be as original and fascinating as it would be for the Man of Steel.  While each of the now costumed Barbie dolls surrounding Circe and just waiting to be given to their victims looked great as her predecessor had made them (or Mattel in Black Canary's case), to make them look even sexier and provide even more stunning changes, the boots on each doll including the one on display in Diana Prince's hiding condo were given the equivalents of full sized six-inch heels.  Wonder Barbie's boots also got changed, which Circe knew both surprised and pleased the changed Amazon as she stood by wondering what would come next.  In addition, no longer would there be just four Barbies that would change to villainesses later on.  Each and every one would do so, all at the same time.

One major thing was going to change, also.  Now that the new Circe knew it was Lois Lane who was married to Superman, a lot more was going to happen to and depend upon her than originally planned.  There was one spell she decided to do right away, and now no matter what other plans any of the Justice League members other than Superman and Wonder Woman, in addition to both members of the Dynamic Duo, may have had for Saturday in the early afternoon, now all would be in their respective homes.

A quick check on Wonder Barbie showed that she was doing just as planned and predicted, hiding her very much changed form from everybody by staying inside her safe house condo with the doors locked.  As if the doors of any domicile in the Washington, DC area could be left unlocked at any time anyway.  The box holding the doll from which she'd been transformed was on the dresser in her bedroom.  A shift to Metropolis showed that both Superman as Clark Kent and his wife Lois Lane were still hard at it at their desks inside the Daily Planet.  Circe's power was strong enough that she could easily jump forward in time to when the pair would be at home asleep, but she decided, 'Why hurry, I'll just let the time pass.'

But pass the time idly?  By no means.  Based upon her own times in the past spent as voluptuous and sex craving prostitutes, the new Circe decided to let this newest real live Barbie clone share the experience.  When the original Circe who now knew she was Wonder Barbie had been placed in that condo, it contained just minimal furnishings appropriate for short stays.  Instantly, it became much more nicely fitted out with plush carpeting, a well stocked kitchen, exquisite furniture throughout, a very full closet in the bedroom along with leather, fur and latex outer wear in the coat closet near the door.  A black purse with a short, thin shoulder strap appeared on the end table next to the beige leather sofa in the living room where the ex-sorceress who now knew she was the altered super heroine Amazon was standing.  Since Wonder Barbie had been so enthused with her exaggerated sexuality, she could now go a lot further.  All she'd need to do was open up her purse and see the ID in her wallet.  No longer would the changed Amazon think of where she was as a safe house; it would become the place where her alternate secret identity lived.

Due to the way in which Circe did the spell, Wonder Barbie took no notice of the major change in the abode in which she was standing, and she was still glad that Circe had made her feet rise into an even higher arch a few moments ago.  The only thing that seemed out of place was the purse she spotted on her end table.  Puzzled as to whom it could belong, she walked over and opened it up to find a can of pepper spray, a good number of feminine diaphragms, a seemingly huge number of rolled up condoms and a wallet.  'Pretty obviously, this purse belongs to a very active prostitute.  But how did it get in here, and who could it belong to?' she mused upon seeing what seemed to be the supplies of a wanton whore.

The first thing the changed heroine noticed upon opening the wallet to check for IDs were a number of credit cards, all having the name of Diana King on them.  So to find out where the despicable whore with that name lived, she looked inside the inner portion for a driver's license or other form of identification.  Oddly, the address on the license was the very same address of her safe house.  Then a close look at the photo which showed a woman who looked ultra sexy with blonde hair sprang the wicked witch's spell, and with a knowing smile Wonder Barbie put away her license.  Or rather, the license of her much more morally corrupt and law breaking alter ego.  It was time to change from being a law abiding super heroine called Wonder Woman, now Wonder Barbie for the time being, to her shamelessly sinful, wanton whore identity of Diana King.

The Amazon was really glad she'd been able to hide this side of her life from all her Justice League teammates and her superiors in the intelligence agency so far.  She could have just changed instantly from super heroine to street ready tramp by a spin as had been done many times in the past, but the woman now so enthused by her newly given incredible sexuality wanted to get the thrill of getting into her cock teasing attire the slow way, putting it on piece by piece, since there was no hurry.  She did do a spin to get out of her heroic red, white, blue and gold costume, then the nude and eager to change gorgeous brunette raced into her bedroom to open up her closet, the key to her more or less criminal lifestyle.  Right away she put all her long black hair up on top of her head under a wig cap, then pulled on her waist length, golden blonde, straight and wavy wig.  Back out on the bedroom floor she did another spin, and after the burst of light faded the owner of the real blonde hair framing the very different, sexy and alluring face from the driver's license and having an even sexier than Barbie body was standing there.  Her face was even already adorned with its body for sale advertising makeup.  She didn't want the doll left out to show any possible connection between herself and Wonder Woman, so it was placed in her lingerie drawer underneath a lot of panties.

From the rack in the closet, Diana King pulled out her cleavage baring, sleeveless lilac vinyl vest and put it on.  Next on was her not much more than a band of white leather ultra short skirt.  All of her beautifully tanned torso from just below her huge tits to the top of her hips was visible, as were her incredible legs from just below her almost exposed crotch.  Then to finish she slipped her feet into the rounded toe, darker purple whore shoes that had one-inch platforms and seven-inch fuck me heels.  She quickly laced up the long straps which wound up over her shapely calves to tie up just below her knees.  Her black purse with its short shoulder strap went well with almost all of her outfits, and back out in the living room she placed it over her left shoulder.  Then the hot to get into action whore left her own personal place to go check in at the hotel on the strip where her pimp managed all his girls.

Circe grinned.  Now, since there was still so much time before she could take Superman his own personal Barbie doll, she figured making a visit to Diana King and the other ladies of the night in downtown Washington, DC could give her a new experience as a promiscuous slut in a different city on a different coast.  Once again in the form of an ultra sexy, real live Barbie doll and dressed accordingly, she zapped herself to that same hotel.  Both Diana King and Felicity Franks were accepted by all the other girls getting ready for work, and did a lot of threesomes besides the more usual pairings to fill the night with steamy debauchery.

After she spent a good portion of the night in Washington, DC turning tricks along with Diana King and a lot of other hookers, Circe zapped back to her opulent lair in the ethers and then changed back from her Barbie clone form to her normal, purple haired sorceress body.  With Metropolis being in the same time zone as DC, she figured the pair in the Kent household would be fast asleep unless some emergency had come up to call Superman away.  A quick look into their bedroom showed both to be sleeping soundly, bringing a wide grin to the witch's face.  She picked up the Barbie Superbabe box and did a transference spell to appear an instant later in Lois and Clark's dining room.  She could feel the spell her predecessor had placed on the doll, and added even more to it.  Now it would not only bring an even quicker change to the Man of Steel, but also influence his dearly beloved wife.  But whereas her predecessor's spell was also set to change the superhero all on its own, the revision she just did would allow her to monitor the spell and control when the changes would take place to both Superman and Lois Lane.  A quick spell put the doll box inside plain, brown paper wrapping so it wouldn't be obvious.  She did another zap to go back to her lair, and took a short nap so that come dawn in Metropolis she'd be able to watch as the fun started.

After a rare good night's sleep that wasn't interrupted by any local, interplanetary or intergalactic emergencies, the Last Son of Krypton awoke a few minutes before his wife.  It was Saturday and neither were required to go in and join with the others pulling weekend duty at the Daily Planet, so no alarms had been set the night before.  He floated up out of the bed to try and let Lois continue her slumber, then made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.  Jeans and a long sleeved grey sweatshirt were put on just as his wife came back from the arms of Morpheus.  "Good morning, dear," he said as she rubbed her eyes.  "Take your time in the bathtub, I'm going to watch the news until I hear you getting dressed.  Then I'll go get breakfast started for us."

"Yawwnnnn...Mornin'," she said, still sounding sleepy.  "It may take me a while to get my motors running, so don't expect to head for the kitchen any time soon.  So far nothing is planned for today, right?"

Clark grinned.  "Nope, but then you never know what might be showing up on the news."

Lois hopped out of the bed, went over to give her super husband a quick kiss, then headed for the bathroom.  "In that case, just watch the cartoons and skip the news," she mentioned before going in.  "I want to keep you all for myself today."

"Don't I wish," Clark replied.  "Even if the cartoons were on, I'd probably still hear whatever was coming up.  Have a good soak, I'll see you in a little bit.  Good thing we're here at home and not at the Planet today, I can just imagine the April Fool's pranks being pulled by Steve, Jimmy, Cat and Rao knows how many others."

"If I was there, you'd have to know I'd be joining in the fun!" Lois told him before shutting the bathroom door.

As he'd been told to expect, Clark had been catching up on news from around the world for a good while before noticing the familiar sounds of Lois drying off and then getting dressed.  He shut off the TV and went directly from the living room to the kitchen, so missing an early glimpse of Circe's gift.  As he started on doing a couple of western omelets, his wife was getting into her own Saturday casual attire, light grey slacks and a yellow, scoop necked T-shirt which showed off the tops of her bigger than average breasts.  She walked into the dining room as her super husband was placing the two steaming, omelet holding plates on the table.

From the center of the table Clark then picked up the fourteen by five by two inch box he'd noticed right away when stepping into the dining room with his hands full.  The wrapping gave no hint of what was inside, and it didn't weigh very much.  "What's this?" he asked Lois as she was taking her seat.

"No idea," she answered, "I thought it was something of yours."

Turning away from his wife to get her out of the line of fire, the Man of Steel trained his X-ray vision on the small parcel.  Nothing at all metallic, and the plastic shape got him wondering.  "Now, that's odd."

Lois grinned.  "So what did you see that seems odd?"

"Let's eat first," he said, "before I have to use a burst of heat vision on these omelets."

After she'd swallowed her first mouthful, Lois said, "Excellent as usual on the omelet, and I presume whatever you saw didn't call for any alarm."

Clark finished chewing his own first mouthful, then told her, "Well, what is alarming, if not the contents of this box, is the very important matter of somebody knowing who I am and where I live and being able to get into our place and leaving this without any trace of having been here.  Had to figure we'd be immune from April Fool's jokes here at home, but now I have to wonder.  I didn't see anybody in the vicinity when I did a quick look around after checking the box, so I figured the puzzle could be worked on after eating."  He put another fork load of omelet into his mouth.

Lois had been chewing while Clark spoke, and after she swallowed said, "I guess if you can wait, I can also."  She took a sip of orange juice.

They were both finished a few moments later, and while Clark started tearing away the brown paper he said, "Taking the dishes to the sink can wait.  Get a load of this."  He held up the box to show Lois, initiating the spell upon each of them.

What she saw was a light blue Barbie Collectibles box holding a blonde Barbie dressed in an exceedingly feminine version of what her husband wore as Superman with the logo saying Superwoman in an arc across the top above the clear plastic enclosing the doll.  Lois reached up and took the box from his hand, then more closely examined the doll and its enclosure.  She shook her head, saying, "Is this someone's idea of a really weird April Fool's joke?"

Clark smirked.  "So I presume this isn't yours?"

"I'm a little too old to be playing with Barbies," she replied.  "I remember seeing that special Wonder Woman Barbie that came out recently, though.  I wonder if this is another special they're doing to add to those others like Black Canary, Batgirl and Supergirl which somehow got placed on our table?"

"Yeah, I remember seeing that one of Wonder Woman, too," Clark said, "but not any of those other ones.  I presume if Diana has seen how good a job they did making Barbie look like her that she must be very pleased.  But then, this is something completely different.  Doing up Barbie as Diana or my cousin Kara seems logical; why do her up as me?  And no matter what, how did this doll get in here?"

"I don't know, dear," Lois said with a grin.  "She does look sleek in that form fitting blue though, with not much more than a red G-string where you have your shorts.  Those over the knee red high heeled boots she's wearing look a lot better than the usual shoes and boots they put Barbie in, also."

"Hmmppphhh.  I thought you said you didn't play around with Barbies?"

Lois looked playful as she said, "I don't!  But it's hard to miss them in the toy stores and all the ads for them in the paper.  It's kinda hard NOT to be familiar with Barbie!"

He smiled.  "If one pays any attention to those ads and goes through the toys section of regular stores or the dolls aisles of the toys only stores, I suppose.  Stay put.  I want to do a quick fly around," Clark told her.  "Granted, I didn't see anyone earlier, but whoever put that here might still be around."

Clark did his typical ultra quick change from regular clothes to costume and burst out the window in a streak of red and blue.  Lois, feeling a little nervous at the thought that someone had come into their home in addition to getting a nudge from Circe, opened the box and removed the doll after undoing all the restraining plastic strips.  'It's the typical Barbie,' she noted with distaste, 'the way overdeveloped chest, too tiny to be true waist and too good to be true curvy body.  If she was real, she'd be a real bimbo with that permanently empty smile.  The Superwoman costume must have been specially made; it hugs her curves flawlessly.'  Checking the box, she found no note, no hint.  'If some clever person got this into our place as an April Fool's joke, they could've at least left some idea of who pulled the prank.'

Out of its box now, the Barbie Superbabe's spell was more deeply affecting Lois, but as soon as the Man of Steel came back and got exposed to it, he'd be affected also...much more extensively than his wife.

Clark flew back into the room a few minutes later and immediately threw his Saturday clothes back on, noticing that Lois had opened the box and taken the doll out.  "Any clues inside?"

"Not a thing," she replied.  "No note.  No anything."

"I'll put it back in its box and take it by the Bat Cave later," he told her.  "It's a long shot, but maybe there are some fingerprints or other clues."

"Is it really that serious?" his wife asked.

"Someone knows I'm Superman, and someone can get into and out of our home without being detected," Clark stated.  "I'd call that serious."

Lois nodded.  "You're right.  If this has been some kind of April Fool's joke, the prankster almost had to be super powered or magical."

The two collected their breakfast dishes and washed them in silence, thinking about what might happen next, then got started on their usual Saturday chores.  Lois got going with the laundry while Clark dusted and vacuumed.

Clark took off for Gotham City right after they did lunch and Lois left to do her grocery shopping.

After being bored for most of the morning while waiting for Lois and Clark to finish their weekend morning chores, Circe was glad things were finally starting to happen now.  She presumed Superman would be with Batman for a good while as the Dark Knight would be doing his fruitless search for evidence on the doll and its box, and if not as long as needed, she could easily manipulate time to take care of the other JLA members.  This was the point at which to get to work on the superhero's wife, for which time would definitely be manipulated.

Just moments after departing for her shopping trip, Lois got an idea in her head planted there by Circe but imagined to be all her own.  Instead of going directly to the grocery store, she needed to make a stop first along the way at Demonique's.  It would take about twenty or twenty-five minutes to get there, but she knew it would be worth it.  There was only one good and surefire way to learn how to be a mean and nasty dominatrix, and she was looking forward to being put into severely extreme bondage and discipline.  She grinned wryly while sliding her car into a parking spot along the back side of the small building disguised with a sign out front proclaiming it to be the location of InfoMage.  It was common knowledge to her now that the small business above ground level and the hidden majority of the facility devoted to the arts of domination, bondage and discipline was extensive and below ground level, even though until minutes before the whole thing had been a vacant lot.

After being allowed in through the back door, Lois was met at the check in desk disguised as another cyber work station by Circe in the form of a cute and short young blonde dressed from the neck down in shimmering black latex.  Lois could only guess at the heels on her thigh high black boots since they were hidden by the desk.  "Good afternoon, Miss Lane," she said with a smile.  "We don't normally open for business until seven in the evening, as I'm sure you know, but we got that special request you made to be given a thorough, personal introduction to domination.  So I'll take you downstairs and lock you up for the arrival of Mistress Trina."

"I can't thank you enough for giving me this special introduction," Lois told her.  "Should I bring my purse down with me, or do you have a place for me to put it away up here?"

"Right here inside the desk, please," her hostess replied.  Lois handed it to her, and as the bag was being placed into the drawer, a number of changes and additions were done to its contents by the sorceress.  "Now you're all set, follow me."  The blonde stepped out from behind the desk, giving Lois an excellent view of the ultra sexy ballet toe heels on her boots.  The gorgeous brunette followed her eagerly to a door which opened to reveal a hallway with a set of elevator doors in it.  Lois followed her in, then waited after the down button got pressed.  The duo entered and started descending.  The elevator door opened after going down two levels, revealing to Lois a larger than a basketball court sized room filled with every possible type of bondage and discipline equipment.

The young blonde led Lois to a heavy steel X-frame, where she said, "Go ahead and strip, you can place your clothes, shoes and underwear on that shelf to the left."  Because of the manipulation done to her mind, Lois was so eager to get started she got buck naked almost as fast as her husband was known to do.  Her excitement was betrayed by the hard and expanded nipples on her large and almost perfectly shaped breasts.  The brunette stood in front of the X-frame, then spread her legs so that her feet were adjacent to each of the base legs.  Her hostess stooped in front of each ankle to cuff and lock it in place.  Lois then lifted and spread her arms to place her wrists in front of the top points of the frame, making her large and perky breasts stand out from her chest and seem even larger.  The witch was very tempted to inflate those breasts by couple of cup sizes, but decided to leave well enough alone for the time being and just cuffed and locked each of her guest's wrists to the frame.

With Lois now unable to stop her even if she wanted to, the blonde secured a huge red ball gag around her head, filling her wide open mouth.  Next she attached a pair of nipple clamps connected by a fifteen-inch chain to those expanded targets.  "I've got you all set now, and Mistress Trina should be ready and waiting.  I know you'll have a very enlightening experience with her, and I wish I could stay down here and watch.  I'll see you again on your way out to give you your purse."  She went back out via that same elevator door, leaving Lois all alone, bound and gagged and absolutely loving the stimulating pain she was enduring.

When the elevator door opened again at ground level, the black clad blonde was nowhere to be seen.  Circe had altered herself again to be taller, much more voluptuous with long black hair and a face having Mediterranean features.  That face was hidden from view, though.  A sleeveless and gleaming black latex leotard with very high cut legs covered her torso, shoulder length black vinyl gloves with Catwoman style claws concealed her hands and arms, thigh high black vinyl boots laced up the back with six-inch spike heels adorned her legs and a shiny black, head covering mask with sexy eyes holes, nostril openings, molded bright red rubber lips over own providing an open mouth and a tube atop her head through which streamed her long black hair covered her head and neck.  Mistress Trina had a long bull whip in her left hand and proceeded to enter the other elevator and when downstairs walked to the other, far end of the bondage and disciple palace soon to be owned and run with wicked pleasure by a new dominatrix named Mistress Demonique.

The bound brunette heard a pair of heels clicking on the floor and looked over to see Mistress Trina coming toward her from a door far down from where she was locked up.  When she arrived, Lois heard her trainer say, "You look so inviting all trussed up on that X-frame, but there is so much more for you to experience."  The dominatrix lifted the chain hanging in front of the bound beauty's chest, then pulled on it to give her an even deeper feeling of sexually gratifying pain.  "There is oh so much that can be done to either a man or woman locked to an X-frame, such as play with them using a whip," she held up her bullwhip, "severely or lightly, or using a crop or paddle to any degree of pain desired.  It's very important to remember that the given rule in bondage and discipline is to only give the dominated victim the amount of pain and cruelty they are desiring.  But outside of normal business, of course, domination can used for inflicting whatever degree of intense pain or body impairing injury to which you wish to subject your victim.  I don't think it's necessary to show you what a whip can do to an immovable victim such as you are right now."

While her nipple clamps and ball gag were left in place, Lois found first her wrists and then her ankles to be set free.  Mistress Trina pushed her down onto the floor face down, then pulled both of her arms together behind her back and cuffed them together.  She felt her legs being cuffed again, this time tightly together.  Then the dominatrix went over to the wall where the victim's clothes were stored and pulled open a drawer.  She made a show of inspecting the brunette's sneakers for the shoe size as if she didn't already know, then from the drawer extracted a pair of glossy black shoes with pointed toes, three thin locking straps and six-inch stiletto heels.  Lois felt her feet being forced into the severe arch of the shoes appropriate for either a dominatrix or victim, then the straps being secured around her ankles just below the cuffs.  Following this the pair of heels were grabbed by the dominatrix and pulled up and forward to meet her lifted arms.  A rope got threaded between the locks of the cuffs and then tied, leaving the adamantly willing victim in a hogtie bondage.

"This is another favorite for bondage enthusiasts," Mistress Trina told her.  Then Lois was freed from that bondage and taken through every other form and example of the art of domination held inside the huge room.

Lois was subjected to every known form of female domination, bondage and discipline along with a few outstanding new variations Circe as Mistress Trina dreamed up.  While Circe knew she could have merely given Lois all this knowledge and skill by a magic spell, she herself wanted to enjoy and share in the session that took almost six hours to complete.  A spell did get used to solidify the knowledge of her single, intense experience in the trainee's mind since normally a new dominatrix took a number of months of good training to become truly effective.  After playing with time, the clock on the wall showed almost exactly an hour after the beautiful brunette had started, her mind now enlightened to think it was correct.

Now with her feet finally flat on the floor again after being in shoes and boots with between five-inch minimum and ballet toe maximum length heels, her nipples free and the gag removed from her head and mouth, Lois Lane was led to a cabinet along the wall where her clothes still waited.  From it, Mistress Trina pulled out what looked like a headless blow up doll with exotic dancer sized tits to her subject.  "Here, take this and slide your body into it," the dominatrix ordered.  After the past hour's experiences, Lois knew better than to refuse or even ask questions.  She sat on the available bench and placed her feet and legs inside the stretchy vinyl.  She worked at getting it smoothed over her legs just like with pantyhose, then worked at pulling the body up over her torso.  Her own tits filled the molded gaps inside the suit's monsters, then her hands and arms went inside the plastic ones.  Her fingers met and joined with the imposing claws at the suit's fingertips.

While she'd been busy, Mistress Trina pulled out a wig cap and a head covering female face mask which could have been the top for the blow up doll but looked way too good and realistic to have been snipped off; it did have exactly matching skin color with vaguely Mediterranean looking features.  "Now secure your hair and then cover your head, just like you did your body," was said as the cap and mask were handed to Lois.  All that black hair got piled up and the wig cap pulled down over it.  Then while Lois was stretching out the neck of the mask to open it over her forehead and then down over her face and head, the dominatrix pulled out a luxuriant looking, nearly waist length black wig.  After Lois settled her eyes, nose and ears into place and smoothed out the join between the mask and body suit around her neck, she found the wig being handed to her.  With anticipation, it was put into place atop her head.

Mistress Trina led the vinyl skinned doll over to a vertical mirror on the wall next to the elevator door.  "This is yet another fascinating and favorite game to be played between a domina and her victim...um, subject," she said.  "Loss of identity and subsequent role playing turns on so many customers in that side of the business, and becomes even more intriguing when the situation calls for drastic measures outside of normal business."

Inside the shell, Lois looked at the new woman she seemed to be without knowing she was identical to the dominatrix whose features were hidden under her black cowl and mask.  The skin's color was good, but its readily apparent vinyl sheen was about the only detractor from seeing herself as a very sexy and huge chested female with a totally different, alluringly sexy face.  She could easily understand how this could be used for either fun and games in normal business or more nefariously intended real world serious activity.  She smiled, and reached up to tweak her unfeeling new nipples with the claws at her fingertips.

Mistress Trina was standing behind her in the reflection, and to the surprise of the concealed Lois, the dominatrix's image blurred and was replaced by that of the purple haired Circe in a wide open necked green catsuit with darker green gloves and high heeled boots.  "I hope you had as much fun for the past six hours as I have," the witch stated.  "As you now know, I've taken us both back in time so it's now as if you've only been here for an hour and can get on with your shopping now.  This bondage palace we've used is a brand new construct I did right after you got into your car to get going.  The information business acting as a cover upstairs is where you can say there's a new, night time job you're going to work most evenings.  In actuality, you'd only be working upstairs long enough to have your face seen so it's known you're there.  Your other face is going to be seen or not seen as you desire down here."

Circe did the spell she'd been waiting for, and the latex shell and wig enclosing Lois Lane evaporated.  In their place was the gloriously tanned skin, now even more beautiful and alluringly sexy looking face and long black hair of the new woman who took her place.  "This is you as very few will ever see you," Circe said.  Another spell put the blonde receptionist's catsuit and ballet toed boots on her body and Mistress Trina's head covering mask and cowl over her head, with her long black hair streaming up and then down out of the tube, along with her shoulder length gloves but with sharp talons to accommodate the claws on her fingertips.  "This is how you will be seen as the owner of this bondage and discipline palace that bears your name as its founder."

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart and black as sin soul," Mistress Demonique replied with a voice very much like that which had belonged to Mistress Trina as this time she felt very well the way her claws pinched the huge nipples standing out on her massive, shiny black sheathed tits.  "This is going to be oh so much fun to do, both for regular business...and most especially for outside of business illegal activity.  Now then, it's time for me to dissolve so that Lois Lane can get back to doing her grocery shopping and get back to play around with my husband who's got that doll you gave us."  At her wish, the image of Mistress Demonique dissolved and was replaced by that of Lois, fully dressed in the clothing she'd removed earlier.  Circe had given her accomplice a small portion of her magnificent powers, along with a lot of knowledge of what was going on.

This time, it was Lois who led Circe to the elevator of what was now her own business enterprise.  Just for grins, Circe reverted to her blonde receptionist form to get the purse out of the drawer for Lois.  "You're going to find some big differences in this thing's contents," she said as it was handed to the brunette, "but don't look now, wait until you get either to the store or at home."

"Thanks again, and I wonder if the doll you gave us as a really wicked April Fool's joke that will last forever has affected Clark yet?"

"I just did the activation of his change," Circe said with a smile after morphing back into her true form.  "You'll find the results when you get home, and there are a couple more boxes to be opened that I just placed on the back seat of your car.  Farewell, for now."  The witch blinked out of sight, and Lois did reach into her purse for the set of keys with which to lock up her new and much more fascinating additional place to work.  She went out the back door, securing the door behind her.  Grocery shopping was going to be much more interesting now that there was so much to think about...

* * *

Without knowing that Circe's magic was working its nefarious sorcery on him even more by clutching the doll in his hand during the quick flight southbound as the witch waited for just the right moment, the Last Son of Krypton brought the doll into the Bat Cave.  He assured the Dark Knight that even though the doll and its box looked just like other available Barbie dolls generally available, it was highly unlikely to have come from any store because of its distinctive costume with, as Lois had told him, heels higher than usual.  Batman did an analysis that took nearly an hour and a half, but found nothing.  "Someone took special care to make sure this thing was totally clean," he told his friend.  "There's not a trace of dust on it, let alone any kind of print or even some perspiration residue other than what you and Lois contributed.  The cloth in this Superwoman costume seems to have come from the same factory in China as most Barbie clothes, and the box bears all the evidence of coming from the facility that makes all the Barbie boxes, probably also in China.  This doll looks just as if it had moments before come home from the toy store.  Nothing to go on here."

"Thanks for trying," the other half of the World's Finest replied.

"Is it something serious?" Bruce asked, putting the Barbie back in its box and handing it to the Man of Steel.

"I found it on top of the dining room table all wrapped up in plain brown paper in my home this morning," Superman told him, "and I don't know how it got there.  If this is some kind of April Fool's joke, it seems pointless since whoever did it left no way to claim responsibility."

"Well, be careful, and let me know if there's anything more I can do," the Dark Knight said.

"Right."

As he zoomed away from the Bat Cave just outside of Gotham City to head back to Metropolis, Superman thought about what the doll could mean and who might have put it there.  It was someone who knew his secret identity, someone with the means and the ability to get in and out without being detected...and for a joke?  It didn't seem to make any sense.  But who?  And why?  The who remained a mystery, but the sorceress who was the answer knew the time was now precisely correct, especially since her up close and personal with the now much differently thinking and sometimes looking Lois had just finished.  The answer to why became shockingly clear moments later as he was about two-thirds of the way back.  Flying with the doll box tucked under his left arm, the Man of Steel instantaneously became the stunningly gorgeous, blonde haired Babe of Steel...or more accurately, the Barbie of Steel.  She was a full size, exact copy of the doll and clad in precisely the same costume.

With conflicting thoughts at war within her head, one result being no more thinking of herself as Superwoman like on the box, Barbie Superbabe came to a halt and hovered above the nearest cloud bank.  She wanted to get a good look at herself without giving anyone on the ground below the opportunity to share in the view.  A quick glance down at her sides (seeing anything to her front was impossible due to her absolutely huge chest) confirmed the supposition made by the part of her that thought this was all wrong, and the surety and thrill on the part of her that knew very well how she was costumed as the sexiest super heroine in the galaxy with Barbie proportioned tits the size of an exotic dancer's and alluring over the knee red boots with six-inch stiletto heels.  "By Rao!" she exclaimed in a sexy voice that even sounded to herself like what the grossly over developed and endowed blonde bimbo she knew she looked like should have.  The part of her who wondered how and why and wanted to turn back to a male was having great difficulty fighting back the way her other side wanted to start having all the fun she could, flaunting her beautiful and super sexy female body.

She figured there was no point in wasting time up high studying her looks and arguing with herself, so faster than a speeding bullet Barbie Superbabe headed for home, hoping Lois would be back soon.

* * *

Back inside the Bat Cave, moments after Superman departed, the Dark Knight went over to the Bat Computer where Robin was seated at its console spending his Saturday working instead of playing, thanks to Circe's be at home spell.  On the huge, wall mounted monitor there was a display of data pertaining to recently noted criminal activity.  "Find anything worth mentioning to make note of?" the elder Bat asked his young partner.

"Seems like just more of the same-old, same-old," Tim told him.  "Did you have this same database back when Dick was Robin before he became Nightwing and I took his place?"

"Yes, but it wasn't quite as in depth back then," Bruce replied, "and he didn't have anywhere near as much affinity with...nor ease of operating the computer."

Immediately after activating the change for Superman and leaving the new Lois Lane behind, Circe knew she had a few moments to spare before getting to the other Justice Leaguers, so she turned her attention on the hero Super Barbie had just left.  It was perfect that Batman was now standing close to Robin, so she figured the opportunity was too good to pass up.  Without making her presence known, the conniving sorceress placed the two dolls for the Dynamic Duo on the counter top with their open fronts facing their targeted guys.

At that very same instant, Circe got an awesome spur of the moment inspiration.  Her predecessor had only intended to change the pair of heroes in Wayne Manor, but why stop there, she wondered with a grin.  Her memories from being Hexata and having a good knowledge of the range of Barbie variations brought the visualization of Barbie dressed like a maid which gave her a great idea that spurred her to materialize in her now empty hands a French Maid Barbie with which to alter the third occupant of the mansion.  Just as the pair of Barbies just deposited would change both themselves and their new life sized copies later in the day, this one would mutate itself and the already changed Alfred at the same time.  The French Maid Barbie was placed on one of the shelves of the bookcase the elderly English man of the house was straightening up.  Then she departed.  Her next fish was ready to fry.

Bruce spotted the colorful box holding a black haired Barbie which was clad in a costume similar to his own but styled to go with the ultra feminine form it covered.  In the same instant he thought of the Superwoman Barbie he'd just examined, the detective turned into the full sized, living and breathing duplicate of her.  Her mind was torn between loving the new form she was in, perched on the incredibly high stiletto heels of the knee high black boots of her costume, and trying to warn Tim not to look.  But there was no time for that second option anyway, for the teen had taken note of the sudden appearance of a Robin Barbie box at the same time.  Then, instead of the past male Tim Drake as Robin being seated at the computer console, a gorgeous looking and long black haired female Robin in the same costume altered in a very feminine style took his place.

Barbie Batwoman spoke first, "I was just with Superman a couple of minutes ago, checking out a blonde Barbie doll dressed in a really sexy version of his costume.  He was still the Man of Steel we've always known, even though he'd found the doll earlier this morning on his dining room table.  I wonder if whatever magic is behind this has changed him yet," she picked up her miniature version to give it a closer look, "instead of being instantaneous like it was for us."

"I look almost exactly the same as before, but as a really sexy woman in an appropriately different but similar costume," her partner said after standing in her own extremely high heeled knee high black costume boots to look herself over, "but I bet any of my female classmates would give anything to have the stacked and curvy body I've got now!"  Then a more sobering thought came to her.  "Uh, you think it's some kind of magic that just changed us?  Why do I feel so damned good about being the incredibly sexy and seemingly mid-twenties woman I am now?"

"Don't worry, I've been fighting that very same feeling," Barbie Batwoman admitted, also guessing she was in her twenties and still holding on to her doll.  "At least that part of whatever magic has changed us is still allowing us to have some connection to our original identities and ways of thinking instead of thinking and acting only as the bimbos we've become and both enjoy being so much."  She lifted her doll and said, "Come on, we'd better go up and show our hopefully not permanent new selves to Alfred."

"He's really gonna flip when he sees us!" Barbie Robin said as she grabbed her own doll eagerly and joined her partner in walking toward the elevator, both with heels clicking in such a sexy way on the Bat Cave's floor.

Within moments of the change underwent by the Dynamic Duo, Alfred stepped to his left to work on the next group of book shelves.  There, directly in front of his face was a Barbie doll dressed as a French Maid in its very colorful store box.  He was just starting to wonder how it got there after picking it up to look it over more closely when Circe's spell hit.  The next instant, there was no longer any sign of the suit clad, grey haired Alfred.  In his place was the oh so cute looking blonde haired Barbie clone who was holding her boxed and tinier twin.  She was quite shorter than Alfred, but had her eyes still at the same height as before due to the ultra high stiletto heels on the shoes she was wearing.  Her torso was covered by a lacy white blouse which seemed to stretch tight over her huge, Barbie sized breasts.  Black fishnet hose held by garters covered her very shapely legs and a barely there black miniskirt covered her black garter belt and shielded her crotch just enough to be legal.  A thin black choker was around her neck, lacy white fingerless gloves enhanced her hands and wrists and a little white cap was atop her head.

The maid was puzzled not only by how she'd just become the twenty or so years old Barbie doll clone she was, but also by the conflicting thoughts in her head.  Part of her wanted to make sure there was some way to change back, while the other opposing idea was that she just loved the sexy new babe she'd become and wanted to show off her new self.  Both viewpoints led the sexy Barbie French Maid to head for the elevator to go down and show Batman and Robin.

Both of the Bat Barbies got a surprise when the elevator showed as coming down when they approached its control buttons.  They looked at each other and just shrugged with quizzical looks on their beautiful and masked faces.  A few seconds later the door slid open, and two very shocked and surprised feminine voices exclaimed, "Alfred?!" upon seeing the super sexy blonde Barbie French Maid before she could even step out in her six-inch heeled, twin strap and rounded toe black shoes.  She was clutching a French Maid Barbie doll box in her left hand which enclosed the twelve-inch miniature version of herself.

Barbie French Maid was even more in awe of what she saw than they had been from seeing her, and while coming out said, "So it seems that all three of us have become real, live Barbie clones all at the same time.  Do you have any idea who could have put the magic in these three dolls?"

"No ideas as of yet," Barbie Batwoman replied.  "Superman was here just before we all changed, asking me to look for any clues on a bonde Barbie doll he'd found this morning which was in a very sexy version of his own costume."

"I presume since you said Superman, his doll hadn't changed him yet?" Barbie French Maid asked.

To which Barbie Robin added, "You also said his doll had been handled by Lois.  I wonder if any changes have happened to her?"

"Good questions, to which we'll have to work on getting some answers soon," Barbie Batwoman said.

"Uh, I hate to bring this up," Barbie French Maid said, "but have either of you felt a conflict going on in your heads between part of you that wants to change back and at least act the way you used to in case you can't, and another part which wants nothing to do with your past life and attitudes and live life to the fullest as the new babe you've become?"

Both of the Bat Barbies giggled loudly before Barbie Batwoman finally said, "Just what we were discussing before heading over to the elevator to show off our new selves to you!  I was thinking it was good that whatever spell was done left us with our original identities and not just our new bimbo identities."

"Another thing to ponder," Barbie Robin mentioned, "is the way in which we got the dolls here and Superman got the one at his place on April first.  Could this have been done by one or more of the evil wizards who've been thwarted by the World's Finest in past years as some kind of April Fools joke?"

"Something to consider," her elder in the past but now seemingly of the same age partner said, "especially since Supes mentioned he thought his doll might be some sort of April Fool's joke.  Since it's usually difficult to contact Superman at most normal times, with the good chance that he might be a Barbie clone like us now, we'd better wait to see if he or she contacts us."

"One thing we could do to kill time while we're waiting," Barbie French Maid added, "would be to check if our bedrooms and closets were also affected by this powerful magic.  If not, and presuming we might be like this for however long it takes to change back...or stay like this for the rest of our lives...we have some serious shopping to do."

"If the magic did alter our clothes and stuff," Barbie Robin added, "is my dad going to be shocked when he sees my closet and then me, or did it alter everything he knows about me and am I now his daughter?  And school is another matter altogether.  If I'm still enrolled and the records are changed, there aren't any female classmates at all who are as mature and sexy as me."

"I was afraid to bring that up myself," Barbie Batwoman replied, "I'm glad you did.  It's quite possible that inside your head now is a fully schooled and even college educated mind.  That's a real quandary for you, something to add to the answers we need to get.  Let's start by doing Alfred's..."  She shook her head.  "None of our original names fit right now.  The part of me that thinks this is perfect and wants very much to stay just the way I am now thinks my name is Selinda Wayne, Linda for short, of course.  Are you both getting that same feeling?"

"I certainly don't look or sound French, but my stay as I am side is calling herself Monique Franc," Barbie French Maid said.  "A French sounding first name, and even a sort of French equivalent of my original surname.  I sure am glad the even though I'm a French Maid, I don't speak with a French accent."

Barbie Robin nodded.  "I'm trying to tell myself that my name is Natasha Drake, Tasha for short."

"Now that we know better ways to refer to each other...hopefully for just a short time part of me hopes...as I was saying," Barbie Batwoman said, "let's do Monique's suggestion and go upstairs to check out everything.  Maybe the entire Wayne Manor is different now.  This should take up some of the time."  All three stepped into the elevator, still holding on to their dolls.

* * *

Immediately after setting up the French Maid Barbie for Alfred, Circe transferred herself to the ethers near Zatanna's East Coast home known as Shadowcrest and summoned the Zatanna Barbie from around her bed.  Because her next target was a very powerful witch in her own right, the purple haired one from the opposite side of the spectrum stayed away for a few moments to study the various magical protections and wards set up to protect the heroine's mansion.  It didn't look like there was much of a chance to actually go inside and set up her doll, so instead a powerful black magic shell was placed around the doll so it could get through via a transfer spell.  Zatanna was reading in her den, so her doll was zapped to one of the book shelves much as had the French Maid Barbie.  The protection got it through, then was cancelled as soon as the box was in place.

The Justice League's beautiful and powerful black haired mage whose spells were keyed to speaking them backwards finished the page she was on.  While turning to the next page, something in her peripheral vision seemed different.  Zatanna turned her head to the left and grinned after seeing a fascinating and colorful box that must have been left by a friend during a recent visit and not noticed before just then.  She put the book down and stood to walk over to the bookshelf along the wall.

Zatanna was aware of the various Barbie dolls done to represent Supergirl, Batgirl, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, along with a couple of others done for that alternate universe that had the Avengers in it, but was unaware of a release done to look like her.  She picked up the box which was of exactly the same nature as the earlier noted Barbies and was very eye catching, then looked more closely at the doll which had an outfit very much like what she herself wore most of the time for shows and JLA duty, including of course a great looking tiny version of her well known top hat adorning the black haired Barbie's head.

She noted that the doll had a typical Barbie style body with huge Power Girl or larger sized breasts above an impossibly narrow waist as if the golden waist piece of the costume was working like a severely restricting corset.  The doll's face was a crafty blend of her own features and what Barbie usually looked like, tending a lot more toward the Barbie side which was to be expected.  They had done an excellent job on the costume, especially the fishnet pantyhose covering Barbie's legs...what little could be seen of them between the tops of the thigh high boots and the bottom of her black bodice.  She whistled softly upon seeing the incredibly good looking stiletto heels on those boots that would probably equate to six-inch ones on any of her own boots and shoes...which most of them did have, of course.

Circe was eagerly watching how Zatanna was reacting to the finding of her doll and monitoring her thoughts to get more details.  Mention of the golden waist piece of the costume brought a big grin and a modification to the transformation spell.  'Any moment now,' she figured.

Zee was holding the box up at her own face level, grinning at her more or less one-sixth sized representation's vacantly smiling face and said, "Wouldn't it be something to look a lot like you for doing my magic shows!"

Circe couldn't have hoped for a better cue, and activated the spell.

There were two quick realizations that gave Zatanna the impression that something had just changed.  While reading, she'd been relaxing in just her fishnet pantyhose, white blouse and black bodice bottom.  Now she could sense that her top hat was over her head, and instead of being barefoot in her fishnets her feet were in the kind of arch ultra high heels brought on, and her legs felt sheathed very tightly all the way up to the tops of her thighs.  Confirmation came after a quick glance downward showed a pair of impossibly huge breasts...'No, they're called tits,' argued a part of her mind...molded in gleaming white.  Just like on the as yet unopened doll still being held in her hand, her black costume tails coat was loosely hanging down the outer portions of the heavy monsters which felt perfectly normal.  She set the box back down on the shelf and reached down to feel her tiny Barbie sized waist being narrowed even more than usual by the severe restriction of her golden costume corset.  The proof of it all came when she walked over to the vertical mirror next to the doorway of the den.

A part of her in a state of wonder and puzzlement, and another opposing part happy as could possibly be, saw that she was now a full sized and very much alive version of the doll.  "I'm a for real Barbie Zatanna now!" she exclaimed in a voice similar to before but definitely bearing qualities more appropriate for a true, more or less bimbo Barbie.  'At least part of me is still thinking like I was still myself,' she noted.  'But this can't possibly be the result of that remark I just made to the doll.  Now, to see if I still have my powers.'  Aloud, she stated, "wohS em esohw cigam si devlovni."  Circe's face appeared, seeming to be grinning, which she truly was at the moment.  "Circe!  Now, why?!"  But no answer came, of course, as the now ultra sexy magician had assumed.

The purple haired, even more evil than in the past sorceress was very pleased that Zatanna's change to a living Barbie doll equivalent of herself had gone as well as or maybe even better than had the ones for Superman and the Dynamic Duo.  She left right away to transfer the remaining modified and one original Barbie dolls from her lair to the remaining Justice Leaguers.  Theirs would be much easier to do than any of the ones done so far, and she could just stay at 'home' and watch the results.

To say the next spell, Barbie Zatanna had to overcome the will of the part of her that just loved being who she was.  "egnahC em kcab ot ym eurt fles."  Nothing happened, which made the now worried Barbie Zatanna think that either Circe wasn't allowing any other magic to affect her own, or that due to Circe's spell, the way she was now WAS her true self...or worst of all, both.

Frustrated and heavily influenced by her doll self, to have something to do Barbie Zatanna picked up the doll box and then stepped back in front of her mirror.  She wanted to get a better look at the boots which were feeling so tight on her legs.  It was no surprise at all to her that walking around and standing in the six-inch heels was being done without a thought or a care since that was a pretty much standard heel height for her own footwear.  Compared to the black leather thigh high boots she wore so much before the change which had a minimal, natural sheen to them and just zipped up to be on but not tight, these doll versions were highly polished and shiny vinyl or possibly even latex, having zippers going up their inner sides and lacing up the fronts going from just behind her toes all the way up.  It was no wonder why they felt so tight on her legs.

Barbie Zatanna pulled off her top hat, still totally absorbed with her reflection in the mirror.  She started to examine again her new Barbie derived face and incredibly sexy body, comparing it to her tinier twin.  She was unaware of how pleased this made the true doll part of her who knew this was exactly how she was supposed to be.

* * *

After Barbie Superbabe shot into her home even faster than usual to make sure not even anyone who might have seen Superman nearby before could see how she looked now, she waited a few minutes with frustration building and the doll side of her personality becoming stronger and stronger.  Lois seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual to do her grocery shopping, and a check with telescopic and X-ray vision showed that she was pushing her cart with hardly anything at all in it so far.  'What could have delayed her?' she wondered.  Since it was obviously going to be a while before Lois got back, the blonde beauty having out of this world super powers flew to the Fortress of Solitude, and ran some speculative programs through her computer to try and sort out the situation in which she'd found herself.  Mr. Mxyzptlk wasn't due back for another ten days.  No other former enemy showed up as likely.  Finally, she ran a list of all known sorcerers who might have the ability to create such a change.

Only five names appeared: Wizard, Dr. Fate, Felix Faust, Zatanna and Circe.  Both Wizard and Faust were known to be locked up tight in the powers negating prison.  It was highly unlikely her own present and past teammates would have done this, even as a seemingly fun to do April Fool's joke, so that left only the witch who usually gave so much trouble to Wonder Woman.

But why?

Did it matter?

Seeing Zatanna's name inspired the Barbie of Steel to zip back down to North America and make a visit after stopping at her own place to get the doll which had presumably caused or been an integral part of her change.

* * *

Atom, or as he was more commonly known, Prof Ray Palmer in the Physics department at nearby Ivy University, usually accompanied his wife Jean on her Saturday grocery shopping, but for some reason he couldn't think of he'd told her to go without him this time.  He was in his living room watching the Notre Dame and University of Florida basketball game as the March Madness narrowed down.  During the commercial break that started, he got up and went to the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge.  He wondered if Jean had gotten him a surprise gift and left it where he had to find it before leaving.

There on the counter top next to the refrigerator was a Barbie doll with its box done up to have the Atom name on it just like on the other Barbie dolls which had been done as heroines and villainesses.  Ray was reasonably familiar with all those costumed Barbie variations because one of his female students had brought the entire group which was then available into class at the beginning of the Fall semester.  Just like those other dolls, this Barbie was dressed in a costume very much like his own except for the blue cowl being open in back to allow her long, almost waist length auburn hair to show and fall down her back, and of course her boots were very feminine with super high spike heels.  That the heels were a bit higher than any of the other dolls he'd seen in that group couldn't have been known by the hero.  These two were only the most obvious examples of the basic fact that while it resembled his own, this costume was oriented for the very shapely female form of the doll.  He was guessing that Mattel had expanded their Barbie line to include a sexy female version of himself.

Ray picked up the box to first get an even closer look at the Atom doll which, to his eyes not familiar with girls' toys, did look very nicely done.  Then he read what Mattel had placed on the package to tell about some of this beautiful heroine's adventures.  He grinned after noting the way some his own history as the Mighty Mite had been modified and adapted to be her version.  'I can just imagine what it would been like to be shaped like her while doing all those things,' he mused.  It was while reading that Ray's bare hands suddenly became covered by Atom's red gloves, but the hands inside the gloves definitely weren't his, they were svelte, sleek and very dainty.  But those gloved hands were but the first noticed of all the other changes that took place all at once.  Two absolutely huge breasts sheathed in blue on top and red below with their big nipples right at the dividing line making them stand out even more were most definitely hard to miss, as were also the ultra high stiletto heels on the blue Atom boots.  "Somehow, I've been made to be a woman, identical to that doll but in full size!" she noted in wonder while placing the doll's box back on the counter top.

Almost as if in answer to that, something compelled the new woman to say, "Well, duh!  Of course I'm a woman!  My name is Rayda Palmer, and I'm Barbie Atom!"  To her own ears, this voice bore all the traits of what a bimbo like Barbie would be expected to sound like.  Just as had occurred with each of the other changes, there was this part of her who was thoroughly pleased to be the sexy as all get out super heroine who wanted to get out and start playing around, along with the original mindset part of her who was thinking some way had to be found to change back.

The original thinking side of Barbie Atom didn't want to rely on her other side for snide and 'what, didn't you know?' type answers.  The first and most important two part question which was too obvious was how did this occur, and who was responsible?  But since those answers didn't seem readily available, she worked on the next most obvious step.  She did as in the past to try and activate her shrinking powers to find out if they worked the same as before in this new and very different body.  The auburn haired beauty in red and blue was down to individual atoms within molecules size instantly, just as hoped.  So even if she was way different from before in what was a very sexy female form, at least the powers she had seemed to be the same.  Whether as a babe she'd still have the hand to hand fighting abilities was a good question, but since the history on the box mentioned her great scrapping skills, maybe that was also still in her skills and powers list.  'Well, duh!' came from her other side.

Barbie Atom floated from the floor up to the counter, and when next to the doll box expanded until she was exactly the same size as the doll.  The Atom in the box was an inch or so higher up than one outside due to her mounting in the box, but the alive version looked into her inanimate copy's face and said, "So now I'm your twin thanks to some chicanery.  But at least I'm alive.  Part of me wants to just be who I am and put my sexy as hell body to good use, while another part of me wants to undo the chicanery and get back to being my old and lovable male self.  Either one of us is going to have some trouble...or fun...when Jean gets back."  She hopped down to the floor, then expanded to full size.  At this point it finally became apparent to Rayda that she'd been doing everything so far without even thinking about or noticing the six-inch heels on her boots.  'I guess the fact that these monstrous boobs and my super high heels haven't made any impression means they're both perfectly natural to this body I've got now.  Well, duh!  Oh, damn...'

Without the tools readily available to the Dark Knight, the closer inspection Barbie Atom now gave to the box and its contents gave no clues whatsoever to that first pair of questions.  'The doll just seems to be so perfectly like the other costumed Barbie dolls it has to be part of the series.  But if so, what's the connection between the doll and how I got turned into a full size copy of it?  It's practically a sure thing some kind of magic was involved, but which of my past foes could possibly be responsible?'

As the box was being set back down again by the frustrated scientific genius now in the form of a super heroine with a Barbie body perfect for an exotic dancer and a part of her mind that was practically a dimwitted bimbo, she took notice of the calendar hanging on the wall behind it.  Neither she as Ray before nor Jean had turned the page for the new month, and while doing so she thought, 'Damn!  Today's April first.  Could this apparently magical transformation be some sick jokester's idea of an April Fool's joke?  The big question is still who, and if I find out this is a screwy idea Zee came up with...no, she wouldn't...'

That thought was broken by a frantic and loud, "Who the hell are you, how in God's name did you get in here, and what are you doing wearing such a sexy version of my hu- ...of Atom's costume?!"  Jean's entry had been audibly masked by the still on basketball game's sound, but the TV was no match for her shocked voice.

Barbie Atom turned around to face the enraged Jean, who she saw had placed the two grocery bags brought in at her feet and her fists on her hips.  The first thing Rayda said was, "If I had been anyone other than myself, you just came within a hair's breadth of giving away my identity."  Then borrowing from what her bimbo side had stated, she grinned and continued, "Starting from the top, my name is Rayda Palmer...whether I can still call myself a professor is questionable...and I'm Barbie Atom.  I've been inside all day so far, and this is the version of my costume I got when I was transformed into a real live copy of this Barbie doll."  She picked up the box and showed it to Jean.  "I don't suppose you know anything about how this got onto our kitchen counter next to the fridge?"

The still quite puzzled Jean shook her head slowly with her shoulder length black hair swishing slightly as in a drawn out manner she said, "Noooo...are you really my husband...?"

"Well, I suppose yes, no and I was until about five minutes ago are all valid answers," Rayda replied.  "I'd love to give you a hand bringing in the rest of the groceries, but there's now way I could do that in this costume, and even if I were to change my height to match yours, none of your stuff would fit these incredibly huge boo...breasts I've got."

Jean smiled, momentarily breaking her stunned condition.  "Breasts is the much better term, but with those ones you've got, maybe boobs is indeed the better word!"  She returned to a more solemn demeanor.  "You said you changed about five minutes ago?  How did you get turned into a living and breathing, incredible looking and beautiful, full size version of that Barbie doll...speaking of which, when did a Barbie version of you get added to those other ones Mattel has done?"

Rayda nodded.  "How is something I've been trying to figure out ever since it happened.  The only conclusion I've been able to come to is that it was some kind of magic.  I've been thinking this might be some kind of sick April Fool's joke, and now I guess the doll itself is part of it.  I'd been assuming this was a new addition to the collection of costumed Barbies.  Is that some of the cold stuff you've got in those two bags?"

"Uh...Yeah..." Jean replied, still standing there awed and gaping at the sexy vision her husband had become.  "Oh, right!" she added, becoming more aware.  She stooped to grab them again.

"Let me take those and start putting them into the fridge and freezer," Rayda told her while putting the doll box back down.  "Go ahead and start bringing in the rest."

It was as Barbie Atom came over and took the bags from her hands that Jean realized what kind of heels were on her boots.  "You truly are a real life Barbie doll now, aren't you," she said.  "You've got her too good to be true sexy body with those huge BOOBS, a tiny waist no normal woman could ever hope for, and you're walking around in those unbelievably high heels as if it's perfectly normal for you."

"Well, duh!  You finally noticed?" Rayda said, then paused for a sec.  "You just heard the other part of me that I've been fighting hard to control.  While I'm puzzled about this new body and want very much to change back, the Barbie bimbo part of me is just thrilled to be who I am, and I've found my alternate personality to be more than a little sarcastic.  I wonder if that's just to be the opposite of me?"

"Oh, this is just too much!" Jean replied.  "Two different personalities in your head trying to dominate each other so as to gain control of that incredible body."

"It's a real bitch," Rayda said.  "Pardon the expression."

"Don't you mean she's a real bitch?" Jean asked.

"I heard that!" the bimbo said, overpowering her foe's control.  The more normal Rayda regained control before she could add, 'Just you wait!'  Then in her more softer tone she said, "See what I mean?"

Jean just grinned for a moment, then said, "You know, as fantastic as you look in that Barbie body, I'm getting envious.  Too bad I wasn't here so that whoever zapped you into a twin of that special Barbie could have put a regular Barbie next to it so we both would have been changed."

Rayda gave her a look, then said, "You can't be serious.  Here I am stuck for however long in this Barbie body with no idea as to what's going on, and you're making it sound like a joke by saying you wish you could have been changed also.  But then, if there was any way to know if this is just for the rest of the day as a weird form of April Fool's joke, maybe it would have been ideal for us to be as good looking as each other.  I do still like and love you just as you are...even if that does sound lesbian coming from my current lips.  Go ahead and bring in the rest of the grocery bags."  Jean grinned and turned to go back out to the car as Rayda got to work adding new stuff to the freezer and refrigerator.  She was glad and also a bit worried that her wife...now there was another problem...unless and until she could get back to being Ray, could they still be a married couple?  That aside, she was worried that Jean was taking the situation too well.

As should be expected, Circe was monitoring each of the Barbie doll transformations.  She grinned wickedly upon hearing what Jean had said.  A moment later, an additional Barbie doll magically brought into being like Alfred's French Maid one was placed where Jean would find it.  Also like the one for Alfred, this was in no way, shape or form a normal looking Barbie.  If Jean wanted to have the same ultra sexy body her husband had gotten, the mischievous sorceress was giving it to her in spades.  The witch figured it was just too bad that Ray and Jean didn't live in Washington, DC like Diana Prince...still Diana King and just waking up from her all night sexual binge at the moment.  This latest Barbie and its box would also be doing a major change at the same time all the others did.

Because she was busy in the kitchen, Barbie Atom couldn't see the Barbie doll box which suddenly appeared on the desk against the wall adjacent to the opening leading into the kitchen.  As Jean came back in with two bags in each hand this time, she couldn't believe her eyes and stopped at the desk.  "Ray...Rayda, this wasn't here before, was it?" she asked while setting the bags on the carpeted floor.  She reached to pick up the box holding a Barbie with her own black hair but dressed like no Barbie ever seen on a store shelf.  A narrow pink tube top left most of her breasts still showing, bright cherry red shorts not much larger than panties barely hid her crotch, crotchless suntan pantyhose covered her legs and a pair of matching red knee high boots with platforms and respectively higher heels were so tight on her lower legs they seemed to be painted on.  A small black purse was hanging next to her left hip on a thin shoulder strap.  The doll's usually seen, lightly made up face giving easy beauty was instead very heavily made up to fit her job as a street walker.

A blink of an eye later, instead of Jean it was now the full sized, very much alive Barbie the slutty and wantonly promiscuous whore who was holding the box containing her twelve-inch twin.  Inside her head was the woman who'd wanted to be as good looking as her husband and now was even more so, and the bimbo side of herself who just couldn't wait to get out on the street to make lots of money in the world's oldest profession.  Her sensible side wasn't finding it easy to control her sexually insatiable side.

"What wasn't-" Rayda started to ask as she came to the opening.  Her jaw dropped upon seeing the slutty looking, sexy to the Nth degree black haired vision in pink and red.

"This," her changed wife said with her new Barbie voice, showing the box holding her tiny twin.  "Seems like somebody heard my desire...but this isn't exactly what I had in mind..."

Barbie Atom shook her head.  "Now this is just too much.  Whoever magically changed me had to have heard what you said, somehow."  Then in taking a full head to toe look at this latest Barbie in the household, she noticed first that her changed wife's eyes were higher than hers.  The answer came when she looked down and saw the boots on her feet.  "Just like my six-inch heels seem perfectly natural to me, I'm betting you haven't even noticed yet that you have what look like four-inch or higher platforms on those boots, putting the heels at ten or eleven inches.  You probably already know this, or at least part of you does, that those are perfect examples of fuck me heels as worn by a wanton and promiscuous whore."

"Indeed I do!  Both parts of me," the ultra sexy Barbie replied.  "You're correct, they feel so naturally normal to me I hadn't even noticed my higher stature in these boots just perfect for the street walking wanton and promiscuous whore I am."  She grimaced visibly after repeating what Rayda had said, then added, "Just like you said you've got two sides of you battling for dominance, part of me wants to get the hell out of this house and go start turning tricks in a hotel until it's dark enough to start working the streets.  The part of me you're more used to is finding it very difficult to hold back my sex craving whore side.  Also, both sides of my personality are telling me that Jean is no longer my name, now it's Jeannie."

"Whoever it is that heard your wanting to be a Barbie like me must be a really sick minded person," Barbie Atom said.  "Now neither of us can very easily go out to the car to bring in groceries.  Are there any more bags still needing to be brought in?"

"If I'd just been turned into a regular, normal Barbie and not Barbie Hustler," Jeannie told her, "getting out and back wouldn't be that odd looking and I probably could have gotten away with it.  Like this, though?  Not a chance!  Until after dark, anyway...but then, after nightfall I may not be able to control myself.  Luckily, these four bags I just brought in are the last of it so we're all set for the time being.  Let's put everything away, then start bemoaning the fact that neither of us is who we're supposed to be now.  Now not only will none of my clothes fit you, none will fit me, either.  Both of us have nothing else to wear other than what we're wearing right now!"

The pair of ultra sexy looking Barbies got to work in putting away all the groceries, then after the job was completed they each took hold of the dolls which had presumably brought about their changes.  Fascinating discussion took place concerning their situation.

* * *

Stuck working the duty desk at the Watchtower that Saturday afternoon, Black Canary wished she could have been at home.  But Dinah just passed off that desire as something seemingly every Justice League member gets when doing the task with none of the other heroes or heroines in their headquarters, without any idea why she actually felt that way.  At least the computer was taking care of all the mundane details, and so far at least nothing of any consequence was going on.  Well, almost nothing.  Wonder Woman couldn't be located anywhere on the face of the Earth, but the Amazon had gone incognito and/or just plain unavailable a number of times in the past (which Dinah and the others knew courtesy of Circe's spell) and as long as nothing the princess' presence called for occurred, it was no concern of hers.

As a long time practitioner of the more subtle forms of April Fool's jokes, Dinah was thinking that it was good to be alone in the Watchtower on April Fool's Day so that nobody like Ollie or anyone else would be able to get to her.  The heroine, who some called the second of the Justice League's fishnets queens, ended up killing some time by checking on news from around the world on the computer with her jacket removed to show her more relaxed, casual look with the sleeveless and strapless black bustierre covering the lower portions of her torso and breasts.  It was while her eyes were glued to the screen that a Barbie Black Canary box appeared on the counter right behind the monitor.  Circe had made note of just where each of the heroes and heroines were before dispatching the dolls, and saw that Dinah was the only one not at home.  But solo in the Watchtower was just as good.

It was a few minutes later that Canary had her fill for the time being of keeping her eyes glued to the computer's display and pushed her chair back to stretch and flex her arms and legs.  While doing so, she caught a glimpse of some kind of colorful box behind the monitor.  She stood, which gave her a good look at the box holding a Black Canary Barbie.  The heroine had seen ads for this and the other costumed Barbies, but with no good reasons to ever visit any toy stores, she'd never actually seen the doll before.  She reached for and grabbed the box, then placed it on the counter right in front of the chair.  Seated again, her eyes were at almost the same level as the doll's.

Now finally getting a good look at how Mattel had gotten Barbie to look like her, it was apparent to Dinah that they'd done a very nice job, especially on the costume.  "I wonder who left you here for me?  It's great to finally see you up close."  There most certainly wasn't anyone else on hand to talk to, so Canary didn't see any reason why not to do a strictly one sided conversation with her tiny near twin.  "You've got fishnets looking as good or maybe even better than mine, good thing neither of us has those blue hose under the fishnets, and I'm glad my cuffed boots have almost flat block heels instead of those killer heels you've got on those more sleek looking ones.  My black leather jacket," currently hung on the back of the chair, "looks more supple than yours and the black gloves in my jacket's pockets fit my hands a good bit better than yours do.  You've certainly got me beat with that huge chest and too narrow to be true waist you've got, and I bet you're a natural blonde instead of being a brunette wearing a blonde wig like me.  I just know I'd really have it made if I had your face instead of mine."

This was a perfect lead in.  Within seconds of saying that, the heroine suddenly found both her jacket and gloves to be on, both being of even better quality than before.  That jacket was much further out in front and to each side than before, and the reason why was patently obvious.  The endowments on her chest made Power Girl seem almost flat in comparison.  A quick reach down with her spread hands showed they could almost fit around her now ultra slim waist.  What she was noticing made the solo heroine very puzzled, and to see if what she expected was really true, she got up to go to a mirror.  At first she didn't even notice, but after a few steps had been taken with sexy sounding clicking of heels on the Watchtower floor, Canary stopped and looked down.  Astonishingly, her feet and body as a whole felt perfectly normal wearing tighter and more sexy looking boots with six-inch stiletto heels.  She also noted her much better, and again even sexier looking black fishnets.

Getting very puzzled by now, she made haste, as if running in those heels was normal, to get to the mirror.  The face Canary saw was not hers, it was Barbie's...as apparently was all the rest of her body and costume now.  She wondered if that expression of a desire to have Barbie's face had been heard by some fairy godmother or some other unfathomable wielder of powerful magic.  It just had to be magic of some kind that had turned her into a real live version of that doll.  A quick tug on her blonde hair hurt instead of loosening a wig, making it for certain.

"Of course it's my real blonde hair, what did you expect?!" the living doll said to her reflection.  That voice made her sound like a real ditz, which sort of went with being a for real blonde haired bimbo Barbie.  This latest Justice League member to be changed was now finding out about her split personality.  Thanks to the side of her which had just spoken, she knew her name was still Dinah Lance, but her nom de plume was now Barbie Black Canary.  The more stable side of the new heroine's psyche was going to have to work hard at keeping her bimbo side in check.  She knew if the bimbo was allowed to do as she pleased, finishing her duty shift would end right then and there and she'd head Earthside to get out and have some real fun.  It didn't make any sense to her to alert all her teammates down on planet that somehow, some way, she'd just been turned into a full size duplicate of the doll in the box...with part of her mind being no more intelligent than the bimbo everyone thought Barbie was.

Little did Barbie Black Canary know that all of her teammates were also Barbie clones now.  She went back to sit in front of the computer, wondering if this was some powerful magician's form of an April Fool's joke that would end at the stroke of midnight or maybe some time before, or was it worse and she'd be a Barbie clone for the rest of her life and need to invest in a whole new wardrobe.  Doing monitor scans now was much more difficult for the true blonde with battling egos, one of which made her hold the box containing her tiny twin in her left hand.

* * *

While he'd originally planned to make a visit with Bart Allen, otherwise known as Impulse, on April Fool's Day to see if the youngster was still as good as ever at uncovering jokes aimed in his direction, Wally West changed his mind while eating breakfast that morning.  He was keeping his fingers crossed now that nothing would come up either close to home or elsewhere in the country or somewhere else around the world that would call for donning his Flash costume and giving high speed assistance.  Since for whatever reason he knew he had to stay in the house, like Ray Palmer he was set to see the Notre Dame-University of Florida basketball playoff game.  His own picks for March Madness had been way off, so now it was just a matter of catching the final four in their last games casually dressed in white sweat socks, jeans and a light grey sweatshirt with cut off sleeves.

Circe could have looked into the immediate future to be certain, but she was satisfied at guessing the blonde haired speedster would get up and go to his refrigerator for a refill just as had Atom.  Sure enough, when the next commercial break started the young man hit mute and went to go get another beer.  Sitting on the counter close to the refrigerator he saw something that wasn't there earlier.  'I wonder if maybe Bart has decided to do his own version of April Fool's joke this year, on me instead of the other way around.  But just what could the joke be in leaving a Flash Barbie doll in my kitchen?'  He opened the refrigerator door and reached in for a cold can while the whole time his eyes were glued to the sexy looking blonde in the box.  If Bart was going to do anything, he wanted to be watching closely.  To be even more careful and alert, Wally picked up the box after popping the top on his beer.

His girlfriend Linda Park had brought Wally along when she'd visited Toys-R-Us to purchase Christmas gifts for her niece, so he'd at least seen some of the costumed Barbie dolls only a few months earlier.  He was pretty sure though, that had he seen one of her done up as a really sexy looking female version of himself, he'd have a memory of that.  'So has Mattel done this one recently, and Bart dropped it off as part of some kind of joke?' became the pertinent question in his mind.  'Granted, her hair is blonde and a bit less big hair than that red haired Russian Lady Flash Vandal Savage set against me and turned over to my side a few years ago, but Mattel must have based this doll's costume on hers.  It looks so similar except for Barbie's predilection for high heels!'

That Lady Flash costume and this Barbie's one were both like his in having a scarlet red body suit covering everything from the neck down, golden yellow boots and red gloves.  The Flash logo of a golden yellow lightning bolt over a white circle was centered over all three of their chests but looking a lot more fascinating situated above and between their different sized breasts, or as Wally liked to call them, tits.  Golden lightning bolt edging was around the ends of the gloves and a similar design was placed around all of their waists, his looking much more bland than either of the two girls.  The cowl he wore covered his entire head and neck not allowing any of his short blonde hair to be seen, looking like it was contiguous with the body suit, and had golden yellow covers over his ears with high speed swept back wings going out and back, while on each of the females the cowl stopped just above their swept wings golden covered ears and proceeded across their foreheads in a jagged cut pattern with their hair being gloriously showcased.  He flipped the box around to see what they'd written up about Barbie as a babe version of himself, then grinned at seeing the way some of his own adventures had been adapted for her.  'Okay, Bart.  What's the joke?' he wondered.

Wally took a swig of beer, then looked more closely at the doll in the box.  "One other difference between you as Flash and Col. Ivana Christina Borodin Molotova as Lady Flash is that you're stacked a lot better than her with tits a lot of exotic dancers would die for and you've got a waist almost any woman would die for," he opined out loud.  "In fact, I think that's why little girls adore you so much and feminists hate you so much, you've got such a sexy and unreal body that I'd give anything to see up close and get to know better!"

Suddenly, instead of his bare left hand holding the doll box and his bare right hand holding the beer can, they were in his red costume gloves.  But in addition to those hands looking much smaller and more svelte, like those of a woman, a huge pair of breasts sheathed in scarlet with a golden yellow lightning bolt bisecting a white circle high between them and long, silky blonde hair streamed out over them became oh so obvious.  The casual clothes being worn earlier had disappeared and been replaced by the costume being worn by the Barbie version of Flash.  What became pretty obvious was that his body had been replaced with a full size version of her.  "What the-...  I've become another Lady Flash looking like this Barbie doll!"  To her, this voice which had come from between her own lips sounded like some brainless blonde bimbo...which she came to realize was what she'd become.  But at least she still had all the intelligence from her prior body and life.

She could see the blonde hair spilling over her red covered shoulders in addition to the bits up front on her tits, making her know it was just as long as the doll's and a quick glance down her left side showed the golden yellow lightning design around her ultra tiny waist looking like a sexy belt and the even more sexy golden yellow knee high boots with their six-inch or so spike heels.  To see just how high they actually were, the drawer just to the right of the fridge was pulled open and a ruler taken out.  She lifted her right foot and placed the ruler's zero point at the base of the heel and sure enough, they were indeed six-inch heels.  'I bet the way these heels put me almost on my toes would make my super fast running be all that much more stable,' the female Flash mused.

As a test of not only that presumption but also to see if she still had all her speed powers, the beer can and the doll box got placed on the counter, then the blonde beauty in bright red and gold started her body vibrating to go through the house wall (so far so good) and then took off at a speed which was once tested as being as fast as the Man of Steel's better than a speeding bullet's pace.  She arrived back in front of her refrigerator five seconds later after having raced from her Southampton, Long Island home to Miami Beach and back.  Her speed powers were just as good if not better, and running on her toes did prove to be a near perfect sprint position.  "My six-inch heels not only look sexy as all get out," she said with glee, "but they even seem more efficient than my old male boots!"

She'd noticed again the way her voice seemed to sound exactly like what a Barbie should, almost like a ditzy blonde bimbo.  But thankfully, even though she knew there was a bimbo part of her who just wanted to go out and start enjoying life by playing around super quickly, her more sane if still slightly fun filled mind was keeping the ditz in check.  She was also glad that whoever had done this crazy change into an incredibly sexy version of her old self, presumably as some kind of joke NOT done by Bart, made it so her huge chest that even an exotic dancer would envy and those incredible heels on her boots were seeming to be perfectly natural for her.

As she was picking the box back up from the counter while this time taking a sip of beer instead of a swig, the newly minted female accepted for the time being what her bimbo side was telling her.  "So my name as of now is Wanda West and I'm Barbie Flash.  Things could be worse, I suppose.  At least I'm a babe with a body to die for and not some hag.  Now to see if whoever did this to me shows their face to let me in on the joke."  She took her beer and the doll and went back to the TV, but found that as Wanda she had no interest in the basketball game.  She picked up the remote and changed to the shopping channel.  "Odds are, I might need to invest in a new wardrobe if this turns out to be more than some kind of April Fool's joke.  I sure hope something gets done to make me be myself again soon, but I guess living as a Barbie for a while can't be all that bad.  I wonder what Linda will think if she sees me while I'm still this hot looking blonde super speedstress!"  Thanks to the original easy attitudes of Wally West, the bimbo side of Wanda was having much more influence on her than the other new Barbies of the Justice League of America.

* * *

Oliver Queen had wanted to go up to the Watchtower to spend some quiet, quality time with his lover, but shortly after Black Canary teleported up to report for her duty desk spell he got the idea that it would be best to just stick around at home instead.  There wasn't a whole lot to do which would fill the time since his place in Star City was kept neat and clean, a big surprise since he'd always been considered to be a gallivanting playboy with little to do.  The master archer with stylish blonde hair, blonde mustache, sideburns and goatee had kept up this charade for nearly as long as Bruce Wayne did the same to hide his activities as Batman.  So more or less stuck inside his place for some reason that was unfathomable, Green Arrow decided to inventory his armory of special arrows and check for any showing any sign of deterioration just in around the house grey sweat pants, a white crew shirt and sneakers.  At the same time, the small number of emerald green bows he utilized were checked for spring and tautness.

It was while the emerald archer was test shooting in his long and narrow firing range after putting on a set of archery gloves that the Barbie doll box holding the very sexy Green Arrow appeared on the counter holding all the very special arrows in the adjoining, larger room.  So after the last of the half dozen standard arrows had found its way to join the others sticking out of the center dot of the target fifty yards from where he'd been standing, Ollie walked down to collect them and then go back out to put them away in their quiver.  He was surprised to see standing between the two quivers holding specially equipped arrows what appeared to be a Barbie doll box with his name on it.  'I guess it's her name, too,' the sharpshooter noted while replacing the half dozen standard arrows in their own quiver.

Dinah had told Ollie about the series of Barbie dolls available that now included one of her as Black Canary, but she hadn't mentioned one also being included of a very good looking female version of him.  The fact that the doll had suddenly appeared amongst his arrows had him wondering, since it was next to impossible for any outsiders to get inside his home.  The only thing he could think of to explain it was that maybe Bart had just found the doll and brought it over as a gag gift or from up in the Watchtower, Dinah must have gotten in touch with Zatanna to get her to magically give this brand new Barbie to him as a gift.  No word from her, though.  'Well, a surprise wouldn't be a surprise if she'd sent me any messages or called on the radio,' he thought.

Ollie picked up the box to give the doll a look.  'There's a lot less covering your body that my own costume does, but that's probably usual for you as Barbie.  As a good lookin'...no, make that fantastic lookin' babe with blonde hair like mine but a lot more of it than me, you must like to show off your skin.'  The costume was closest to his from the waist down, in that while he wore more or less matte mid green leggings with dark green shorts, she was wearing shiny mid green tights or pantyhose with shorts barely deeper than panties.  His shorts came up to the narrowest point of his waist, while hers came up only to a point well below her tiny waist, just below her belly button.  Each of them had a mid green belt at the top of the shorts with a golden oval buckle.  While his dark green boots looked like army combat boots, hers were much more sleek and sexy looking, being tight to her calves and folding over into deep cuffs just below her knees, and had what he knew were typical for Barbie high spike heels.  Only Dinah could have mentioned to him that those heels were a good bit higher than normal for Barbie.

What exposed so much of her skin was the minimal top she wore.  Whereas Ollie wore a light green bib area under a dark green heavy fabric sleeveless vest cut with a deep V up front and crisscross dark green lacing, she had just the dark green sleeveless vest made from what looked like vinyl or some other stretchy material cut even deeper up front to expose so much cleavage with the crisscross lacing being below her huge breasts.  This vest was much shorter, being twist tied below the V at the narrowest point of her minuscule waist.  Her vest looked more sexy also with the way its portions over her shoulders angled up a bit.  Her cap was in the same dark green and looked more feminine, while his was in the mid green and looked a lot like what Robin Hood wore.  Her shoulder length gloves also looked much more feminine over her sleek arms with the same open portions for flexing where the bow string couldn't hit skin than did his gloves covering his muscular arms.  Lastly, his dark green domino mask looked more angular and manly while hers was curvy and sexy looking.

Ollie noticed that the bow which was clenched in her right hand looked a lot like his own but was a bit smaller, sized for a woman.  The quiver whose strap bisected her big breasts looked to be the same size as his Justice League one.  Grinning at the way she looked, he flipped the box to each side so the details could be read, then over to the back to read Mattel's version of Green Arrow's history from the Barbie standpoint.  It was fun for him to see how close her background followed his.  It even mentioned that she was the girlfriend of Black Canary in the all female Justice League.  "All female?" he mentioned with a grin.  "I suppose the League is just a bunch of Barbies of which you and Black Canary are just two of them.  Being a babe like you would let me get a lot closer to Dinah, I bet!"

The moment these words left the emerald archer's lips, his body became swathed in shades of green.  But it wasn't his body, it was a full size, full blooded version of the doll in the box.  "Hey, I didn't say anything about actually wanting to be a babe like you," she started to say before full realization hit.  "Oh my God!  In some way I've actually been turned into a real live version of this doll!  Did it makes its appearance here just as magically as I just got changed?"  Right away, she assessed the voice she now had as being the sort expected to be heard from the sort of blonde bimbo she now was, but one of the best looking ones ever.  She placed the bow that was in her right hand on the counter, then spread her dark green swathed fingers around that tiny waist she knew was part of her now.  It was so small they almost met.  It was a natural progression then for her hands to rise and cup from below the massive breasts on her chest.  As hefty as they were, the woman who now knew her name was Olivia Queen and that her nom de guerre was Barbie Arrowette felt their size was of no consequence, they were perfectly normal for her.  As was standing and walking with the six-inch heels on her fantastic boots.

The walking bit was confirmed when after grabbing her bow again, the blonde beauty in green went back into the firing range.  "I don't know how I got this way, but if I have to be this way for even a short time I want to know if I can still handle my arrows like in my original body."  But then it dawned on her that her quiver was loaded with special trick arrows.  Quickly and with no problem whatsoever, she went back out and replaced the quiver with the practice arrows one.  The removal and replacement gave her a deep felt stimulation from the way the straps brushed against and settled between her breasts.  More casually she went back into the firing range, placed a pointed toe on the fifty yard line, then strung an arrow.  The pull felt good on the bow, but she wondered if her presumed diminished strength could still propel the arrow that far and as accurately.  She let fire, resulting in the arrow knifing through the air to find dead center on the target.  "I wonder if any of the girls in Olympics archery ever had enough strength to handle the mens targets?" she wondered in awe.  "Not the kind of super strength and targeting ability I have," the even more fun loving side of her personality answered with the same voice.  Olivia concentrated for a moment, finding the ability to control at least for the moment this side of her that wanted to do nothing more than get out and start having a lot of fun...with both her weapons and her body.

With no idea if whoever did this to her was going to show up and at least claim responsibility if not also change her back, Barbie Arrowette decided to spend some time practicing with her special arrows.  Better to be prepared for any eventuality in the present situation.  'I wonder what Dinah is going to say if I'm still like this when she comes back down from the Watchtower?' she mused while stringing her first trick arrow.  After it performed exactly as expected, the so far satisfied new version of the Emerald Archer went back to just sitting with the doll in her hands and started to give thought to problems that might develop such as not just getting a new wardrobe, but even what to wear while going out to shop.

* * *
The spell cast by Circe to have all the Justice League members think they had to be at home that afternoon meant very little to Aquaman.  In his undersea realm of Atlantis, time as related to those of the surface world was irrelevant.  Nevertheless, he was still spending that time inside the palace with his wife, Mera.  There were very few spots within the palace that were dry with air instead of being contiguous with the sea and what you could say were more than a bit wet.  So for a Barbie doll to be put in place for the King of Atlantis, the witch had to situate it inside one of those dry places, then make it so Arthur would feel a compulsion to enter after it was transferred.  When the time was right, Circe put an idea into the queen's mind.  A moment later, Mera asked her husband to go into the library to check the ancient records for any mention of mermaids seen in the Mediterranean Sea.

Arthur knew that the Iliad made reference to sirens, and so went to an original Greek copy after clearing the airlock and going into the huge library.  It turned out Homer was alluding to mermaids but didn't make any direct mention of them.  A scroll kept next to that tome contained descriptions of odd spells cast upon the Greek sailors by Circe whenever they strayed close to her island, and here there were actual descriptions of not just females but also males turned into the first mermaids ever to dwell in the waters of the Earth by the sorceress.  'I knew she had fun turning the sailors into animals of various kinds to put into use on her island, but not that both women and men had been turned into just female mermaids,' he noted.  'I presume at least some male mermaids were also made by her to bring about my ancestors.'

It turned out there were also scrolls written in Latin concerning the mermaids seen by Roman soldiers and sailors, and even some in Egyptian and Corinthian making mention of the mermaids in the eastern Mediterranean.  Since they apparently were the very few first of his ancestors, no other ancient records from Europe or western North Africa made any mention of the sirens or mermaids.  After replacing the scrolls Arthur went back down the ladder to the library's floor.

The King of Atlantis turned to go back and make his report to Mera, but came to a halt, startled.  Here he had been looking up information about mermaids, and what was to be seen on the reading table but a Barbie doll done up not merely as a mermaid, but as an actual beautiful blonde version of himself as if he'd been a tailed merman instead of a legged amphibian.  The titling had Barbie in small size, then in larger letters below, Aquamaid, Queen of the Seven Seas.  He reached for the box, fascinated by the similarity.  At same time puzzled by how it had gotten there, a guess being that maybe Mera had asked him to do the research so she or one of her aides could sneak it in while he was busy, he also wanted to see more closely what the doll looked like.  Arthur was well aware of the feelings had by many landside women that held Barbie to be a very poor influence on young girls, but also the very acute opposite feelings held by a huge majority of those same girls.

The doll itself he saw was in an outfit looking just like his own from the waist up, and her scaled tail from the waist down was in the same shade of green as his smooth looking leggings.  The one big difference up top was that while his golden scaly style torso covering was cut in a close circle around his neck, the doll's smooth and silky golden top's opening dipped quite low to expose a lot of cleavage, much more than on his wife's outfit.  Her green gloves also were much more feminine and sleek than his manly ones.  Both of their outfits had the same golden yellow belt with a stylized A for a buckle.  He flipped over the box to read the history of Aquamaid and smiled upon noting the way a lot of his own adventures were modified to be hers.  It was said that she could change from tail to legs whenever desired, and a look at the box side showed her looking more like him but with very feminine boots having very high spike heels.

"Well, it looks like you've got it made, being able to go back and forth from a sexy mermaid to a sexy girl with gorgeous legs.  I imagine I'd look just like you if I'd been one of those Greek sailors turned into a mermaid by Circe," Arthur said with a smile.  No sooner had those words left his mouth, than the King of Atlantis found his body falling, or more accurately flopping to the floor, still holding on to the box.  For no longer were there legs on the lower portion of his body, but a tail.  Above that tail was no longer his broad and muscular chest, but a chest holding two incredibly large breasts above a too small to be true waist in a bodice she found to be made of lycra spandex or something similar..  Golden blonde hair much the same shade as before but low much longer fell past the shoulders of the new woman, splayed out over those breasts.  "Oh my!" she exclaimed.  "I seem to have been cursed just like those ancient Greek sailors!"

"Why do you say cursed?" the doll side of her personality contradicted.  "I happen to think I've been blessed."  The superheroine mermaid who now knew her name was Amanda Curry and that she was Barbie Aquamaid became aware of her dual personality and the practically ditzy blonde bimbo quality of her voice, and made short work of suppressing that other side of herself.  She also knew quite well that in her tailed mermaid form her need for immersion in water to both breathe and remain healthy was more acute that it had been in her male body, but there was a quick fix for that.  She willed her tail to transform, and seconds later two very shapely legs with seductively sexy boots having six-inch stiletto heels took its place.  She propped herself on her left elbow and worked her legs around so she could first crouch and then stand up.  Much like her original male body, in this form she was more of an amphibian who only needed occasional contact with water to remain healthy.

Because she was assuming some kind of foul magic had been involved in her transformation, Amanda knew it was pointless to just stand there and wonder who, why and when would she be turned back.  She needed to get back to Mera quickly, but first there was the question of whether the powers of the doll as mentioned on the box being just like hers as Aquaman were now hers as Aquamaid.  She tried to do a telepathic contact with Mera first, and since thought transmissions could give no clue to gender, nothing was given away by telling her the research was fruitful and more would be said upon getting back.  Since that was successful, she commanded some of the rays coasting nearby the airlock door to form a guard for her swim back to the palace.  There was a good supply of plastic bags on hand for bringing books from the library to the palace or elsewhere, so the doll box was placed inside one and then sealed up.

Back out into the ocean after passing through the airlock again, Amanda got a squid to hold on to the bag with one of its suckers, then told the rays to wait a moment.  The legs and arms she'd had as Arthur were capable of propelling him through the water at up to 100 knots, but she wondered if her smaller legs with their pointed toes and high heeled boots would be able to do anywhere near that well.  She asked a blue whale that was lazing nearby to time her, and took off with her arms and legs thrashing.  After going about two hundred meters, she quickly reversed and raced back.  The surprised whale informed her that she'd clocked 140 knots!  To continue the test, she reverted back to her tail and got the whale to help her again.  Her arms were able to just guide or stream behind as her tail shot the more shapely than usual mermaid through the water at a breakneck pace.  Upon return, the whale told her she'd hit close to 160 knots outbound, and a full 175 knots coming back.  She also asked if the speedy mermaid used to be a guy wearing about the same colors, and got told that was correct and the main reason for the speed trails.  She thanked the whale, who then did the whale equivalent of a giggle before saying you're welcome, and welcome to the better half of the world.  Amanda got her bag back from the squid, then told the rays not to worry, she'd be going at a much more leisurely pace back to the palace, still as a mermaid..

As she neared the palace, Amanda switched back to legs, then contacted Mera again and told her to expect her return in just moments.  The gorgeous queen with long red hair was more than a bit surprised when instead of her husband, a very young and sexy looking blonde in a costume identical to his but adapted for a female approached.  She hadn't seen the young woman for a long time, but assumed this was her and asked, "Aquagirl, when did you decide to come back?  Is Arthur right behind you?"

The blonde smiled, then replied, "I knew I looked a lot better than her when I first looked down upon my body.  I'm not Aquagirl, I'm Barbie Aquamaid."  She held up the bag containing the doll.  "I presume now that you didn't have anything to do with this doll being placed in the library while I was researching mermaids for you."  Mera shook her head.  "I had just read about the way the first recorded mermaids were all Greek women AND men who got changed by Circe into what became my ancestors.  And most of the men weren't turned into mermen, they became mermaids.  This doll has to have some magical connection to them, but I don't know how.  It was shortly after I started to look more closely at the doll inside and then its box that I got turned into a full size, live version of her.  Inside my head is my old self knowing that my name is Amanda Curry and also the bimbo mentality of the doll itself."

"I don't belive this!" Mera exclaimed.  "You're telling me that you used to be Arthur?!"

"Yes, and the transformation into the woman you see before you isn't the whole story.  You'll note that the doll is a mermaid, and shows a legged version like me on the side of the box."  She switched in the blink of an eye to her tail.  "This is my primary form as Barbie Aquamaid.  By the way, before coming back to the palace I did some swimming speed tests and our friend, the blue whale named Kira, told me that using my arms and legs like before as Arthur I was a bit faster at 140 knots.  She was really surprised, as was I, when I changed to this tail and managed to hit 160 knots going out and 175 knots coming back.  Kira even welcomed me to the female side of the world before leaving!  I sure do hope that whatever magic did this to me gets undone soon, but at least in this new female body I'm just as effective if not more so than before.  I'll have to let my friends in the League know soon about this, but until something gets done, will you still keep me at your side?"

Mera hesitated for a moment before answering, "I will miss having you at my side as Arthur, but having you here as...what did you say your new name was?"

"Amanda."

"Living with you as Amanda won't be that hard.  I've been amongst so many other mermaids over the years that you'll fit right in.  But what will we tell our subjects?"

"Not a thing, right away," Amanda replied.  "Let's wait a short while to see if anything gets said and done about this change I've undertaken.  Do you think any of your clothes will fit this huge breasted body I've got, if it becomes an extended thing?"

"I doubt it, so you'd better have our seamstresses put together some outfits for you if you don't change back soon."

"Right, so let's just talk about the mermaid research I did before becoming one myself," Amanda said, intending to use the doll she was holding on to as a handy prop, and that's how the time started to be spent in Atlantis.

* * *

Hal Jordan had been very glad when the League welcomed him back as Green Lantern after being away for so long.  It had been a bit rough on both Kyle Rayner and John Stewart who'd played the role of Lantern for the Justice League during the years that Hal was away, but both acceded to the man without fear who'd preceded them both.  He was also back to his old job with Ferris Aircraft as a test pilot, and the day before had proven to be a quite busy one in trying to work out some of the nagging faults in stability of the new prototype for the Joint Multirole Aircraft.  More test flights had been planned for all day Saturday, but early in the morning Hal had called both his chief test pilot and their ultimate boss, his old girlfriend Carol Ferris to let them know he couldn't make it in.  Carol wondered if this meant Green Lantern was going to be taking up Hal's time again, but as had happened so many times in the past, she approved his time away and afterward checked with the pilot scheduler to make sure one of the other guys or gals would be able to fill in for Hal.

As it was, Hal couldn't think of any reason he'd had to make sure he'd be at home from late morning onward.  He dressed very casually in a short sleeved, dark blue polo shirt, worn but not worn out blue jeans and brown loafers over white crew socks.  Being on the west coast, the time for all the Justice Leaguers to become Barbies was about a half hour before noon for him.  By strange coincidence, among all the things Hal read and looked through in his library to kill time was his collection of pictures and recollections from both his own and Carol's viewpoints of the many times she had been transformed and fought him as Star Sapphire.  The Emerald Gladiator was very glad that his friend was long past her attraction to the special sapphire gem that gave her such incredible powers and the identity of the queen of the Zamarons.  The problem was, there was now another young woman who for the past few years had been the newest and latest Star Sapphire with a decidedly evil attitude compared to Carol working with the Legion of Doom on and off and one way or another been a major problem for the League.  Carol had told him just recently that she didn't think very much about that black and purple costume the new girl was wearing, she still thought her pink and purple original one was the all time best.  He may have been biased, but Hal had to agree with her.

He had just finished putting away one of the photo albums, thinking that someday soon he'd have to scan all those pictures to file so there'd be a digital record, and pulled out the prior year's world aviation directory from Aviation Week and Space Technology when Circe sent the doll to him.  Hal walked back to the plush chair along the wall to read and something colorful back on the book shelf caught his eye above the edge of the magazine.  He looked up and focused his eyes on something that hadn't been there seconds ago.  It was a Barbie doll done up as version of him.  He knew it couldn't have been modeled on Kyle because her hair was brown like his, not black like the younger man's.  He grinned, thinking that if the doll had been done with Guy Gardner in mind, the costume probably would have looked very risque.

As it was, Hal saw that the costume looked identical to his, which was another slight difference from Kyle, but obviously cut and styled for a female.  Like what he wore but shinier, she was in what looked like a black body suit that had an emerald torso portion over it.  The lower part of that green looked a lot like a panty cut very high over her thighs and going up the front of her chest as a wide band which splayed out over the tops of her breasts to cover the tops of her shoulders and neck up to her jawbone.  Centered on both his own and the top of her chest above those huge breasts was a white circle holding the green lantern logo known so well all around the universe.  Her white, elbow length gloves looked like his but were more feminine and her emerald boots came about the same height on her legs as his, but obviously styled for a woman with pointed toes and high heels.  That one time Carol had persuaded him to put her into a Green Lantern costume came to mind immediately, but again, if done as her the doll would have had black hair.

He got up again and walked over to where the box was standing, wondering just how it could have appeared there all of a sudden.  Hal had seen some of the other costumed Barbies when Carol took him along to the toy store to get a gift for Pie Face's granddaughter the month before, and the ones of Wonder Woman, Supergirl and Batgirl had really impressed him.  For this one he considered that maybe Jade had come across this presumably new version of Barbie and sent it to him for checking out.  Or maybe even Zatanna.  He picked up the box and saw that one big difference in her costume from his was the boots on her feet.  Being on a good looking but way over endowed babe, the boots fit her lower legs sleekly and had really high heels on them.  They looked like if they were full size they'd be much steeper than the ones on Carol's pink Star Sapphire boots.

The description Hal found on the back of this Green Lantern's background and history was obviously based upon his.  'They've even got you as a test pilot like me,' the Emerald Gladiator noticed.  'I could just see a good looking girl like you in an Air Force flight suit in the cockpit of an F-16 Viper giving other pilots hell as an adversary pilot at Red Flag before changing to Test Pilot school at Edwards and eventually ending up like me.'

Hal flipped the box to each of its sides to check out the pictures there, then back to the front to view the doll again.  "Yeah, I bet if I looked like you and had my flying skills, I'd have all kinds of opportunities for test pilot work, and also have all the other pilots and the guys in the League drooling over me."  Another perfect opening for Circe, and in the next instant the test pilot found his body and clothing replaced by a full size copy of the doll and her costume.  "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, noticing that her voice sounded like a blonde bimbo...which she apparently was as a brown haired Barbie.  "How did I get turned into a real live Barbie looking just like this doll?"  She knew what day it was, and added, "Is this somebody's weird idea for an April Fool's joke?"

She held the box up as if expecting to hear an answer from the doll's tiny and inanimate lips.  'These tits I've got are just too big to believe, but at least whatever it was that changed me let me feel so at ease with them, not even noticing their presumed massive weight.'  To check that out, she placed the box on the shelf and then placed her hands upright under her breasts to cup and heft them.  'Yep, they're as heavy as I figured, but it's as if I grew up with these monsters on my chest and became used to them as I matured.  I guess it's the same thing about standing in these goddamn heels...'  She walked over to the desk and got a ruler out of the drawer.  She set it against the heel of her right boot to check.  "Damn!  Six inches!" she said, knowing from what Carol and many of the girls in the Legion had said over the years that even four inches like Wonder Woman wore could be trouble.  But they felt just fine to her, so maybe that was another side benefit of whatever magic or...what...had changed her.

After she put the ruler back in the drawer, the gorgeous heroine started to head back for her seat and found herself saying, "Yeah, these killer heels are just a part of my sexy image!"  The last of the Justice League members to get changed just discovered her alternate personality which coincidentally gave her the knowledge that her name was Haley Jordan and in her costume she was known as Barbie Green Lantern.  A sort of discussion with this other side of her led the original and still more sane side of the new babe to know that she'd have to be careful to control her deep desire to use her body for more playful activities such as those found nearby in Nevada.

Barbie Green Lantern figured that since there was a ring on her finger, she probably still had all the same powers.  To test, she willed herself to appear next to the power battery which thankfully was still in its original, hidden position.  She did the traditional chant to charge her ring in a voice never before heard, "In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight!  Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power -- Green Lantern's light!"  She could feel the magnificent increase in the power on her finger, so the different voice apparently didn't matter to the power battery.  Then she found something yellow to see if that restriction was still on her.  Sure enough, the ring's power wouldn't touch it.

With a giggle, Barbie Green Lantern had the ring form two green hands which placed their fingertips at her nipples and proceeded to pinch and twist them to her sexual delight.  But doing anything more like that, such as a green dildo, was out of the question since what she just did seemed to empower her bimbo side.  To be safer, she willed herself back into the den and sat with the doll in her hand to consider all of this and her current situation.  The big wonder was if whoever had done this would show themselves and if she'd get changed back anytime soon.  It didn't seem like a good idea to mention anything to Carol or the rest of the League until more was known, so she decided to just bide her time.  One thing was for sure though, and that was that if she was going to be stuck like this for any length of time, some major league shopping was going to be called for.

* * *

With all the Justice League Barbie dolls now in the hands of their respective group members and done their mystical jobs, Circe was grinning with great satisfaction.  The reactions of each Leaguer had been much more intriguing than she had imagined, and now she was looking forward to their reactions to the upcoming further changes in about another twenty-five minutes or so.  She toyed with the idea of either making it so each of their alternate personalities took over during the alterations or even having the malevolent and malicious minds of the villainesses they were to become take the place of their current minds.  But having two actual sets of the villainesses in existence at the same time seemed pointless, and just like her predecessor the new Circe wanted very much to see how they all reacted to their replacement bodies and costumes.

Since the time was about right for Robin's Barbie to change back to Batgirl, a possible problem came to mind for the evil sorceress.  'Could it be better if when the girl wonder changes to Barbie Batgirl to become a junior partner of her mentor Barbie Batwoman, there won't be a real Batgirl around for her to consult?'  Again with her extensive knowledge of the Barbie range from her prior existence, Circe knew of the dolls which had puzzled the original witch.  But she didn't know anything about who they were.  But she did know about a wielder of wicked wizardry in that other dimension, and did a spell to place her in the mystical in between area with Loki shifted there to meet her.

"I haven't seen you in ages!" the mischievous maven of malicious magic greeted the sorceress he thought he knew from long ago.  "Why have you brought us together for this oh so private meeting?"

"I need some information, my friend," the grinning, purple haired witch replied.  "What can you tell me about Invisible Woman?"

"It would take weeks upon end to tell you everything I know about Susan Storm Richards," Loki said with a note of seriousness.  "Better idea, I'll plant in your mind every little bit and shred packed away in my memories so you'll know all there is to know about her."

An instant later, Circe discovered the data she'd just been given.  "Ah, thank you for much more than I could have imagined getting, and much, much quicker than expected.  If I can ever help you with information about any of the occupants of my dimension," she told him, "just give the word."

"That I will, my lovely but deadly friend.  Shall we say our goodbyes now?"

"Yes, and I'll await any requests from you," Circe said.  "Farewell, for now."  She did her spell to place them both back in their respective worlds.

Once more as with the time she'd spent with Lois Lane but nowhere near as drastically, the sorceress played with time so she'd be at the same point where all the changes had just finished.  At the same time that Circe arrived in her lair, thanks to all the newly acquired knowledge she had about Sue Storm, a mystically altered version of the Barbie Invisible Woman appeared on Barbara Gordon's living room coffee table.  Instead of the blue and white body suited version of the doll with shoulder length blonde Barbie hair, not quite elbow length white gloves and knee high white boots with typical Barbie heels which had been seen in Toys-R-Us and other toy stores though, this one was in what had been referred to as Invisible Woman's risque costume, with much longer and fuller mid-back length golden blonde hair.

Over small portions of the doll's torso in front was a bodice having a dark blue panty style bottom which continued up to her mid back and angled up and forward to meet the blue portions going up her sides and continue the angle upward to cover her huge breasts.  A high white collar was around her neck that had a V cut in front to the bottom of her neck and spread down over her shoulders in a wide circle.  A connecting white circle went down over the center of her chest having a very large number four cut out of its center to expose a lot of her cleavage.  A wide white belt design went straight across her back and angled down sharply across the top of the blue panty design.  This left her entire center chest below those big breasts open.  White gloves were on her arms up past her elbows with wide dark blue bands above them after a skip showing more skin.  Similarly, white skin tight boots came up well over her knees with wide dark blue bands halfway between the boot tops and her crotch.  As with all the other Barbies involved, the equivalent of six-inch heels accented these sexy boots.

Babs had been working the morning shift that Saturday at the library and got home a little after one after being subjected to numerous but inconsequential April Fool's jokes.  She'd been following news on her computer at work, but went straight to her own in her den to boot it up after getting in.  While it was coming alive, the gorgeous redhead still in her beige mini dress and tan work pumps having short block heels went to her kitchen to put together a light lunch of chicken noodle soup and a small tossed salad.  She took those into her den to eat while logging on, then spent a while doing her email and checking the GCPD website for any news which might call for her putting on her Batgirl costume and going to work in her other job.  Nothing showed up of any consequence other than both Harley and Ivy being placed back in Arkham after being apprehended the night before by her alter ego, with help from Batman and Robin.  When she finished and let the computer take a rest, Babs collected her two bowls and utensils to head back to the kitchen.

A surprise greeted Barbara's eyes upon crossing her living room.  What looked like one of the many costumed Barbie dolls was sitting on her coffee table.  'Granted, I was glued to my computer screen and may have missed any quiet sounds, but who could have gotten in and put this here?' she wondered.  The bowls and utensils were taken to the sink more quickly than had been intended and just rinsed for the time being.  The cute redhead then went back out into her living room to check out her twelve or so inch intruder.

She sat on her couch opposite the open, plastic covered front of the doll's box.  Babs had seen the Invisible Woman Barbie doll before along with of course the one of her which she thought looked really great, another superb one of her friend Supergirl, the two of Harley and Ivy that looked okay but not as spectacular in her opinion and best of all, a really fantastic looking one of Barbie as Catwoman.  The redhead wondered about this much different version of Invisible Woman.  She had no idea who this stunning looking blonde was, nor that one called Elektra.  So two questions pertained to this doll, one being how did it get to be where she'd found it, and the other being why it looked so incredibly good and very different from the other dolls with that name she'd seen.

The doll seemed to be just another Barbie variation in a perfectly normal looking box, but still the young woman tried to imagine how it had gotten there.  She wasn't known to be a doll buyer or collector, so it was unlikely a magical friend like Zatanna had sent it as a surprise gift.  Could Selina or Helena have found this much sexier looking version of the doll and gotten it, then used their uncanny breaking and entering skills to leave it for her to see and be impressed by as some kind of April Fool's joke?  That was the only conclusion that came to mind.

Barbara picked up the box to get a closer look at the skin baring and awesome looking costume.  The history of Invisible Woman on the back didn't give very much to go on for the young woman with a photographic memory whose detective skills rivaled those of the Dark Knight, since it was intended to be read for the most part by young girls.  At least it was said that she was a super heroine in a small group called the Fantastic Four with the abilities to turn herself and anyone in contact with her invisible, to project a force field around herself and anyone close by and to utilize her force field as weapons such as darts, a hammer, a ramrod and other such uses.  More pictures of the sexy super heroine were on the two sides, and after turning the box back to the front, Babs said, "You must be a very good teammate for the others in your group.  If I could turn myself invisible and be like you, it would make crime fighting a lot more interesting!"

Instantly, instead of bare hands holding the box, there were hands inside skintight white latex gloves holding it.  A glance down showed dark blue bands around her thighs with white boots made of the same erotic material as the gloves starting just below them.  Instead of loose beige covering her big but by no means overly large breasts, white latex with a big, open number four exposing a lot of cleavage was molded closely over the absolutely huge breasts on her chest that made a lot of the exotic dancers she'd seen seem underdeveloped.  Instead of red hair, long and luxuriously silky golden blonde hair was partially in front of her shoulders and draped over those monsters in white.  She noticed that her nipples were likewise quite enormous, and were poking out in that sexy looking white latex.  She gasped, then in wonder said, "What's going on?!  I've been turned into a real, full size version of this doll dressed in a very sexy and erotic latex version of her costume!"

A voice totally unfamiliar had been heard by her ears, which bore all the traits of a totally brainless blonde bimbo.  Since the doll was a version of Barbie, the most definitely not brainless side of the new woman's personality knew very well why she had a bimbo's voice.  She put the box back down on the table, then bent over to look at the heels on the boots clinging tightly to her beautifully shaped legs.  The perceived arch she'd noticed had provoked her interest, and upon seeing the erotically sexy six-inch stiletto heels, she gasped once again.  "Wow!  Such super high heels, and they feel perfectly normal to me," she said.  "Just like I can tell I have such massive breasts, but don't feel them weighing me down in front or anything."

"Well, yeah...I am a living doll, don't you know," her heretofore unnoticed alternate personality said while standing to even more impress both of them with the boot heels, giving this latest Barbie the insight of a second personality gained by those preceding her.  She also found that her name was now Susan Storm Richards, usually called Sue, and that she was Barbie Invisible Woman.  No trace of Barbara Gordon or Batgirl remained, but at least while she kept her brainless bimbo side out of control, Sue knew who she once had been.  She perceived great difficulties ahead in trying to tell anyone who she really was...or rather had been.  But at least all her Batgirl costumes and accessories were still in the closet to show any unbelievers, she figured.  Which brought another upcoming problem to mind.  If whoever or whatever had changed her didn't become known and reverse it, not a thing she owned would fit this body which was now hers.

Sue sat down again and picked up the tiny version of herself that presumably had been a key to her becoming who she was now.  Just to see if more than her body and costume were new, she thought to become invisible.  To any others, she would have disappeared.  To Sue herself, however, she could see herself in a sort of ghostly form.  The box in her hand was still quite solid looking, so she extended her cloak and it too turned ghostly looking to her.  She dropped that, then put the box on the table to lift it via force field.  'This is almost as good as telekinesis,' she thought, using a term well known in her other dimension world but almost unheard of in her normal world.  'Even if this is a totally new and different body for me, these super powers I now have are really great.'

Further tests were done, along with going into deep thought with at least part of her mind trying to figure out what was going on.  One thing she discovered was a font of knowledge her bimbo side had but couldn't easily tap concerning not just Elektra but also her husband Reed Richards and her younger brother Johnny Storm, Mr. Fantastic and Human Torch respectively and lastly Benjamin Grimm, the ever lovin' Thing, her Fantastic Four teammates, then Daredevil, Hulk and She-Hulk, Spider-Man, the Avengers and so many other until then unknown to her heroes, heroines, villains and villainesses.  She also now knew that not too long ago, she herself had been mind controlled by Psycho-Man and his self-created minion, Hate Monger, to become the super villainess Malice, the Mistress of Hate.  This revelation made her shudder.

The whole time this was going on, she kept her doll close at hand or actually in her hand.  Becoming Barbie Invisible Woman had turned out to be much more involved than the part of her mind still having a small inkling of the idea that she was Barbara Gordon could have imagined.

* * *

Now upstairs in Wayne Manor, the three Barbie clones were in the process of checking the closet in what was Alfred's bedroom.  Just before Barbie French Maid reached to slide open the closet door, the box in Barbie Robin's hand suddenly changed to its original name and design with the Barbie inside altering from a black haired Robin to the original red haired Batgirl.  Unlike their good friend and almost constant distaff Bat partner, the doll had glorious looking red hair long enough to reach her elegantly shaped rear end and thighs.  The doll's costume was identical in every way to the original's, with but two exceptions.  Their friend's neck to toes black bat suit having a golden yellow bat splayed out across the tops of her breasts was just a little bit shiny lycra spandex.  The one on the Barbie Batgirl was very shiny.  Because of the spell Circe had put on all the dolls, her yellow boots also had the exceedingly high spike heels that every one of the others did.

At the same time the doll and her box changed, Tasha found herself to be sealed in from her neck down by a glossy as if polished black latex bat suit with a golden yellow bat spread over her incredibly big breasts.  She also felt the mask and cowl now covering her head made from the same tight fitting, shiny black latex.  "Tasha, your hair!" Barbie Batwoman exclaimed upon seeing her partner's instantaneous change.  "Check that box you're holding, it just changed apparently.  Not only did you change with it and are dressed exactly like her, but you've got the same really long stunning red hair she does!"

The newly reminted Barbie clone took a quick look at the box in her hand, then tilted her head to let her butt length mane get out past her golden yellow inside and black outside, bat scalloped and knee length cape.  "Oh yeah, it's way longer than what...than...Linda, I can't think of what I was trying to get at.  I seem to think I'm almost the same as but even sexier than...than...there isn't anybody I can put in that comparison.  Also, you called me Tasha.  Why?  Surely you know my name is Barbara, or Babs among friends?  I'm Barbie Batgirl, of course."

Barbie Batwoman cursed under her breath, while Barbie French Maid gasped upon hearing the start of Barbie Batgirl's question, both wondering for just a second or two what might have happened to Barbara Gordon.  But as soon as her statement was finished, the magic had erased all knowledge of the original Barbara Gordon from their minds as well as the one in the new version of her with a Barbie body.  But all three of them did still have the knowledge that Babs had been Tim until not long ago.  None had any idea that she'd been Barbie Robin until just moments ago.

Now with things seeming to be perfectly normal, Barbie French Maid got back to opening her closet door.  The decor of the bedroom had given a clue as to what they'd find since it looked exactly the same as before.  Inside, they all saw the same old clothes Alfred had hanging in there.  "It does look like we've got some shopping to do," she told them.

* * *

At Shadowcrest, Barbie Zatanna considered the fact that Circe had made her look so different.  It was obvious that with the body she now had, none of her original clothing would fit any longer.  On the chance that she wasn't the only one the purple haired witch had victimized, she came up with a spell actually inspired by her other, doll based personality.  "roF enoyna degnahc otni a eibraB ydob ekil em yb ecriC, tel lla rieht gnihtolc, secalp erehw yeht evil dna krow dna gnihtyreve tuoba ytilaer eb tcerroc rof eht yaw yeht era won, tub peek lla seiromem fo enoyna degnahc tcatni."

Her intention was only to make things a bit easier for herself and any other victims of Circe's Barbie fixation, bur Barbie Zatanna's spell would prove to be way more far-reaching than she could have imagined.  To see what her spell had done for herself, the now even more beautiful mage walked to her bedroom and upon opening the closet found things to be obviously sized for the huge chest and tiny waist she now sported.  With a big grin she headed back to her den to read some more and wait to see if any of her teammates would be getting in touch.  If not, sooner or later she'd get in touch with Dinah up at the duty desk to let her know what had happened.

* * *

Both Babs and Linda had already turned away from Monique's closet but, as the owner of so many clothes that for the time being were useless, she was still looking longingly at the male attire.  The next moment, as the very much American French Maid yelled, "Hey, what the?!" her partners saw the way the bedroom's decor suddenly looked exceedingly feminine.  "Girls, didn't we just see that all the clothes in my closet were useless because they were Alfred's?  Take a look now," she continued with a big grin on her very pretty face, "every little bit of it is mine, and mine alone!"

"More of this arcane magic, I presume," Barbie Batwoman replied.  "No need to go up to my room, I bet.  Odds are my bedroom is fitted out just as finely as yours, with my closets filled to the brim with all kinds of very nice, ultra feminine clothes."

"Linda," Barbie Batgirl said softly, "I still seem to think I used to be Tim Drake and had worried about my father at home.  But those memories seem to be fading and getting harder to grasp.  With these changes we just saw, and the way I know my name is Barbara Gordon, do I have a totally different father now and a place to live completely different from before?  I'm getting very confused now."

Barbie Batwoman stood there speechless for a moment, lost in her own confusion brought on by the magic spell.  "Miss Barbara," Monique said to break the silence, "I seem to think that your past as Tim Drake has been erased completely, except for what the three of us still have weakly in our memories.  What I see as your home is the apartment Barbara Gordon has lived in and used for her base as Batgirl ever since you got away from your father, our police commissioner."  She paused.  "See, I even used that direct pronoun in that last sentence.  Things must be changing quite a bit, not just our clothes and living spaces."

"I hesitate to think that this may even have gone so deep as to affect my business background," Linda said finally.  "If we don't get changed back to our original selves by Sunday night, I'll have to start checking if Selinda Wayne is expected at her desk in WayneTech, or if Bruce Wayne is still expected in.  Let's just see what happens coming up, and hope either Supes or any others in the Justice League get in touch.  If nobody calls us, we'll have to call them, I suppose.  If we're the only ones changed, can you imagine the shock it'll be to all the others?"

* * *

In Barbie Arrowette's arrow practice lounge, she heard her Justice League pager beep.  She hit the answer button, and her girlfriend Dinah's face showed on the small view screen.  "Olivia, you can't believe how lonely it's been up here.  Are you still going to be home when I beam back down a little after 6?"

"You know I will," the ace archer replied.  "You know that whenever I'm away from you I don't let any other women...or men (shudder) get anywhere near my body."

"As much as I've been tempted by the Amazon every now and then, you're still the only woman for me, too!  I'll see you again in a few hours, lover."

"Hugs and kisses, Dinah!  Bye!"  She killed the link with a big grin on her face.

* * *

Barbie Atom and Barbie Hustler were finally over their worries about the changes they'd gone through.  "Jeannie, before you get out there to get so many more cocks into your tight pussy, will you let me ravish you a little bit right here at home?"

"How could I refuse my own life mate?" the whore who couldn't wait told her.  As expected, she found her shrunken lesbian lover doing all her favorite tricks in bed just moments later.

* * *

Wanda West was still looking for good bargains on the shopping channel even after she'd finally gotten curious and done a blink of an eye fast check of her closet.  Not only was it filled end to end with the finest in feminine day and night wear, but everything in her bedroom and the rest of the house looked just perfect for the babe she was now.  She'd just gotten settled again in her chair when the doorbell rang.  She hesitated, but then lightning fast changed from Barbie Flash to Wanda in Saturday casual.  A peek through the door security eyepiece showed there was nothing to worry about, it was her girlfriend Linda.

"Hello, lover!" the cute brunette said to her better than good blonde friend.  "I was getting bored, can I spend some time in your arms over here this afternoon?"

"In my arms and in my bed, if you so desire!" Wanda said as her girlfriend was ushered in.  "Wanna go shopping at the mall later on?"

"Don't you know it!" Linda said, then planted a sloppy kiss on her lover's lips.

* * *

Barbie Aquamaid was helping Mera with some different underwater hair styles when her lover suggested, "Why don't you go ahead and do that mental scan of all our people.  I'm sure they won't have any problem with you and I continuing to rule our queendom together."

Amanda took the suggestion and did a quick scan, then told Mera, "As long as I keep my legs for most of the time and not turn into my more sexy form as a mermaid, the general consensus is that us being together is the best thing possible."

Mera grinned.  "So who's to know when you become my very own personal mermaid paramour?"  The busty blonde matched her smile as a tail took the place of her legs.

* * *

Barbie Green Lantern became a bit worried when after mulling her situation for a while, the phone in her office rang.  Should she answer it with her obviously way different from usual voice?  She decided to play it by ear.  "Hello?"

"Haley, this is Jim.  Jerry took the JMA up earlier this morning and still couldn't nail down that fluctuation in the Alpha stab system.  We need your own smooth touch in that bitch's cockpit.  I hate to ask, but can you do a test tomorrow morning for us?"

Everything in her head became clear after hearing that, which was said just after Barbie Zatanna finished her spell.  With zest, the best female test pilot to ever strap in replied, "You know I will!  While that turkey is down this afternoon and tonight, make sure Karen can tweak the electrical circuits."

"Gotcha, babe.  Have a great day, and we'll see you at sunrise tomorrow."

* * *

Diana King had woken up about half past two, shortly after all the other Justice League members had become Barbies like her.  As much as she enjoyed her current body and the more free thinking, to hell with any laws or righteous values attitude that went with it, she felt a return to her Diana Prince alter ego and from there her super heroine identity as the presently Wonder Barbie was in order.  By now she figured it was about time to let the others know what had happened to her.  After getting out of bed she did a spin to make her long blonde hair become a wig again over her Barbie body, then pulled the wig and wig cap off.  To skip the step of soaking in a tub or basking in a shower, she just spun again to make her black hair look perfect, her body be fresh as spring, and her heroine costume to be fully in place.  Wonder Barbie put Diana King's wig cap and wig back in the closet, thinking about the night to come, then went to sit in the living room with that doll she'd fished out her lingerie drawer.  To her great surprise, a little while later the phone rang.

'I haven't given this number to anyone,' she mused, but maybe either the agency or her teammate the master detective had dug deeply and found it.  "Hello?"

"Diana, it's good to hear your voice," Doug Carter from her office at IADC said.  "You don't have to worry about anyone ogling your new and much more sexy body.  After yesterday, word went out that you're to be accepted no matter what you look like.  We need you and your superior mental skills back with us again.  I hope the rest of your weekend goes well, and that we'll see you at your desk Monday morning."

"I'm glad to hear that, Doug.  I've been so worried that this strange change I went through would make me a laughing stock," she told him.  "I do hope, however, that this phone number is still going to remain as tight and secure as the address of this hideaway place I use."

"Ha!  I was able to finally find the number after so much digging, you hid it so well.  I still have no clue as to where the phone is, and if you want to make me forget I found your number, get in touch with Wonder Woman and have her come in with her golden lasso.  I haven't told anyone else about my discovery, so your secure place still is," Doug assured her.  "I presume it will be more than simple for you to get word to the Amazon, because as I understand it, she also happens to look like a Barbie doll right now.  Oh, now I understand why you didn't wish to come in.  Kinda hard to have a secret identity when there's a giveaway physical trait shared by similar looking women.  I guess you'd better just come in as Wonder Barbie and put your lasso around me, then go back into hiding as Diana until you can get changed back."

"Now you know why I was hoping to stay out of circulation for the time being, Doug.  Expect to have your mind wiped on Monday morning."

"Okay, and don't worry, you can trust me to keep my mouth shut until then.  Goodbye, and I hope things work out okay for you."

"Bye, Doug."

'I wonder how he found out about my being Wonder Barbie now,' the altered Amazon mused after hanging up the phone.

* * *

Not far from where Haley Jordan as Barbie Green Lantern was mulling her task for the test flight, Hexata was having a good time playing with the new and very realistic looking Wonder Woman Barbie after finishing lunch.  She knew her Aunt Circe wanted her to keep the doll safe for her, but as long as she was careful, nothing could happen to it.  As flexible and posable as the doll was, she found it very easy to pull off the costume.

Now nude, the mind of Princess Diana inside her shrunken and plasticized body thought, 'I guess I'm about to become a tiny mannequin with lots of different outfits displayed on me.'

A sort of shock came to the miniature Amazon when the replacement for her heroine costume became apparent.  The original Hex had obtained one of those incredible looking Catwoman Barbies soon after it had been released and the present Hex was holding it in her left hand with the naked Wonder Woman in the other.  The young witch knew it would take quite a while to undress and then dress the two dolls, and also that what fit the Barbie so well might not fit over the little Wonder Woman.  So to speed things up and make certain everything would be perfect, she did a spell.  The next moment, the Barbie in her left hand was naked and Diana in her right hand was inside head to toe shiny black which clung to her body as if being stretchy latex.  She couldn't tell, but the little witch's spell had also changed her eyes to green and given a new body, face and hair.

"There, now you are no longer a very realistic looking Wonder Woman, you're a new and more wicked appearing than ever, incredibly realistic and good looking, no...make that bad looking Catwoman.  I don't know who you were before as Wonder Woman, but now you're my own little Selina Kyle.  The real Selina doesn't look anywhere near as evil as you do now, nor act as bad and wicked as I know you want to.  I'm glad Mattel thought up a costume for Catwoman that looks so much like a dominatrix.  That whip you're holding is just perfect for that!"

The young witch's spell went deeper than she could have imagined, being unaware of the spell the original Hex had done earlier.  The mind being aware of what was going on and feeling and sensing everything no longer thought of herself as Diana Prince.  No, she knew she was Selina Kyle, one of, no make THE most evil villainess in the world with the conniving and demanding attitudes of a vicious dominatrix.

* * *

Barbie Invisible Woman was still sitting in what she knew to be the living room of the woman she had been when to clarify things she picked up the box holding the smaller version of herself and went to her bedroom to make certain her costumes were in the closet to prove who she really was.  The first couple of steps through the living room made everything sort of go blurry for her, but when all became solid again it was a much different living room and one she felt right at home in.

Because of a cross between the spells done by Circe first and then Zatanna, when that zone of obscurity was passed through, it was Susan Storm Richards who now thought she'd been turned into a Barbie version of herself.  There was no longer anything in her mind which pertained to Barbara Gordon, and it had been at just this moment that Tim Drake as Barbie Batgirl and her two companions lost any connection to any Babs Gordon other than the new one.

The entrance to her bedroom was directly in front of Susan.  It wasn't the bedroom that Barbara Gordon or any other woman with Barbara's memories would have seen as familiar.  She recognized her away bedroom in the apartment she was occupying while on a mission to investigate a redhead in this other world in an alternate dimension from theirs her husband Reed had found who looked so much like Spider-Man's wife Mary Jane and wore a black and gold costume calling herself Batgirl.  When she went to her closet, the gorgeous blonde saw that her worries were over, it looked like all her brought along regular clothing, under cover disguise clothing and spare costumes were resized for her new body, along with the special costume she'd brought along to lure Batgirl into getting close to her.  Relieved, she went over to the window to look down upon the busy downtown Gotham City street where she was staying.  A very sly grin came to her face as what was planned for that evening came to mind, on those very streets down below.  She'd have to be more careful than originally planned though, since the alternate personality in her mind might slip into control during the night hours.

* * *

Only a few minutes after Barbie Zatanna had taken her seat, a surprise visitor arrived using the safe stealth approach methods used over the years.  "Hello, Zee," Barbie Superbabe said as she walked up to the amazed magician.  "Or should I greet you as Barbie Zee?  I see you've become a victim of the same April Fool's joke or whatever as me."

"Superman?!" the altered Zee said while coming to her feet.  "I see you have a Barbie doll like the one I got.  Right after I changed, I did a spell to show who did this to me and saw Circe's image."

"Barbie Superbabe now," her guest corrected, nodding.  "My computer up in the Fortress narrowed down who could have done this to me as you, Dr. Fate, Wizard, Felix Faust and Circe.  I doubted either you or Fate would have had anything to do with this, and now I know for sure you didn't.  Both Faust and Wizard are still secure inside Konfort, so that left Circe and I'm glad you confirmed it for me.  My ultimate question is now probably the same as yours - why?"

"I so much as asked that after seeing her face," Barbie Zatanna replied, "but obviously got no answer.  Only a couple of minutes ago, I did a spell to give myself and anybody else Circe might have victimized clothing that fit our bodies, places where we live and work be proper for us, and just plain let reality echo the way we are now."

Barbie Superbabe gave that some thought for a moment before saying, "That sounds good except maybe the alteration of reality.  That might have taken things a bit too far.  Hell, it might mean everybody at the Planet would expect to see Clark Kent as a Barbie clone named...now that's something, I haven't given any thought to what my name in this new body could be.  Anyway, let's find out just who your spell worked for.  Show us the way they are now as Barbies, and also their original faces side by side."

Barbie Zatanna nodded.  "yalpsiD rof su ydobyreve degnahc otni a eibraB yb ecriC, htiw rieht lanigiro seititnedi txen ot meht dna eht seman yeht og yb won woleb."

In the air above the pair's heads, quite a few images appeared.  Wonder Woman, Atom and his wife Jean, Batman, Robin and also Alfred, Aquaman, themselves, Flash, Green Lantern and Green Arrow, Black Canary and lastly, Batgirl.  They were interested to see two Barbie versions next to Aquaman, one with her legs and the other as her mermaid version.    Both of the observers were shocked to see who Batgirl had become, because both knew about the Fantastic Four in that other dimension but nothing about the costume Babs as Sue was wearing.  And with Robin now being Barbie Batgirl, it seemed more was going on than was obvious.  "By Rao," Barbie Superbabe said softly.  "Every single one of us, plus a few extras.  Canary should still be up on duty.  Let's do another spell and get everybody that got changed and also Lois up to the Watchtower's conference room with their dolls so we can do something together.  You may also want to make it so Circe can still see what we're doing, but not affect us in any way.  What's your term for that, a ward?"

Barbie Zatanna giggled.  "Yes, a ward, but most definitely not a prize for accomplishment.  A ward, not award.  Say that with a bit more care, you who know so little about magic."  She saw her very much changed friend scowl, then considered her spell.  "llA eht ALJ srebmem, on rettam tahw yeht kool ekil won dna desserd ni rieht semutsoc, dna enoyna esle denrut otni a eibraB yb ecriC, sulp sioL enaL, nioj ni eht ecnerefnoc moor fo eht rewothctaW.  teL ecriC llits eb elbla ot hctaw, tub kcolb yna rehtruf sgniht ehs dluow od ot su."  The two of them vanished from Shadowcrest's den, with the spell's not being time limited meaning Circe would never again be able to get to any of them.  If, that is, the ward was stronger than Circe's greatly increased magic power.

Instantaneously, around the conference room table of the Justice League's Moon headquarters were seated all the usually seen JLA members looking at a jokingly done sign above Barbie Zatanna having a big black arrow pointing down and saying, 'Yes, I just zapped us all here.'  All of course were now as beautiful Barbie doll clones including Wonder Barbie, Atom's wife who was now Jeannie and now fully clothed again like her seconds before lover, Barbie Batgirl who was next to the ones who used to be Batman and Alfred, Barbie Invisible Woman, Lois Lane who took a bit longer to figure out how and why she got there and looked perfectly normal, and in a big surprise for everyone, especially Barbie Superbabe and Barbie Zatanna who hadn't seen her face was another normal looking woman, Catwoman in the most wicked looking costume any of them had ever seen her in.  The feline felon was wondering what the fuck was going on, but sat there looking stoic for the time being.

Upon seeing Catwoman joining them for some odd reason, the alarmed Barbie Zatanna said, "peeK ydobyreve ni rieht staes, elba ot kaeps tub ton teg pu dna evom."

Her spell prevented Barbie Aquamaid from changing to her legs.  She had found herself yanked from Mera's side and sitting on her tail in the chair, more than a bit awkwardly.

* * *

Back down on Earth, Linda Park and Queen Mera were wondering where their lovers had gone all of a sudden.  They wouldn't be concerned much longer, a spell was going to be done in moments.

In Los Angeles, Hexata was wondering where her little Catwoman went.

* * *

"Things don't seem to be exactly as we'd expected," Barbie Superbabe said to those around her.  "To make things as clear as possible, I want everyone around the table to have access to any memories they used to have, even if due to these changes new ones have taken their place."

Barbie Zatanna had noted Barbie Aquamaid's plight, and took her cue from both that observation and what Barbie Superbabe had said.  "oN rettam ohw yna fo su skniht yeht era won, emoceb ylluf erawa fo lanigiro seititnedi.  oslA, fi enoyna ereh dah neeb htiw enoemos esle, ecalp eht snoinapmoc yeht tfel ni rieht semoh sa fi d'yeht neeb enola."

As soon as the mage finished, Catwoman spoke up.  "I'm presuming my presence is what brought on that spell.  I look like, am dressed as and know for a fact that my name is Selina Kyle and I'm the most evil villainess on Earth."  She noticed her voice sounded different from before to the part of her who had been Wonder Woman, but eminently familiar to the ultra wicked feline felon she had become.  With the other changes she'd noted about herself, a good guess was that it was Selina Kyle's voice.  "Question for you, Barbie Batwoman.  Is the voice coming from between my lips a familiar one?"

She nodded.  "Of course, whose other voice could you have, Selina?"

"Thanks, now I know for sure.  But I'm sure the original Selina who's a royal pain in the ass for you some of the time and practically a good friend at other times is still down there in Gotham.  I only became a passionately more evil version of her mere minutes ago.  You see, now I also know that my name used to be Princess Diana.  So while I may still look incredibly wicked and evil, I'm a really good girl in a very bad girl's costume."

Every face in the room turned to Wonder Barbie.  "Uh, oh..." she said softly.  "I'm not the one who actually did all of this to each of you, but I used to be Circe.  I turned Wonder Woman into a doll and took her place as a Barbie clone, but the young witch I was...working with, for want of a better term, took away my powers and gave them to herself to become the new Circe.  She took aware my memories of who I'd been and made me think I was the Amazon who became the first Barbie victim of Circe.  I wonder now what she did to the doll I turned Wonder Woman into if she's now a new and way more evil...and also good...giggle!...Catwoman.  If none of you knew before, that costume she's wearing is like the one on the Catwoman Barbie."  She kept her mouth shut about Barbie Batwoman's doll, since she didn't know what Hex might have added to the spell after she took her place as Circe.

To take some of the heat off of Wonder Barbie, Barbie Invisible Woman spoke up.  "Until your spell just now, I only knew of myself as being Susan Storm Richards, here in this world to check out something my husband Reed Richards had found in his lab research.  Now I know I used to be Barbara Gordon, known to most of you as Batgirl."

"I doubt any of you can figure out why I'm here," Barbie Hustler then said.  "I'm Atom's wife Jean, but after I told her how much I wished we had been together this afternoon so we both could have been changed to look so good, my wish got heard by whoever did this to us and gave me a lot more than I'd asked for.  I can barely control my sexual urges as the promiscuous Barbie whore I am now."

Now Barbie Batgirl finally knew she'd been Tim Drake before again and felt very relieved.

Then Lois Lane finally said something.  "I was with my husband when we found the Barbie doll in a Superwoman costume this morning.  It's still a big puzzle as to how it got into our place, and now that I see what it's done to Clark, the question of who and why is even more important."  She knew very well the answers to all those questions, but as a very willing assistant to Circe, she was keeping her lips sealed.  She was more than pleased to see all the very sexy Barbies around the table, and hoped that her 'boss' was either seeing through her eyes, or otherwise aware.

With things seemingly back to normal, Barbie Zatanna undid the no moving around spell.

She knew the time was short for the ultimate change Circe had set up for the dolls, so Lois said, "Except Catwoman, you each have the dolls which the, as Wonder Barbie said, the new Circe used to change each of you.  So that we can all be able to see how close everyone looks to their dolls, anybody holding it in their laps or at their sides, place your doll on the table."  All the dolls, including Barbie French Maid and Barbie Hustler became placed in front of each of them.  Only Catwoman and Lois had nothing in front of them.

Lois had been almost perfect with her timing, as the boxes moments later altered to either their original villainess Barbie titles or the modified ones as generated by Circe.

In front of Barbie Batwoman, her box changed to look almost exactly like the Catwoman sitting across from her, but with much larger appearing breasts.  A shiny black catsuit covered the doll's body with a zipper closing it from her waist to a spot between her beasts, spreading up from there to go wide over her shoulders, exposing very much cleavage in the process.  It looked like a second skin of shiny black on the Barbie with a wickedly made up face.  The doll's mane of waist length ebony hair was pulled through the slot in the back of the matching cat eared cowl which was pulled tight over the doll's head, the special shaping of the eye holes of the mask emphasizing the shaping of her eyebrows.  A wide black choker was around her neck, clipped together in front with a large, silver framed and icy-clear gem.  Opera length black gloves with long, sharp silver claws and thigh high black boots with the equivalents of one-inch platforms and seven-inch heels added to her evil look.  A deep purple cape was clipped to her shoulders and went down to her ankles.  A wide black belt was wrapped around her narrow waist, hooked in front by a large, rectangular silver buckle, and clutched in the doll's right hand was the long bullwhip.  Aside from Circe's addition to the heel height, this was the very doll that the sorceress had purchased from the shelf in Toys-R-Us.

Barbie Batgirl's box changed to show Catgirl as the partner of Catwoman.  Instead of red hair, the doll reverted back to black but still in the very long length.  A sleeveless black bodice with high cut French legs and having such a small amount of material as to make Barbie Invisible Woman's risque outfit look modest in comparison was over her torso.  The two black strips going up at an angle over her huge breasts and thence over her shoulders to meet again halfway down her back were only wide enough to barely cover her aureolae.  Black fishnet pantyhose covered her legs with the black panty bottom of the bodice hiding the hosiery's panty bottom portion.  Shoulder length black gloves with silver claws like Catwoman's graced her arms and laced up tight, knee high black boots enhanced her legs.  A black domino mask sweeping high and wide to lofty points looked catty and wicked, while an inch wide black belt with a silver cat head buckle hung at a sexy angle from her waist on the left side to her hip on the right, a cat weapons bag being attached to this low point.  Clipped to the belt above and behind the bag was her own coiled bullwhip.

Barbie French Maid's box now showed Spellbinder.  The original young villainess upon whom this doll was based was the daughter of the first villain to use that name.  As on this doll, her basic garments were a black panty rakishly cut in a V shape in front and a black sleeveless top which covered from just below her breasts up leaving the middle of her torso bare.  Over these were a lilac colored, long sleeved shirt jacket which came only a bit below her black top, a wide lilac belt angled the same as Catgirl's with an accessory thin lilac belt going down over her left thigh from a ring on the main belt and back up to another ring on her backside.  She also had lilac wrist length gloves and ankle high lilac boots.  Even her hair, long on the right side and close cropped on the left, was dyed that same shade of lilac.  Studded black bands were around each of her wrists, a chain was looped over her left shoulder and even lighter purple goggles covered her eyes, looking solid but see through for her.

Barbie Invisible Woman shuddered again as the box in front of her changed to show the Barbie version of Malice.  A fascinatingly shaped black dress with a diamond shaped cut out around her navel and the upper edges forming a wedge rising to a spot directly below and between her huge breasts, a front piece cut at similar angles hanging down to below her knees and an angular cut out at its tip and a shorter angular piece going down over her tush covered her lower back.  Matching the angle of the front piece cut was the tops of her thigh high black boots that peaked at her crotch and continued the angle down to terminate behind her knees.  Shoulder length, fingerless black gloves with silver spikes over her knuckles were on her arms, a black bra top meeting the outer sides of the dress and connected to the very high collar which was red on the inside and black on the outside, a knee length and raggedly cut cape with wide shoulder parts connected to the collar and of the same colors completed her body coverings.  A wide black collar with long silver spikes was around her throat, a head covering cowl and mask with angled openings for her eyes and angled down to expose her mouth and chin had huge silver spikes in a line from her nose to the back of her neck and another line from ear to ear covered her head and a pair of spiked bands were around her wrists.

Barbie Aquamaid's box showed a sexy, Barbie version of Black Manta, one of Aquaman's old male foes.  The doll had a shiny black body suit covering it like Batgirl's had but in just solid black.  It was like a glossy black wet suit, and encasing her head to allow no skin or hair to be seen was a wide vertical tubing around her neck with a wide oval from above and shallow oval from the front casing over her head.  A small black water jet pack was attached to her back with air generators included having hoses leading up over the head casing to go down and connect on each outer top side.  The lenses of the red eye slits contained powerful lasers which even worked underwater.  Knee high black boots added even more shaping to her already nicely shaped lower legs, and black divers' gloves covered her hands.

Barbie Black Canary was now looking at a box showing Barbie as Cheshire.  The very full and long black hair of the doll crowned a typically gorgeous Barbie face which had Southeast Asian features and green eyes.  A mid green panty was basic since the left side sleeveless and right side long sleeved dress of the same color was cut wide to expose each of her hips up to her tiny waist and was short enough that almost any motion at all would let the panty be seen from the front and back.  Wide lighter green and lacy edging was around the top of the dress, merging at the center of her cleavage to go straight down and meet the identical wide belt around her waist with a huge jade buckle.  Mid green hose with stay up tops went up to her mid thighs with the same light green band around the tops and going down the centers.  Knee high light green boots had large folded down cuffs with big jades like the buckle centered in front.  A big silver bracelet like Wonder Woman's was over her left forearm with another less massive silver band around her upper left arm covered with jade ovals.  A mid green choker was around her throat and a mid green band was around her head at the hairline, both with jades at front center.  A large, pink petaled flower was tattooed on top of her left breast, and her green nails were as long and sharp as Catwoman's glove claws.

Barbie Zatanna freaked out almost as much as the blonde in skin baring white and blue when her box altered to show Barbie as Allura...the evil to the core, long black haired version of the witches sharing the name.  A deep purple, sleeveless bodice covered the sides of her torso with a wide rectangular cut out showing the center of her cleavage and ending well below her navel.  The gap on her back was in the shape of a diamond, its bottom point being at the top of her rear's crack.  A same color bifurcated cape went from her neck to each wrist, attached to the gold bracelets.  Five gold circular ornaments went down the center of each purple side, the top two having gold chains connecting them and the third ones being over her nipples.  The fifth ones were just above the base of the cut out, with the fourth ones centered between the third and fifth.  The thigh high deep purple boot on her right leg had a very deep folded over cuff cut into many separated strips, while the knee high one on her left had much deeper strip cut cuffs.  Just below her knee over the right boot was another gold bracelet.

Barbie Superbabe saw her box change to show Barbie as the Wonder Woman twin named Lois Lane who was the evil Superwoman of the Crime Syndicate from that alternate Earth she was from.  A shiny black bodice or minimal leotard covered only the middle portion of her torso and crotch with leg openings cut even higher than Catgirl's, nearly to her tiny waist.  In front it covered each of her huge breasts from her aureolae down, cut to show expansive amounts of her cleavage.  Opera length shiny black gloves covered her arms and smaller, black equivalents of Wonder Woman's bracelets were behind her wrists.  A short cape going down to the top of her shapely rear was black on the outside and gold on the inside, attached to her shoulders at big, circular caps.  A silver chain went down to front center from each of these to hold a big silver circle with a silver S in it.  A thin black choker was around her throat, and unseen was the golden lasso which for this evil Amazon could not only be immaterial until needed but also take on any shape or form its mistress desired.  Her shiny black boots came only halfway up her lower legs with wide, V shaped slits cut down their fronts.

Barbie Arrowette saw another Barbie in green show up on her box, Poison Ivy looking much better than any of them who'd seen the box in the stores before.  The doll still had the same costume as from the store version, but had the much better looking face like those on Catwoman and Wonder Woman.  Her glorious red hair fell to her mid thighs and she had sexy green eyes.  Pale green fishnet pantyhose covered her legs with a shiny, leafy green bodice much like Superwoman's graced her torso.  It was cut to have angled sections going down over her upper thighs.  Originally the doll had fingerless, shoulder length matching green gloves, but Circe had changed them to match the artwork on the box showing the poisonous super villainess with a plant fetish having full hand covering shoulder length gloves.  A green choker was around her throat with leafy shapes hanging down all the way around.  Matching green boots came up to well below her knees in front and angled high to almost her knees in back and had Barbie equivalents of two-inch platforms with eight-inch heels.  The doll even had a suitcase sized box looking like a lunch pail having Ivy's picture on it included.

The super fast, long blonde haired Barbie in red and gold saw her box showing an equally better looking red and black clad Barbie villainess with not a shred of her blonde hair showing, Harley Quinn.  The body suit covering her had two divisions, one vertically front and back and the other horizontal just below her breasts.  This divided the body suit into quarters, the upper left and lower right being red and the upper right and lower left being black.  Black diamonds accentuated her upper left thigh and mid calf along with her left forearm, while red ones were on her right shoulder and upper right calf.  A red glove was on her right hand to contrast her black sleeve, while a black glove was on her left hand against her red sleeve.  Both were separated from the sleeves by frilly white clown wristlets and a white, six spoked jester's neck piece was over her shoulders with white balls at each tip.  More white balls were at the ends of her red on the right side and black on the left cowl's ponytail extensions.  Aside from her now much better makeup, Circe had also given the doll Harley's white face since as sold there was only the thin black mask over her eyes.  Ankle high boots were black on the right and red on the left.

Barbie Green Lantern figured it was ironic to see how her box changed.  Instead of her, it now showed Barbie as Star Sapphire, just as Carol had looked early on.  Long black hair took the place of her brown hair and the doll's eyes went from brown to blue.  A long sleeved pink leotard showing lots of her thighs covered her torso, with matching pink knee high boots accenting her legs.  A white belt of normal thickness across her back and sides expanded to a big oval over her tummy with a purple star burst design centered in it.  Purple gloves were tight over her hands and wrists, then spread out greatly to end near her elbows.  A high and wide, sexy domino mask shaped like pointed ovals to each side in pink covered her eyes and nose.  A deep V cut in the leotard exposed lots of cleavage, with a white edging expanding outward gradually until at her shoulders it became a high white collar with her black hair spilling over it.  A pink tiara was wedged into the front of her hair with the purple power gem centered on it.

Barbie Atom saw a lot of irony in her box's change, also.  From the heroine who could shrink, it altered to show the villainess who grew, Giganta.  The doll's hair changed to a bright red and her eyes to green.  Its costume went from being a body covering one to a type having almost no material at all!  Ragged edged tan cloth with brown spots formed a string type panty with flaps front and back covering her naughty bits.  The crudely tied together looking bra was of the same material and left most of those big breasts exposed.  Giganta often went barefoot, but to go along with all the others Circe had placed high heeled sandals on her feet with straps winding up over her lower legs to be tied just below her knees.

Sitting next to her, Barbie Hustler watched as her box changed to show Madame Rouge.  The doll's hair stayed long and black and its face went from the heavy makeup of a wanton harlot to the severe makeup of a wicked super villainess.  Its body became covered by glistening steel armor shining like chrome with a mid blue external sheath over its torso and shoulders.  The elbow length gloves and knee high were of that same blue.  What the changed Jean would soon find out were the fantastic powers the villainess had, one of which would allow her to change her face and hair right back to Barbie Hustler...or even to her own, normal face and hair.  Any part of her body could also be stretched to whatever length was needed.

Wonder Barbie knew what her box was going to change to and watched as it showed Barbie Cheetah instead of her, and like the Emerald Gladiatress' Star Sapphire Barbie, her Cheetah was the very first one seen.  The doll had blonde hair, but none of it could be seen.  From the shoulders down, its voluptuous shape was inside a yellow body suit having brown splotches all over it, but less in front than the rest.  The top was cut to ride high on her shoulders in back and down to a point between the big breasts to show off a lot of cleavage.  The matching cowl had rounded little cat ears and showed off her entire face and neck, but covered up all that hair along with her ears.  It was hard to tell on the doll's tiny hands, but realistic flesh imitating gloves were contiguous with the ends of the sleeves with long, sharp claws as fingernails.  Like the gloves, the costume's boots were built into it as the ends of the legs.  Right behind each hand were the deadly wrist shooters, and a long, curved to take up less space tail colored like the rest of her costume was attached just above her butt.

As could be expected, each of the villainess Barbie dolls had boots, or in Giganta's case, sandals, with the same killer six-inch heels the heroine versions had.  And as set by Circe, seconds after the boxes changed, the Barbies seated opposite them altered to reflect their boxes.  With these newer bodies and costumes, no one still had any of their original powers, and all, even those who didn't have any powers before, now had whatever powers, magic, super or otherwise, which the villainess or villain upon whom the dolls were based possessed.  Each still had their heroic identity intact, but they did have full knowledge of their newly acquired powers.  Barbie Cheetah immediately started having a lot of fun playing with the tail she'd found to be just as alive and useful as that of the original Cheetah.

Lois Lane crossed her arms under her chest and glared at Catwoman.  "Do you feel as left out as I do?"

"I'm already a villainess as bad as you can get, why should I feel left out?" the feline felon replied, looking quite serious.  Then she grinned wide.  "Just kidding, of course.  This change I've been put through, first becoming a tiny doll the size of all these Barbies in the boxes and living amongst a lot of them briefly and then having that little girl witch switch this Catwoman costume for the Wonder Woman one, along apparently with a complete change of my body due to whatever that young witch's spell did, has really been something else.  I bet I even have Selina Kyle's fingerprints under these awesome claws."  She held up and flexed the talons on both of her hands.  The she smiled.  "I don't like having my much bigger chested twin sitting across from me, though."

"But I presume you really are thinking good thoughts like I am," Barbie Catwoman said, grinning.  The look was incongruous with her wicked looking face.  Her near twin merely grinned and winked.

Barbie Cheetah then asked, "Did you say a young witch?"

Catwoman nodded while saying, "Yes, and I heard her mother calling her by the name Hex."

"That's the name of the young witch who did this to me and took my place as Circe," Barbie Cheetah replied.  "To balance things, she must have done something to replace herself.  Before she left as Circe, she must have also made you more alive than I'd left you, if you're aware of what was going on.  I guess that replacement she made also knew my original instruction to take good care of you as an ultra realistic Wonder Woman doll.  She must not have considered playing around with you by altering you so radically was bad.  She must have just thought of you as a normal doll instead of a shrunken and changed real person."

To make it look like Circe was still actively involved in what was going on, while the normal and Barbie Catwomen and most of the others were conversing, Lois experimented to see if the powers Circe had given to her could do more than she'd first thought.  She tried to materialize a Barbie doll in front of herself, and to her great pleasure, it did.  So then she used the powers she'd been given which were a sure thing to alter her body to a very buxom Barbie with long black hair and the light and dark green costume of a super villainess with powers much like her own.  "What!" she exclaimed.  "Now I have a Barbie doll in front of me, and I've become Barbie Enchantress!"  Dark green fishnet pantyhose were over her legs and a mid green, long sleeved smock covered her upper body.  It only came down as far as her crotch, and the wide, dark green belt around her tiny waist was the only thing closing up the smock in front.  It was loose enough to show massive amounts of her voluminous chest, and the sleeves were draped very loosely over her arms.  A thin, long red scarf was tied around her throat to hang down over her back in two streams and a red band was around her head at the hairline.  A very tall, spiked mid green witch's hat was on her head, and ankle high boots with the ultra high stiletto heels to fit right in were in that same color and slit down the front to look elfin.

Barbie Allura leaned over to whisper to Barbie Superwoman, "I don't know if you figured out my spell that brought us here, but I set it up so there'd be no way for Circe to affect us in any further ways.  Can you think of any other way Lois could have gotten changed like this?"

"Freeze everybody else in here other than us!" was her softly but excitedly said reply, with a possible answer coming to mind.

Barbie Allura had found she now had all the same powers as the original witch who'd given both herself and her father so much trouble over the years, much stronger and more potent than her own.  With but a thought, she enacted the request.  It was as if everyone around the table turned into statues, which in effect they did since Barbie Allura was playing with time just like the two of them were about to see Circe doing.

"Earlier today, when I got back from the Bat Cave and became Barbie Superbabe on the way back," the black haired babe in black said, "I saw that Lois was about an hour to an hour and a quarter behind where she should have been in her grocery shopping.  Do you think like I do that maybe Circe got her hands on Lois and did something to her?"

"Let's find out," Barbie Allura replied while standing, lifting her hand to urge Barbie Superwoman to do the same.  The Barbie witch led her partner to one of the large, open space corners of the conference room.  Then she did a spell to give a 3D showing of Lois from after she left home to go shopping.

Barbie Superwoman recognized the corner block where Lois was parking behind the small building as one that should have been vacant.  "That building is probably the first evidence of Circe's involvement with Lois," she told her partner.  "I suspect we'd better watch this at a much faster than normal pace."

Barbie Allura grinned as a video remote appeared in her hand and was then passed to her friend.  "Go for it!" she said gleefully.

The fast forward button got pressed, but released when Lois was locked to the X-frame.  They were able to watch the transition from cute, blonde receptionist to wicked, brunette Mistress Trina, at which point Barbie Allura said, "That's just got to be Circe herself."  There then followed the six hours of bondage variations Lois was put through, watched at magically revamped super high speed.  But when it got to that bit with the body suit, Barbie Superwoman hit stop, then rewind for a bit.  She hit the normal play speed then so they could also hear, and both were thoroughly amazed and shocked to see and hear what followed until Lois got back into her car to leave.  Both now knew very well how a doll had appeared in front of Lois and her ensuing change.

"So my dear wife Lois has been drastically changed by Circe to be just as evil and cunning, and even have some of her witch powers," Barbie Superwoman said.  "With the way she turned herself into a Barbie version of Enchantress, she'd probably even more magically powerful now.  With my vulnerability to magic, I can just imagine what she and Circe may have gone on to do to me later if we hadn't seen this."  She paused.  "Speaking of seeing this, do you suppose those powers you have as Barbie Allura can get past hers to cancel out what Circe did?"

Her partner nodded.  "Not only that, but I can get past Circe's wards to undo all the Barbie transformations we've undergone, something I couldn't manage with my original powers."

Another unlikely looking grin formed on Barbie Superwoman's face.  "Thanks for the good news about your current power level!"

The mage smirked, then said, "The only complications I envision concern Wonder Barbie...now Barbie Cheetah, of course...and Diana as Catwoman.  Even at my current magical strength, I'm pretty sure I can't undo Diana's double or maybe even triple transformation.  Fully reversed, Barbie Cheetah would become another Circe but without any powers.  Before I change everybody else back, let's bring those two into our time stream for a consultation."

"I presume adding those two to our conversation won't be any difficulty?"

Catwoman and Barbie Cheetah walking over to join them with puzzled looks on both of their faces answered her question.  "Nope!" Barbie Allura grinned.

* * *

Circe had noted Barbie Superbabe's visit to Zatanna.  She wasn't surprised to see the ensuing gathering of all the changed Justice League members in the Watchtower, but became puzzled first upon seeing the normal bodied Catwoman in the Barbie doll's costume, then secondly after noting she could see but not hear nor read any minds.  'Curse you, Zatanna,' she mused, 'I bet you've placed strong wards allowing me to only observe.'  Seeing Lois Lane amongst them made sense, but now as her agent, things could get interesting.  She thought it was great that Lois got all the dolls up on the table just before the change to villainesses, then became very pleased when Lois made a Barbie for herself before altering her body and clothes to mimic it.  Partially due to the wards but more due to Barbie Allura's time spell, the purple haired witch could only see what all the others around the table did, further conversations.

* * *

In Los Angeles, the ex-Barbie doll that was now Hexata was frowning with worry.  Not only had her perfect Barbie version of Catwoman disappeared, but the box left in her trust holding the very realistic Wonder Woman doll was empty.  She paled in dread, thinking about what her Aunt Circe would do if she found the doll missing.  For all she knew, maybe her aunt already knew.  To cut the chances of even her Mom finding the box empty if her aunt was still unawares, Hex took the nude Barbie that had been wearing the Catwoman costume and did a spell to make it become as close a replica as possible of the Wonder Woman doll, with the same incredible flexibility and posing as the original.  Another spell put the heroic Amazon costume on it, then the young witch placed it back inside the box.  Sooner or later she'd have to get a replacement for her Catwoman Barbie doll.

Her mind more relaxed now, Hex tried to locate where her little Catwoman had gone, but could do no better than sense an active mind.  Unaware of her predecessor's spell to make the Wonder Woman doll have an active mind, the only thing this implied to the young witch was that somehow her little Catwoman was alive and kicking...and probably also scratching...as a big, full size and real Catwoman.  Because her Catwoman was infinitely more evil and wicked than the original, with a sly little grin she did a spell to cause the original Selina Kyle in Gotham City to disappear.  Then as best she could, Hex broadcast to her Catwoman's mind that she was the only Feline Felon alive now.

Hex's messing around with her aunt's doll was now covered, reality could be at ease with just one Catwoman, so as far as she was concerned, everything was back to normal.  Batman might find things a lot more fascinating, but that was his problem.

* * *

"Why does everybody else look like statues while we're the only ones moving?" Catwoman asked as she and Barbie Cheetah came close.

"To Barbie Superwoman and I, you two were like statues also until a few seconds ago," Barbie Allura told them.  She turned to her super partner in black.  "Okay with you if I tell them what's been going on?"

"By all means!" Barbie Superwoman said with a smiling nod.

"The spell I did to bring everybody up to the Watchtower included a ward to prevent Circe from doing anything further to us.  The dolls were all set up beforehand to change themselves and then us into the villainess Barbies we've all become, as I'm sure you knew was going to happen," Barbie Allura said while facing Barbie Cheetah.

"Yes, that was part of my April Fool's joke for all of you that got turned on me first," Barbie Cheetah replied.  "I didn't say anything because I had no idea what Hex, after taking my place as the new Circe, might have done to alter the spell, other than the higher heels we all got."

"I figured that might be the case," her accuser said.  "So anyway, after Lois put that Enchantress Barbie doll in front of herself-"

"Lois did that, not Circe?" Catwoman interjected.  "Oh, wait.  That's right, you just said you did something to keep Circe from doing anything else.  I really am paying attention, but there's a lot on my mind right now.  Sorry."

"Correct," Barbie Allura said, "and I can just imagine what it's like for both of you right now.  Back to Lois Lane.  I asked her now doubly changed husband if there was anything she could think of which would allow Lois to do that.  We both were thinking Circe had gotten to her, so I took us out of the normal time stream to watch what Lois did this afternoon.  I'll skip the details, and long story short, right this moment Lois is just as evil as Circe herself and also has some of her witch powers.  Besides getting Lois back to being who she's supposed to be, I've got enough magical power in this wicked witch form to change us all back.  But for you," she nodded at Barbie Cheetah, "the end result would be finding yourself as another Circe with no powers.  And Diana-"

As if she was being cued to come in, Catwoman cut her off by saying, "You might want to stop her transformation at being Wonder Woman without going all the way back to Circe.  You've still got what in effect is my past life and identity in your mind, right?" she asked Barbie Cheetah.

She nodded.  "At this time, I have both yours which Hex implanted in me to start my new life and mine as the original Circe to work with."

"Good," Catwoman said, "because on the presumption that you were going to say you didn't think getting me back after all the changes I'd been put through," she was now facing Barbie Allura, "I think I was just told something mentally by Hex that changes everything.  She said I'm the only Selina Kyle who is also Catwoman now.  She erased from existence the original Selina."

"What?!" Barbie Superwoman and Barbie Cheetah shouted in unison.

"So you're saying you seem to have no choice and actually want to stay as Catwoman?" Barbie Allura asked.

The feline felon who was feeling more like a catty champion nodded.  "Yes, and to make things clearer and easier for me, I want very much for you to have my mind continue to think positively like I am right now and not as I was when first seated at the table, but cancel out everything in my mind connected to my past life as Princess Diana and Wonder Woman.  My identity as Selina Kyle is quite sure and solid, and I just want to be a good Selina and not the most evil woman on Earth like Hex had made me."

"And if I could have all my own past as Circe expunged," Barbie Cheetah added, "I could fit right in as Wonder Woman perfectly.  What irony!  Also, I'm guessing you did some kind of reality altering spell to make it easier for all of us as Barbies.  But Doug in my office at the agency now knows I'm Wonder Woman.  I do hope you can correct that by undoing that reality spell.  There's also that change the new Circe did to me which gave me an alternative secret identity I'd rather not tell you about.  If that can get erased along with the special residence Circe set up, it would be very good."

"It would be helpful to know just what that alternate secret identity is," Barbie Allura responded, "but I suppose it would be just as simple to erase everything from your mind not directly related to Princess Diana and Wonder Woman."

"Might I suggest," Barbie Superwoman said, "that before we enter everyone else's time stream again, you do some kind of spell to block Lois from doing anything else magical as either Barbie Enchantress or herself after everyone gets changed back?"

"Good point," Barbie Allura replied.  She paused a moment, then said, "Done...including her new evil side and allegiance to Circe.  Except for being Barbie Enchantress at the moment, your Lois is now the same as she was before lunch time today.  But that building Circe put up...heh, more like put down on the vacant lot for her?  I left that alone for the time being.  I've got an idea developing.  Also, these powers I'm working with right now are just too good to give up.  When I change myself back to Zatanna along with all the rest of you, I'm going to make sure I keep all these additional powers to add to my own."

"Thanks!" the super villainess in black beamed.  "Keeping those stronger magical powers is a great idea, too."

"My final suggestion," Catwoman said then, "is to change Diana here," she winked at Barbie Cheetah, "to Wonder Woman, but don't alter our minds right away.  At least Bruce, or whatever she's using for a name right now...giggle...and probably most of the others heard when I said I used to be Princess Diana.  It would be best to let everyone know what we're going to do, and ask if all of their minds could have Diana's and my past, original lives eliminated from their memories just like ours.  We could even suggest that everybody here, including myself and Diana, would know afterward that you brought me up from Gotham City after the way Bruce got changed so I could see her like that, and that's why Catwoman is with you all up here in the Watchtower.  You also gave me a new costume to match hers.  Come to think of it, I'm going to have to work on Bruce to get him to sponsor me for at least an associate membership in the League."

"Keep thinking like that with such good reasoning, and I'd sponsor you if Batman won't," Barbie Superwoman said.

"I second that!" both Barbie Allura and Barbie Cheetah said at the same time.  They then grinned at each other.

"I suggest we all go sit back down so I can tell all these Barbie bad girl wannabes...or I suppose it's more like don't wannabes...that I'm going to change everybody back," Barbie Allura said.

After the four were in place and Barbie Allura rejoined them at the same instant in time she and Barbie Superwoman left it, Lois Lane was for real in shock at finding herself to be Barbie Enchantress.  She did wonder, though, why all the other Barbie villainesses had the same powers as the originals but she didn't seem to have any magical powers.  Barbie Superwoman walked over to Catwoman and leaned close to make it look to all the others like some points were being discussed.

Barbie Allura rapped her knuckles on the table before saying, "Your attention, please."  Silence followed a few moments later.  "For any of you who didn't already know, the person who did all these changes to us is Wonder Woman's old foe, Circe.  As of now, there's nothing more she can do to any of us.  How long it will take for her to overcome my wards, especially for Diana herself, is a good question.  Now for the good news.  Since we all got the powers of the super villainesses we were changed to look like in a Barbie sort of way, I've got much more powerful magic than I had before.  It's strong enough to get past Circe's spells and turn us all back into our original selves.  As souvenirs for any of you who want them, during the transformation spell I'll add the heroine Barbies to the villainess ones now on the table.  Any unwanted ones can be trashed, and I'll never know, so there's no worry."

"Do we have to get changed back right away?" Barbie Catwoman asked.  "Not just me, but my butler Alfred who really runs Wayne Manor even more than I do and right now is really thrilled to be a Barbie version of Spellbinder and Robin, who first became a Barbie version himself before turning into a Barbie version of Batgirl before turning into this super sexy apprentice to me as Barbie Catgirl, all have said we'd prefer to stay as at least our good girl Barbie selves for a while to see how things develop."

"This doesn't sound like the real you at all, Bruce," Barbie Poison Ivy replied.

"Have you considered having to contend with all the foibles of day to day life as a female?" Barbie Cheshire then said.

"It wouldn't be as easy to fit in as you might think," Barbie Allura added.  "Right now reality has been altered so we all fit in as the various Barbies we've become, but during my transforming of all of you who DO want to get changed back, I'm going to cancel out the reality alteration spell I did.  So are you sure you want to stay as admittedly sexy, young and very healthy Barbies?"

The trio of Wayne Manor residents looked at each other with knowing expressions, and also Batgirl as Barbie Malice who was eyeballing them with a questioning look, then Barbie Catwoman nodded.  "You've all brought up points we hadn't properly considered.  I suspect the bimbo Barbie sides of our personalities were weighing heavily on our discussion.  So forget my suggestion.  Let's all go back to normal, unless there's anyone else?"

Shaking heads around the table answered her question.

Barbie Allura nodded, and then worked her spell of transformation and reality correction.  In the blink of an eye, there was sitting around the table all the Justice League members in their costumes, along with Alfred Pennyworth, Robin, Lois Lane, Batgirl in her costume, Jean Loring-Palmer and Catwoman.  Two sets of Barbie dolls were on the table before each of them except for Lois who had just her one and Catwoman with none.  Black Canary started to push her seat back to get back to the duty desk, but Superman quickly said, "The desk can wait a bit, Dinah.  Stay with us for a few moments, it's going to get very interesting, I think."  Catwoman raised her hand to get his attention, and he nodded with a smile.  As Dinah sat back down, he said, "Catwoman, you're on."  Every set of eyes around the table turned to face the very much changed Amazon who was the only occupant of the room not affected by the transformation spell.

Selina stood, then said, "Bruce, Tim and Alfred, and you too, Batgirl, stay calm as you hear the shocking news I'm about to mention, and just hear me out.  You all heard me say earlier that I knew I used to be Princess Diana and Wonder Woman.  You've noted I presume that I'm not Wonder Woman after Zatanna's spell, the ex-Circe is.  I was briefly chatting with Zee right after she became Barbie Allura.  At the same moment she was telling me how hard, if not actually impossible, it would be to change me back, the young witch who turned me into her own very special tiny, doll version of Catwoman and found me gone after Barbie Zatanna's spell brought us all here to the Watchtower broadcast a mental message to me saying she assumed I was real now, wherever I was.  To let me fit in, she did a spell to get rid of the original Selina Kyle down in Gotham City so that I would now be the only Catwoman."  She noted the shocked expressions on not only the Bat family but also most of the others.  "It's good that she was sending that info to me in the blind and had no idea where I am now.  Since I am the only Selina Kyle in existence now, and Zatanna thinks this is the body I have to stay in for the rest of my now age limited life, I want Zee to erase from my mind all the memories I have of being Wonder Woman, Princess Diana and Diana Prince.  But don't allow the incredibly evil personality the young witch gave me to be my new life.  Let me keep this good mind and personality I have right now so I can be a big help to Batman, Robin, Batgirl and Huntress in keeping Gotham City in line."

"You're sure you want to do that?" Batman said, more calmly than Selina had expected.

"Yes, and even more so because of the fact that our new Wonder Woman has all the same memories and personality that I had as her before," Catwoman replied.  "Along with all the super powers and immortal body of the Amazon I used to be.  Isn't that right, Diana?"

The new Amazon nodded while saying, "Yes, and like Catwoman, I want Zee to get rid of all the memories I have in my head of being my own worst enemy in the past, Circe."

Zatanna was getting ready to say something when Selina held up her hand.  "I have a bit more," she said.  "Would all of you here grant me the wish I have to have your own memories altered to reflect the fact that I've always been Selina Kyle and Catwoman, and the Amazon who used to be Circe has always been Princess Diana and Wonder Woman?  If so, I'd also ask Zatanna to make us all know that she brought me up here from Gotham City after she saw Bruce get turned into a Barbie version of me, and even put me into a copy of her costume for comparison purposes.  Zee, if everyone agrees to do that, can I keep this costume to add to my collection of current and past ones in my closet at home?"

Superman took charge again.  "All who are willing to do as Catwoman asks, raise your hand."  A few hands went up a bit slower than others, but all did come up, bringing a smile to both Selina's and Diana's faces.  "Zee, it looks like it's in your hands now," the Man of Steel advised.

"Good, I like Selina's idea for straightening things out very much," the mage answered.  "One thing more before I do so, please.  Diana, could you please come over here for a moment?"

Wonder Woman got up and walked over to Zatanna's seat.  She stooped so their heads would be at similar heights.  "A few minutes ago," Zee said very softly, "you heard me say I had a plan developing."  Diana nodded.  "I've been thinking of a way to take the new Circe completely out of her present lifestyle so she'd never again be a threat to anyone.  You said something about a special residence she set up for that new other secret identity she gave you.  Can I please look in your mind to see what was involved with both that identity and the residence?"

The Amazon was reticent for a moment, then whispered, "It'll help to get Circe out of circulation?"

"As a super witch with incredible power, yes," Zatanna answered.  "But not destroyed like the new Hex did to Selina's predecessor."

"Do it."

With incredulity, Zee noted the wanton whole lifestyle of Diana King, the method for becoming her, and her place of residence.  This couldn't have been any better for her plan.  With her now much stronger magical ability, two Barbie dolls with similar alteration spells attached to them were placed on the coffee table in front of the couch in Diana King's living room.  Then she went back into Diana's mind and did the erasure of all not pertaining to Wonder Woman, Princess Diana and Diana Prince.  <You're whole now, as just Diana,> she mentally told her.

<What do you mean, whole?  This is how I've always been...isn't it?> the confused Amazon answered.

<Oh, yes.  Just clarifying,> Zee told her.  <Let's get back to just whispering to each other now.>

"I've got everything I need now, Diana," Zee said.

"Okay," Wonder Woman said softly.  She couldn't imagine what her friend was talking about, and just went back to her seat.

"Selina, if you're ready now, I'll make it as you wish for yourself and all the others here in the room," Zatanna said.

"Please do," Catwoman said.  An instant later, she knew why she'd been yanked from her living room and brought to the Watchtower wearing the fascinating copy of the costume worn by the Barbie version of herself so many little girls liked.  "Zee, when you send me back down to Gotham, or if I get to use the teleporter, can I keep this costume for my collection?"

"Sure, why not?" Zatanna grinned.

"Selina," Batman said, "before you go, I wonder if you'd like to be able to use the teleporter a lot more often and visit the Watchtower as more than just a guest?"

Superman wondered if Zee had put that suggestion into his friend's head, but just smiled.

"Become a member of the Justice League?" Catwoman replied.

"Well, just as a reserve member to start," the Man of Steel clarified.

"Which is how I got started," Zatanna added.

"That would be an honor," Selina said.  "Bruce, you'll keep me advised?"

"Of course," the Dark Knight answered.

"I just knew that having you on our side would pay off for you eventually, Selina," Batgirl added.

"Selina, the Gotham end of the teleport isn't convenient for you yet," Zatanna said.  "So if you're ready to go?"

"Ready and waiting," Catwoman replied with a big grin on her face.  A moment later, she found herself back on her living room's couch.  She went to her bedroom to get out of her new costume and hang it up with the others.  When she removed the choker from around her throat, it was by sheer luck that it got placed up on the shelf without looking into its mind controlling gem.

"If all the rest of you are ready to go back home, I can do the honors," Zatanna then said.

"Not me!" Dinah said as she bolted up from her seat and headed for the duty desk, nobody asking her to stop this time.  Her two dolls would get sent to her home while she was still on duty.

"Yes, let's make the conference room empty again," Superman said.

Zatanna made it seem like she was using her usual backwards speech spell to send them all home, but it was actually just her thought that did it.  When she was all by herself and still at the table, the mage grinned.  'I hope you saw all that, Circe.'  After a few moments, a check of Diana King's condo showed the beautiful whore standing in her living room with no Barbie dolls to be seen.  Her job completed, Zee went home herself.

* * *

Circe had been paying closer attention to all the Barbie villainesses after seeing what Lois had done.  None of them seemed to be showing any concern with their new bodies, costumes and powers, but as time progressed and Lois did her thing, she was sure they'd become more agitated.  A big surprise came when all the Leaguers suddenly changed back to being themselves.  The only thing the purple haired witch could think was, 'That change to Barbie Allura might have been the wrong idea for Zatanna.  Too late now, I guess.  Just wait for what comes later from myself and Lois, though.'  She watched as Catwoman departed, seeming to be on better than expected terms with the League.  'I'll have to make her be a truly evil villainess so Batman will feel right at home,' she mused.  But before she could think any more of making a visit to Gotham City, all the other Justice League members left, leaving Black Canary at her post and Zatanna still at the table.  Then the backwards words spouting witch seemed to grin just for her.  'What-' got started to be asked in her mind, but then reality shifted.  Circe's lair suddenly emptied, then vanished itself.

The purple haired witch found herself seated in Diana King's condo, and there on the table facing her were two Barbie dolls.  One looked like Diana King minimally dressed for her work on the streets, while the other looked exactly like she herself had as Mistress Trina earlier in the day with Lois.  Then the spell Zatanna had put on the dolls took effect.  Circe was gone, and in her place was Diana King.  The eager to fill her crotch prostitute was thinking, 'Maybe after just a few johns tonight.  Then I'll transform myself into Mistress Dominique and go over to my dungeon for some even better fun and games.'  She was very glad to have been given that special ability to go back and forth from the beautiful but slutty whore to the demanding dominatrix whose face was rarely seen.

* * *

When Lois and Clark got home and placed the three dolls on the bookcase, a further set of Barbie goodies was found on the dining room table.  "How do you suppose these got here?" Lois asked as she picked up a box holding a pink Barbie sports car, another chock full of sexy Barbie outfits and a third so full of shoes and boots for the doll it seemed ready to overflow.  She no longer had any recall of placing them there herself after putting away the groceries.

"Another gift from Circe, I suppose," the Man of Steel answered.  "Let's just put them up here with the three dolls."  His wife grinned and put them up behind the two different Superwoman Barbies and Enchantress Barbie.  "I wonder what that witch had in mind for all of those?" he said, putting the eventful April Fool's Day behind himself to get back to the more usual covering of all the city's, nation's and world's problems.

Not a single one of the Barbie dolls given to the Justice League members was thrown away.  All became displayed reminders of a very interesting and eventful day.

* * *

Nothing at all of any importance took place in Hexata's and Serena's home since the witch who visited occasionally no longer existed.  A couple of months later, Serena' sister Samantha and her daughter Tabitha came to visit.  Hex showed her cousin the very real looking Wonder Woman doll she had, and Tabitha was wondering about the difference between this doll and all the usual Wonder Woman Barbies.

A month or two later, Tabitha was visited by her grandmother Endora when Samantha was outside and not likely to bother them.  The youngster told her about the special doll her cousin had.  After a twitch of her nose, the doll was no longer in Hex's possession but in the clutches of a witch whose mind was nearly as devious and mischievous as Circe's.


The End

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