Allan had perhaps the most shocking experience of his entire life. Suddenly he wasn't in the convention anymore. Suddenly he wasn't even Allan anymore! Seated on a nice sofa in a living room, some bluesy music playing in the background, he felt a strange pulling on his chest and naturally looked down. From his perspective, the perfectly shaped breasts looked huge, huge and naked, since the dark bodice he wore was very low-cut. Farther down, he could see to-die-for female legs encased in fishnet stockings. Somehow, the female breasts, legs, waist and whatnot were HIS...HERS! The breasts rose and fell slightly as she breathed, she could feel the bodice hugging her skin all around her body, she could feel the peculiar hot-cold sensation of the fishnets.

To compound her confusion, a man walked in. He was tall and well-muscled like an athlete, with a blonde mustache and chin beard that Allan recognized right away, if she had not recognized the green Robin Hood costume the man wore. He looked right at Allan and said, "Hey, little bird. Let's go on our patrol. Or do you prefer to spend the night away at home?" He winked at Allan.

"You've got to be kidding me. This can't be real." Allan glanced over at the man she knew from having read the comics was Green Arrow. "I think our patrol might be best for now."

Allan was startled by the sound of her own voice. It wasn't just very musical and pleasant to hear, but had some almost hypnotical quality, as if it reached into higher or lower frequencies than a normal human voice.

"What can't be real?" Oliver Queen asked. "A night with me, right? Too good to be real? You bet!" he laughed.

Allan just couldn't believe this, there had to be something to this. She couldn't possibly be Dinah Lance, otherwise known as Black Canary, could she? She looked down at herself in disbelief as a hand went to her head, to feel for the blonde wig.

Sure as sunrise, she could feel the long blonde hair of the wig. It was a very good and authentic-looking wig, too. Her body hadn't changed from the last time she looked. It was both voluptuous and athletic, just like a comic book superheroine's body could be.

Green Arrow walked around the sofa and put his hands on Allan's naked shoulders (Black Canary's leather jacket was folded on the back of a chair to his right). Green Arrow's hands were strong and big, and looked very able.

"What's the matter, Di? You're all nervous all of a sudden. I can feel all your muscles bunched up." He started to massage Allan's shoulders. The sensation was quite sensuous!

"Mmmm, that feels so good...oh, nothing is the matter. I'm just kind of, well...unsure of some things," Allan replied, doing her best to not think of the situation she was in. "Maybe we should continue this when we get back, we really should go out on patrol, don't you think?" She glanced over at Green Arrow, not wanting things to go the way they might go if the current course was followed.

"I don't know, what do YOU think, Dinah?" the man replied in a cocky tone. His hands lowered along Allan's shoulders, to her forearms, keeping at their gentle massage, one finger lightly brushing Allan's right breast.

"And what are you unsure about, honey?" The voice was very near Allan's ear. Green Arrow had lowered his head, and Allan could feel Ollie's breath at her neck. Allan couldn't be sure of what it was, but Green Arrow's very nearness was almost overwhelming to her!

Allan's bodice seemed even tighter, gripping at her breasts and crotch almost uncomfortably. She also felt hotter, as if the room's temperature had risen several degrees. There was something at once unsettling and delicious about the unexpected intimacy in the way the man touched and caressed her. Like Green Arrow knew Allan's body.

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