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This story was inspired by and uses some of the actual capture scene ideas presented by Jo (fli_binite {AT} hotmail.com) in the story "Deadly Duo".  I've written an almost totally new story without copying directly from that other story.  I am very glad that I was inspired to write my own story after reading Jo's.

April Fools Joke Gone Bad 2007
by Steve Zink

By the time mid-March was slipping by on the calendar, it had been five months since Duela Dent had been insulted by the Justice League of America.  None of the members of that heroic group would concur with her personal opinion and interpretation of that event, but the still quite good looking ex-Teen Titan with shoulder length brown hair was keeping her feelings to herself.  Of course, as good looking as Duela was, very few of the heroes had ever seen her true face; other than Robin, almost everyone had only seen her masked as Harlequin.

  Masked, as in a full face and head modifying mask which like all of her others would feel like latex being held in one's hands, but once over her or anyone else's head was modified by her special mask magic to turn into actual flesh.

In the way that Duela was keeping all this bottled up, what should have been nothing more than a temporary letdown instead kept growing as an increasing feeling of low self-esteem.  A byproduct of that attitude was a feeling of animosity toward the Justice League as a whole, but even more so toward the females of the group.  Duela had the mistaken idea that it was a cabal of the group's heroines that had vetoed the idea of Harlequin being included amongst all the other heroes and heroines, both young and old, who were being asked to help in the world-shaking situation brought about by another ex-Titan, Cyborg.

With two weeks left to go, Duela had all five costumes put together; after their use in the games she had played with Robin to show her abilities a number of years earlier, each had been kept in storage along with other costumes she'd used over the past few years.  It was a good thing money was of no concern to the young lady who'd just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday all by herself, because each of the costumes was going to have one major difference.  When she had worn them, the shoes or boots for each one had either flat heels or short block heels; for their newest usage, Duela wanted just boots for the costumes that would look much sexier than plain shoes and have high and shapely stiletto heels.  The more easily obtained off the shelf boots which would work were already rather pricey.  The ones which had to be specially made were out of this world.  The five pairs of boots with high heels were still all in her own size, since each of the five masks put onto the Justice League heroines would modify their bodies to be identical to the ones she herself had originated for the playing of the felons' daughters roles.

The whole thing was getting quite involved in the assembling and planning, but Duela felt it was all worth it for the April Fool's joke that would give the five heroines of the Justice League a similar taste of her feeling of rejection.  At least they'd only be experiencing that feeling for the duration of the joke; maybe after things were back to usual their opinion of Harlequin and by default Duela would change so she could get out of her own funk.

Then again, having all the costumes and masks on hand was one thing; Duela was a realist.  Handling the actual scenarios for the five all by herself didn't seem like a good idea.  But who could she both persuade and trust to help with this April Fool's joke?  Inspiration came that very evening as she was eating dinner while watching the news on her TV.  During the later world and national news, a story came from Metropolis.  Instead of being the usual writer of the news, Lois Lane was the subject.  In a more relaxed studio, the award winning reporter was giving her viewpoint of the news that broke earlier that day when she had been humiliated by her boyfriend, Superman, while she was interviewing President Luthor.  The Man of Steel, accompanied by his Justice League friends Batman and Green Lantern for backup, burst unannounced past all the Secret Service guards into the Oval Office to accuse Lex of shenanigans.

If that wasn't bad enough, the trio then turned on Lois and accused her of giving more exposure to the President's 'warped' ideas.  It had been a mixed media interview, and the scene was shown live on some cable news stations and taped for later showing by all the other news crews.  Ms. Lane wrapped up her bit by telling the viewers that as our President, Lex Luthor's ideas were important to air, no matter how much she herself might disagree with some of them.  She seemed to be totally pissed off by Superman and the others with their single minded attitudes, even if it was with them that she usually hung around.  The main reason she was so peeved was the one she didn't dare mention during the news spot - it was her own husband who had made her look like a fool.

That was a live interview according to the scroll at the bottom of the screen, so Duela wondered when Lois would get to her home.  Well, there was no real hurry, so the plotter did her dishes after finishing and then walked over to her desk to turn on the computer.  While it was booting up, she went into her utility room and opened up the chest next to her washer.  From it she pulled out a so far unused blank mask form, which was taken back to the now up and running computer.  Already thinking of how that mask would appear if Ms. Lane was going to go along with her, Duela set up a Google search using the reporter's name as soon as her ISP's home page blinked on.

It was a good thing she was actually trying to kill some time, because in addition to all the address and phone number information the mask lover had hoped to find, there were plenty of links going to pages with history and background information.  She wrote down the connection numbers, then Duela started visiting a lot of the sites that seemed to be just a lot of fluff.  What a thrill it was when she arrived at a biography site that was mostly written by Ms. Lane herself.  'Damn, without bragging, the girlfriend of Superman sure has a lot to tell.  She has experienced an awful lot of fascinating adventures in the years since she'd connected with the super hero from Krypton,' she noted.  With her own background in the wearing of lots of costumes, it was a surprise for Duela to see that Lois had written about her own costume tales.  Another great find at that site was an email link to its author.  'What the hell, it's worth a try.'
 
Duela clicked on it, then entered,

        <I doubt you recognize my email addie. This is
         Duela Dent.  Can I call you on the phone?>

Duela started visiting some of her usual favorite sites as soon as the message was sent.  She didn't have very long to wait for a reply, because with her constant watch for news information and tips, Lois had opened up her emails as soon as she got home.  Her reply to Duela said,

        <Duela Dent, who used to be Harlequin?  Sure,
         give me a call.  Or would you rather use
         instant messaging?'>

'Hmm, IM or voice?' Duela wondered, then sent,

        <I'd rather call, it's more enlightening to
         hear the tone and inflections in spoken
         words.  Don't reply, I'm dialing the phone
         right now.>

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lois, it's Duela.  Can you talk freely, or is there anybody else there with you?"

Lois grinned in expectation, then after thinking of a quick way to hide the fact that her husband was the cause of her present bad attitude answered, "Nobody here but me right now; my husband Clark is out of town on an assignment, and unless he wants the ice cold ignoring treatment, a certain hunk in skin tight blue and red better not show up here for a while.  And if you're worried, I'm on my cord phone so there's no chance of anybody listening to our conversation."

"You don't think Superman might use his super hearing if he spots you on the phone?"

"Good thinking, I wouldn't put it past him right now.  Hold on a sec."  After a brief silence, Duela started to hear the opening chords of one of her own favorite classical music pieces.  "There, I just turned on the CD, that should provide enough background sound to cover my words for a while," Lois said when she came back on.

"Ah, so you enjoy Ravel's Bolero also.  I'll have to check with you later about which recording that is you have.  I don't want to take a chance with Supes discriminating your words from the music, so I'll try to make the phone call short.  If your answer to my question turns out to be no, will you promise me that you won't pass on what you're about to hear?"

"You've got my word," Lois answered, now thinking something really hot must be on the mind of Ms. Dent.

"I've got a nasty April Fool's joke cooked up for the five babes of the Justice League.  But I need some help to pull it off.  I was wondering if you're pissed off enough at the League after earlier today to work with me?"

"Heh!  Superman's got me so mad at the way he and the other Justice League members messed up my interview with the President and then on national TV called me a simpleton and Luthor sympathizer, I have nothing but hate for the entire League right now.  I'd love to help you.  Especially if that pompous Amazon slut is one of the five."

"Indeed she is.  I presume you know who the other four are, Hawkgirl, Zatanna, Huntress and Black Canary."

"Yep.  Good thing Supergirl, Power Girl, Barda and Mary Marvel aren't around right now."

"I want to tell you more tomorrow, in person.  It's a Friday, but I presume you're going to be at the Planet, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"But you don't think it's a good idea for me to be seen there.  I have no intention.  Lois, has Lana Lang visited there at the Planet very much lately?"

"No, Lana's been pretty busy at her fashion clothing design office on the other side of town, mostly.  She's always tied up with her displays and fashion shows.  She only comes to visit at odd times."

"Good!  Let's hope the real Lana stays in her own office tomorrow while another Lana comes to make a surprise, spur of the moment visit to the Planet.  Plan on seeing Lana around 11.  Hey, how does that redhead beauty queen usually dress for a quick visit?"

"Lana's always trying to show off that great body she's got, so she usually appears in something hot and sexy.  Sometimes I just want to throttle that minx when she tries to catch Superman's eye like that.  But he grew up with Lana, and it's me he's ma- ...hot for now.  Or at least was, until earlier today."

"You've just given me good ideas, thanks.  Watch for a super sexy looking Lana Lang tomorrow morning.  I'll tell you a lot more then.  Time for me to hang up and go get some new outfits for my costume and clothes collection, in Lana's sizes."

"Okay, bye, Duela.  Oh, it's supposed to be warm tomorrow, not much chance of rain."

"Thanks again, and goodbye."

Duela hung up, then went to the Ramada Inn website on her computer.  She booked a room there, specifying an early arrival, since she knew it was only a short three block walk from there to the Planet.  That done, she set her program on the computer to make a false driver's license so Lana would be carrying some ID.  It would be printed and waiting for her when she got back.  It was also a warm and clear evening in Gotham City, so all she did was grab her purse.  She knew just the place to get Lana's sexy outfit for tomorrow.  From her massive card file she pulled the one for Ms. Lang, to make sure she got everything right.  She grinned while looking at the three photos on the card, then spoke the short spell she knew by heart after all the years of using it.  The blank mask form sitting on the desk top next to her computer shimmered, then became a latex version of Lana Lang's face.

Sure enough, the fetish clothing store she was thinking of had just the pink outfit which would show off Lana's body to the max.  Duela couldn't resist browsing some more after finding the sleeveless leotard and ultra short shorts, and on a whim also picked up some pink shoulder length gloves.  Then when she got to the register, along with a big selection of wigs from which a red one close to Lana's style was selected, there was a wall display of domino masks intended for dominatixes.  Almost unbelievably, there was a very deeply contoured mask which would cover almost all of one's upper face in that same shade of pink.  It was added to the items being rung up.

Not far away was the specialty shoe store which had made two of the high heeled versions of the costume boots for her.  Duela stopped in to pick up some pink boots to wear with her slut outfit; she found a great pair that were knee high and stretch pull on with really sexy five-inch fuck me heels which would be perfect.  However, she also came across another pair of pull on pink boots with no zippers that came almost all the way up to the crotch.  The heels on this pair were a good bit higher than the knee high ones, and after asking was told they were six and half inches.  Well, she certainly couldn't go walking around and show up at the Planet in thigh high boots with heels like that, but for showing off the outfit privately, they'd be perfect.  She bought both pairs, along with a similarly hued small clutch purse.

The next morning, Duela retrieved the printed driver's license from her printer and added it to her wallet.  Then she added Lana's face to the bag still holding the wig she'd bought the night before, along with the bags holding the pink outfit and two pairs of boots, all left out in her car, then drove across town to Kenner Field.  While Gotham International Airport was busy with all the airlines, Kenner was where nearly all the bizjets stayed.  She got a cart and loaded up the three bags, her small overnight bag and her purse, then she went over to the bomb sniffer at the gate.  From there the young lady went directly to her Gulfstream IV to load the bags next to the boxes already onboard that were holding the daughters costumes and boots, then she went inside to file her flight plan for the short hop to Metropolis.  Next she called Butler at Metropolis to reserve a parking spot and arrange for some fuel.  There was already more than enough in the tanks to get to Metropolis with plenty in reserve, so even considering the fact that she'd be the only one on board and the huge amount of excess thrust provided by the big fan engines, getting more there was better than taking off overly heavy from Gotham City.

Luck was with Duela as she got into the Metropolis International approach pattern.  The early morning rush for the airlines was over, and with the winds from the south just as they had been back in Gotham, her Gulfstream kept the same basic heading all the way with a straight in, no delay approach.  It was good that she'd arranged for a ramp spot in advance, because the bizjet traffic at Butler was heavy.  After she got waved into her valuable ramp space, the brunette waited for the fuel truck.  It didn't take long, again since she'd arranged for fuel in advance, and now she decided to top off the tanks.  By the time the G4's tanks could hold no more, it was 9:15; Ms. Dent had an hour and forty-five minutes to get a car, then drive to her hotel room in which she could change, and finally to appear at the Daily Planet.

When Duela walked up to the Avis counter carrying her purse, her overnight bag and three large white shopping bags, she looked like a fashionista who'd flown to Metropolis for a shopping trip.  But it was the wrong time of day, and she was going into the city.  The agent, an older guy who did get a good look at the cute young lady but couldn't care less about what she was carrying, arranged a Cadillac for her so the trip would be in a car that was big and had some class.  It would have been easier to put all the bags on the car's back seat, but why give any street ruffians the temptation?  All but her purse went into the trunk.

The traffic going downtown was only moderate, another benefit of being there after the early morning commuters were off the road.  She would have let the lot valet at Ramada park the car, but with a good chance that Lana would be next driving it Duela didn't want any questions, so she drove into the hotel's garage.  Her luck was continuing, there was an open parking spot close to the elevator.

While she was getting checked in, an inside valet came up behind Duela with a cart.  All it took was a nod, and he placed all the bags on his cart.  She could have handled the bags herself easily since they were light, but why turn down help when it's offered?  When the room assignment was completed, the smiling but businesslike older woman with grey streaked auburn hair handed Duela her credit card and the door card, saying, "Ms. Dent, enjoy your stay," then raised her voice a bit so both Duela and the valet could hear, "room 427."

Duela turned to the gent behind her and said, "Lead the way."

"It'll be to the left from this central elevator," he told her, "just a few rooms down."

"Good, a nice short walk."

"There are also elevators at the ends of each corridor," he said while nodding, "but they're a much longer walk.  As you can imagine, there's also a stairwell next to each elevator for fire escape or exercise purposes."

When they got to her room, an even shorter walk than Duela had imagined, her escort followed her in and set all the bags on the queen size bed; that bed size was one of the things she liked about Ramada.  He then pointed out all the amenities available and gave a quick rundown on what was viewable on the TV.  While he was occupied with the remote, she dug into her purse to open her wallet and pull out a five dollar bill.  This guy was good, and deserved every penny of it.  "Thanks for all the help," she said while handing him the folded bill after he finished.

"I aim to please, Ma'am," he said while nodding, then added, "thank you!  I hope you enjoy your stay."

She grinned.  "I'm sure I will."

As soon as he was out, Duela double checked the locks on the door, then went over to the windows to close the curtains.  Just for the hell of it, she turned the TV back on and put on CNN Headline News.  The digital clock on the desk below the TV showed 10:21, so it looked like about time for Lana Lang to make her appearance.  She quickly got out of the navy blue pants suit and pale blue blouse she'd been wearing, along with the dressy but plain brown shoes that had rounded toes and flat heels which sufficed for flying her jet.  Finally she removed the nude pantyhose, her minimal pink panties and the matching but more substantial bra.  Whenever she was dressed more or less normally, Duela preferred getting the support provided by the bra.

Now Duela was in a condition very few people had ever seen.  She was nude, in her own body and wavy, shoulder length light brown hair.  It was easy to see how she filled out her Harlequin costume along with many others she'd worn without altering her form in any way.  She considered herself to be very lucky to have a still youthful and shapely pair of 36DD breasts.  While her waist wasn't as wasp-like as some models, it did look very good between her great chest and nice looking hips that crowned what she was most proud of, her legs.  

However, as great as her own body looked, Duela was looking forward to occupying the even more eye-catching and better shaped body Lois was expecting to see.  She reached into the smallest of the three white bags and pulled out the latex mask holding Lana Lang's face.  The eager masker put her hair up under a wig cap she'd also placed in that bag, then stretched open its neck and pulled the mask over her head.  It became a second skin made of latex once it was in place.  A quick adjustment got her lips and nose situated correctly in the latex moldings, which in the process also lined up her eyes with those of the imitation Lana.  With everything set, she pulled down the neck to make the mask hug her head and neck tightly.  Then she got out the nearly straight red wig which had bangs and would go down past her shoulder blades.  She put it on over the bald latex dome of her head, with no need for a brush just yet.

For anyone else who had one of Duela's masks covering their head with a wig in place, it would have taken a look into a mirror or other reflective surface for the mask's magic to turn it and the wig into its wearer's new face, head and hair, and in most cases alter the wearer's body to whatever Duela had assigned to the mask.  For the mask mistress alone, the magic could work at her bidding.  Since it sometimes gave her a thrill to do so, she walked over to close the bathroom door and look into the vertical mirror on its outer side to actually watch her body morph into Lana's and the latex mask and the wig turn into Lana's face and her hair.  It never failed to impress her that even though she knew exactly how she'd look, there were changes such as this one going from a brown haired, good looking young woman to a red haired slightly older woman nearly as good looking as a goddess with a more mature beauty.

The room may have been in Duela Dent's name, but its occupant was no longer Duela, she was Lana Lang.

Now, to take the incredible body she occupied and dress it up to show off and advertise its sexuality.  To give her legs an awesome tanned look, Lana put on the super sheer suntan pantyhose which gave in only where it wouldn't matter.  There was a cotton panel in the crotch to obviate the need for panties, and the toes were reinforced; she wasn't going to be wearing any sandals or any open-toed shoes, so these were perfect.  Next on was the sleeveless, shocking pink spandex leotard which in effect became a second skin for her upper body.  It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, including the shape and form of the nipples on top of her now slightly smaller but perfectly shaped and hefty breasts.  While not quite as large as her own, she thought Ms. Lang's were even more impressive with their exquisite shape.

The ultra short shorts she put on next, which in her younger years were called hot pants, were the same shade of pink but made from faux leather.  They zipped tight on the left side with their top well below her waist, only a couple of inches above the mound of her sex but shaped to show off her camel toe.  Finally came the last part of the outfit which had brought on the dual buy the night before.  She opened the bag holding the boot boxes and pulled out the slightly smaller one.  The knee high boots were close to the same shade of shocking pink, but very shiny and made from a thin, stretchable material.  After they were pulled on, the material hugged closely to her calves, actually molding them to an even sexier shape.  The stiletto heels which really made these into 'fuck me' boots added five more inches to her already majestic stature.

While hardly necessary, Duela as the new Lana added some light makeup to her eyes and cheeks to make them even more impressive, then enhanced her lips with some coral pink lipstick.  While in no way as whorish as the clothes she was wearing, her face was now very appealing.  Finally, she took the brush from Duela's purse and stroked her long red mane.  Then, instead of putting the brush and makeup back into the purse from which they'd come, Lana pulled her new pink clutch purse from the boot bag and put what she could into it, leaving room for Duela's wallet.  She pulled the driver's license out of its usual prominent spot in the wallet and buried it among the credit cards also still in her original name.  The driver's license with a name matched by nothing else in the wallet then took its place.  The lack of properly named credit cards was of no consequence, since Lana wasn't planning on buying anything she couldn't get with the cash she had in the wallet.

As she was going down in the elevator, Lana knew she'd attract attention while exiting, but hoped nobody would wonder about when the great looking redhead had come in.  It didn't bother her, because there had to be lots of employees who arrived in one shift and went out or left in another.  Well, looking the way she did, it could easily just be the case of a hooker leaving after her labor of love was completed.  As it was, the redhead bombshell everyone ogled was wearing a satisfied grin all the way from the elevator to the front door.  There was no point in ruining such a good face, so Lana kept that grin as her heels clicked on the concrete and tar during her short walk to the Planet.

Almost everyone at the Daily Planet knew Lana Lang from her past visits and the time she used to spend with Clark Kent, but even so, many eyes went wide, jaws dropped and/or lips whistled as Duela pretending to be Lana entered the building.  "Do me a favor and don't call Clark or Lois to tell them I'm here, huh?  I want this to be a surprise," she said to all in the entry area.

"I'm sure this WILL be a surprise," the Planet's blonde society reporter Cat Grant said from the elevator buttons.  Typically for the showoff, she was dressed sexily, but nowhere near so much as Lana.  Cat had on a sleeveless, light blue dress that hugged her curves like it was molded to her.  "You've always looked sexy before, but damn, girl!  You look ready to work the streets."

"Exactly!" Lana replied as she got closer.  "Can I join you going up?"

Just then the elevator door opened, with just one older lady walking out slowly.  She blinked in astonishment when she saw the vision in pink, and softly said, "Lana?"

The redhead just grinned and waved while Cat put her hand on the door and said, "C'mon, slowpoke, it wants to go."

Lana scooted in, and as soon as the doors closed behind her, Cat punched the 5 button while saying, "What'd you do, take lessons for additional income?"

The glamorous visitor grinned and told her, "Nope, I just figured I might have started to look a bit boring, so I decided to spice things up.  I figured I'd surprise Lois and take her out to lunch."

"Phew!...You'll surprise her, all right.  At least you won't have to fight her husband Clark to get her out of here, he's off on some weekend jaunt for Perry.  Stick with me as we get off the elevator and I'll cover for you."

"Right, and thanks."  Just then the elevator came to a halt since nobody else had gotten on to make it an express, and the doors slid open.  "Well, here goes."

Cat just shook her head at hearing that, then to everyone they saw while walking toward Lois's desk, she pointed toward Lana with one hand while her other put a finger to her lips.  Everybody grinned and nodded until the two girls passed Jimmy Olsen, who said softly, "Sshhh?  Ssshhhit, Lana!"

When they got close Cat looked around, then told Lana, "As I said earlier, no sign of Clark Kent.  Good thing it was Lois you came to see."

"Thanks for the escort," Lana replied.  She saw Lois at her desk in a short sleeved white blouse and a not quite mini short black skirt.  The reporter was typing with her face glued to the monitor.  "I'll go by myself from here."

Ms. Grant shook her head.  "Uh-uh, I'm sticking to you like glue, girl.  You stay behind Lois, and I'll go stand in back of her computer and point at you."

"Ah, perfect.  Thanks again."

Cat just did her 'sshhh' motion and started walking toward the back side of Lois's monitor.  Lana was thankful for the carpeted floor so her heels wouldn't click while she herself moved into position.  As soon as Lana was standing behind Lois in a provocative pose with nearly all eyes in the vicinity locked on her, Cat grinned and said, "Uh, Lois?"

Lois just scowled at hearing Cat's voice, thinking, 'What do you want now?'  But when she looked up, the blonde had a canary eating grin on her face and a finger pointing behind the brunette reporter.  She'd lost track of time while working on her story to satisfy Perry so, like nearly everyone else, her jaw dropped upon seeing the otherwise familiar redhead who looked like a whore with a fixation on prostitute pink.  "Lana!"

"Hi, Lois," she said innocently, then for Cat's benefit Lana added, "I know I'm a few minutes early, and since Clark's not here, I get you.  For some private girl-to-girl."

Cat made a bad face, then grinned as she turned to walk over to her own work station.

Lois merely looked at Lana for a moment, then said, "You told me you were going to dress sexy, but...WOW!"

"I did this partially for Perry's benefit.  What do you think he might say about granting you two weeks off, starting early with lunch today?"

"Way ahead of you," the renowned reporter replied.  "I asked for time off this morning during the brief.  That's why I was hard at the computer when you got here.  I'm just about finished, give me about four or five minutes."

"Okay, no prob.  I'm glad you were thinking ahead."  Lana was looking over Lois's head toward the picture window of the editor's office.  Perry White was looking at her, so the redhead pointed at herself then him, and he nodded.  "Lois, while you're finishing, I'm going to go chat with Perry."

"Gotcha, but don't let him keep you long.  In fact, I'll come in to wave goodbye and let Perry know his story's on file, then drag you out."

Lana petted Lois lightly on her left shoulder, then headed toward Perry White's office.  She couldn't hear all the, "lucky bastard..." or similar which was said softly by many of the males who'd been ogling her while she was talking to Lois.

As the real Lana would have expected to hear even more than Duela playing her role, the first words out of Perry's mouth when the door closed behind her were, "Great Caesar's Ghost!" to which he added, "Dressed the way you are, it's a good thing you didn't overdo your makeup.  Damn, I'll bet every guy who's seen you has a raging hard on.  Were you planning to give Clark a heart attack?"

She giggled, then told him, "Nope!  I knew Clark was going to be out; I did this outfit to impress Lois.  I succeeded, and besides Cat Grant, I'm raising your bet by saying a lot of the girls are getting hot right now.  Heh!  But seriously, thanks for letting Lois have the two weeks off."

He motioned for Lana to take a seat while answering, "How could I refuse her?  Lois is so good she's got all her assignments finished other than the one she's about done with right now.  What have you two got planned?"

"Uh-uh, Perry," she replied, shaking her head, "girl stuff.  But you'd better believe we're gonna have a lot of fun.  Where is Clark this morning, by the way?"

"Hah!  Lois wasn't the first one to ask for some time off this morning.  But at least he only asked for today and the weekend.  I'm glad there's nothing major going on which I'd prefer to have my two star reporters covering.  I can let some of the other reporters cover the small stuff.  Say, what you're wearing isn't an example of your latest fashion design work, is it?"

"No way!" she laughed.  "I just wanted to go overboard and do a really sexy outfit for Lois."

"Sexy it is.  Damn, you look like a hooker."

"That was the general idea.  I-"  She got cut off by the door swinging open.

Lois came storming into the office in her black high heels, saying, "Okay, give her up, Perry.  I just signed off on the story.  It's time for Lana and me to go."

"Okay, Lois.  Just promise me that when you come back you won't have picked up any fashion ideas from Lana."

"What, you don't want me to look like a prostitute, Perry?  Hah!  Don't worry."  Then to tease the old man, she turned to stare at Lana for a few seconds, then added, "But, then again..."

"Lois!"

She laughed loudly, then Lois said, "Aw...C'mon, Perry, you know me better than that."

He grinned, then told her, "That's just it, I do know you so well.  It's just...with some of the outfits and costumes I know you've worn in the past...now, you two get out of here and go have some fun!"

"C'mon, Lana, you heard the man," Lois said as she grabbed the gorgeous redhead's right hand and pulled.  "We've been ordered to go have some fun."

"That we will, I'm sure.  See ya, Perry," Lana gleefully said as both girls headed out the door.  Then, to Lois she said softly, "I know I've been saying I'm here to take you to lunch, but do you need any lunch or can we just head directly to my room?"

"No, not really, I had a big breakfast.  As much as I want to hear more of what's to come," Lois said more softly, "we'd better not talk until we're in your room.  Too many ears here and out on the sidewalks."

"You've got that right," Lana agreed.  "I can't even think of any small stuff to chat about."

Nothing more was said until they were going down in the elevator, alone.  Lois asked, "Which hotel are you at?"

"The Ramada."

"Oh, in that case," then Ms. Lane waited until they'd both stepped out, "I know a great place to stop and get a quick bite to eat that's along the way there.  I just know you'll love it."

"Oh?" Lana replied with her eyebrows raised.  "I didn't notice any cafes or whatever when I was walking over here."

"You would have if you'd stopped and looked a block down Preck where it crossed Colonial," Lois looked around to see if anyone was within earshot, then finished softly, "Duela."

"Uh-Uh, Lois.  You and I both know differently, but since she herself isn't nearby, right now as far as the rest of the world is concerned, I am Lana Lang."

For the rest of the short walk to Brestin's Lunch & Dinner, both of the girls kept their mouths shut.  Once inside, they were seated in a booth near the door to the kitchen at the back wall which the owner knew Lois liked to use.  The walls of the booth hid them from view other than for somebody standing adjacent to it; they also effectively blocked voices, which were also conveniently drowned out by the racket coming from the kitchen.  After the waitress left with their order, Lois asked softly, "I've just got to know, how is it that you look and sound exactly like Lana herself?"

"It's the magic of my masks," the faux Lana replied.  "They can alter as little as a person's head, or as much as their entire body.  I can set a mask in advance to do as little or as much as I wish.  For anyone other than me, once a mask and wig are on their head, a look into a mirror will activate the mask's magic.  A mask I'm wearing does exactly what I wish it to do.  I haven't done it often while actually wearing a mask-"

The apparent Lana Lang stopped talking when she saw their waitress approach with their salads and iced teas.  "Here you go, ladies," she said while placing the plates and glasses on the table, along with an extra bowl full of lemon slices she knew Lois always wanted.  "Jim told me your sandwiches would be ready in about four more minutes, Lois."

"Thanks, Natalie," Lois answered as she started to squeeze first one and then a second lemon into her tea.  When she said nothing more while engaged in her lemons and sweetener, the waitress correctly assumed Lois wanted to talk with her guest.  She was wondering why Ms. Lane was interviewing or maybe just chatting with such a good looking hooker as she headed back toward the front of the cafe.

"As I was saying," Lana said as the waitress was leaving, "I haven't done it much before, but I could make the mask I'm wearing do whatever I wish.  I could make it revert back to latex and a wig and then turn the mask into any other face I wish.  I'd be stuck with the same hair, though, unless I had another wig on hand."

"So if a person puts on one of your masks and a wig," Lois asked, "then looks into a mirror, the mask turns into their real new face and the wig becomes real hair?"

"Exactly," Lana replied, "and, unless I've made special arrangements beforehand, when the mask becomes their face they also assume the identity of that face.  Then any identity related things which-"

Lois cut her off before Lana got to mention the effects of verbal instructions.  "Hey!  I'm starting to get an idea of what you have in store for the girls of the Justice League," Lois told her.  "Did you have a mask in mind to hide my own identity from them if I'm going to be helping you?"

"Yes, and obviously one that wouldn't control your mind.  Hey, I just thought of another of my masks other than this one you've seen in use," Lana told her.  "Remember that time you were up on the Watchtower and Catwoman was in the group pretending to be Cat Grant?"

"That was one of your masks Selina used?" Lois asked, then took another sip from her tea.  "No wonder we all thought Selina was really Cat until she took off the wig and mask which we found discarded."

Lana finished with her own sip, then said, "Right, one of the few masks I never got back.  I'd arranged for Selina to have as much control over it as-  ...oops, more later on at the hotel.  Here come our sandwiches."

Lois was dying to learn more, but years of experience as a reporter had given her lots of experience in waiting.

Both of the girls kept their manners and didn't talk while eating, but as soon as she swallowed her last bite, Lois's guest said, "I sure am glad you suggested stopping here, Lois.  That was one of the best Ruebens I've ever tasted."

"I had a feeling you'd like it," Lois replied while dabbing her lips with her napkin.  "Too bad you can't share the enjoyment with your twin."

The present Lana grinned.  "Yeah, that would be a fun twist to my masking powers.  My mask could make the real owner of its face experience whatever I'd wish her to, like getting the flavor of this Rueben in her mouth.  I presume the real Lana hasn't been here very often since the waitress didn't recognize me."

Lois shook her head.  "Nope, at least not that I know of.  She might have stopped here with Clark at some point."

"Hmm...odds are, she never would have come here dressed like a slutty whore, but at least I didn't do up Lana's face with wanton makeup.  Anyway, let's finish our teas and get back to my hotel room.  Let me cover the bill."

"You sure you want to pay for both of us?"

Lana giggled.  "I presume you're not aware of my...ahem, deep pockets.  If you've been thinking I flew here on an airliner, you're in for a surprise."

"Oh, so you've got some money, eh?" Lois said with a raised eyebrow.  "I guess that partially explains your spur of the moment acquisition of that pink outfit."

"And so much more!"  Just then Natalie came in sight, and Lana said much louder, "Could we get our bill, please?"

The waitress came over closer while digging into the pouch of her apron and thinking, 'Must be a pretty active whore, or at least have well to do customers, if she's buying lunch.'  When she got to their table, she laid the bill in front of Lana, saying, "One bill, coming right up.  Did you enjoy your sandwiches?"

"Excellent as always, Natalie," Lois said before Lana could reply.  "My friend really liked her Rueben."

"I'll pass that on to Jim.  I hope you both have a good weekend."

"Thanks," Lois answered, "I'm sure we will."

As Natalie walked off, Lois lowered her voice and said, "I'd bet she's wondering what I'd be doing over the weekend with a redhead dressed like a prostitute.  You wanna do the tip, too, or can I get that?"

Lana laughed, then said, "Yes, Lana Lang, who just does design work for a cover.  She's really a promiscuous and slutty whore," she thought then of who she was with at the moment, then added, "a promiscuous slut and wanton lesbian whore.  If nothing else, maybe I've lowered that waitress's opinion of you!  I've got her tip, and don't worry, I always tip well for good service."  She opened her little pink purse, then asked, "Can you break a ten?"

Lois checked her own wallet, then said, "I don't have enough ones to give you ones and a five, I've just got two fives."

Lana handed Lois the ten, saying, "Perfect.  Set one of those fives on the table top for me and just give me the other one."

"You weren't kidding about tipping big, were you!"

"Nope.  I'm a firm believer in rewarding good service.  Okay, let's go hit the register and then get to my room."

As they neared the Ramada a few minutes later, Lana told Lois, "It might be better if I go back in the same way I left, alone.  Wait a minute or so, then go on in and up to room 427.  Use the main, center elevator."

"Right, some of the staff might even recognize me."

As when she'd left, no questions were raised as the super sexy looking Lana Lang walked through the lobby to the elevator, just eyebrows and libidos.  When the front desk crew saw Lois Lane come in a moment later, they wondered which of the hotel's guests she was coming to see.  The thought disappeared as soon as the reporter did likewise with the elevator doors closing behind her.  She found it was a really short distance down the fourth floor hallway to 427, and knocked when she got there.

The current redhead was leaving nothing to chance and looked through the door's eye piece.  Then she unlocked and opened the door.  "Come on in!"

"As nice as ever, I see," Lois said while entering, "this Ramada here in Metropolis is one of their best."

"It's my hotel of choice," Lana said while securing the door behind her.  "Now then, as I was starting to say back at the cafe, I never got that Cat Grant mask back.  I presume they've got it stowed away somewhere in the Watchtower.  Thanks to the link I keep with all my masks, I'd know right away if somebody else ever tried to put it on.  Selina Kyle was the only person keyed for that mask; anyone else putting it on with a wig would turn into another Cat Grant, blonde or otherwise, once they look into a mirror.  Even more interesting, though, is the way that mask bonded with Selina.  If whoever puts it on gets back to me to have it removed, the face they will see in a mirror later will not be who they used to be, they'll find that they're now a twin of Selina Kyle."

"Hah!  Keep that mask away from me, then.  Selina already turned me into Catwoman a few years ago, but at least it was just her costume on me; it was my own face behind that mask and cowl."

Lana grinned.  "I was going to ask you about that incident.  I read the brief note you have in your costuming tales on that website."

"What she did," Lois explained, "was turn me into her twin, other than our faces and hair, by having me put on one of her costumes.  Then she used her Cat's Eye ring and hypnotized me.  I thought I was Selina Kyle and really was Catwoman then for the better part of a day."

"Hmm, I wish we had that ring," the plotter told Lois.  "Hypnotizing the Justice League girls would be a good way to subdue them for the masking joke."

"You are doing this just as a brief April Fools joke, aren't you?" Lois asked.  "As much as I despise the members of the League at the moment, in the long run I'm sure I'll get back in stride with them."

"Right, just for April Fools, plus a day or two for effect," Lana answered.  "They snubbed me from helping them as Harlequin, and I want each of the girls to feel the same rejection I've felt."

"Good.  Now, as far as hypnotizing goes, I think I know a quick way to get some mind control powers," Lois told her.  "You know how Superman and Supergirl have a hypnotizing super power?"

"Yes?"

"Well, back when Dhar-Nel used his Kryptonian Plastimold to change me three times," Lois related, "he only had me become three types of Earth women.  And then I had Superman change me into a black woman.  All just basic human females.  Recently, Superman translated the Kryptonian writing on the machine's controls.  It turns out invulnerability, super strength and flying are out of the question, but the machine can infuse some of their other powers, such as hearing and sight.  I figured we could use the machine on me again and key in some super hypnotic powers."

"Wow, that'd be perfect!" Lana replied.  "I have wondered if maybe I could imbue some hypno powers into the eyes of the mask I was going to have you use.  Is that machine accessible?"

"Could you really add that kind of power to a mask?  As long as it didn't wipe out the power from the machine, maybe the mask could make the power even stronger.  Oh, yeah, the machine.  Superman has had it locked up over at S.T.A.R. Labs.  I have...uh, I know where the keys are kept," Lois finished slyly.

"Fantastic!  You wouldn't even need one of my masks then, you could get a whole new body and face from that machine."

"Exactly, but if your mask can increase the power even more, that would make it a bonus," Lois said.  "Maybe we can get in there tonight.  It would be easier than on any other weekday, and even easier than tomorrow or Sunday."

"Would we have to worry about Superman catching on to what we're doing?"

Lois shook her head while saying, "I doubt it.  It turns out turning on Bolero last night wasn't necessary.  Super Oaf is off the planet, should be back on Sunday night."

"Good, I know Supergirl isn't around, either.  I had to check on her relative to the other Justice League girls.  By the way, which recording of Ravel's Bolero was that?" Lana asked.

"An older one, from the Gotham City Philharmonic."

"I thought it sounded familiar," Lana replied.  "Well, let me demonstrate now how my masks work, and in the process show you some extras I also bought for this outfit."  She walked over to stand before the vertical mirror, pulled off all the pink and set it aside, then released the mask's magic.  Lois watched as her body reverted to Duela's marginally less shapely one, but with larger breasts.  The red hair looked more like the wig it really was, and the latex mask became obvious under it.  Duela left them both on, and walked away from the mirror.

"Now watch," she told Lois.  "This mask is ordered for me to stay myself, but I'll narrate from the perspective of the mask changing me.  First, I'll alter the mask a bit."  Lois saw the latex version of Lana's face become adorned with all the extreme makeup of a wanton whore they'd been saying hadn't been done the first time.  But that wasn't the only change the alteration did.  Duela went to face the mirror again and see her reflection.  "You see?  I would look into the mirror and see myself.  Instantly the mask and wig would transform into flesh and hair," which they did, "and now the mask would rearrange my mind while changing my body so that it would make me see and know that I am Lana Lang."

Duela's body changed to Lana's again but, this time with the face of a sex-crazed whore and breasts much bigger than even Duela's.  "Lana will see her naked body, then see her costume next to the mirror and be compelled to put it on."  Quickly the pink was put back on.  "Lana Lang will now look in the mirror and see herself dressed in the super sexy pink, wearing the makeup of a slutty hooker.  She knows she only does design work as a day job to cover her true source of income as an insatiable and wanton whore...heh, a super slutty lesbian whore like we said back at the table.  But Lana also knows that she's really a super criminal with the power the mask has given her to be a villainess who can...um...turn invisible, and while invisible teleport to any place.  As long as she's invisible, nothing at all can harm her.  So if she teleports into a hostile environment, all she has to do is stay invisible and teleport to a place she can sense is better, or anywhere else until it's safe."

The now even sexier looking Lana turned away from the mirror and went to grab one of the white bags from the bed to bring back with her.  "However, Lana knows she doesn't have her super powers while dressed as a hooker or any other regular clothes.  She'll find the special additions to her pink outfit which will fully empower her."  She pulled out the thigh high versions of the pink boots from the bag, then the shoulder length pink gloves and the mask.  She pulled off the knee high boots and the pink shorts, then pulled on the thigh high boots.  She pulled on the gloves, then placed the wickedly sexy mask over her eyes, which was then secured by the hooks over her ears.  Then she stood to face the mirror once again.  "Lana knows that once she's in her ultra sexy costume and sees herself in the mirror, she's not just the whore named Lana Lang, she is the evil villainess and super criminal called Phantom."

Lois was very impressed.  "Thanks!  That would be a wicked transformation to an evil version of Lana Lang.  I can see how the mask does the identification change, so the rest of my hypno powers would depend on your mask magic being able to give powers like you described."

"I'm pretty sure I can," Lana told her.  "I just never thought to do powers with my mask changes in the past."


Across town, on the other side of Metropolis

The magical power of Duela's mask was even more capable than she could have imagined.  In Lana Lang's design studio located in the west side of Metropolis, the redheaded beauty was alone in her office chatting on the phone with the head of one of Metropolis's modeling agencies about a showing of summer fashions.  Suddenly her taste buds came alive with the flavor of a Rueben sandwich.  'What the?!' she wondered.  "Um, Maddie, I'll have to get back to you later, something just came up here."

"Okay, Lana.  We're going to do lunch here in a few minutes, so call me back after 2, 'kay?"

"After 2, right."  Lana hung up the phone and looked at her clock.  11:17.

After sitting at her desk for a minute or so while contemplating the sudden intrusion of the taste of a good lunch, Lana got up to go over to the sink usually used for washing hands while drawing.  She didn't have a toothbrush, but figured rinsing her mouth might help.  There were no cups, so she turned on the cold water and bent over to stick her lips into the flow.  She swished her mouth three times, but the flavor was still prominent.

The perplexed redhead went back to her desk and punched the button for Josephine out at the desk near her office door, along with sliding the switch to speaker phone.  After a few moments she heard, "Any news about the summer show to pass on?"

"No, Maddie told me they were breaking for lunch there.  I'm supposed to call her back after 2.  Hey, something's come up here I need to try and take care of.  Joey, make sure nobody tries to come into the office until I get back to you."

"Okay.  You're sure you won't want any help?"

Ms. Lang gave that a quick thought, but her mouth decided.  "I need to straighten this out by myself."

"Right.  Good luck with whatever you need to do."

"Thanks.  Later."

The Rueben's flavor was ebbing a bit, but was oddly still present.  Lana went back to the sink and spent a good bit of time trying to rinse out that flavor.  It didn't help.  So she dried using paper towels, then walked over to the only mirror in her office, a full size vertical one meant for the use of her models.  She opened up her mouth close to the mirror's edge, but without a flashlight there wasn't much to see.  There was a pen light in her desk drawer, so the redhead went to get it.  She had to dig for it, but eventually held it up and flicked it on to test the battery.

She went back to the mirror, and this time Lana angled the light both directly and reflected into her mouth to try and get enough brightness to see if there was some piece of food lodged in her teeth or whatever that rinsing wasn't washing away.  There was nothing she could see.

While Lana was peering into her mouth, she noticed a sudden sensation as if her bra was too small.  She backed away from the mirror, and saw her face with heavy but elegantly applied makeup.  'What the-?!  I look like a damned hooker.  Where'd that makeup come from?'  Then she glanced down.  'Naked?!  Now I know why it felt like my bra was too small.'  She could easily see the much larger breasts she somehow had now.  Then she stepped back to get a look at her whole body in the mirror.  'Different, and much more sexy looking, but at least I know I'm still Lana Lang and not some over sexed slut.'

In the reflection, she caught a glimpse of her dress and shoes piled to her right and some pink on the floor to her left.  She turned and crouched to check it out, and found a pair of pink boots, some suntan pantyhose, some barely there pink shorts and a sleeveless pink leotard.  Her left hand grabbed the pantyhose, seemingly acting on its own accord, then Lana found herself standing and walking over to the plush chair next to her desk.  'What the hell is going on?'  She seemed mystified.  As she at the same time both unwillingly and eagerly pulled on the pantyhose, the changing woman noticed a medium sized, plain brown cardboard box in front of her desk; she was positive it wasn't there as she was walking over.

As if her mind wouldn't let her dwell on that, Lana stood and walked back over to the mirror in her stocking feet.  Her body was still acting as if some other mind was controlling it, reaching down to pick up the leotard and then put it on.  'I can't believe the way this thing has molded my torso,' the redhead noted as she zipped it up in back.  'It actually shaped those two massive breasts to look even more provocative, with my nipples making definite nubs to accent each.  Now for these 'hot pants'.  Wow!  They've managed to make my vaginal mound, no...the camel toe of my cunt...look as alluring as my massive, breathtakingly huge tits!'

Some provocative poses were done in front of the mirror.  'Good, now I can advertise my cunt as easily as my tits,' Lana thought without even noticing her change in nomenclature and the implication of what she was thinking.  'Now all that's left is my fuck me boots.'  With lots of enthusiasm, she slipped her feet into the boots and pulled them up to just below her knees.  They fit like a second skin and made her feet feel right at home in the pointed toes and five-inch stiletto heels.  Now fully dressed, she looked into the mirror to make sure her sexy pink outfit was perfect.  "Yes, indeed.  Even a perfectly shaped and over sexed slut needs to be properly dressed to advertise herself to all her sisters.  I can't wait to get away from this boring and shitty cover job so I can get back to making my real money.  Or at least my semilegal real money from trying to keep my cunt occupied with other women.  Now, as far as my highly illegal real money, well, for that I need my super powers."

Lana walked back over to the box in front of her desk with a wicked grin on her face and then opened it up.  "Yes, I think it's time to blow this joint and start having some real fun."  She pulled off her shorter boots and then her shorts, temporarily piling them next to the box.  Then she pulled out her nearly crotch high pink boots, thinking of how much more ultra sexy, commanding, dominating and majestic she'd look in the taller six-and-a-half-inch heels.  She expectantly and eagerly pulled each boot on, almost fully enclosing her legs in more sexy pink.  Moments later, her hands and arms were also molded in shocking pink.  All that remained was her mask, which a few seconds later was in place covering her eyes and upper face.

As she felt the power flux and surge in her body, Phantom walked back to the mirror.  "Perfect!  Now whenever I'm visible no one will be able to connect me with the whore they usually see or the designer identification in which I hide."

Phantom picked up the yellow dress and heels, then went back to the box.  She put these and the replaced pink goodies into the box, then picked it up.  "Time for some fun.  But first, to visit my apartment and drop off my box."  She blinked out of sight.

Outside the office door, Joey had been wondering about voices she thought she was hearing, but her boss had told her to make sure she was left alone.  Lana Lang's absence wouldn't be noted until Maddie called at 2:30 wondering why she hadn't called back.  By that time, Phantom was nowhere near Metropolis.


In the Ramada

While she was taking off the ultra sexy pink villainess costume, Duela was unaware of the incredible change she'd just brought about for the real Lana Lang and was telling Lois, "It's been a long time since I've used my masks in a way anywhere near as...well, wickedly for want of a better word, as the scene I just described.  Hell, the Justice League girls are only going to be turned into bad girls, but just long enough for the joke.  I'm still a heroine of course, it's just that they pissed me off so much and this is a sort of pay back."

"I know exactly what you mean.  It's hardly a matter of me being an evil minded bitch, either.  How could I be, with the husband I have.  It's just the way he- ...Superman and the others made me look like a total fool on national TV."  Lois saw the look on Duela's face, which could be seen now that the wig and mask had been removed also, and said, "Uh, Duela..."

As she was brushing her real hair back into shape, Duela cut her off.  "Two, maybe three times now I've heard you make a slip of the tongue.  It's a good thing you're with a person whose friendship with you is growing rapidly.  If my supposition is correct, it will stay between you and me.  Was Clark not there at the Planet because he and two other Justice League guys are on that mission checking on the white Martians?"

Lois shook her head to scold herself, then nodded while saying, "If you know about that bit on Mars, you must be more into the details of the Justice League than I thought.  I only just found out this morning where Superman went off to.  With that kind of information access, I'm assuming you either already know or could easily find out all the identities of the JLA members.  I must be more on edge and pissed off myself to let those slip-ups get out."

"Don't let it bother you!" Duela said as she started to put her own clothes back on.  "Like I said, it goes no further than me.  And as far as secret identities go, I could have gotten all of them that I wished, but just recently got all the girls' names while setting up the joke.  I wouldn't have to look up Batman's ID, though; I've known all about the Bat clan for a long time."

"Right.  Hey, getting dressed normally now?"

"Yep.  I was planning on taking us out to the airport to check out and maybe try on the costumes and masks I'm setting up for the joke on the girls," Duela said.  "They'd recognize me from earlier, along with my ID's and pilot's license."

"Pilot's license?"

"You'll see.  I did make a driver's license for Lana, but nothing else.  Now then, do you suppose the folks out at Butler at the airport might recognize you as easily as the crew here at the hotel?"

"I can't be sure," Lois replied, "but since our helo is hangared there and I ride in it often enough, my face should be well known to at least a few of them."

Duela grinned while nodding.  "Exactly, but I bet they wouldn't recognize Lana Lang, would they?"

"That I doubt.  Hey, wait.  Duela-"

"Get out of those clothes.  And don't worry, the mask is still set to not alter its wearer's mind."

"Unbelievable..." Lois muttered softly as she started to strip.

"What?"

"Well, I didn't have a mask to use, but a few years ago, even before I got turned into Catwoman, I used makeup, a wig and clothes to become Lana Lang and frame her.  Luckily, Superman straightened everything out and we've been on better terms ever since.  Now, using your mask, I'm really going to be Lana!"

"Just for this afternoon, at least for today."  Duela picked up the mask.  "It's easy enough to put on, at least for me, since I'm so used to putting them on.  All you need to do is stretch open the neck and pull it down over your head, then line up your nose and lips with those of the mask so your eyes will also be set.  Oh, here," she went to her own purse and pulled out a fresh hair net, "put your hair up under this first."

Lois took and put on the hair net, then tested the stretch of the mask's neck.  "Just be careful with your nails," Duela cautioned, "that magical latex is more fragile than it looks."

"Right, thanks for the warning.  This is a lot more stretchable than I figured it would be."

"Well?"

"Okay..."  Lois lifted the spread out neck over her head, then pulled down with her eyes closed.  She felt her nose and then her lips fill the moldings, then pulled the neck down over her jaw to meet her own.  Her hands went up to fine tune the setting of her nose and lips, then she opened her eyes.  It had worked as advertised, she could easily see Duela through the lenses of the mask's green eyes; she was holding the red wig.  "Go ahead and put that on for me," Lois said, her still original voice muffled by the still closed latex lips.

Duela positioned the wig over the bald latex dome, then said, "I could just make the mask change using my magic, but go ahead and do the bit with looking into the mirror.  Don't worry, you'll get Lana's face, hair and body, but not her mind."

Lois turned to look into the mirror, and realized right away that the slutty makeup was still on the mask.  There was no time or chance to do anything about that, because an instant later it was her real face and not a mask that was made up like a slutty whore.  That wasn't all, she now had those two massive breasts.  "I should have asked you to change this mask back to the normal Lana's face and body," she said in Lana's voice.

"You mean your normal face and body, don't you?"

"Hah!  Yeah, I guess you're right, and already I'm beginning to enjoy this look and how it makes me feel.  Now, just like what you said to me earlier, you and I both know otherwise, but right now I am Lana Lang."

Duela was handing her the suntan pantyhose along with the pink leotard and shorts, and asked, "Which would you prefer, the knee highs or the thigh highs?"

She was very tempted to say she wanted the thigh high boots, but the mind of Lois Lane knew better than to try and run around in six-and-a-half-inch heels.  "Knee highs, please," Lana replied as she finished pulling on the pantyhose.  The leotard went on quickly afterward, with a brief fascination concerning the way it handled her huge breasts, then as soon as the shorts were on and zipped tight, Duela handed her the shorter pair of boots.  Lana sat on the end of the bed, then found out for herself just how easy it was to pull them on.  Then she stood, and a moment later struck a street walker's pose.  "Lesbian whore Lana Lang now set to go with her client to the airport!"

"Hmmm...Lesbian, you say?  Don't give me any ideas, bitch!" Duela grinned.

Duela took most of the cards from Lana's purse to put back into her own wallet, then handed it to Lana with primarily the driver's license and the makeup.  "Okay, my dike pickup, let's go.  You go first, down to the level three parking lot.  I'll follow a minute or two later."

Lana headed for the door, and Duela thought, 'Now it's time for you to give them a thrill down in the lobby, especially the way you look now!  I wonder if you came up with that lesbian whore stuff on your own, or if the mask picked up what I said back at that sandwich shop and here during that demo and kept it?'  She waited a bit, then went out the door herself.

As she was walking toward the elevator, Lois as the new redhead was thinking, 'I do still have my own mind, but since I'm now in her body, I'd better start thinking that I actually am Lana Lang.'  Her mind went on hold more or less while waiting for the elevator, which didn't take very long.  She got in and pressed the button for the lobby.  'Too bad they didn't have this central elevator going all the way down to the garage,' Lana thought as the door was closing.  'If Duela got ogled as Lana earlier, I'm really going to catch their eyes with this huge pair of breasts and the hooker makeup.  I hope nobody stops me to ask about my much bigger breasts.'

The door opened to the lobby at the end of that thought, with an elderly couple standing there waiting to get on.  Lana had to suppress the giggle that wanted to burst out; the old man was giving her an appreciative eye, while his wife just went, "Hmmph!"  Lana resisted saying anything like good afternoon, and just edged out past the couple to turn toward the garage elevator.  She made sure to brush the old guy's shoulder with her big boobs.  She made a beeline for the elevator, ignoring all the eyes that were glued to her; she was unaware of the way in which her mind was starting to rethink the way she called her assets.

After she got to the garage, to kill time while Duela was coming down, Lana looked for a car nearby that had good reflective windows.  She was used to seeing the real Lana's usual face, but it amazed the redhead to think that it was actually her with Lana's massive tits and slutty whore face.  She found a good one, and made various poses.  There wasn't anyone else nearby, so she reached over to set her purse on the trunk and then, while staring at her reflection and using Lana's voice out loud while cupping her massive tits and grasping her nipples with her fingers, she said, "Damn, this set of tits and my made up face really make me look bad!  I truly am a promiscuous and wanton lesbian whore, even if I was just joking upstairs.  Heh!  To think I'm really Lois Lane, and now I myself am one really bad girl who just has to break the law and absolutely love doing it...and with the right costume, I would have super powers and be a really evil super villainess!  Hell, I'm now one of the sexiest lesbian sluts that ever lived!"  She looked over toward the elevator, still no sign of Duela.

Lana had to wait three minutes altogether for Duela to come down and join her in the garage.  "Sorry about that," she said, "the elevator was busy and I had to wait for it."

"I bet I know why it was busy!" Lana said, then giggled.

"Huh?"

Lana just grinned.  "Oh, never mind.  You're here now, so lead me to your car."

Now it was Duela's turn to grin.  "Silly Girl!  You're standing behind it!"

The woman who now knew for certain she was a lesbian whore turned, not having paid much attention before, just looking at her reflection.  Then Lana gasped, "You got a Cadillac?"

"Nice, isn't it.  You'll like the interior even more.  Go ahead and get in, I already unlocked it."

"Want me to drive?  You did say I have a driver's license in here."  Lana held up her little pink purse.

"No, sorry.  I do have Lana Lang listed as a second driver on the contract, but I want to do this myself.  But if you know any shortcuts, please let me know."

As they were getting seated Lana said, "If we're going to the Butler terminal, turn away from the airport on the way out of the hotel.  Then, when we get to 613, a turn east will get us right to their gate."

"613?"

"Oops, that's what we call it locally.  If you know the roads, that's Diplomat Avenue."

"Ah, okay," Duela answered, "I wish I had tried that route on the way in.  It didn't look right on the map."

"Trust me, you'll see."

During the trip out, Duela and Lana discussed more of their costuming adventures.  Duela and Lois's, that is.  Lana amazed the younger woman with the extent of her costume wearing.  She also asked if Duela was familiar with a heroine called Insect Queen.  Duela nodded, then heard what she didn't know.  That Insect Queen was really Lana Lang.  Even more costuming connections!

As they turned into Butler's lot, Duela said, "You were right, of course, that did take less time, even though it was a longer distance.  Now, get ready to add a few more costumes to your record."

"I'm looking forward to seeing what you've got," Lana said as she opened her door.

At the desk inside, Duela showed her driver's and pilot's licenses while telling the clerk, "This is my friend, Lana Lang.  We're going out to my plane to do some work inside."

"Okay.  Ms. Lang, could I see some ID, please?"

Lana opened up her little pink purse and grasped 'her' driver's license.  "Here you go, sir."  She had to fight the giggle that wanted to come out.

"Thanks, one moment please."  Her name didn't cause any bleeps during the security check, so he copied Lana's info onto a visitor's pass.  Then he gave her a more careful look.  "Ma'am, keep this visible at all times while you're on the ramp.  I'd suggest clipping it to your belt, since...well,-"

Lana did giggle this time.  "I know what you mean!  Onto my belt, fer sher!"

As the two girls headed toward the door, he wondered what kind of work Ms. Dent planned with the red headed bimbo.

On the way out, Duela raised her voice to say, "I should have grabbed some ear protectors.  Just do your best around all these APUs.  I presume you're up to speed on ramp safety?  Oh, and you do know about APUs, don't you?"

Lana put her lips closer to Duela's left ear and replied, "Yes, about the ramp safety, and auxiliary power units, those little jet engines that supply electrical power and air on the ground, and make all this racket."

"Just electrical power.  We don't get bleed air from most APUs."

"Oh, I thought that was how the main engines got started.  Hey, look at this purple trimmed white G4!  Wow, what a paint job!"

"Usually no bleed air is needed to crank the engines, we just spin them up with the electrical power," Duela explained.  "So you like my paint job, eh?"

"You've got to be kidding!  This Gulfstream is yours?"

"Yep!  Look at the registration.  That should clue you in fast."

Lana looked up at the tail.  "N2LA.  2-L-A.  Two Lima Alpha.  Oh, I get it!  Two-El-Ah, short 'a' sound.  Your first name, almost."

"Yeah, and the controllers never get it because they do it the phonetic way you did it first.  Now, let's get aboard and out of all this noise."  Duela went over to the nose gear well and hit the button for the door and stairs.  One of the few things the battery was vital for.  The door opened from the top and hinged at the bottom to expose the steps on its inner surface.

After they climbed aboard, Duela went to the flight deck to turn on her own APU.  As soon as it was up and online with all lights running, she closed the door from the accessory panel switch.  Lana was standing behind her now, so Duela turned and said, "See that circuit breaker panel on the wall to your right?"

Lana turned her head and saw the panel full of small buttons.  "Uh-huh."

"Okay, high toward the upper right corner, find 11A and pull it."  It came out with a click.  "Now the outside door actuator is disabled.  Nobody can come up to the plane and barge in on us.  It's still early, so before we get out the costumes and play dress up, you wanna live up to that claim that you're a lesbian whore?"

Lana nodded eagerly while answering, "Not just a claim!  As Lana I feel that I truly am a real bad girl, a hot lesbian slut who can't get enough of my sisters' love.  I don't know if you felt this when you were giving the mask demo in this body, but I'm guessing when you changed the mask to look ultra slutty and also changed Lana's tits...did I just say tits?...her breasts to this huge size, I think it made it so that as Lana, I feel starved for sex.  But not hetero sex.  I heard you say Lana would be an insatiable and wanton whore, but I didn't notice you saying anything about being a lesbian.  You must have been thinking along that line when you changed the mask.  It's still letting me know that who I really am, but the mask must be altering my personality and desires."

"Hmmm...no, I don't think I noticed that, but then I was only in that slutty version of the mask for five or six minutes.  Do you feel okay with how you're acting?  I could easily deactivate that mask right away, instead of waiting until we do the costumes."

"Don't you dare!" Lana exclaimed.  "I hate to admit it, but I'm really enjoying the extreme sexual impulses I'm feeling as a wanton lesbian slut.  Do any of those seats in back open up to form a bed?"

"Better than that!  Folded up against the starboard rear wall is a cot nearly the size of a twin bed.  It's fully cushioned, we just need to slide a seat forward.  Let's go, and I'll let you stay super sexed until you need to be Lois."

Duela led Lana aft after putting Lana's ID on the pilot's seat, then showed her how to release and slide the seat.  "I presume you've noticed how the bed folds out at the bottom.  The bed frame rests on the deck, so in effect you sleep a bit more than the mattress height from the floor.  And yes, before you ask, this does serve as a great way to join the 'mile high club'.  Of course, I'm almost always doing the flying, so I use it more often on the ground to get some sleep if I'm not close to any good hotels in my travels."  She unhitched the bed and eased it down to the floor.  "These are fresh sheets.  Go ahead and get undressed if you wish while I go get the pillow."

As eager as she was, Lana had other ideas.  "Go ahead, but I'm going to stay dressed until you're back."

Duela nodded and went back to the storage cabinet on the aft wall between the two big fan engines.

She was already close to a strictly fantasy and expectation induced orgasm, but as soon as Duela's back was to her, Lana reached up with both hands to fondle her huge tits (no, not breasts, tits) and then pinch her nipples which were standing up at the front of each fleshy mound.  That really got her juices flowing, and she had to stop before causing a sexual explosion.  Good thing, because just as Lana let go of her nipples, Duela closed the bin door and turned to bring the pillow.  "Well," she said, "there's no shower on this bird, but there is a sink so we can do a makeshift cleaning.  Shall we get the sheets soiled?"

"Put down that pillow, then sit on the edge of the bed," Lana said.

As soon as her hostess was on her duff, Lana crouched to pull off in an erotic manner each of Duela's shoes, followed by her jacket, slacks, the blouse, then finally her bra, pantyhose and panty.  She fondled Duela's tits and nipples briefly as the bra came off, then when finished she stood.

"Ooo, that was a very erotic undressing," Duela said, "shall I do the same for you now?"

"I've been ready to just dive into you, but it would be best to keep the leotard and shorts clean," Lana replied, then turned to sit on the bed while Duela stood.

As she crouched, Duela said, "This will be different.  I've removed that outfit while I was in that body, now I get to do that from a different perspective."  With that, she drew the left boot down, then pulled on the back of the boot from up behind the heel.  The right boot followed.  Even with the hose still covering her feet, Duela kissed each of Lana's big toes.  Then she unhooked the belt buckle and unzipped the shorts before pulling them off her friend while she planted her feet and raised her butt a bit.

Pulling off Lana's pink leotard gave Duela a perfect opportunity to return the breast fondling, and was pleased to see the slutty redhead shudder with a massive orgasm as she did so.  'More to come!' she thought with glee as the pantyhose were pulled down off her legs.  With her partner's body now totally exposed, she planted her lips on the red haired crotch that was already wet and very hot.  Her tongue shot into the crevasse to find a very much stiff and huge clitoris.  First she flicked her tongue across it, then the masker went further in to clench the clit in her teeth.  While she was there, another orgasm shook Lana and Duela drank in the latest flow of female juices.  Very tasty!  While her teeth were still biting her clit, Duela raised her hands up to pinch Lana's nipples.  Three in a row, this girl was really hot!

Duela lost any further chance to make Lana cum, as the redhead grabbed her and turned her over underneath herself.  In short order her own clit was being eaten while first her hips and then her breasts were fondled by her partner.  It did take a bit longer since she was more or less a normally sexed female, but Lana had Duela shuddering in the first of two orgasms, to her great satisfaction.

It went back and forth for another thirty or so minutes, then Duela said, "I don't know about you, but I'm totally exhausted now."

Lana shook her head.  "Not me, I'm still ready to cum a lot more!"

"Save that energy, then," Duela replied.  "We might find some ways to have fun while we play the roles of the various daughters.  While you're still in that mask, go on up to the sink on the port side and rinse yourself off.  Then I'll take off your mask so you can wear other masks as Lois Lane."

"Aw, do I have to change?  Why can't I just stay as a sexual weapon and put the other masks over this face?"

'What the hell has happened to Lois?' Duela thought.  "No, that could work, but it's safer to just put a mask over your own head."

"Oh, okay," Lana replied dejectedly.  She went forward to wash up while Duela stripped the sheets (now very much soiled!) and put the cot back up.  As soon as Lana came back looking and smelling much better, Duela went to wash up herself.

When she got back to where Lana was standing, Duela worked her magic to turn the redhead's hair into a wig and her slutty face into a latex mask.  "Go ahead and take off the wig and then your mask."

With abandon, Lana reached up to yank off the red wig, and then, with much more care, she reached under the latex along her throat to start lifting it up and then off her head.  Lois shook her hair to loosen it up after the wig cap was off, then she handed the three items to Duela.  There was a wicked looking grin on her lips.  "Uh, shouldn't I have lost that feeling of being a really bad girl and a promiscuous lesbian slut after that mask came off?"

"You mean you still feel that way?" Duela asked, getting even more puzzled.

"Yes, and I sure am glad!"  Nothing more was said, but Duela wondered just how her partner had picked up the tendencies in her own personality and not just while masked.  It would have to wait for later, since it didn't seem to be a problem and Lois seemed happy.

"Okay.  Maybe that will increase what you get from wearing the masks and costumes of the criminal daughters the Justice League girls are going to become.  I've got the costumes and stuff in those boxes you might have noticed halfway back around the seats.  Let's go check 'em out."

Duela led Lois to the boxes, and upon opening each said, "What I have planned is for Hawkgirl to become Riddler's Daughter, Huntress to be Scarecrow's Daughter, Wonder Woman to be Catwoman's Daughter or more easily Catgirl, Black Canary to become Joker's Daughter and Zatanna to be Penguin's Daughter."

Lois thought for a moment, then said, "Don't you think it might be more appropriate for Wonder Woman to become the obese Penguin's Daughter?  I also think it would be better in that case if Zatanna was to become Joker's Daughter and let Black Canary turn from a bird to a cat."

Duela started to think about the suggestions, then said, "Those are good suggestions, thanks.  I should have thought about the reversal for the Amazon and the sort of reversal for Black Canary.  But while Penguin is obese, it was my body seen on his daughter, so Wonder Woman will have the Penguin's daughter's face but still have a very shapely body.  Still good for her, though.  And you'll be in for a surprise with Scarecrow's Daughter.  Originally it was just me under that crone mask, but for Huntress I've made a very special change.  How would you like to become Catgirl to see how Black Canary will look?"

"Hah!  Sure, I've already been Catwoman, so now I get to try out being her daughter!"

"Okay, but first let me show you how Zatanna will look and change into the first of the daughters I became back then."  Duela put on another wig cap, then lifted the Joker's Daughter mask up over her head to pull it into position.  She added the curly green wig over the wicked clown face, then activated her magic to turn them both into the real thing.  Then came the purple pantyhose, the bright green long sleeved blouse with a wide collar, the purple pants with thin black stripes that had loops going under her feet to keep them tight, the golden yellow vest, the purple jacket and finally the wrist length purple gloves.

"You might have noticed the loops at the bottom of these slacks," Duela pointed out.  "Originally, they went under the heels of my shoes instead of under my feet themselves.  But with the newest version of this costume, they don't matter."  Duela...er, Joker's Daughter reached over to the box holding all the new pairs of boots and pulled out the knee high purple ones with stiletto heels twice the height of the costume's original three-inch heeled shoes.  She unzipped them and sat to pull each on, then zip them back up to hug her ankles and calves tightly.  "Well, what do you think of this new look?" she said while standing back up.

"From what I remember of the pictures back then, this costume looks a lot sexier and more wicked looking with those boots instead of the shoes.  I recall the knee high block heeled boots Catgirl had, and I can't wait to see what you have in mind now."

"You're about to find out, Catgirl!"  Joker's Daughter quickly pulled another wig cap over Lois's hair, then picked up the most beautiful of all the daughters masks and pulled it down over her head.  The long black wig which fell to her waist followed, and since Lois wasn't supposed to really turn into Catgirl using a mirror, the magic was invoked again.  She now looked gorgeous and much younger, and was handed a purple colored G-string panty which barely covered her mound.  Then she was handed a long sleeved, dark purple dress with a deep V to expose her cleavage and a slit up the left side to expose almost all of that leg.  Joker's Daughter handed Catgirl her cowl, which got put on to cover her head and hide her gorgeous identity.  Next she was given the knee length green cape that framed the cleavage exposing V of the dress.

"Now for your new boots!  See the way that skirt lets almost all of your left leg to be seen?  Forget about showing off that flesh."  Two black boots got pulled from the box, and they just seemed to keep on coming!  Joker's Daughter held them up, and Catgirl saw that they were also adorned with incredibly high heels; just how far up her legs would those boots go?  Just one way to find out.  She took them from her teammate's hands and unzipped them before sitting down.  She slipped her feet into the high arches of the boots' bottoms, then pulled up the zippers to draw each one tightly to her legs almost all the way to her purple G-string.  So instead of the slit of her costume dress showing off the flesh of her legs, it now showed off the gleaming black which covered them.

"Meowwrrrr, these boots are just to die for!"

'What the?  Lois hasn't used a mirror, is she somehow still getting the personality of Catgirl?' Joker's Daughter wondered.  "I hope you're just getting into your latest role, and not really turning into Catgirl."

"No, but this is the purrrrrfect costume for the canary!  Too bad it's just my own talon fingernails instead of clawed gloves like Catwoman had for her costume."

"I hadn't considered changing the costume to add gloves besides the new boots.  Do you think they would make it even better?"

"Oh, yes!" Lois as Catgirl answered.  "Maybe we should look for some wicked dominatrix gloves when we go looking for a costume for me to wear."

"Okay, why not?" Duela as Joker's Daughter replied.  "Now, before you decide to jump on me and have sex as Catgirl, which daughter would you like to try next?"

"Meowwwrrrr, I'm perfectly happy being Catgirl.  I'll just wait to see the other costumes and boot variations on the Justice League girls.  Is that bed still ready for action?"

"No, I already put it up and threw the sheets into what I call the laundry bin back there.  Let's wait until after we've gotten back to my room to do any more fun on a bed, okay?"

"You don't want to know how hot and wet I am now.  But I guess I can wait.  Oh, and we'd better go looking for my costume in Gotham City.  I'd be too easily recognized here in Metropolis."  Catgirl smirked.

"Exactly what I was thinking.  I saw something I think would be perfect for you while I was getting the pink outfit last night.  Wait til you see it!"  Duela did her magic to reverse the mask and wig she was wearing, and as she started to remove Joker's Daughter's boots, she undid the magic for Catgirl.  The two costumes and boots were put back into their respective boxes to await their next wearings, and then while Duela put on her own clothes again, Lois put on the Lana mask and wig, followed by the pink outfit that made her feel so much more slutty and sexy.

When they eventually got back inside Butler's terminal, Lana handed in her visitor's pass with a big grin on her face.  That same clerk was still on duty, and he really started to wonder now what the girls had been up to out on the plane.  He would have to just guess and fantasize, not knowing just how close to reality he was getting.

This time the trip to the hotel was spent discussing just how the two girls would trap and change the girls of the Justice League.  As both while being Lana in the mask and Lois herself underneath had been inadvertently turned into evil thinking bad girls, Lana suggested using five small spray devices at foot level near the entrance of the building Duela had selected, with each one filled with a distinctive chemical makeup that they could track from their hiding place and watch where each of the heroines went.  She figured they might be able to get them while they were at S.T.A.R. later on to get vision powers and possibly a new body to go with them for Lois.  Duela was liking very much that she had selected Ms. Lane to be her accomplice for the joke.

When the girls got back to the Ramada, the parking lot was more full since it was getting later in the afternoon.  They went two more levels down to find more spaces, ending up not quite as close to the elevator as before, but not a long walk.  Duela went first, and Lana knew the drill to wait a bit before going up herself.  As she watched her friend go into the elevator, Lana figured she should take advantage of the car's great reflective windows again while waiting.  First she looked around to see if anybody else was in sight.  Then, after seeing nobody, she looked herself right in the eye and thought, 'God damn, I sure am good looking as the slut I am now!'  Without thinking, she started to put those thoughts into words.  "I may look like Lana, but I am truly Lois Lane and I'm not just a bad girl, I'm a lesbian slut that knows she has a wickedly wild and evil to the core personality.  Yes indeed, I'm truly perverse and vile, a minor criminal as a lesbian prostitute and a major criminal as a nasty super villainess to make the Justice League girls suffer!"  She grinned at the idea of actually being the bitch she'd just told herself she was, without knowing that Duela's mask was implanting those traits on her brain for real.  Duela should have been upstairs by now, so without realizing how vastly different she'd just become, Lana went to the elevator herself.

On the way up, she was able to catch a fuzzier reflection in the doors of the elevator.  She grinned wickedly, making her slutty face take on a demonic look.  "You are the epitome of evil, the queen of sin, you bitch!" the redhead told her reflection on a whim, unaware of how the mask she was wearing was making those statements solid parts of her rapidly changing for the worse personality.  The ding of the elevator arriving at the fourth floor broke her concentration, but the mask had already added this to what it had already imprinted on its wearer's mind.  As she strutted out of the elevator to walk down the hallway, Lana didn't realize what a conceited and strong image she was projecting.  No one was in the hallway to see the display from this slutty bitch.

She tapped on Duela's door and was allowed in at once.  "Go ahead and start taking off your Lana outfit and I'll undo the mask for you.  What time did you want to get to S.T.A.R. Labs?" Duela asked.

Lana started to pull off her boots first while answering, "It gets really slow there after 7 pm.  To get the keys, we should leave here by quarter after six.  I know a couple of the technicians who'll be on duty, and they should be able to help us with those chemical ID sprays."

"Okay, that means we have a couple of hours to kill here.  I'm all for some more bedroom fun if you want, and the restaurant down in the lobby is supposed to have some awesome steaks.  Here, let me take off your wig and mask."

Once she was the brunette reporter again, Lois smiled and told Duela, "That means I get to eat you out for an hour or so before eating some steak.  You'd better get your ass undressed, bitch!"

Once again, Duela became worried about this different behavior from Lois.  But for the time being, her demeanor was perfect for what was being planned.  So the brunette quickly got out of her clothes and pulled down the blanket and top sheets of the bed so she could hop in.  Lois was on top of her a split second later, and even without her Lana mask seemed to be a sexual typhoon.  This time Duela was brought to orgasm a lot faster and even more often as Ms. Lane seemed to be almost raping her, female to female.  'The mask had to have given her some benefit of the changes for Lana!' the masker noted.

Lois did allow Duela to return the favor to a degree but, for nearly the entire time in that bed, Duela was being administered to by the definitely more single minded and slutty lesbian her partner had become.

Both girls showered before doing dinner, and Lois borrowed some of Duela's panties to be able to have fresh ones on after washing.  The rest of what she'd started the day with was still fine for wearing.  Duela went a bit more feminine than what she wore to fly, using one of the skirt and blouse combinations from her overnight bag.  She practically glowed in the bright yellow of her blouse.  She had her own toothbrush in the overnight bag, and Lois utilized the simple one provided by the hotel, to clear their mouths of sexual flavors before going downstairs for steaks.

"Do you have any more mask forms with you that you could change into a specific face?" Lois asked.

"No, just that Lana mask.  Why?"

"Well, if I get myself a new body and face while we're at S.T.A.R., a mask of my own face that I have right now would allow us to get back out more easily."

"Hey, I hadn't thought of that.  Good catch," Duela replied.  "I don't think we need Lana anymore, so hang on a sec before going down to the restaurant."  Duela went over to the slutty looking mask, concentrated for a moment, and watched as the mask changed from looking like a slutty Lana to become identical to the woman standing close to her.  "Just one problem now.  I don't have a wig anything like your hair."

"Ah, but I do," Lois told her.  "When we go over to get my keys, I'll grab the wig I got a few years ago for when I had to cover the stubble I ended up with after a trick played by Lex Luthor."

"Hey, this is turning out to be perfect!  Sorry, but I can't picture you with a crew cut."

"It was worse than a crew cut!  Think of a guy who's a few days behind on his shaving.  That's what my head looked like then.  And I couldn't see just throwing away that wig," Lois explained.  "Now, let's go eat!"

Dinner itself proved to be just as good as predicted, with the steaks and vegetables being especially tasty.  "You realize I'll have to go on a starvation diet for the next few days after this meal," Duela told Lois while the server was taking her credit card to the register.

"The red meat is good for you, and that ten ounce portion wasn't all that big," Lois replied.  "I doubt you have anything to worry about concerning your weight or your waistline.  Besides, you'll probably walk off the calories later tonight when we go to S.T.A.R."

"Walk?"

"Right, we won't park right next to the building.  Probably at the lot that's two blocks away."

Duela smiled.  "Two blocks isn't that far a walk."

"It is when you find you'll have about three more blocks to walk inside the building!  S.T.A.R. is a lot bigger inside than most people figure.  Just be glad they don't have the inner acreage of the Pentagon.  THAT's walking."

"Heh, I've heard about getting around in the Pentagon," Duela replied.  "Well, shall we get over to your place to get the keys?"

"Yes, lets.  It's not that far, really, but traffic can be a bitch on Friday evenings.  That's why I wanted to allow as much time."

"I presume you're not close enough to walk and avoid the traffic, are you?" Duela asked.

"Yes and no.  We could walk, but unless traffic is tied up by an accident or whatever, going by your car would be better.  Let's get going."

"As soon as I get my card back.  Ah, here she comes now."

"Here you are, Ma'am.  I trust you both enjoyed your dinners tonight?"

"You don't see us scowling, do you?" Duela joked.  "I feel like I don't have to eat for another few days right now, but for that great tasting steak it was well worth it."

"Thanks, you two have a nice evening," she said before turning to handle other customers.

The girls walked a bit more slowly over to the elevator and thence to the car after such a good meal, but already started to feel better as the walking loosened them up.  Traffic was slow and a bit tied up, but the trip to the condo tower in which Lois and Clark lived ended with finding a good parking space only a block away.  "Too bad you couldn't just pull into one of our spaces here," the reporter now thinking very much differently from when she'd left said.  "But they're really strict about illegal parking."

"No worse than in most of Gotham City, I'm sure," Duela replied.

"I haven't been there often enough to get a good feel for that.  Now, with Clark gone for a few days, you can come up with me and I should be able to get the keys without any worry."

On the way up to her unit, Lois was greeted by a number of the other occupants.  Most were a bit puzzled by her less jovial answers and total lack of wave returns.  Duela was starting to know what to expect and didn't let it phase her.

As expected, Duela saw a very neatly arranged and clean condo when they got there.  She looked around at the various photos hanging on the walls and resting on the table in the living room while Lois went to get the keys.  It didn't take long at all, and her partner came into the living room swinging a set of keys in her left hand and a black wig in her right.  "Presuming I get recognized and they let us in the front door, we now have just what we need to work with the body machine at S.T.A.R."

"You don't expect them to have any problem with me being with you, do you?"

Lois shook her head.  "My vouching for you should be enough.  Just let me do most of the talking, okay?  Oh, and your purse is bigger than mine.  Wanna take this wig in your purse, along with that mask?"

"Of course, to both questions," Duela replied before taking the wig and putting it away.  "Well, shall we go to get you a new body and some super hypnotic powers now?"

"Yep!  Let's hope traffic is no worse than it was for getting here."

Between following the directions Lois was giving and at the same time dodging taxis and other cars flitting in and out of spaces along the way, Duela found the drive to the labs being a lot more of a hassle.  But apparently Lois's planning was correct, for as they approached the front door after hiking from the parking lot, it was a few minutes after 7 in the evening.

Lois punched in the code she'd been given long ago to open the outer door, and once they were inside she waited for the expected query over the intercom.  Sure enough, they heard, "Good evening, Lois.  What brings you here this evening?"

Lois recognized the voice.  "Hi, Mike.  I've got an associate with me, and I'm hoping some of the guys in the chemicals division can help us with a problem."

"You know the way.  Make sure your visitor stays with you, please."

"Of course.  Thanks, and would you please let the guys know I'm coming?"

"Already working on it.  Enjoy your walk."

"See, I told you it was a long walk in this place!" Lois grinned.

"And I presume that long walk is going to be a key part of our diverting to the Plas...Plasta...Plastimold did you call it, on the way out?"

"Exactly.  Now, like Mike said, stay close with me."  Lois went through the doors into the hallway, and Duela did see her point about the seemingly extreme length.  It took them about twelve minutes to walk all the way to the chem labs.

Lois tapped on the door when they got there, and it was answered by a young blonde haired guy.  "Hi, Lois.  What did you need us to try and set up for you?"

"Evening, Thad.  This is my friend Duela.  Duela, this is Thad Michaels, and he's a chemical genius.  Thad, I hope you can set me up with five small spray units that each have a distinct formula so a sensor device can track where each person sprayed has gone."

"Oh, that's an easy one," he replied.  "I won't ask who you're trying to track, it must be important to you.  Give me about fifteen minutes, and you'll be all set."

When he turned to go into the lab, Lois told Duela, "See, I told you he was a genius at this stuff!"

"I really lucked out when I asked you to help me!  This is starting to really seem like a workable joke now."

"I'm beginning to really get into my role as a villainess for this joke," Lois replied.  "I find myself becoming more and more eager to turn those five Justice League girls into evil daughters."

"You make it sound like a really serious change instead of a joke," Duela told her.

"Hah!  If we get the girls all changed and for some reason they stay that way, I sure wouldn't let it bother me.  Let's find something to read until Thad comes back."

Lois was sure sounding different from earlier in the day, and Duela wondered what had made this change in her partner.  But even if she was changing, it sure was helping for the prosecution of the joke.  While Lois started on a Time magazine, Duela found a collection of mystery short stories.  'Almost like a doctor's office, they must do a lot of business here,' she thought.

Both girls had their faces buried in what they were reading when Thad came into the waiting room with a box in his hands.  "This should be just what you need, Lois," he said.

As she started to look into the box, he added, "Those sprayers are so small I doubt anyone would notice them, even in daylight.  If you do this at night, no way would they be noticed.  Now, this little jewel," he held up a magazine sized plastic box with a big window in the upper portion, "will be able to detect anywhere within a mile's distance where the person who got sprayed is located.  You could lay a grid over the window, say if you have a definite location, and know in which room each person is at the moment."

"Wow, thanks a lot!" Lois replied.  "This is just what I needed.  Now I owe you one."

"Aw, don't sweat it.  This was a fun training exercise for the gang in my lab."

"I'll still keep you and the others in mind," Lois told him.  "We're going to take our time in getting back out, since there's no hurry now."

"Hah!  Yeah, walk slow instead of at a racing pace!  See you next time, and have a good weekend."

"I'm sure I will, thanks.  Bye, for now.  Duela?"

"I'm right with you."  As soon as Thad was out of earshot, Duela added in a lower voice, "I can't believe how we just got this system laid in our laps!"

"S.T.A.R. does come in handy," Lois replied.  "Now, let's walk fast, at a racing pace even, to the room at the other end of the building where Superman has the Plastimold locked up."

With the hour of night, as Lois had predicted they saw very few others as the girls made haste toward the unit.  Everyone waved since they recognized Ms. Lane, and she did her best to act like she cared.  When they finally arrived at the nondescript door which opened to alien wonders, Lois looked around to make sure nobody was watching.  There were no cameras in this part of the building since its only visitors were trusted beyond belief.  That trust was being broken now.  Lois had Duela hold the box while she used her keys to open the door.

It was of course quite dark, so Lois flipped on the lights.  She went further into the section and turned into a smaller locked up portion.  Another key opened this door, and after the lights came on a big box like an over sized mummy case came into view.  "That's it," Lois said.  "Let me get the details set up on the control panel, give me a minute or two, kay?"

"Take your time.  As long as nobody comes looking for us, we should have all the time you could need."

As Duela walked away, Lois decided doing a new body was even better than just doing the eye powers.  'Why be merely a villainess, when I can just as easily become a truly evil super villainess?'  She set the controls for a statuesque body with cartoonish seeming tits and an almost impossibly proportioned rest of the figure.  She selected a face to imply total wickedness, along with long, straight black hair.  Then she accessed the part of the panel unknown until recently, and set up super sight powers for incredibly powerful and unbeatable hypnotic power.  In use, her eyes would alter from normal blue to an alien appearing purple that glowed.

Even if it would have been fun to go shopping for a wicked looking costume later on, Lois decided to go ahead and use the Plastimold's ability to generate clothing, too.  She selected what her new persona would wear, an ankle length, sleeveless black dress similar to what she'd worn as Catgirl with a leg exposing slit going all the way up to her hips on the left side and made from a silky material, along with a matching cape that would fall to the back of her knees.  Since she'd asked for them on the Catgirl costume earlier, she also gave the outfit opera length black gloves, with black fingernail talons.  Of course, she had to be wearing something on her feet, and after her experience in the plane with Catgirl's new boots, the woman whose thinking was becoming more and more evil as she progressed set the machine for heels even higher but the boot tops not going quite as high, just to a bit over her knees.  Finally, without even noticing what she was doing, a truly nasty personality was added to go with her new face.  If she felt wicked right now, in her new body she'd be evil personified.

Since she was going to have to get out of the building as Lois Lane afterward, the soon to be super villainess took off her black heels, her short black skirt and her white blouse, then her bra, pantyhose and panties and set them on the counter top.  Then she activated the timer and stepped into the Plastimold.  As soon as she clicked the door closed, the timer started.  With her past experience in this machine, Lois was expecting all the sensations that filled her body once the process got started.  She felt the way her waist shrank and her hips and legs reshaped themselves, along especially with the way her tits were ballooning outward.  Then she felt her feet change their angle as the boots formed, followed by the sensation of the rest of her sinister costume becoming situated over her body.

A moment later, the changes were finished.  The door popped open, she stepped out, and said, "Duela?"

This was a new voice that the masker heard, which was more or less expected.  But when she came upon the demoness in black standing in front of the Plastimold, Duela gasped.  "Lois?  Is that really you?" she said weakly.

"Lois?  Who's Lois?  My name is Ms. Mesmera."

"Oh, wow.  You've outdone yourself on this new body.  I guess we won't have to go find some clothes for you now.  With your face looking as evil as it does, I'll have to duplicate that when I make the mask to increase your hypno powers."

"You'd better.  Now I have to find a way to carry out my costume after your mask changes me back to Lois."

Duela looked into the box she was holding.  The dress, cape and gloves would be easy, but those boots?  "Uh, by any chance could you wear those boots out with your Lois clothes?  Your dress, cape and gloves can fit in this box."

"I do still have the same size feet, even if everything else about me has changed.  We'll just have to hope nobody notices the different footwear for Lois as she's leaving.  And my voice should go back to being hers after you do your thing with that mask and wig."

'Lois must have really set the Plastimold for big differences,' Duela thought, 'she's referring to her real self as a different person now.'  She did a quick alteration of the mask in her purse so that besides not altering her mind it wouldn't affect her eye powers, then said, "Maybe you could use your hypnotic powers on anyone who challenges us."

"As long as that Lois Lane mask doesn't take them away."  Ms. Mesmera quickly pulled off her gloves, cape and dress, then handed them to Duela.  It had been partially noted while the dress was on, but it was now that her partner was naked that Duela finally realized just how exaggerated her new body was.  What a figure!

"You may have some difficulty getting all that hair up under the wig cap," Duela said while handing it to the vixen.

"Just you watch."  The long black hair was gathered and then piled up on top of her head.  The wig cap easily covered it.  "See?  Now, give me that mask."

The neck of the mask was spread out over Mesmera's head, and then it got pulled down over it.  "Now give me that wig."  Moments later, the magic was invoked by Duela and Lois Lane was back, including her less than imposing body and original voice.  She looked a bit odd standing there in the super sexy black boots.  But though the mask had altered her face and body, it had done nothing to alter her mind nor her super powers.  She walked over to where Lois's clothes had been placed and put them on.  She handed the shoes to Duela to add to the other items in the box.  "Are you okay carrying that box now that it's a lot heavier?"

"It's not that heavy, I can manage.  That way you'll be free to challenge anyone who comes upon us on the way out.  By the way, you'll have to wear that mask again tomorrow when we go out to the airport to leave."

"I know, I'll have to put up with being Lois Lane for the time being and again tomorrow.  Let me get this place locked up again, then let's get the hell out of here."

The settings on the Plastimold were all cleared from its memory, then the process for coming in was reversed, with lights going out and locks being set as they went.  No one became the first victim of Ms. Mesmera's powers as the pair started back out to their car.  Mesmera actually felt a bit disappointed.

Ms. Mesmera pumped Duela for more details about the building in which she planned to trap and change the Justice League girls as they drove back toward the Ramada.  It had been selected due to its being recently abandoned during the economic flattening, and from the way Duela described it, she figured making a grid or floor map to lay over the display of their new tracker would be simple.  Duela also told Mesmera about the van with heavily tinted windows she'd gotten for the girls that was parked outside the building.  By the time they arrived, Mesmera had the details of the mission locked in her mind.  She was ready to execute the mission right away, it was just a matter of making Duela agree with her now.

When they got into the hotel garage this time, Duela suggested, "For walking through the hotel, I'd recommend taking off your boots and wearing your shoes.  You could just leave your boots in the car."

"I see your point," the villainess who seemed to be Lois answered.  "Go on in, and the time it takes to change from boots to shoes should be a good gap in time to separate us."  Duela nodded, then got out of the car.  After she was alone and with a sneer that would have looked much more appropriate on the face of her true alter ego, Lois said, "Leave my boots in the car?  I don't think so."  After she'd switched, the boots were laid on top of the pile in the box, taking care to keep the heels away from the fabric of her dress and cape.  It looked interesting when she carried the box through the lobby with the sexy looking black boots plainly visible on top.

As soon as she was in the room, Lois told Duela, "I'm getting really tired of pretending to be plain old Lois Lane."

It was as she heard this that Duela noticed the boots resting on top of the box's contents.  "So you really prefer being Ms. Mesmera, then?"

"Of course!  Why should I want anything to do with being the normal and simple Lois Lane, when I can be who I really am, the super villainess called Ms. Mesmera?"

Duela merely thought Lois was getting more totally into the upcoming role she'd play for the April Fools joke in two weeks.  She had no idea how serious the situation was becoming.  Her partner picked up and held the boots in her left hand, while her right hand went out to frame her body.  "These boots are much more appropriate for me.  I don't intend to wear this mask and wig any longer than it takes to leave this hotel and go through security at the airport.  Once it's off, I will never again put on this face."

This did get Duela wondering.  It was more serious than she thought.  Her concentration was off during this pondering, and she failed to notice the way her accomplice set the boots down and then moved to be directly in front of her.

When Duela finally noticed she was face to face with her, she was amazed to see Mesmera's icy blue eyes instead of the normal blue eyes of the Lois Lane mask.  It was already too late.  Those same eyes took on an eerie purple glow, and the masker's mind seemed to lock up to her but in reality was opening up completely to the mind twister.  "Duela Dent, you are in no way a good thinking young woman who could be considered to be a heroine.  Just the opposite, you are truly an evil minded woman with an attitude to match my own.  You will work with me as the super villainess called Mask Maven.  We are not going to go home to Gotham City tomorrow, we will go tonight."  Her eyes reverted back to their icy blue, then finally back to baby blue.

"Mesmera, why don't you try getting your boots packed while I call to set up a flight plan," Duela said right away.  "I've changed my mind, we're going to fly home this evening.  We can get going as soon as I get checked out here."

"Okay," the disguised Ms. Mesmera replied, "and like I said, this is going to be the last time I look like Lois Lane by wearing this mask and wig.  Once we get to your place in Gotham, I'd like for you to make that mask that increases my eye powers become a mask I can use for a disguise from now on.  With my own ability to change it back and forth from a mask to flesh, like you gave to Selina with that Cat Grant mask."

"Of course, and I'm going to make one for myself to wear so Mask Maven won't be recognized."  Duela then went to her phone.  Her partner in crime truly looked more like the angelic Lois Lane as she repacked that box to find a way for the boots to fit.  There was just no way, though.  When she finished on the phone, Duela told her, "I also asked for a valet to come up.  I'll get everything packed, and don't worry about your boots, I'll put them into the bag with the pink ones.  How about going down to the lobby and just kill some time until you see the valet come back up from the garage.  Then come on down and we'll leave."

"Right, I think I'll go get a coffee in the restaurant to drink while waiting, since I wouldn't attract any undo attention while still seeming to be Lois Lane."

"Ah, I might see you on the way out, then."  Duela started on her packing.

As the elevator doors opened at the lobby level, Lois saw the valet and his cart waiting.  She got out quickly so he could get in, then headed for the restaurant.  The same greeter was on duty who'd met them before dinner, and with a grin she asked, "Back for some more?"

"No, I'm just getting a coffee to drink while I'm waiting."

"Oh, let me get that for you.  What would you like in it?"

"Thanks," the disguised super villainess replied.  "A little cream and one sweetener."  The advantage of her getting the coffee was that Lois never had to go into the restaurant proper and could watch for her partner with no gaps.

The young greeter was back in no time with a to-go styrofoam cup in her hand.  "Here you go, enjoy."

"Thanks for that cup instead of a mug.  How much do I owe you for that?"

"Nothing, ma'am, it's on the house."

"Hey, thanks a lot!"  The greeter nodded, then left to get back to her duties.  Lois pulled back the flap on the plastic lid to take a test sip, and it wasn't burning hot.  'She must have put a bit of ice into the cup first.'  The taste was perfect, too.  She looked around, still no sign of Duela and the valet, so Lois pulled the two singles she had out of her wallet and folded them up.  Then she got the greeter's attention again.

"Yes, ma'am?  Something wrong with the coffee?"

"Oh, no.  Not a thing.  I don't know if a greeter is allowed to take tips, so this isn't a tip, it's a gift."  She stuck the folded bills into the girl's pocket.  "You make sure you get to keep that, don't let anybody take it away from you."

"Gosh, thank you very much."

Lois toasted her with the cup.  "This is perfect.  Service like this is rarely seen.  Now, get back to work."  The older woman turned around before seeing the even bigger grin the younger one wore after that ego boost.

Duela was at the desk getting checked out.  She told them that her plans had changed and that she was going home tonight instead of tomorrow.  She was also back in her flying pant suit.  It didn't take long, and soon the valet went with her over to the garage elevator.

Lois went over to a courtesy phone and after entering her calling card data, put in the number for Helena Bertinelli in Gotham City.  She was hoping the teacher and Justice League heroine was at home on that early Friday evening.  The phone was answered on the second ring.  "Hello?"

"Good evening, Helena, this is Lois Lane in Metropolis.  I just got word from one of LexCorp's stooges about a Thallium bomb they've planted in the old WangCo building there in Gotham City, you know, that one they left three months ago when the market nose dived?"

"A Thallium bomb?  You can't be serious."

"I wish I was joking.  But these guys from LexCorp seemed totally serious.  They said it had something to do with making Bruce Wayne's empire rubble, so that LexCorp could become more prominent in Gotham besides Metropolis.  Oh, and it's supposed to go off right in the middle of the shopping day, tomorrow."

"Damn, both Batman and Robin are out of town, and I can't reach Cass right now.  Maybe I can get some help from the Watchtower."

"If you call Oracle, maybe she can round up some of the other girls in the Justice League.  You might not have heard, but Superman took most of the guys with him to Mars."

"Damn, that's right.  Looks like it's going to be a girl's night out for this one.  Thanks for the alert, Lois."

"You're welcome, I just hope you and the girls can find this bomb before it's too late.  Good night, Helena."

Lois hung up, then waited until the valet came back up and she joined one other woman going down.  "Which level you need?" she was asked.

"Four, thanks."  Lois tipped back the cup to get the last of the coffee as the car started to descend.  The other woman got out at three, and Lois saw Duela waiting next to her car when she got out a level lower.

As she came up to Duela, Lois told her the plot had been hatched.  "I hope we can get the costumes into place and then get set ourselves before any of our victims show up at WangCo.  Too bad we couldn't get those gloves for Catgirl's costume.  It should take a while for Huntress to get the others assembled, so let's get this show going."

"Ah, so we're going to do it tonight, eh?" the now just as eager to get started Duela said.  "I doubt very much the other girls will be available right away in the Watchtower, so it should take a while for Huntress and Oracle to get the word out and get all of them together.  Don't worry about those gloves, I think I have just what we need at home.  Let's go!"

Traffic was much lighter than earlier in the day, and the pair made it to Butler in no time.  Lois thought it was interesting that it was most likely...no, definitely...the last time she'd show her ID for going out on the ramp there at the airport, but not the last time her ID would be seen.  Presuming of course the secondary plot she was hatching would be done by the end of the weekend.

Since her bird as already fully gassed up, Duela was able to get right out from parking and into the queue for takeoff.  There were four large airliners ahead of her, but the masker asked for and got permission to depart on the short runway to avoid the line.  Her Gulfstream had so much excess power with its light load that it nearly rocketed off the runway after only two-thirds had passed under its wheels.

The winds were still similar to those of the morning, so takeoff was away from Gotham and an ascending curve got them eventually headed that way.  The trip was too short to get really high up and out of the headwinds, so their groundspeed was a lot less than hoped for.  But with not much other traffic in the air between the two cities and around Gotham proper, Duela had them on the ground and parked only a bit more than an hour after the call had been made to Huntress.  It had been enough time though for Lois to set up a grid for the window of their tracking unit.  When she asked about finally getting out of the Lois mask, though, her pilot told her to wait until they were off the property at Kenner to avoid Mesmera being seen before necessary.

"We're lucky my house is between here and WangCo," Duela told her as they loaded the bags into the back of her car.  "I can get our two masks made up quickly, and slip into a black body suit for Mask Maven to wear.  Then we should be able to get all the costumes into place and the chemical sprayers set up at WangCo within the hour.  I doubt the Justice League girls could be acting that fast, so we should be there and waiting for them."

"Excellent," Lois said while closing her door.  "Also, you know how I've said how much I despise this mask and identity?  Well, I think I heard you say earlier today that these masks can alter a whole body, and that's any body, right?"

"Yes, that's right," Duela said as she started the drive toward her house.  "What do you have in mind?"

"You know how Superman is due back from Mars on Sunday?  After we get all the Justice League girls changed, let's come up with a far fetched story about Clark Kent coming to an unlikely end during his mission for Perry.  Maybe we can make a Clark Kent mask and have a corpse discovered.  Then we'll write up something for Lois Lane to report about Superman stopping by to tell her about the impossibly fatal germ he picked up during the Mars mission.  She'll tell the world that the Man of Steel decided to spend his last hours in the solitude of his Fortress.  It won't be until a bit later that Lois will discover that she was been given all of Superman's powers.  This Lois mask can alter his body form but allow all his powers to stay, right?"

"What a wicked identity swap plot!" Duela enthused.  "Lois to continue at the Planet, but not Clark.  Yes, almost exactly the same way it allowed your hypno powers to still be available if we needed them at S.T.A.R.  We'll have to figure out a way to lure Superman into a trap, away from the others he took with him."

"That should be no problem!  Now, since we're on the way, give this mask the word, please."

Duela had no problem doing the brief spell to undo the mask's magic while driving, and as soon as it was a mask and wig she was wearing, Ms. Mesmera pulled them off.  It felt good to have her long hair hanging free after the wig cap was off, too.  The clothes would have to wait until they were out of the car, though.  And if she didn't want to be in the nude, into the house where her costume could be taken from the box.

A few minutes later, Mesmera was in the house and back in her wicked looking costume.  Duela got two mask forms while she was changing, then altered one to look the same as Mesmera's face along with whatever hypno powers she could impart into the mask's eyes.  The other was turned into the face for Mask Maven, a very good looking young face which had just enough evil apparent to make it obvious without passing her partner's degree of depravity.  Ms. Mesmera tried on her mask, and without anyone on hand to test other than Duela it was hard to tell, but didn't feel any additional strengthening of her powers.  "I don't think I'll use this mask right away, but do hang on to it.  We may need to have Ms. Mesmera provide a cover for us at some point."

"Good idea, I'll just need to add a wig as long as your hair to the collection.  Let's not try that for this evening, though.  My bags for the belt will be pretty full with the daughter masks and wigs, along with the third bag to hold the chloroform."  Duela was already in her new mask and a shoulder length auburn haired wig, which then became the real thing.  She sifted through a box near the computer, and pulled out a from the neck down black spandex body stocking.  A pair of boots similar to those she'd gotten for Catgirl's costume were zipped on, then she went through her accessories box to find both a sexy black domino mask and some night vision goggles which could be worn alone or over the mask.  She fitted the belt around her waist, then added the three bags.  She looked a bit over equipped.  Then she also pulled from that box a pair of shoulder length black gloves that had Selina Kyle's talons at the fingertips which would take care of the suggestion for Catgirl to have gloves.  "Mask Maven, at your beck and call, Ms. Mesmera."

"Now for the fun part.  Let's get over to WangCo and get our Thallium bomb all set up for the girls."

"It should go quickly enough over there," Mask Maven stated.  "Just placing the sprayers near the front door and setting them up for specific uses should be our only hassle."

"In that case, let's not waste any more time here."

"Right, and I know just where to park so we'll be close but not let anyone know there's any connection between us and the car."

The trip was a short one, which Mask Maven knew from her original planning.  While she took the boxes holding the costumes into the building to place in a particular room, Mesmera started setting up the sprayers along the sidewalk outside the only door.  Thad had been correct, the night hid them very well, and that one little light wasn't going to make them stand out.  It was a simple matter of setting each one to fire once, and then have its partners fire once at a boot not already hit.  The sensors made this all child's play.  Satisfied, she went in to join her hard at work companion.

"Well, I've got the welcoming all set up for the girls," Mesmera told Mask Maven when she found her.  "And no sign of any of the girls yet, either.  Let's turn on that one light outside, along with the interior ones."

"I've never known the Justice League to be able to respond right away, even with a Thallium bomb threatening to go off," the masker replied while flipping the switches.  "I've got all the costumes set up now, so it will just be a matter of going into our standby mode and waiting for the show to start.  As soon as any of the girls are located and isolated, I can come get the particular costume to bring while you do your thing."

"Excellent.  Now we just have to hope it doesn't take too much longer for the girls to get here.  I don't want to just stand around twiddling my thumbs forever."

Suddenly there was a beep from the tracking sensor.  "They're here!  The first sprayer just did its thing."

* * *

Four of the female Justice League members, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Black Canary and Hawkgirl, stood outside the single story building going over strategy.  In was late at night now, with no nearby streetlights and only a pale, 60-watt lamp over the door their fifth compatriot, Huntress, had walked up to providing any illumination at all.

"Okay, ladies," Wonder Woman, the de facto leader of the group, said quietly, "we only have one goal here tonight...find this Thallium bomb, if it even exists, and take it back to the Watchtower for examination and disposal."  She turned to the masked figure standing next to the door under the light.  "Get back here with us, Huntress.  It's best that we all go in together, even if we're going to split up inside.  We've been hearing rumors about this bomb President Luthor's gang...er, company has been setting up for weeks now, but could never locate it."

Stepping back into the group, Huntress smiled and said, "No problem, as I have a few contacts and resources that goody-two-shoes like yourselves can't access.  But you know me...if there's gonna be some head-knockin’ happening, I'm the baddest Bat in Gotham."

"Thanks, Huntress, but I think we've got some muscle ourselves here," Black Canary stated, staring somewhat smugly at her usual partner in Birds of Prey.  "In fact," she said, turning back to the statuesque and black haired, beautiful Amazon, "wouldn't you consider this a bit of overkill?  I'd think any two of us could handle something like this."

Wonder Woman heard a general murmur of agreement from the rest of her fellow Justice League members, but shook her head.  "That may be true, but we all know that the various evil forces on the planet have been looking to pick us off, one-by-one, lately, whenever they get a chance.  Besides, we were the only ones available with the guys on Mars, and this bomb mission is about as important as it gets.  You could blackmail the planet with a weapon this totally destructive, let alone just Bruce Wayne's goodies here in Gotham."

Wonder Woman put her hands on her hips.  "So, no...it's all of us or none of us.  We have no idea what's inside this building.  It could be a giant trap for all we know."

"Wondie is right," Hawkgirl said.  "Let's just do this by the numbers, grab that bomb, and get out of here."

"Look...I'm not trying to grab the limelight," Huntress said, smiling at Black Canary.  "I got the tip, I'll take orders like a good little hired gun, and even if I don't work with you others as often as I should, you might actually need me, if this place isn't what it seems."

"All right, you're of course part of the group," said their star-spangled leader.  "But you do as you're told once we get inside.  And here, take this."  She handed Huntress an earpiece and belt-clip radio like the others had gotten while up on the Watchtower.  "If we have to separate, I want to keep in constant touch.  You find anything, or any sign of resistance, just thumb the radio and call it in.  I don't want any heroics here; just a nice clean operation and to meet any challenges in force.  You all have that?" she finished, looking at each of the others in turn.

They all nodded their assent, with Huntress choking back a smart-alecky comment as she saw the serious look on Wonder Woman's face...on all of their faces, outside of Black Canary, who was still smirking at her BoP teammate.

"Let's get this show on the road, then," Zatanna said, flipping the cloak she was wearing over her shoulder and stepping toward the light and the single complex door.  The others agreed with that, too, and filed in after her to begin their search for the bomb.

None of them felt the pulsing bursts of air hitting their boots as they did so.

Luckily, the lights seemed to be on all throughout the building.  Unluckily, the place seemed to be a maze of indistinguishable rooms and hallways.  After moving through a few of them, it was obvious that the mission would take forever if they stuck together.  It was going to take a long time even if they went off on their own.

Finally, Wonder Woman sighed and said, "I don't like this, but there's not much else we can do.  We're going to have to split up and use the radios.  If you're where you can talk, check in every few minutes and report.  Go slow, go carefully, and no one-woman heroics.  We're a team, and that includes you, Huntress."

"Gotcha, boss lady.  Just point me in a direction and give me a push."

"Okay.  You take the far left, then Shayera next over, me in the middle, then Zatanna, and Black Canary on the right flank.  Move forward and report on anything of interest.  Ready?"

Black Canary smiled.  "I was born ready."

"No lie there," Huntress muttered, getting a glare from the long-haired blonde at that.

"Stop it, you two," Wonder Woman said.  "Okay, let's move out."

And they did.  Other than Wonder Woman, who instead of advancing up the middle, stayed where she was in the center to command and coordinate.

* * *

Inside the remote cubicle in which they'd been waiting, two black clad ladies watched on their monitor as the tiny colored dots on the grid overlay made to represent the rooms split up from the group they'd stayed in since entering and moved off in different directions.  So far, everything was working out just as they'd hoped.  They had watched the heroines enter after each was sprayed just as their supplier had promised, allowing them to keep track of each girl.  They had a good idea of who each dot represented from the way they'd clustered early on.  So by now, even though they couldn't yet see any of their targets, they knew where each of the super heroines was thanks to their nifty little sensor box.

They watched as the glowing dots representing Black Canary and Zatanna moved off to one side of the complex.  The villainess with long black hair laughed, saying, "Perfect!  They're going to make this way too easy if they keep up at this rate.  Hmmm, to make each of the girls easier to handle when we first grab them, make sure to have your chloroform ready.  Let's go!"

The other woman smiled and nodded, her plan was coming into fruition.  The pair left their cubicle to make their first capture and conversion.

* * *

Black Canary had had about enough of this.  After the split, she'd been going through what seemed like identical rooms and hallways for ten minutes now.  All those rooms, and she hadn't seen a thing out of place.  She'd used her radio once to let the other girls know how fruitless it was, the same as each of the others had reported.  No one had seen a thing yet.

She opened up the door leading into the next hallway, this next a bit wider it seemed, with elegant brick columns supporting the ceiling on both sides.  The impulse to get careless was overpowering, but Dinah forced herself to stay careful in her search and keep her eyes open.  She went to the first door to her right, the start of yet more pointless searches she was sure.  Opening the door slowly just in case, she gave a quick look inside.  As assumed, it was yet another empty room.  Cursing under her breath, Canary closed the door behind her and went toward to the first door on the left.

Then all of a sudden the lights went out, plunging her into darkness as an ear-shattering bang made her head ring.

The heroine stood there in the darkness for a moment, stunned and with her ears ringing.  There was nothing to do but fall into what years of training had drilled into her; Canary went into a feet spread fighting stance, ready for anything while having no clue what the hell was going on.

Without warning, the blonde heroine felt something soft and wet being clamped over her lips and nose.  At the same time, Black Canary felt her wrists being grabbed.  It had to have been chloroform or something similar which was on that rag or whatever, because she felt her system going soft and unable to resist.  At that moment the lights blazed back on, snow blinding the heroine.  Blinking away the stars, Dinah could see the person holding her wrists, a shorter woman with shoulder length auburn hair and completely covered in close fitting black.  This woman's face was almost completely hidden, between the black domino mask over her eyes and the night vision goggles over her forehead.

There was also another, taller woman standing behind her.

Canary was just at the point where the chloroform was wearing off and she would try to snap her wrists free when the woman holding her just plain let go and stepped aside.  The woman who'd been standing behind her stepped forward, directly in front of the heroine's face.  For a moment Dinah just stared at her; this woman was if anything stunningly beautiful while at the same time as evil looking as sin itself.  She was tall, with incredible heels on her boots making her even taller.  Her costume was a long and slinky black dress with a leg and black boot exposing slit on her left side and an equally long black cape, with gloves to make her arms jet black also.  Her hair was just as black, lustrous and falling to the base of her back, and her figure seemed like something from the cartoons with huge though perfectly shaped breasts and an unbelievably small waist.  But about her face, it was the icy blue eyes she had which drew the heroine to them like magnets.  As she watched, those eyes changed to an unworldly, glowing purple.

<You cannot move!>

That was the single thought which rebounded inside Black Canary's mind.  It paralyzed her, leaving Dinah to stand there in her at the ready fighting position, staring at the woman who just had to be her enemy.  She tried as hard as she might to disobey the thought, bringing all of her willpower to the fore in a futile attempt to move her body, to fight this woman somehow.  But no matter what she tried, the best Canary could manage was to flex a pinkie finger.

There didn't seem to be any way to utilize her canary cry either, since her mouth muscles seemed to be just as immobilized as the rest of her body.  She struggled to move her lips, to knock down this bitch with a sonic cry, but it was for naught.

While Canary was immobilized, Mask Maven went back to the cubicle to get the Catgirl costume.  She was back so soon Mesmera had hardly missed her, and was placing the costume on the seat over next to the mirror.

Though she was facing someone totally new and couldn't know just who she was fighting, if Dinah had known she was Ms. Mesmera with the super power to hypnotize and control minds, maybe just maybe she could have come up with some kind of opposition.  But with the same mind controlling powers of Superman and Supergirl, Mesmera was nearly unbeatable.  For the moment, her concentration of power was centered on one thought aimed at Black Canary -

<You cannot move!>

Mesmera had so far only manipulated the mind of her own partner by first getting mental control and then speaking, but was reasonably certain that she could now just use mental commands.  She figured each of the Justice League girls would be as easy to control as Black Canary, except possibly Wonder Woman.  It would be easy, especially using just that one, simple command.  Canary seemed to be enamored with her eyes, locked on their purple glow and unable to look anywhere else.  Now it was time to start the progression which was the whole reason they were here.  It was time to add to the commands Canary would hear, and make sure this whole thing was going to work.

<You can move, but only to take off all of your costume and underwear.>

Dinah felt much worse now, since her mind seemed to be following the will of someone else instead of her own and making her body do just as she'd been instructed.  Off came her boots, followed by her gloves, jacket, bodice, her fishnets, and finally her plain white panties and sports bra.  As soon as she was naked, her mind made her body freeze up solid again.

Ms. Mesmera liked the way in which her subject did just as instructed.  This meant each of the other four would go the same way, most likely.  Now to turn the bird into a cat.

<You cannot move yet, but when you next see your face in a mirror you will recognize who you are immediately.  Since you know who you are, you'll recognize your costume which is stacked on the chair next to the mirror.  You will put on your costume, then wait for us to return.>

Mesmera then watched as Mask Maven moved behind Black Canary and pulled the first mask from her belt's left pouch, then proceed to flex it open and pull it down over Dinah's head without any wig cap first.  All she had to do was tuck the blonde hair up as the mask came down.  She got noses, lips and eyes lined up, then pulled the neck all the way down to smooth it out.  From the other bag, she pulled out the waist length black wig.  In position over the bald latex dome, it made it look like a very beautiful, almost real latex face.  It wouldn't be long before it truly was a young and beautiful face.

"She looks perfect so far," Ms. Mesmera said.  "Now, let's get out of here and get set for our next daughter."  Then she went back to feeding the last command to Canary.

<You will wait two minutes, then walk over to the vertical mirror on the door.>

Mesmera motioned, and Mask Maven followed her out the door with Black Canary's removed costume in her hands to leave the masked Canary all alone.

Black Canary was beginning to panic.  She couldn't get to her radio (which she thought was still on the floor with the rest of her costume), she couldn't fight off the instructions manipulating her mind, and the situation she was in was starting to get to her badly.  Somehow she knew that her muscles would still work, that they would still move, but she simply couldn't make them.  It almost felt as if the connection between her brain and her limbs had been short-circuited.

Then again, there was that odd feeling she'd had that something was being pulled on over her head.  But obviously that was not right, since she could see perfectly well.

Some kind of internal clock told Dinah when two minutes was up, and her feet took her over to stand in front of the full length mirror on the door.  'Wait, that's not my face or ha-'  That thought was interrupted as the magic of the mask turned the latex into flesh and the wig into hair, along of course with turning the mind of Dinah Lance, Black Canary, into someone else.  Her whole body was changing until it became the one which had originally owned that face.  Her hands went to her hips in a provocative pose, then she said, "I am Kendra Kyle...but I am also so much more!"

Kendra saw her costume waiting on the chair, and first put on her purple G-string panty.  Then she slipped the dark purple costume dress over her head and arms, centering its cleavage exposing deep V over her massive but shapely breasts.  Its belt pulled the waist in over her own tiny one, then she added her green cape to frame the V at her cleavage.  Each of her boots was pulled on to the tops of her thighs and zipped tight, adding six inches to her height.  She loved the way that slit in her dress showed off the gleaming black of her boots.  She picked up the black cowl with sexy cat shaped eye holes and ears on top just like her mother's and pulled it on over her head to hide her identity.  Finally, she placed her fingertips into the claws of her black gloves and pulled each one up to her shoulders.  "Now I'm who I really am, the felonious feline felon called Catgirl!"

The catty villainess was itching to get out and do more plundering and purrrrrloining, but something was telling her to just sit tight for the time being, so she took a seat on the same chair that had just held her costume.

Out in the hallway, as they were walking back to their cubicle and nearly certain none of the other Justice League girls were nearby, Mask Maven tapped Mesmera on her arm to say, "Well, that worked very nicely."  She juggled Black Canary's costume in her hands while saying that.

"Yes, it most certainly did," answered Ms. Mesmera, pausing to check her partner's load.  "And by the time we get to Zatanna, I should have full control and command of my powers.  But we have to hurry."

"So, no change in plan, then?"

"No...the girls are showing up on the screen in a good sequence, we should do them in that order...Black Canary, Zatanna, Wonder Woman, then Hawkgirl.  Huntress should be easy pickings when the time comes.  Now let's deposit our ex-songbird's costume in the cubicle, and move on."

"Right.  This is so much fun!" the masking fiend said as she tucked the costume under her right arm.

As they hustled off to their next assignment, and though neither would admit it, they were both wet from the excitement of this capture and subsequent identity change, and looking forward to their date with the lovely, dark-haired magician.

* * *

"Come in, Zatanna," Wonder Woman said, for the third time in the last minute from her self designated command point near the door at which they'd all entered.  She was growing increasingly disturbed.  She hadn't been able to raise Black Canary, and now she either wasn't getting through to Zatanna for some reason, or something was wrong with her, too.  She didn't like the thought of that, figuring one of them should have managed to send a message if something was amiss.

So she held out hope that it was some sort of radio interference on that side of the building that was keeping her fellow Justice League members from hearing her.

Little did the Amazon know that Zatanna could hear her, there was most definitely a radio line putting Wonder Woman's voice in her ear.  But she was under the compulsion of a greater, far stronger mental command at that moment.  The League's powerful magician was staring helplessly into the demanding eyes of Ms. Mesmera.

As Black Canary had before her, the panicking black haired mage struggled desperately to free herself from the seeming chloroform vise that clamped down on her rapidly fading mind.  She stood there, physically petrified, and close to that emotionally, as she moaned into her tight gag, into the noxious face mask that prevented her from speaking any spell that might protect herself from what was happening to her.  She was getting dizzy, barely able to think at all, and was helpless to resist as some woman pulled her useless arms behind her back and bound them there.

She could feel it all, could hear Wonder Woman calling out to her again, but could do nothing to stop herself from being taken.

Ms. Mesmera watched Zatanna starting to melt away, smiling and confident.  But she had to use her powers soon, before Zatanna was too far gone for Mask Maven to work her own magic.  Their plan to capture the Justice League girls was simplicity itself...divide and conquer, and she was very pleased that it was all going so well, so far.

As before, Mask Maven stepped aside to allow Zatanna a full view of her true female foe.  The rag had been away from her mouth long enough now that Zee was almost at the point where she could speak a spell to get herself out of this mess.  But before her lips could move to recite anything in reverse, she saw the eyes of the demoness in black transform from icy blue to a strange, glowing purple.

<You cannot move!>

As much as she wanted to say her spell, Zatanna found she was now frozen like a statue.  Her mind was following that simple command as if it was the final word.  Was this woman really that powerful?

<You cannot move!>

Zatanna could do nothing more than stare at this woman in black who had taken over her mind.

<You can move, but only to take off your entire costume and your underwear.>

Like it or not, Zee found her hands following the instructions her mind had just been given.  She took off her distinctive tophat, then her cape.  Next off was her jacket, then her high heeled shoes.  Mask Maven took this as her cue to go get the next costume.  The yellow cummerbund was unbuttoned and pulled off, then her black shorts.  The white blouse joined the other parts of her costume, then her fishnets and finally the matching golden panty and bra.  She stood then in the nude, almost as if at military attention.

As she stood there, Mask Maven came back in to place the costume she'd gotten on the chair next to the door.  Then she walked to be behind the mage and pulled the Joker's Daughter mask from her bag.  Zatanna's hair was both fuller and longer than Canary's, but she was still able to pile it up on top of her head without use of a wig cap so that the mask could be pulled down over her head.  The distinctive image of a very much more feminine version of Joker's garish face came down into position over the magician's original, and after her lips, nose and eyes were in alignment, the mask's neck was brought down and smoothed out over her neck.  Finally, the curly green wig was placed over this white head to make her look oh so close to the final live version.

Mesmera looked deep into those clownish eyes and set up the transformation like before.

<You cannot move, but when you do move finally and see your face in a mirror, you will know who you are.  Since you know who you are, you'll recognize your costume which is stacked on the chair next to the mirror.  You will put on your costume, then wait right here for us to return.>

With the way her partner was doing everything mentally, it sure seemed quiet to Mask Maven.  The silence was broken as she heard, "Our next daughter has been set up.  Gather up all those costume parts she took off so we can add them to our growing collection.  Let me give her the final instruction, then let's get rid of that costume so we can go find our Amazon."

"The most ironic of the heroine to daughter switches.  Right!"  She started picking up all of Zee's costume parts, while with more eye to eye contact the following was given.

<You cannot move for two more minutes, but after that, walk over to the vertical mirror on the door.>

"There, done.  I sure hope all these rooms in which we trap the girls have similar mirrors to these past two."

"That was one of the things I scouted for in checking out this building for the switches.  There are only a scattered few with no mirrors, and since there are just three more girls, odds are we'll be in rooms with mirrors."

"Good, now let's get moving."  Mesmera escorted Mask Maven out the door.

Zatanna was still waiting until she could utter the spell which would zap herself out of this predicament.  While she was being instructed by that bitch in black, it felt like something had been pulled over her head, but the feeling must have been just that - a feeling.  She could obviously see what was in front of her, even if her head was still frozen and unable to swivel and see anything else.

Her mind told Zee that two minutes were up, and it seemed like she was now free to move.  She worked out a spell, but instead of saying it found her feet walking over to the mirror mounted on the door.  What she saw shocked the mage.  "That's not my fa-"

The magic of the mask halted that statement as it turned into a true flesh and blood female clown face, with garish green hair.  At the same time, her body changed to become the same as the one which had originally been topped by that face and hair, and other than her face and hair, also the same as the body Black Canary morphed into.  Leitta Sanders knew that this was her true face, and she needed to get back into her Joker's Daughter costume which was piled up on that chair.  She picked up her purple pantyhose and slipped into them, then put on her bright green blouse and buttoned it tight over her big mounds of flesh.  Her nipples showed easily in the green fabric.  Next she pulled on her black striped purple pants, then the golden yellow vest, the purple jacket and finally the wrist length purple gloves.  She finished by sitting to pull on her knee high purple boots and zip them closed over her calves.  She grinned with that wicked clown face after her feet were finally arched into her usual six-inch stiletto heeled boots.

Joker's Daughter scowled when she realized she had to just sit there and wait instead of going out to create more mayhem.

* * *

"Two down, three to go," Mask Maven mentioned as she hefted Zatanna's costume parts in her gloved hands.

"Correct, and your plot is working great so far.  But the two toughest ones will be next.  Neither of these first two were super powered, to be honest, and this distract-and-capture technique won't work as well for Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl."

"So now we just get more tricky.  Let's keep moving; we don't have much time to set up the trap for Wonder Woman."

"I can't wait to see how my hypno powers work on that pompous Amazon bitch."

* * *

As soon as the two villainesses got back to the cubicle, Mask Maven placed Zatanna's costume next to Canary's while Mesmera checked the monitor of their tracker.  'Hmmm...Wonder Woman is still the nearest of the remaining three heroines, or at least I guess that dot is the Amazon since it has barely moved from the original entry door area.  Typical for the command and control infatuated bitch.  Now, what to do to distract her enough to get good, solid mental control so the mask can then be put over her head?'  She looked over toward her partner, and inspiration came like the proverbial light bulb.

"Hey, what size are those boots from Black Canary's costume?"

Her accomplice picked one up to look at the bottom, then replied, "7."

"Excellent!  Instead of waiting for Wonder Woman to come to us, we're going to go directly to see her.  Or at least I am, while you work your way to a position behind her to use the chloroform first and then her own lasso while I try to immobilize her."

"You're going to face Wonder Woman?"

"Well, yes and no.  The Amazon is going to see Black Canary with a very evil looking face and long black hair.  I'm presuming the confusion will be enough to allow me to freeze her while you do your thing."  Mesmera had already started pulling off her boots, and in moments had her cape, dress and gloves off.  Odds were that Canary's costume wouldn't fit her perfectly like her boots, but it would only be for a few minutes.  She left her own panties on, then put on the heroine's white sports bra.  The fishnets got pulled onto her legs, then the black bodice was pulled over her much smaller waist and very much larger tits.  It managed to stretch and cling to her vastly different form almost perfectly.  She pulled the blue jacket on, followed by the wrist length blue gloves, then sat to pull on the boots.  She then stood.

"Well, I must say, you certainly make a wicked looking Black Canary," Mask Maven said.  "You'll have to tell me later what you put into Wonder Woman's mind in that form when she sees you."

"Oh, I will, believe me.  Now, let's see if we can get going and trap the Amazon bitch."

"I'll be all set.  Just don't look around for me, that would seem suspicious."

"Right.  It's too bad we didn't think to bring along an extra mask form or two and some spare wigs," Mesmera said.  "Then I could have really looked like Black Canary.  But this way should be real confusing for our Amazon princess."

Mask Maven split away from her as soon as they were out the door, so Ms. Mesmera started heading back along Black Canary's search pattern toward the entrance area where the tracker showed the presumed Wonder Woman to be still waiting.  It went much faster than Dinah's search, and all she did was walk back along the same path.  Then she saw her target standing with her back to the brick wall and the door.  Her eyes were primed and ready.

As she casually walked up toward Wonder Woman, the disguised super villainess's heels clicking on the floor caught the Amazon's attention.  The super heroine did a double take when she saw what looked like Black Canary but with a totally different, evil looking face and long black hair.  Before she got much closer, the Amazon's hands went to her hips in her own version of a get ready stance.  Her right hand was within inches of the golden lasso clipped to her golden power belt.  "Dinah?  Is that really you?" she asked.  "Your face and hair?  What happened back there?"

"What do you mean, my face and hair?" Mesmera answered, putting on a good act.  "I'm the same way I've always looked.  But I did come across a mind controlling villainess back there, she must be making you see me in a much different way somehow."  By now she was close enough for good eye contact with the Amazon, and gave it her first try.

<You see and hear me now with the real Black Canary's face, hair and voice.  Your superior mind has overridden the mental image presented by that mind controlling super villainess.>

Wonder Woman started to think what Black Canary just told her must be true, someone was trying to manipulate her mind.  As she concentrated, sure enough, Dinah went back to looking perfectly normal.  "I think you were correct about that mind controlling villainess.  That image she planted in my mind of you as a wicked looking version of yourself with a totally different and evil face and long black hair is gone now that I've forced her out of my mind."

"That's really good!  Have you heard from Zatanna yet?" Mesmera as Black Canary asked as she got closer, almost face to face with the Amazon.  Her eyes locked on the bright blue eyes of the super heroine, with the order she'd just given keeping her from seeing the glowing purple of her own.

"No, Zee has-"

<Shut up, Wonder Woman!  You cannot move.>

The disguised Mesmera, who was now face to face with Wonder Woman, was concentrating on her subject so strongly that the super heroine could finally see her eyes in that true, glowing purple color.  By now her commands should be much more potent, so once again she gave an order to the princess.

<You cannot move!>

This time the Amazon felt her mind starting to obey that other voice, and though she could still move, it wasn't a matter of moving any of her appendages, she just shook her head slowly.  This was just the opening Mask Maven was waiting for, and she sprang from Wonder Woman's left side with the chloroform soaked rag in her hand.  At the same time her right hand went over the princess's mouth and nose, her left hand shot to the clasp on her power belt to pull off the golden lasso.  She quickly unfurled the lasso and started to wrap it around Wonder Woman's shoulders.  So now in addition to the mental command telling her that she couldn't move, the heroine heard this black clad second woman to appear say, "You are ordered to remain absolutely still and not say a thing, Wonder Woman."  Now it was a sure thing; her body froze in that hands on her hips position.

"Phew, I'm glad you used her lasso on her.  It didn't seem like my mental orders were totally effective against her," Mesmera told Mask Maven.  "Let's lead our captive into the nearest room so we can do her own change into a daughter.  I've released my mind control, so just use the lasso for now."

"Start walking slowly straight ahead, Wonder Woman," Mask Maven ordered.  The Amazon had to do as instructed, and started marching.  As they neared a door into a room, Mask Maven told her, "Stop here, and enter this room."

As soon as Ms. Mesmera was in, she looked behind herself at the door.  "Wouldn't you know it?  This is one of those rooms with no mirror.  Let's go on to the next one."

"Wonder Woman, leave this room and follow us."  She followed the pair until they approached another door.  This time Mesmera as Black Canary looked first.  She raised her thumb toward Mask Maven.  "Wonder Woman, enter this room and stand perfectly still inside."

With the trio inside now and the door closed behind them, Mesmera moved into a face to face position again with Wonder Woman.  "I should be able to control her well enough for the next parts, so go ahead and remove the golden lasso now, then go get her costume."  Before Mask Maven started to comply, Wonder Woman saw the apparent evil Black Canary's eyes glow purple again.

<You cannot move!>

For whatever reason, the Amazon found herself completely immobilized.  She could feel the lasso coming off, freeing her mind, and thought she'd be able to move and throttle this bitch in front of her any second.  But in frustration, she realized her body was still frozen solid.

<You can move, but only so much as is needed to remove every bit of your costume and any underwear you might be wearing.>

With someone else seeming to have control over her own hands, Wonder Woman found herself pulling off her boots, removing her tiara and Amazonium bracelets of submission, her golden power belt, her red, white, blue and gold bodice, then finally her suntan shaded pantyhose.  Now nude, she felt totally powerless and even deeper in the command of the mind controlling bitch.  She stood rigidly still.

"I can feel her much weaker personal strength, now that it is no longer reinforced by her bracelets and power belt," Mesmera told her partner as she saw her coming into the room with the daughter's costume in her hands.  "Go ahead and do your magic now."

Mask Maven put the costume on the seat next to the mirror on the door, then reached into the bag on her left hip while getting into position behind the immobilized Amazon and pulled out the mask of Penguin's Daughter.  She flexed its neck, then after gathering the black hair atop the heroine's head, pulled it down over it.  As with the prior girls, she made sure to line up the lips and garishly long nose of the mask so that its eyes would also be in position, then pulled down the neck to complete the task, smoothing it all out.  Then from the bag on her right hip she pulled out the short, close cropped black haired wig.  It was put into place over the bald latex dome atop the Amazon's body.  "She's all yours," she told her smiling accomplice.

<You cannot move, but when you do move finally and see your face in a mirror, you will recognize who you are.  Since you know who you are, you'll notice your costume which is stacked on the chair next to the mirror.  You will put on your costume, then wait right here for us to return.  You cannot move for two more minutes, but after that walk over to the vertical mirror on the door.>

"Okay, her commands have been given.  Let's gather up her costume and then get back to the cubicle."  Mask Maven grabbed the boots and metallic golden accessories while Mesmera picked up the fabric parts of the costume, then they left to get set up for their next target.

Now alone, Wonder Woman seethed in her anger at the way she seemed to have been so easily mentally manipulated.  'Damn, I still feel unable to move, but the commands will have to wear off if that bitch is no longer nearby.  As soon as I'm able to move, the chase will be on, nude or not.  I had that odd feeling that something tight was pulled down over my head, but it must have been part of the mental shenanigans, since I can see perfectly fine.  Then again, how is it I can see the tip of my nose sticking way out below my eyes?'  When two minutes were up, it felt like control was coming back to her body.  But instead of going after her foes, she felt herself calmly walking over to the mirror on the door.

At the instant in which she first saw her reflection, Diana exclaimed, "What the-  That's not-"  Her voice stopped as the magic came into play and the mask and wig altered to flesh and hair.  At the same time, her body became identical to those which Dinah and Zee had gotten, the perfect match to the face she now wore.  While Penguin was short and portly, in other words grossly obese, his daughter was svelte and trim.  Miranda Cobblepot wondered why she was naked, and reached for her costume sitting on the chair next to her.

She put on her white silk panty and bra combination, followed by her black pantyhose.  Then she put on her white tux blouse, her black striped grey slacks, her yellow cummerbund and white bow tie, her dark blue suit coat and her wrist length white gloves.  She placed the top hat on her head, added her distinctive monocle to her right eye, then sat down to put on her knee high white boots.  She loved the way wearing her costume boots made her look so much more sexy and domineering by adding seven inches to her height!  Nearly finished, she placed her long cigarette holder between her lips, then picked up one of her trick umbrellas.  It was time for more fun and games, but something told her to just wait for a while.  She sat back down.

* * *

After they'd placed Wonder Woman's costume in a combined pile and Mesmera got out of Black Canary's costume and back into her own, the pair of super villainesses checked their monitor to make sure Hawkgirl and Huntress were still where last noted.  It seemed like neither of the League's heroines had gone far during the time their leader was being changed.  Hawkgirl was still the closer of the two, and so also still the next daughter to be.  "Since she's not only armed with that heavy club she seems to always have on hand, but is also noted for being a very intelligent and shrewd detective, what can we do to trap Hawkgirl?" Mask Maven asked.

"I was wondering about that myself," Mesmera answered as she pulled up the zippers on her boots.  "How about if I get her attention, then you snare her with Wonder Woman's golden lasso?  Once you have her under control with the lasso, I can do like we did with the Amazon and use my mental powers to take over so you can get her costume."

"Since we're definitely going after Hawkgirl next, I'm not going to leave her costume here.  I'll set it up in the room we'll use before we take her down."

"Okay, in that case, get it all set to go."  Ms. Mesmera picked up the golden lasso while Mask Maven gathered the costume and boots for Riddler's Daughter.  Then they both headed for the hallway Shayera was checking out.

They came up from behind the winged detective, then very quietly opened the door next to them.  As hoped, there was a mirror on the door, so the costume was set on the chair, then Mesmera passed the lasso to her mask loving teammate.  They both went to the cross hallway halfway between themselves and Hawkgirl, where Mask Maven hid with the lasso looped and ready.  Ms. Mesmera stepped out with her eyes already glowing to get into a seductive pose a few steps back from the hallway, then cleared her throat.

Surprised, Hawkgirl turned around to see the vixen in black standing in the hallway.  'Did this beautiful but deadly looking woman have anything to do with the seeming disappearance of Black Canary and my other unheard from teammates?'  She readied her mace, then said, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just a little lost girl looking for fun," Mesmera replied in a sexy voice.  "You look like you would be lots of fun to play with, can you fly with those wings?"

Just as they'd hoped, Shayera spread her wings to nearly touch the walls to each side, then soared toward the lady in black.  As she flew past the hallway crossing hers, the golden lasso shot out and around her head.  It closed over her throat, not quite choking her but more than enough to get her on her feet instead of being wing borne.  Before she could do anything else, the heroine heard, "Remain absolutely still, say nothing and stand calmly."

Mask Maven came out holding the end of the lasso, and said, "You know, with this we could almost do all of the girls.  Maybe we should have done Wonder Woman first."

'What have you done to Wonder Woman and the others?' Shayera wondered, but was forbidden to ask out loud.

The super heroine's unspoken question was answered in a way not contemplated.  Ms. Mesmera placed her face directly in front of Hawkgirl's, with her eyes glowing an eerie looking purple.

<Drop your weapon.>  She did.  <You cannot move!>

As if the lasso hadn't been enough, Hawkgirl felt her mind being taken over to tell her muscles they were powerless.  She stood tall and firm, a blank look on her face with her mace at her feet.

"It was easier than I'd imagined," Mesmera said.  "Let's lead her into the room.  Go ahead and take off the lasso."

Mask Maven removed the golden rope, then watched as her wicked accomplice went eye to eye with Hawkgirl again.

<You cannot move on your own, you can only move as I tell you.  Open the door to your left and go inside.>

Hawkgirl turned and stepped over to the door.  She squeezed her wings through the door, then stood still again in the center of the floor.

<Release your wings.>

Shayera was compelled to send the command to her wings, which would turn them into feathered accessories which could be unstrapped from her back.  Just so, she felt them being unhitched as Mask Maven went to unbuckle the strap.  "These are going to be a lot harder to handle than the other costumes!" she noted, holding the pair of white wings in her hands.

"Go ahead and take them now," Ms. Mesmera told her.  Mask Maven scrunched them a bit, then took them back to the cubicle.

<You can move, but only as necessary to take off your costume and anything else you're wearing.>

Shayera again felt her mind telling her hands to do what this other woman told her, with none of her own control.  She unmasked herself, setting the hawk head on the floor next to the mace.  Off came her red shorts, then she unbuckled the straps of her red bodice and pulled it off, followed by her claw tipped red and yellow boots.  She pulled off her green leggings, then her tan panties.  The naked redhead then went back to standing at attention.

To reinforce the commands before Duela returned, Mesmera again mentally gave Hawkgirl the basic instruction.

<You cannot move!>

It really wasn't necessary, for the heroine was standing rigidly when Mask Maven came back into the room.  "She's all yours," Mesmera told her.

As before, her partner went behind the redhead and then reached into her left side bag to pull out the Riddler's Daughter mask.  The cute face in latex was stretched and flexed to loosen it up.  Then, after the heroine's shoulder length red hair was collected, it was stuffed up under the mask which was then pulled down over her head.  As soon as her nose and lips were filling those of the mask, the neck was pulled down all the way and any wrinkles smoothed out.  Then the short black wig was pulled from the right side bag and put into position atop the mask.

"She should be ready for you now."

<You cannot move, but when your body loosens up and finally you see your face in a mirror, you will recognize who you are.  Since you know who you are, you'll see that your costume is stacked on the chair next to the mirror.  You will put on your costume, then wait right here for us to return.  You cannot move for two more minutes, but after that walk over to the vertical mirror on the door.>

"There, that should do it.  Go ahead and get the rest of her costume, then we can get back to the cubicle and set up for our last conquest."

"We're going to have quite a collection of costumes to take back, taking the place of all the ones we brought here.  More fun for us!"

"We shall see," Mesmera replied.  "Let's go, so Hawkgirl can get ready."

'I'll get ready, all right,' the heroine thought as she stood straight as a pole, 'ready to get you in my hands and throttle you!'

She could sense the two woman leaving, even if she couldn't see them.  Shayera had been under the impression that something was pulled down over her head while she was standing there, but since she could see perfectly fine she must have been imagining it under the control of that bitch.  Then finally the two minutes were up and her body became free to move.  But all she could do was walk over toward the mirror on the door.  As soon as her reflection was seen, the mask changed from latex to become her real face, while the wig became her real hair.  At the same time, the body below the mask changed to become identical to the other daughters, a perfect duplicate of Duela Dent's body.

Elaine Nigma became riddled by her own puzzlement.  Why was she standing there stark naked?  The easy answer was to put on her costume, of course.  She grabbed the light green body stocking with black question marks all over it, oh hell, Catwoman wasn't around so she could call it a catsuit, and pulled it on to cover her body.  The wide purple belt was pulled tight around her waist and buckled, then she slipped the narrow purple mask over her eyes and tied it off under her hair behind her head.  She pulled the wide cuffed purple gloves over her hands, then sat to slide her feet into her costume's knee high purple boots.  She zipped them tight, making her already gorgeous legs with the extreme arch brought on by her six-inch heels look even more impressive.

All her trick question mark guns were ready, so she slipped them under her belt on the right side.  But even though Riddler's Daughter felt ready to go create questionable mayhem, something told her to just sit tight and wait.  She sat in the chair and crossed her legs sexily.

"I knew Huntress was going to be the patsy of this group when I called her earlier today," Ms. Mesmera told Mask Maven.  "Let's just lure her right here to this cubicle, where I can enslave her after you slap the chloroformed rag over her mouth like you did for Canary, the Amazon and Zatanna."

"That'll be lot's of fun!  She's still way over along the hallway running down the side away from us.  There's a cross hallway right here," Mask Maven pointed to the grid on the display, "and you should be able to see her and get her to follow you from right there."

"Right!  Get your chloroform ready again.  I'll be back with our last daughter to be in a minute or two."

Mesmera made her way down the cross hallway until she got to the outer one Huntress was in.  Sure enough, the purple costumed young heroine was going slowly from door to door checking.  The super villainess also noted that she trying to raise Wonder Woman or any of the other girls on her radio, getting frustrated with the lack of contact.  The heroine was about to get smart and give up the search to make her way back to her leader when she briefly spotted a woman in a black dress and boots with long black hair to go with them.  'What's she doing here?  So much for going toward Wonder Woman.'  She turned to go down that other hallway to follow the vision in black.

'There she is, ducking in and out of doors along the hallway.  Is she doing the same thing here?' Huntress wondered.  She started to catch up with the woman in black, but again the mystery woman ducked into another room.  'Oh well, maybe I can catch up with her in there and ask a few questions.'  She took off at a jog toward that room.

Huntress opened the door she'd seen the other woman use, and as soon as she was in, found a damp rag slapped over her mouth and nose.  'Damn!  Chloroform!'  There was no way to hold her breath or anything, and slowly the brunette's concentration faded.  But before she went out, the rag was pulled away and the heroine saw that black clad mystery woman step right out in front of her.  'Are her eyes glowing purple?  Weird...'

Just as she had with Zatanna earlier, Ms. Mesmera waited a few seconds as her last target got a bit more coherent.

<You cannot move!>

Huntress wanted very much to reach out and touch this woman in her own special way, but in addition to the numbness brought on from the chloroform, her body seemed to have frozen solid.  Frozen in a ready to pounce type pose.  Before she could lose her balance and topple, another mental command came.

<You can move, but only to straighten up and stand rigidly.>

Huntress found herself shaking off the stiffness, but in the process took on a pose like a soldier standing at attention.  Which of course made her breasts stand out very provocatively, since her costume was molded closely over them.

"Doesn't she look exciting like that?" Mask Maven asked.

"Don't go that way right now!" Mesmera answered.  "I've been getting hotter and wetter all along this evening, and the way she looks right now is just making it harder and harder.  Let's stick to the plan until we're finished!"

'Plan?  What plan?' Huntress wondered.

She was about to find out.  The hard way.

<You can move, but only as necessary to take off your costume and anything else you're wearing.>

With no control over her own hands and fingers, Helena took off her tall, pointed purple mask and then her black cape.  Then she pulled off her belt with its attached crossbow and other weapons so she could take off her dark purple shorts, followed by the matching bra top and its halter straps.  She pulled off her shoulder length dark purple gloves, then unzipped and pulled off her black and purple trimmed thigh high boots.  Finally, she took off her lilac colored panties.

As the young heroine stood there naked after finishing, Mask Maven took a long look at the black hair going well past her shoulder blades.  "It's a good thing we're right here in the cubicle," she said.  The super villainess reached into the box that had held all the daughter costumes, and came out with a wig cap in her hand.

Helena had watched her getting the wig cap, and wondered what was to come.  She was the only one Mask Maven didn't go behind for all the masking.  She was fully aware as her hair was gathered up and placed under the wig cap.  The surprise came when the masker pulled the last mask from her left belt bag.  Instead of being a realistic looking female face, it was tan, with no real facial features.  It even seemed to have a closed over mouth, sort of like that Batgirl costume she herself had come up with that Batman gave to Cass after she'd only been able to wear it a couple of times.  She watched as the mask got stretched out, then lifted over her head.  As it came down over her head, Helena instinctively closed her eyes.  When motion stopped and she opened them again, vision was through two slits.

Instead of a wig from the right hand bag, Duela reached for the big, dark brown hat.  It was placed over the tan mask.  "This hat took the place of a wig for this costume," Helena heard the girl in the black catsuit say.

<Turn and look into the mirror.>

The heroine could not fight it, she twisted until she saw the vertical mirror on the door through which she'd entered.  It was her last thought as Helena when she noted how horrific her head looked.  This time the mask worked in a different way, for obviously it wasn't a face mask.  Under it, Helena's face altered to become so incredibly beautiful that she'd put any model to shame.  As if her body itself was not something to be even more proud of, since among the daughters she was the only one not to have been gifted with a body identical to Duela's.  Her long, waist length blonde hair was piled up under her tan mask.  "Where's my costume?" Jessica Crane asked.

"Right here, Scarecrone," Mask Maven answered as she pulled the dark brown, loosely fitted costume out of the box.

"Thanks!" Scarecrow's Daughter replied.  She took the dark brown pants and covered her stunningly shaped legs, then pulled on the top that was more like a mini length dress to cover her huge and perfectly shaped, exotic dancer sized mounds of flesh and her perfect hour glass figure.  The wide, light brown collar at the top spread out to look like the neck of her mask, and after tightening her belt, at least her tiny waist became apparent.  Jessica put on her tan gloves, which went up under the sleeves of her top, then she sat down to pull up the legs of her pants so she could put on her knee high tan boots and lace them up tight.  She pulled the baggy pants legs back down over them so the boots were only visible from her ankles down.  The only sexy distinction to her costume was the boot heels which could still be seen.  Scarecrone would frighten away a lot more than just crows with the nine-inch ballet toe heels on her boots, allowing her to walk and run on her pointed toes.

"Let's go meet all the other daughters, Jessica," Ms. Mesmera said.  "You can all get together and start your fun once you've gotten everything coordinated."

Each of the rooms was visited, with the group of daughters getting larger as they progressed.  Joker's Daughter proved the least amenable to working together, but after a bit of mental nudging by Mesmera, became the leader she'd been intended to be.  Mask Maven pointed out the special rooms in the corner of the building which had been set up as living quarters the girls could use until they'd made enough robberies to get places of their own.  She also gave the keys to their van to Joker's Daughter; they'd have to carpool to their crimes until some more vehicles could be obtained.  Then the pair in black left, so the daughters could get started on their plans for the crime waves of that night and the ensuing weekend.

Mask Maven was smiling broadly and wickedly as she and Mesmera got back into her car.  "That went better than I could have imagined!" she said.  "The daughters are all set now to become true villainesses, without any clue that they used to be heroines.  A life of crime, just like you and me, of course."

"Yes, I agree!  We've succeeded in turning five of the world's most heralded and respected female champions into five vixens they will learn to dread.  Now then, get us back to your place before I rape you right here in the car!"

"With great haste!  I can't wait, either!" her partner said as she gunned the engine.  It's a good thing no cops were around to clock the car on radar, as Duela made like a Le Mans racer getting back to her place.  Or rather, their place.  Mesmera didn't even need any mental nudging to get Duela to agree that her moving in to cohabitate would be more than wonderful.  With a new ID generated in Duela's computer and a mask to hide her villainess identity when at the house, just as Duela did the opposite to hide her identity when they were committing crimes.

During the lighting fast drive, Mesmera related to Duela how she manipulated Wonder Woman's mind while dressed as Black Canary.  Duela knew her partner was devious, but what she heard gave her an even deeper appreciation for her evil mind.

Sex that night was explosive for the two girls.  Each lost track of how many orgasms after the first dozen or so.

They both slept well that night, with nightmares becoming the dreams of preference.  The best nightmare was had by Mesmera, who on Saturday morning during breakfast told her partner about how Superman and Clark Kent would both cease to exist.

"That seems like possibly an even more fun transformation scenario than all the girls last night!" Duela told her after she finished.  "With him being turned into the new Lois Lane, you would truly be free of your past and able to go on as the bad girl you've become."

"Exactly the point," Mesmera replied.  "So how quickly can you make up a mask and wig for Clark's face and hair that we could put onto a male accident victim we can find?"

"Would you believe nearly instantly?"  Duela got up from the table and went over to her chest full of blank mask forms.  From experience she knew enough about Clark's looks to do it without needing any photo references.  She walked back into the dining room with the mask in hand, along with a black male wig she'd intended to use a few years earlier for a Bruce Wayne disguise.  With a bit of new styling, it would be adequate for a body that was going to be barely recognizable after the car wreck.  "These should work for us.  Now I just have to make masks for Wonder Woman and Black Canary."

"Which can wait until as late as tomorrow morning if need be," Mesmera mentioned.  "That mask for our false Clark looks like it will be perfect.  The trick then will be to watch for some accidents to occur where the vehicle gets destroyed and no longer identifiable, and the male driver dies after the wreck.  You're sure you can make the mask magic work on a dead body?"

"I'm not absolutely sure, but I don't see any reason why it shouldn't.  Where did Perry send Clark for that mission which Superman is just using for cover?"

"Just our luck, it was supposedly a trip to the hills west of Gotham City to investigate the change in ownership of the old government evacuation hideaway.  So we can look for an accident happening somewhere nearby.  Then after you do the mask magic, I can write up a note to Perry about Clark's unfortunate demise."

"Along with Superman's last words as he goes away to die in peace all alone in his Fortress," Duela added.  "Great plan!  Too bad we don't have Superman's flight powers and super vision to watch for that accident."

"But we do have the next best thing, with the police scanner and the constant traffic alerts on that radio station.  I'll try to keep my ears open for any word all day.  And into the night, if necessary."

"I'll be listening, too.  Hang on a sec, while I go make the two new masks.  I'll flip the radio on when I go by it on the way to the chest."

"Thanks."

Mesmera found a book to read as she heard the scanner go on.  'It's likely to be a rather boring day, unless of course something happens early on.'  A few minutes later, she saw Duela come back into the room holding masks of two familiar female faces along with close to perfect blonde and black wigs.  'She's even better equipped in her supplies than I originally thought.'  Of course, they'd soon be adding a lot more wigs to the collection if plans worked out.

Shortly after 1 in the afternoon, not long after they'd finished a quick lunch, the girls heard an alert on the scanner which got both of them up and out of their seats.  Word was that a helicopter running low on fuel saw a car with only a male driver on board which went over a railing and become smashed when it ended up at the bottom of the gorge.  The girls got into Duela's car right away to try and get there before any other rescue helicopters or police cruisers made it.  All they'd need was a few minutes to put the mask on the driver's body and then take some pictures for Perry.  It was to their advantage that the gorge was only about ten miles from Duela's place, and even with going a bit slower than hoped to make sure they didn't meet the same fate, they got to the site before any helos or other police showed up.

The girls parked the car, and then carefully went down the steep slope.  The car at the bottom was a mangled mess, but since the driver had been wearing his seat belt, he was still recognizable as a human being at least.  Duela was in the process of finishing her work with the mask when a policeman came down the same slope to check the accident and ask what the girls were doing.  Since he was alone, which seemed hard to believe, it was a simple matter for Ms. Mesmera to make him go away thinking the accident scene was a total mess and that he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.  Duela finished with her photography, then they both made their way back up the hill as after getting a little help the car very conveniently exploded and began to burn furiously.  There was no way any further policemen to arrive would be able to recognize the charred human male body.

Less than an hour later, photos of the dead Clark Kent were being faxed to the Daily Planet.  The clerk who received them got on the emergency line for Perry White, and within another hour every employee of the Planet who could be located was given the bad news.  Lois Lane, Clark's wife, was not amongst those located, but it was assumed she'd be made aware very soon.  It was bound to be a much greater shock to her than any of the others.

By later that evening, Wonder Woman and Black Canary were ready to get into Duela's car to head out to the airport.  It was a lot easier for Duela to get out to her Gulfstream at her home field than at Metropolis, and since both of them were wearing overcoats that only allowed the red and white striped or blue boots to be seen, with Wonder Woman's tiara in the coat pocket, they were in the jet and on the way to Metropolis a bit later.  In Metropolis, Duela took off the blonde wig and Black Canary mask in order to rent a car in her own name.  But as soon as they were underway, with Mesmera as Wonder Woman driving, she became Black Canary once again.

When they got to the Kent residence, the pair used Lois's key for possibly the last time to go in.  Their overcoats had once again prevented onlookers from noticing a pair of Justice League heroines going into the Kent condo.  It would become for the girls just a matter of spending the night while awaiting Superman's return from his trip to Mars.  With Mesmera's suggestion, the Lois Lane mask was given a few more traits to give its new wearer, along with knowledge about what had to be Clark's faked death.  She also made sure Duela had left it able to allow any super powers of its wearer to remain in effect.  Also, an idea had come to Mesmera during the flight, so stashed into Lois Lane's closet was now a box holding the pink costume with the thigh high boots.  It was a simple matter to add some inklings about that costume to the details of the Lois Lane mask, and Mesmera surprised Duela when she told her that Lana and Lois shared the same shoe size.

With a slim to none chance of Superman arriving prior to midday Sunday, Mesmera and Duela spent some time in bed exploring each other as Wonder Woman and Black Canary.  Mesmera did find to her delight that wearing the golden power belt had provided her with some unheard of strength and power, which in bed was put to surprising uses.  They were at it until well past midnight, but figured it was well worth it to lose a bit of sleep.  The alarm was set for 7 am, just in case.

The next morning was spent just reading the paper and watching the news while waiting for the Man of Steel's arrival.  Clark Kent's death was a major item, especially of course in the only paper delivered to the Kent household.  Everything they'd need for the upcoming change was placed in one of Duela's white bags and set next to one of the living room chairs.

* * *

As he came back from the interplanetary trip, Superman did his usual zoom to the patio door of their condo.  He opened it and zipped in to close it behind himself so fast that none of the neighbors could possibly see him.  He was expecting to find his wife waiting for him and so just said, "Honey, I'm back.  I hope you're not still-"  His voice stopped abruptly as the Man of Steel entered his living room and instead of Lois sitting there, he saw Wonder Woman and Black Canary.

"Well, Kal," the Amazon said, "to put it bluntly, she is still pissed off at you.  That's why we're here.  Lois asked us to have a talk with you."

"Right, Superman," Black Canary continued.  "We've seen the tapes of last Thursday.  We know as well as you that it's insane to have Lex Luthor as our President, but the way you, Green Lantern and Batman made that unannounced visit was not too smart.  Bad enough that the Justice League got a bum rap, but the way you humiliated Lois on national TV was unbelievable."

"So since she knows you so well," Wonder Woman picked it up from there, "Lois asked us as your teammates to try and talk some sense into you.  I figured I could go one step further.  Kal, I want to put the lasso on you so I can force you to know even better how Lois is feeling and how you can make up for her humiliation.  You've felt how it works in the past and you know you can trust me.  Will you willingly allow me to wrap the lasso around you, or will I have to do this the hard way?"

"Oh, so Lois got you girls to speak for her, huh?" he replied.  "Don't get me wrong, Diana.  I do trust you, even more so with Dinah here too.  But I know how powerful your lasso is.  Do you really think it's necessary?"

"Indeed I do," Wonder Woman answered.  "It's the only way you'd begin to fully understand how Lois feels.  So will you let me use the lasso on you?"

Superman gave a questioning look to Black Canary, and she nodded.  He looked back at Diana.  "Okay, I'll do this willingly."

Wonder Woman unclipped the lasso from her golden power belt, then made a big loop to go around his shoulders.  "Yes, by the time I'm finished, you'll know very well how Lois feels."  She placed the loop around his shoulders, tightened it, then wrapped it around his arms.  "Remain still and totally at ease, Superman.  Until told otherwise, you may not use any of your super powers," she told him.  Then to his surprise, she handed the lasso to Black Canary.

"Superman," his blonde teammate said, "keep your eyes open but do not speak.  Wonder Woman is going to face you.  You will want to do everything she tells you to do, even though it's me holding the lasso."

The Amazon had been shifting her position ever since passing the lasso.  She put her face directly in front of Superman's, then he saw her eyes begin to glow a strange purple color.

<Superman, you will write a note to Lois.  Ask her to pass on what you say in it to the Justice League, the President and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  Tell her that while you were on Mars and separated from those you'd come with, one of the white Martians infected you with a pathogen they mutated to be able to defeat your invulnerability.  You are spending your final few hours of life isolated in your Fortress of Solitude, which you've sealed behind you to quarantine yourself and prevent passing on the infection to Supergirl, Power Girl or any normal humans it may also affect.  Finally, tell Lois you've left a gift that she'll discover later.>

The Man of Steel picked up a pen and started to write out the message faster than their eyes could follow.  When he finished, Wonder Woman read it to check and found that he'd written exactly what he was told.  Then she moved back to looking him directly in the eye.  Her power seemed more than enough.

<I'm going to remove the lasso, but you can still do only what I tell you to do.  You cannot move.  You must remain perfectly still.>

She motioned for Canary to undo the lasso.  "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Don't worry, he seems to be completely in my control."  As soon as the lasso was off, she went back to her mental commands.

<You can move now, but only to take off all of your costume and clothing.  Do so at a normal speed, not super fast.>

Though neither of them was very much interested in male bodies any longer, both Mesmera and Duela took notice of the superbly formed body of Superman as he did a sort of strip show for them.  Both knew they'd be the last ones to ever see that muscular and well toned male physique.  As soon as he was finished, Ms. Mesmera as Wonder Woman went face to face with him, her eyes glowing.

<You cannot move!>

When she backed away a bit, Black Canary took her cue.  She opened the bag and pulled out the Lois Lane mask.  After she stretched the neck opening, she lifted the mask over the Man of Steel's head, then pulled it down.  It looked more than a bit odd, since the latex version of Lois's face was molded by his bigger, manly shaped face and head on top of his still perfect male body.  It started to look a tad more normal after the black wig was put in place.  Then Mesmera gave an instruction similar to those given to each of the Justice League girls.

<You cannot move.  However, after two minutes you will walk over to the mirror on your bathroom door.>

Then she turned to the disguised Duela.  "It's all set, let's grab the costume and get out of here."

"Right, but I sure wish I could be here to witness the discovery of her gift from Superman and the resulting birth of Ultra Babe."

"You and me both.  Let's go!"  They left the unmoving man with a latex female face mask and realistic black wig over his head to go back down to Duela's rental car.  As earlier, the long overcoats and removed tiara effectively hid the identities each had assumed.  The trip back out to the airport was done at a leisurely pace to ensure no inadvertent attention would be garnered from the police, and the flight back home was uneventful if not filled with speculation about things to come.

As much as he'd wanted to zoom after the two women as they'd left, the Man of Steel couldn't so much as twitch a muscle.  'I could swear I felt something being pulled over my head, but maybe that was just a side effect of that mental manipulation.  I can easily see what's in front of me, both close up and miles away.  What was that Dinah said about the birth of Ultra Babe?' he wondered, wishing he could go after her to get some clarification.  But when the two minutes ended, he found his feet and legs walking toward the mirror on the outer side of the bathroom door.  The first look was the last thought of the man who saw he was wearing a mask and wig resembling his wife.  Instantly the mask and wig altered to become skin and hair, at the same time changing his perfect male physique to the very familiar and well built female body of Lois Lane.

There were no longer any memories of what had just transpired, and still quite mad at her super husband for the way he'd treated her, Lois wondered why she was naked in front of the mirror usually used for checking how she and Clark-

'Clark!'  An alarm went off in her mind.  'Why did he fake that accident on the trip for Perry?  Is he playing even more games with my mind, and now with many more folks?  If so, it'll suit me just fine, since the thought of continuing to live with that bastard and accommodate his desires in bed seems revolting.'  She looked down upon her naked body.  'Well, pretty obviously, I need to get some clothes on before anything else.'

Lois went over to her bedroom and opened up the undies drawer to get a bra and some panties.  Then she walked over and opened the closet door.  She was thinking simplicity, so she pulled out her light blue, sleeveless dress.  It came down to just an inch or so above her knees, and the good looking brunette wished the hem was more like eight or nine inches above her knees.  It was time to start thinking about some shopping trips.  She slipped her feet into the white four-inch heels so she'd look smarter, then brushed her hair at the mirror over her dressing table.  Her makeup looked good enough already, if maybe not quite as sexy as she hoped.  That could wait.

When Lois went out and over toward the kitchen, she saw a hand written note on the top of the desk.  'It's from Smallville!  So, it turns out that accident was faked to cover for the fact that Superman and his alter ego will never again be seen.'  It wouldn't do to show this note to the authorities, so she sat at the word processor to put it into file and make a printout.  She did have to wonder about that gift her dear departed asshole husband had left for her, though.

Lois booted up her computer, and when it was ready she attached the message file to an email sent to Perry White and the Pentagon.  She knew the chairman would pass it on to Lex, but to make sure she was going to make certain Perry gave her some bereavement time off later since her two week vacation had only just started.  Early on Monday morning she was planning to take a trip to Washington and deliver it in person.  She was looking forward to seeing Lex again, this time with no worries about Superman interfering.

It was when Lois looked up from her desk to check outside her window for the weather that the surprise gift became evident.  The curtains were drawn on the window, but she could see the clear blue skies through them as if they weren't there.  An airliner flying up and out of Metropolis International entered her field of vision, and she found herself concentrating and seeing the faces of the cockpit crew and then the passengers up front in first class.  Since she had once had Superman's powers before, it was obvious how she was seeing what she did.  Was there more?

The brunette beauty wondered what she could stand to lose without any worry, and went into the kitchen to grab one of the many wrought iron skillets in the cabinet.  Lois mangled it in her hands as if it were made of paper.  She took one of the resulting jagged edges and dragged it across her skin; instead of drawing blood, the edge became flatter.  It was too confined to see if she could fly, but just plain floating up a few inches off the floor proved that power was hers.  Then after a quick bit of concentration and hearing the movie on the TV set in the condo next door, she knew the power of super hearing was hers also.  'Well, it seems like even if he was a jerk, my husband has found a way to transfer his powers to me so that as he dies a new super hero can take his place.  No, make that super heroine, not super hero.'

After all those years of pacing the Man of Steel to find out his secret identity, Lois knew she was now going to be the one who had to hide her own identity if she was going to put on a costume.  'I'll need at least a mask for my eyes and face, and a wig would help if it could stay in place.  Hey, I've still got that red wig from when I impersonated Lana, that would be perfect!'  Just to check it out, Lois went back into her bedroom to get that wig off the shelf.  She took it and then sat at her dressing table.  She went into her cosmetics drawer for one of those rarely used and by now very well buried wig caps, then piled up her black hair under it.  Then for the first time in years she placed the red wig looking so much like the real hair of Lana Lang over her head.

It would help to add a lot more makeup to hide her normally well known face, so Lois added some cobalt eye shadow, lengthened her lashes, and lined her eyes in black.  Then she spread foundation over her face, followed by a dusting with rouge to highlight her cheeks and chin.  Lastly, she placed the simple eye changing green contacts over her baby blues.  'I look like a god damned prostitute now!' she noted.  'Good, less like the real me, at least for the time being...'  She winked at herself.

'Now then, if Clark was Superman, what should I be?  Superwoman?  No way.  Supergirl?  Already taken.  Power Babe?  Power Girl would bitch.  Hey, I know!  Ultra Babe!  It fits with my sexy look.'

Now Ultra Babe had one problem left.  'I am most certainly NOT going to make my debut in one of the blue and red super suits still hidden in the closet.  The boots won't fit, anyway.  And with those flat heels?  No way!  What can I possibly wear, then?'  As she was gazing blankly into her closet, an idea sparked in the back of her mind.  'What about that pink outfit I've got hidden away in that white bag and stashed away in the back of my closet?  Why not?!'

She pushed aside the shoe boxes that hid the bag so well, then pulled it out of its hiding place.  She placed it on her bed, then started pulling out the contents she hadn't seen in nearly a year.  'Good thing I've never given Super Oaf any reason to use X-ray vision in the closet,' she thought while kicking off her white pumps.  The blue dress got unzipped with new found super speed, and she knew very well that her bra and panties would be quite unnecessary, so they got pulled off and tossed.  Lois took the suntan pantyhose from her undies drawer to give her legs a dark color, then pulled on that shocking pink sleeveless leotard she'd found in the adult bookstore.  She'd forgotten just how good it molded her tits into pink orbs with her nipples poking out to make them even more enticing.

She picked up the matching pink shorts, but after a moment set them back in the bag since she liked how Power Girl looked with no shorts better than how Supergirl looked with either her skirt or shorts.  Hell, hardly any of the other babes wore shorts with their outfits.  Lois - 'no, I'm not Lois now, I'm Ultra Babe, gotta remember that' - sat to pull each of the thigh high boots onto her legs, realizing as she finished that very little of the suntan hose covering her legs could be seen now.  Oh well, what little did still show looked sexy as hell with the glowing pink.  She pulled the shoulder length pink gloves on, then wondered about checking with Catwoman about how she does the claws at her fingertips.  Finally, she fitted the mask over her eyes and upper face, securing it over her ears.

Ultra Babe liked what she saw reflected in her dressing table mirror, but to get a full view she got up to use the mirror on the bathroom door.  'These ultra high heels on my boots are a god send, my powers let me handle six-and-a-half-inch stilettos like they're flat as sneakers, and they make me look and feel so sexy and alluring.'  She struck a power pose there, and while inspecting her totally different look got an inspiration.  'On all the flights in which Superman has carried me, an aura around his body protected me, and of course, all the costume parts he was wearing.  He was the invulnerable one, not the costume; if all his other powers are now mine, what about that costume protection?'  Using all her super strength, she tried to pull off the red wig on her head.  It stayed locked in place, just as if it was her real hair, even if she couldn't feel her hair being yanked.  Then she consciously lowered the aura's strength and this time the wig lifted right up.  'Great!  Now I won't have to worry about my black hair being seen; as long as I keep my aura in effect, this red hair is mine.'

'Now what to do?' she wondered.  'Well, the word has already been sent to the Planet and the Pentagon, why not go up to the Watchtower and introduce myself to all the others, explaining why I'm there to take Superman's place.  If of course any of the Leaguers are there, other than whoever has the duty desk.  I've got until April first to get them used to having me around instead of Smallville...then I get to go back in and give Perry a heart attack for April Fool's!'

* * *

Epilogue

Ultra Babe did find only a few of the male members of the Justice League when she got up there.  Neither Flash at the duty desk nor any of the others had seen nor heard from the girls of the group all weekend.  The Scarlet Speedster had caught the shocking news from Earth concerning his Kryptonian teammate.  None of the guys who'd been with him on that mission had been aware of the bug with which he'd been infected.  Those with him in the Watchtower and all who could be reached Earthside were then also informed.  The super redhead in pink was very pleased to find she was accepted so readily, finding that her new teammates were glad and relieved that Superman had arranged for his replacement.  None showed any surprise at all when she removed her mask and wig to reveal her secret identity to them.

During the ensuing week, a puzzling rash of crimes were noted being committed by daughters of well known criminals, and in addition, odd reports of crimes being committed individually by the five heroines of the Justice League wearing much more sexy than usual boots made the others wonder what was going on in Gotham City.  Mesmera and Duela had gone out Monday night to buy or otherwise obtain those newer boots for the costumes they'd gathered while doing the changes to the original owners, and each wished they'd had the replacements for Black Canary and Wonder Woman's boots for their bit with Superman the day before to see what he might have said about them.  Duela also sold her Gulfstream IV, bought a slightly smaller Bombardier Challenger and got a totally nondescript registration for it so it would no longer be easy to trace her via the aircraft registration.

When Lois got back to work at the Planet after the two weeks she'd gotten off, it came as a bit of a shock to Perry White to see how much sexier his star reporter was appearing in her scandalously short, shiny black leather miniskirt, a skin tight fuchsia blouse that left nothing to the imagination in showing the shape of her torso and large, fleshy mounds, along with exposing so much of her glorious cleavage.  In addition, the gorgeous brunette was wearing makeup giving her a hot as sin look.  Adding to that was the pair of knee high, shiny black boots having shapely stiletto heels towering a full six and half inches high.  "April Fool's...NOT!" Lois exclaimed with a grin during the morning brief.  Perry and the others got the impression she'd gotten over the death of her husband in a shocking manner.  Had her visit with Lana changed her mind, even after his warning?  The others at the Planet seemed to enjoy her new look, so Perry let it go and started to enjoy himself with the view from his window that and all the following days.

He had to wonder about the total reversal in Lois's attitude toward Cat Grant, and was it just his imagination, or were the two girls slipping out together and reappearing after a time with big grins on their faces?

It was just under two weeks later, while Lois was taking advantage of the time off added for that bereavement period, that Ultra Babe met a new super villainess none of the others had encountered yet.  Both Phantom and Ultra Babe were in shock at seeing how nearly identical they looked.  Phantom's true identity was discovered right away, since her heroic lookalike recognized her voice easily.  Lana Lang got some assistance via the ironic use of super hypnotism in changing from a super villainess to a super heroine and then become one of the Gemini Twins of the Justice League.

Batman had been with Superman on the Mars mission and was unaware of the first night's fun and games of the new Daughters.  But a week later, after being frustrated with each crime committed by his female teammates who seemed to have gone bad and the surprising appearance of various of the five elusive daughters, he was with Robin checking on an occurrence at the Diamond Exchange where they found Joker's Daughter and Catgirl tying up the guards and other workers there.  When the Dynamic Duo appeared, Catgirl screamed a deafening, "Meowrrrrrrr!" that sounded somehow familiar.  Moments later, the Dark Knight heard Joker's Daughter mutter a curse backwards, which resulted in ropes surprisingly appearing around Robin's suddenly very female body and arms.

At least if Robin's now golden blonde hair fell down to her shoulders, the costume on her very sexy and fully adult seeming female body was still basically the same - except for her exposed upper chest highlighting the way its red upper portion molded so enticingly to her huge breasts.  The green skirt was so short the camel toe of her new sex covered by that red leotard was seen readily, and also appealingly different were her red boots, which now looked very feminine and sported extremely high spike heels.  The Dark Knight made a sigh of relief that the backwards spell only affected Robin, and not him in addition.  But backwards, and apparently magic?  He cursed under his breath.  Was he seeing the reason why Zatanna and Black Canary had been unseen for the past week or so?  The versions of each he'd encountered committing crimes had shown no evidence of super powers, while these two daughters had.  It puzzled him.

One sure way to find out.  Batman pulled some Bat knockout gas from his utility belt and shot first Joker's Daughter and then Catgirl in the face, praying at the same time that Joker's Daughter didn't come up with some other spell or that Catgirl didn't totally shred his costume with those claws.  She did manage to toss an explosive catnip at him before falling into dreamland, but the Dark Knight deflected it with his cape.  He quickly untied Robin while asking, "I know this isn't right, but for the time being you'll have to be the female you've become and help me until we can undo the magic which did this to you."

"What do mean, female I've become?  Undo what magic?  I'm the same girl that's been at your side ever since I snuck into the Batcave and found out who you were," she answered while coming to her feet and standing in those unbelievably high heels with apparent ease.

'Uh, oh,' Batman thought.

First he took the two villainesses to the Batcave in the Batmobile's back seat (after of course untying all the folks at the jewelry place) then Batman used a Bat hypnotizer wheel to get Joker's Daughter to say a spell that would change not only the two present daughters, but any others wherever they were, back into their original minds and identities.  It seemed like too much to try and have their costumes changed, too.  When Zatanna and Black Canary saw how they looked, with totally different faces and their sexy villainess costumes, it took a while to persuade Zee to do a spell that would undo what Batman knew had to be Duela Dent's mask magic.

It also took a while to locate Riddler's Daughter, Scarecrone and Penguin's Daughter, since even after the ID spell, the girls in those costumes wanted to stay just as they now were.  But eventually a spell was done to bring all the heroine's costumes back from wherever they'd been kept, but not doing the reverse to send the daughter costumes in their place.  All those costumes, masks and wigs were added to the little museum in the Watchtower, by coincidence right next to the Cat Grant mask and wig.  This spell had come as a big surprise to Duela and Mesmera, who providentially hadn't yet left home when they suddenly found themselves to be nude!

To the surprise of each heroine, as each of their costumes reappeared on their bodies during the spell, the boots they were used to were replaced by the much higher heeled and sexier ones obtained by Duela and Mesmera.  Wonder Woman now had thigh high red boots with the usual white stripe and top edging, Zatanna found herself in crotch high black boots which laced all the way up, Black Canary now had over the knee black boots with cuffs, Hawkgirl had red thigh high boots with lacing like Zee's, and Huntress came down off her toes to find herself in boots actually very similar to her usual ones but having seven-inch heels and now made from purple and black latex.  With the exception of Huntress, each also found their boots to have the same heels they'd been wearing as daughters, between six and seven inches in height.  So now the Justice League had the female members back as themselves, though with much sexier looking boots which none of the five would even consider changing, along with slightly different ideas on how things should be done from now on, of course.

Robin did find that instead of female clothes in her drawers and closets, there were nothing but male items.  However, instead of Zee doing a spell to change her back to a male, she made sure the magician did a spell to alter all her clothes and for that matter reality from over the years so that she could continue to live as the girl she knew she was.  Now she'd be a daughter to her father instead of a son, and be in the same school with the same records attained in her previous male existence, in her name instead of his.

Then a few days later, on April first, the Dark Knight discovered just exactly why only Robin had been changed that day at the Diamond Exchange.  Luckily, he was seated in his costume and doing research in the Bat Computer deep inside the Bat Cave when ropes appeared around his lower legs, arms and chest, securing him tightly to the chair.  'What the...' he started to wonder as a cloth gag wrapped around his mouth and head.

Moments later, Alfred came out of the elevator and rushed toward the Bat Computer.  "Master Bruce," he started to say, before coming up short upon finding Batman all tied up.  He held out a slip of paper then, saying, "This just appeared next to me as I was tidying the bookshelf.  It says, 'April Fools!  Now you can join Robin,' and is signed by Joker's Daughter."

As soon as Alfred said that, Batman became an even more enticingly shaped woman than Robin, with the ropes adapting to the entirely new shape under them.  The fabric costume which had looked so dark and masculine changed to be latex even darker and oh so feminine, making the woman inside it, who for the time being knew her name was Barbie Wayne, look like a shiny black clad dominatrix.  The gag around her was now a huge, sexy orange ball gag.

Not only that, but Alfred suddenly became an only twenty something aged blonde with a fantastically shaped, top heavy and to die for body wearing a sexual fetishist's dream French Maid outfit.  She was much shorter than before, but thanks to having ballet toe heels on her lock strapped black shoes that were just like the ones on Batwoman's thigh high black boots, her height hadn't seem to alter very much.  She also had been given a mind fully informed by the magic.  "Mistress Barbie, are we both destined to remain in our new forms?" she asked while reaching into the tiny key sack hooked to the belt wrapped around her ultra tiny waist.  She unlocked the ball gag so her mistress could reply.

"Now that you've undone that part of my bondage, how about getting all these ropes off so I can get up," the vixen with waist length black hair, whose incredibly beautiful face was hidden under her shiny black mask and cowl, said.  Her maid did so with a speed showing that bondage was one of her special skills.  The vision in shiny black with the white outline of a bat atop her huge, black enshrouded breasts rose to stand majestically on her toes.  "This had to have been done by Joker's Daughter at the same time she changed Tim to the woman she is now.  I'd better get in touch with Zatanna right away to change us back."

"Mistress, can you wait a while before doing that?" Alecia asked.  "I know this isn't how we're supposed to be, but something in my head is telling me that the magic which changed us has also rearranged everything so that Barbie Wayne has her office at WayneTech and your friends in the Justice League know you sometimes aren't available as Batwoman because you're in your other secret identity as the cruel dominatrix known as Mistress Demonique."

"Yes, I have that same information in my own mind," the only slightly older woman replied.  "But as much as I do want to stay as the lesbian heroine and dominant bitch I am right now, I'm aware of the past as it used to exist and feel that would be more important.  But I suppose getting in touch with Zee can wait for a month or two...now, let's get up to my room for some fun that doesn't involve bondage."

Only a few weeks later, Robin got separated from Batwoman while they were fighting Catwoman.  A few days later, Batwoman saw Catwoman with her new kitten in a form fitting tan and white catsuit with white elbow length gloves and knee high ultra high stiletto heeled boots, calling herself Pussy Willow.  She had a cute and beguiling face hidden under a sexy cat mask, and now waist length blonde hair.  Robin had been lost forever, or so the Dark Mistress thought.  More was involved than she could even start to imagine.

There were also two villainesses that seemed to vex Batwoman and the other members of the Justice League as time went on.  One had a very powerful mind warping power (which Catwoman had put to use with the captured Robin along with a magic mask similar to what she herself had used to become Cat Grant) and the other seemed to be a now totally evil version of Duela Dent, since she used masks to change heroes she captured.  This deadly duo started to be the worst thing ever to be encountered by the JLA.

After a brief break in appearances by Ms. Mesmera and Mask Maven who seemed to stay mostly in the Gotham area, the super hypnotic villainess made a solo appearance in Metropolis.  At the same time, Jimmy Olsen disappeared from the workforce at the Daily Planet.  Both Duela and the real Mesmera watched how her attention getting twin did during her crime spree.  It had been fun to put together that copy of her costume and then send the box enclosing it and a mask and wig they knew he couldn't resist putting on to Jimmy Olsen.  The Metropolis Mesmera's powers weren't quite as powerful as the original's, but she seemed to be making out better than they'd originally hoped.  She even held her own when Ultra Babe confronted her.  When the second box was sent to her shortly thereafter, the new Mesmera used her own power and that of its contents to get her own black clad partner, who seemed to have even stronger versions of Duela's masking powers.

Lois Lane started to wonder why she wasn't seeing Cat as often as she used to at the Planet; first Jimmy Olsen disappeared completely, then Cat Grant went into a here now and then and gone more often mode.  It wouldn't be long before Ultra Babe would meet both Jimmy and Cat, of course without knowing who they really were.

For their part, the originals in Gotham let the authorities think they were in Metropolis now; they used some new costumes they'd come up with, along with some new masks, to keep the heat on in Gotham.


The end of this April Fools Joke that went completely awry...with more to be seen in its sequel.

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