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MJ's New Costume
Wonder Woman comes to the Marvel Universe

Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by Marvel Comics and DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit.

I would really love to hear any comments you'd like to send me. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it! SteveZ

Mary Jane Watson Parker had time to kill after her Thursday modeling session and while on the way down the road from the studios they were using got to a red stop light. Looking around to take up the wait, she noticed a costume shop so small it seemed to be hiding in the strip shopping center to her right. Luckily, she was already in the right hand lane and just turned on her turn signal so that as she got to the next entrance of the parking lot she could turn in. Now that she was closer and could give the shop her full attention, MJ saw that the shop's name arced above the entrance door was "The New You" and on the door itself, "Costumes, makeup and other disguise needs for your total transformation". There was a parking spot available right in front, so after a quick look back and forth she swung her car in.

Not many people were around to see the stunningly beautiful redhead in a bulging pearl colored tube top and a blue denim miniskirt step out of her car in the white walking shoes she was wearing. She slung her large black carry all purse over her shoulder and went into the shop. 'Am I the only customer in here right now?' she wondered as a look around confirmed the quiet. After a quick look at the odds and ends in the display next to the register at the front of the shop, she made her way to the racks of female costumes in the back left corner. Nothing really caught her eye until she came upon a single bag containing lots of shiny gold and bright red, white and blue. It appeared to be the only example of the costume on the rack, so she pulled it off to look at it more closely.

The color photo of the model wearing the enclosed costume on the cardboard closure for the bag looked very impressive with her lustrous black hair hanging past her ass all the way to the tops of her thighs. The redhead who was a model herself gave high marks to the one in that picture. She noted the name of the costume, Wonder Woman, under a lot of small print at the top which she didn't bother to read. "She's a wonder all right," MJ muttered softly to herself as she once again looked at the picture on the bag. "She looks like she could be a heroine, but I can't think of anyone like this I've ever seen or heard of. Hell, she could even be a villainess. Nah, not in those colors. Probably just some fantasy costume left over from Halloween."

What MJ passed over as the small text above the costume name was the description and selling enticement:

Turn yourself into the ultra feminine and super powered Amazon from Paradise Island, Princess Diana. Normally enjoying only the company and sexual prowess of her sister Amazons, the very special daughter of the Amazons' Queen Hippolyte spends almost all her time now in our world as Diana Prince, otherwise known as the bi but primarily lesbian heroine recognized around the world as the Justice League of America's powerhouse that you will become when you wrap yourself in your golden lasso and say, "I am Wonder Woman."

Those last two words were reprinted much larger than and below the rest of the lettering, with Wonder in blue and Woman in red, becoming the titling of the label which MJ had noticed.

After she saw that the costume's price was very reasonable at only $79.00, MJ looked to make sure that if the costume was sized it would fit her since it was the only one there. The notes on the bag said it was a medium sized one for a twenty-four-inch waist. It made no mention of chest size, so she assumed the top was adaptable to various sized breasts. Since her own waist was only twenty-two inches, she figured the costume would probably fit and took it to the register.

"I've been doing our monthly inventories and I can't recall ever seeing this one on the racks. I guess maybe it was hiding until you found it. You're going to like that costume a lot, I think," the cute blonde teenager at the counter in a green costume that looked sort of like an elf said as MJ handed her the bag. She wore a small white name tag in the shape of a star that said Mixi. "Would you like me to get a black wig for you, ma'am?"

"No, thanks, Mixi. I have a few wigs at home already," MJ told her. 'But I think I will look at the wig shop for a good quality black haired one that's at least as long as the hair on this model,' she added to herself.

"Okay, in that case your total is $85.32, ma'am."

MJ handed Mixi her Visa card, and moments later had signed for the purchase and was out the door. The best wig shop she knew of was along the way home, and sure enough, they did have an incredibly long black wig that looked like real hair but was actually a good man-made fiber. Of course, the wig ended up costing nearly twice what the costume had, but the professional model knew there could be many other uses than just with her new costume. She was almost out of the parking lot when it dawned on MJ that while the costume included red and white boot uppers to be worn over regular red shoes, some actual boots would look a lot better. But with white striping? No regular shoe store would have any like that.

'I bet I know who might know where boots like that can be found,' she thought. 'I wonder if she's home right now?' Mary Jane fished her cell phone out of her purse and made a call to Felicia Hardy, wishing her friend would get a cell phone one of these days. "Hi, Felicia, it's MJ. Just wondering, do you know of any shoe and boot stores that might have specially colored boots in stock?"

"I can think of at least a couple, MJ. What colors are you hoping to find?"

"Red, with white edging at the tops and white stripes down the fronts to the toes."

There was a momentary pause, then MJ heard, "You're in luck, girlfriend! I was just in a place three days ago where I saw some boots presumably sold mostly to dominatrixes and prostitutes that were black with red trim like that, both knee high and also thigh high. They also had basic white ones with trim and red with trim. But they all had really high spike heels, I hope you'll be able to manage in them."

"I've worn heels as high as six inches without any problem, Felicia. Where's this shop located?"

"It's in the Three Corners Mall, MJ. Second level, close to the Sears. It's called 'Heels R Us' and as you might assume, their boots and shoes almost all have really high heels. Let me know if you find what you need, 'kay?"

"Thanks, Felicia. I'll call you on the way out of that mall." MJ then cut the connection and stowed her phone to make the cross town trip to Three Corners Mall.

MJ blinked twice when she saw that Felicia had tipped her off perfectly. With the walls covered by photos of all kinds of sexy shoes and boots, the front half of the store was full of shoes with towering heels and platforms, while the back half had boots of all kinds. There on the wall display besides many other fascinating and idea inspiring boots were some that looked just as Felicia described, looking like perfect boots for doms and whores. Amongst them were some red boots with white trim, and they looked like they were made just for the costume she'd just picked up. Both the thigh high and knee high versions had inside zippers to make the glossy red PVC or similar material cling tightly to her legs, and she noticed that her white haired friend wasn't kidding. The heels looked incredibly high while being shaped very sexy. A quick look at the soles of the boots showed that the prices were a lot lower than MJ had expected for such specialized footwear. The knee high ones were one hundred and fifteen dollars, while their much taller kin were only seventy-five dollars more.

One of the clerks, a middle-aged but still young looking blonde haired woman, came up to MJ's left side and said, "It looks like you're trying to decide which boot length to go with, ma'am. It's not openly advertised, but we do offer a special for anyone interested in getting both. The charge for both a knee high and a thigh high pair is only $275."

"Oh, wow!" MJ answered. "I was surprised just to see these red boots with the white trim, and to find out they're specially priced is too good to be true. I'm a seven narrow, do you think I should be measured just in case or can you see if you have both in my size?"

"Since they're boots and not shoes, you should get a bit of play if the sizes weren't exact, ma'am. I'm pretty sure we have that size for both, have a seat or look around at some other boots while I go back and get them for you."

MJ nodded, then watched the blonde go through the curtain into the back of the store. The redhead looked around, and her attention was caught by a table display next to the register in the back left corner. Some white boots with furry trim looking so much like those of Felicia's Black Cat costume were the main attraction, then she noticed some laced up black granny boots in two styles, one that had heels even higher than on those red and white ones and the other having ballet toed heels. 'Ballet toed heels?' MJ thought. 'I don't think so!'

As she approached the table, MJ noticed something even more strange. In amongst all the black, white and other colored boots were some in red with a very familiar thin blue spider web pattern. 'What's with all the boots looking just like they'd be perfect for costumes copied from real heroes and heroines like Felicia and Peter?' MJ thought as she picked up the boots looking like her husband's but obviously meant for a female with their high heels and pointed toes. "Only $100?" she muttered softly while putting them down. A quick look at the twins for Felicia's boots showed a slightly higher price, presumably due to the furry trim.

The blonde clerk came up from behind MJ to stand at her left side again with a pair of boxes in her hands, and after guessing what was causing the questioning look on her customer's face said, "We try to make good copies of boots for any of the heroes and heroines, and I suppose the villains and villainesses, too."

MJ took a quick look at the pair of boxes the young lady was holding, then decided what the hell. "Can you see if you also have a pair of these female versions of Spider-Man boots in my size?"

"I know we do. I'll be right back."

With plans for giving her husband the thrill of making love to a Wonder Woman now solidified after seeing the special boots, MJ started to think about the possibility of making herself a copy of Peter's costume and really surprising him with seeing a female twin of himself. Well, a VERY feminine twin, with exceedingly female features like the spike heeled boots to accent her already sexy body.

Sure enough, the clerk reappeared with a third box in her hands. She opened it up next to MJ to show her the actual boots she'd be getting and the redhead nodded. The uppers looked like a latex type material that would stretch over her ankles and calves, perfect to go with a spider costume. "I don't know if you're interested, but we also carry matching spider accessories like belts and gloves, ma'am. If you're thinking of making a spider costume for yourself, it may be easier to get some gloves here than make some yourself. Of course, ours don't include any web shooters!"

MJ laughed out loud at that. "I'm sure Spider-Man would have a fit if he found out you were selling gloves with all the capabilities of his own," she told the woman after the laughing spell was over. "Yes, I would like to get a belt and a pair of those gloves."

"In that case, I think we can work out a way for you to get the gloves and belt for free. Normally all the pictures like the ones you saw in the store are of me wearing the shoes and boots, but I'm ready to be outclassed. You have some of the best looking legs I've seen in a long time, and we've been hoping to make a photo display that will show customers what variations in heels will look like. If you have about thirty minutes to spare, would you model six pairs of shoes with heels ranging from almost flat to as high as they go?"

It was still only just past one in the afternoon, so Mary Jane gave it just a briefest thought and told the woman, "Modeling is what I do for a living! I normally just use various shoes to highlight the clothes being modeled, but doing a modeling scene just for the shoes themselves sounds like fun. Where would we do this?"

"There's a small stage along the wall of my office in the back. Follow me, ma'am."

"Since I'm going to be working for you if only briefly, please call me MJ, it's short for Mary Jane."

As she held the curtain aside, the blonde said, "Right this way, MJ. My name is Candace Travers, and I'm the manager of this store. You can call me Candy."

Almost as soon as she was past the curtain, MJ found Candy opening a door on the left. "Right this way, MJ," Candy said as she placed the three boxes of boots on her desk. Mary Jane saw the small wooden platform against a pale blue wall that must be what the store used for taking pictures of the boots and shoes like the ones she had seen. She sat on its edge to untie and pull off her white walking shoes as Candy closed and locked her door.

Candy pulled open the bottom right drawer of her desk and pulled out both a digital camera and a pack of smokey grey pantyhose. "Go ahead and take off your footies and put on these pantyhose, MJ. Also, since I want to show off those fantastic legs of yours, would you please remove your skirt?"

They were alone in a locked room, so MJ had no problem with unzipping and stepping out of her denim miniskirt. Now in just her tube top and yellow panties, the model did just what she normally did in the studios for quick changes during shows. She slipped the pantyhose over her feet and legs while noticing how great they made her tanned legs look. Candy had gone back out and collected six shoe sized boxes while she was changing, and after coming back opened each to reveal shiny black shoes. "MJ, what I'm going to do is take the six photos and then use my computer to put them all together into a single pic looking like six models were all in one pic at the same time. For the first shot, go ahead and put on these two-inch heeled ones."

"Starting with the shortest and easiest to wear, eh?" MJ pulled them on and then stood on the stage. Candy took a couple of exposures, then handed the next box to her new model. Off came the two-inch ones, to be replaced by three-inch heels. This was going even quicker than MJ had figured, and assumed it would take a lot less than thirty minutes. The next pair were more like what the redhead wore most of the time while otherwise working, with four-inch heels. After another couple of flashes and clicks of the camera, these were followed by some still easy five-inch heels. Things got just a bit more interesting when the fifth pair Candy gave her had heels like the ones she had to wear during a lot of modeling sessions, with just over six inches and now an obviously much higher arch. MJ had a good idea of what this arch made her calves look like, and was just waiting to see Candy's pictures. But if these were only the fifth pair of shoes, what on earth would she be wearing for the six picture?

Her answer came as Candy put down the camera and picked up the last box while asking, "Have you ever worn any ballet toed shoes, MJ?"

"Only a few times, Candy. They were a bit difficult but fun to walk in."

"In that case, here you go. The only walking you'll have to do in them is to get in position of the last set of pics."

Mary Jane took one look at the shoes she was handed and immediately thought of those ballet toed granny boots she'd seen out on the display. Well, here goes, she thought while pointing her toes and putting her feet into extreme arches. "If you're interested, MJ, the actual heel height on those for your shoe size is just shy of eight inches. The bigger the shoe size, the higher the heel with ballet toed shoes and boots," Candy told her.

After first standing with her eyes now eight inches higher relative to Candy to get a feel for the extreme shoes, MJ stepped into position on the platform a lot easier than she'd imagined. Ballet had never been a part of her dance routines, but all that dancing must have given her a degree of balance she hadn't figured on. Flash/click, flash/click, and she was finished. 'Oh, what the hell,' MJ thought as she stepped back down and sat to wait for Candy to the pictures in her computer, her legs crossed while her feet were still pointed in the extreme shoes. She looked at the heel projecting as far from her ankle as her toes, and thought she could actually get used to this.

A few minutes later, Candy looked up from her computer monitor to say, "Take a look, MJ. I was right, your legs are outstanding for this display!" Mary Jane uncrossed her legs and stood, then took shorter than usual steps over to the desk. "You're still wearing those ballet toed shoes?"

MJ had to stoop and bend even more than usual due to her greatly increased height, and as she looked at the image of six pairs of legs in steadily increasing heel heights she saw just what she'd hoped for. The higher the heels got, the more curvy and sexy the calves of her legs got. "Yes, they don't seem to be as much of a problem to wear as I'd imagined, and after seeing just what they do for my legs I'm thinking I may have to get myself some shoes or boots like this. And thanks for the compliment!"

Candy grinned, "The grey pantyhose are already yours, along with the gloves and belt I'd mentioned. If you really want to, I'll let you have those shoes in addition since this picture came out so well. You can even wear them home, with your walking shoes in their box if you think you can manage that."

MJ looked way down at her toes pointed in shiny black, and in reply said, "Are you sure, Candy? These shoes have to cost a lot!"

"Consider that high cost as but a small part of what I should be paying you for this modeling job you just did for me, MJ! I just know I'm going to be getting lots of questions from shoppers who realize it's not my legs in the picture. I won't mention your name, just brag about getting the use of the best looking legs in New York City."

MJ blushed, then turned to pull her skirt back on over the grey pantyhose and her newest pair of shoes. "The longer I'm in these shoes, Candy, the easier they seem to be to wear. I do thank you for giving these to me, and I'll wear them at least as far as my car. I don't know about driving in them."

"Is your car an automatic or do you have a shifter?"

"Automatic."

Candy smiled broadly as she told MJ, "In that case, just push your seat back a bit, and I'm betting you'll find that driving in them is even easier than in normal high heels like five or six inches. I can tell you that from personal experience." Then she opened her top desk drawer before adding, "Here's my card. Please come by to visit whenever you need some really sexy shoes or boots."

MJ took the card and slipped it into her purse, then said, "Well, we did manage to do all this in only twenty-four minutes, Candy. I don't want to try and figure out the per hour pay rate I got with getting these shoes and also the gloves and belt for my pay. You'd better believe I'll be back!"

Candy picked up the three boxes of boots and added the fourth with MJ's white shoes and footies to the top, then said, "Good, now let's go get you checked out so you can be on your way, MJ."

They both walked out of the office, through the curtain and over to the register with one of them making much shorter and quicker steps, and MJ's Visa card was put to another special use. The spider gloves turned out to be similar to the tops of the boots, and even though she was getting them more or less for free, they were priced a lot cheaper than MJ expected. She left the specialty store that she was sure to visit again with $405 less on her card. Good thing she was being paid a lot for that current modeling job!

Mary Jane made quite a sight to others in the mall as she walked back out in her new shoes. As soon as she got into her car with more bags to add to the others on the back seat, MJ pushed the seat back and got a feel for being at the wheel in the incredible heels. Candy was right, she did feel much more comfortable in these than in the past with more 'normal' high heels. She pulled her phone out again to give Felicia the good news. "You were right, Felicia! They had just what I was looking for in there, and I saw what you meant about a selection of boots for dominatrixes and other ladies of the night. I saw some that looked just like your Black Cat boots, along with a bunch of other special boots."

"I just knew you'd find those boots in there, MJ. Oh, and those Black Cat boots you saw? Old news, I'm afraid. I'm breaking in some new ones without any white fur that have thick, ribbed soles and heels for better traction."

"Doesn't sound like very sexy boots, Felicia."

"I know, but I'm more concerned about function now than drawing the eye. Let me know when I can see you in those new boots you got."

"Sure thing, Felicia. And thanks again for the tip. You should see what I'm wearing right now to drive home in! Bye!" she said while clicking off the phone without giving Felicia a chance to reply.

By the time MJ got back to her townhouse it was 3:30 in the afternoon. She figured there were two hours she'd have to herself before Peter got home from his daily grind at the Bugle, and looked like a mother doing Christmas shopping as she lugged all the bags to the front door. A mother who must have been a ballet dancer! She took all of them upstairs to their bedroom and placed them on the bed. The boot box on top was the one holding the spider type ones, and after opening the box to look at them again, an idea came to her. With all the time available, presuming it didn't become even longer if her husband was called upon to take action as Spider-Man, Mary Jane decided to do one costume check before trying on her new Wonder Woman one. The Spider-Man costumes were all made from a stretchy material that clung tightly to Peter's muscular body and showed off his flat stomach and prominent abs. She wondered if maybe it would stretch over her own much larger chest.

Anticipation giving MJ a push, she was out of her sexy new shoes and all her clothes other than her yellow panties in mere moments. She made her way into the special part of the closet where all the Spider-Man gear was hidden, and pulled out the closest hanger. She took the dark blue pants off the bottom rung and mentally thanked her husband for putting built in footings on the pants so in effect they weren't much different from pantyhose. They formed around the much different shape of MJ's ankles, calves and thighs as she pulled them on, then finally settled in over her hips, not quite going high enough to reach her waist. Satisfied that his costume pants worked perfectly, she grabbed the top excitedly. Like the pants it was basically blue but had red sleeves and red tapered from the shoulders to a point low on the chest. All the red was like the boots she'd seen, containing the thin blue spider web lines.

After first making sure all her long red hair was through its neck, Mary Jane stuck her arms into its sleeves and worked it down over her very much differently shaped chest. It took a second or two to get the spider logo centered between the twin massive globes of flesh that were now molded in red spider patterned material, then she tucked the bottom hem of the top into the pants. It mated so well that she appeared to be in a single piece outfit, but even so MJ was thinking that when she did get around to making a costume of her own, it was going to be a catsuit and not a two piece affair.

MJ went over to the bed and sat on its edge to pull on the spider boots after removing the paper stuffing inside each. She felt much better with these boots having simple stretch uppers and not a zipper that would stand out. The right boot was the first one on, and it turned out to fit nearly perfectly. She also got a better impression of the boot's heel when she grabbed it to settle her foot into place. It was a really tall heel! The left boot followed, and when she slid off the bed to stand next to it, MJ was standing similar to the way she had in the second to last shoes for the pics, six and half inches taller. As high as they were though, the model didn't feel any discomfort since she was used to wearing incredibly high heels during fashion shows. And what the hell, if ballet toed shoes were becoming easy, how could anything less be a problem?

At first MJ was going to just use one of Peter's costume belts, but figured since she'd gotten one at the shop, she might as well put it to good use. Peter's probably wouldn't have gone around the top of her hips where the top met the pants like this feminine belt did. Then MJ pulled the two gloves out of the clear plastic bag and pulled them on, noticing pointed red fingernails at her fingertips which hadn't been apparent in the bag. In effect, she was now in a complete but very feminine Spider-Man costume with but two exceptions. There were no web shooters on her wrists and her head was still uncovered. MJ knew she'd need to use a wig cap for that black wig soon anyway, so she put one on now to make it easier to put on the Spider-Man mask and hood. After all her glorious red hair was up under the cap, MJ got one of the mask and hood combinations and sat at her makeup table to put it on. She'd watched Peter do it often enough, so down it went over her wig capped dome with her eyes closed until its neck met the top of the costume. She took a moment to shift it slightly to seat over her nose better, then MJ looked for the first time though what looked like opaque white eye shapes. She could see her reflection easily, but not satisfied with seeing herself from just the chest up, she stood and walked over to the vertical mirror on the bedroom door.

There in the mirror MJ saw what looked for all the world like Spider-Man after being turned into a female with a to die for fashion model's figure. And a fashion model's heels! She was trying to imagine swinging and going into action wearing killer heels like these. If nothing else, they'd be sure to attract any male malefactor's attention and distract him. "Hmm, Spider-Girl?" she mused. "Spider-Woman? Spider-Femme? Spider-Babe? Nah, Spider-Girl, fer shur!"

Satisfied that she'd make a big impression on Peter like this, MJ knew it was time to get into the costume that she'd gotten to make an even bigger impression on him.

First things first, the female Spider-Man pulled the mask and cowl back off her head. After carefully putting it right back where she'd found it, MJ again sat down to pull off her female Spidey boots. She folded them up and placed them back into their box, and before taking off any of the rest of her husband's costume, she took that box and the one now holding her black ballet toed shoes instead of her walking shoes and added them to the big stack of shoe boxes on the floor in the back of their closet. While still close to the closet she pulled off her belt and gloves, followed by the costume top and pants. After the costume parts were back on their hanger, she placed the gloves and belt into the box holding her boots. Once again nude except for her panties and the cap over her hair, MJ was ready to see what she looked like as Wonder Woman.

The first thing she did when MJ got to the bed was to get her new black wig out. She took it over to her makeup table and did a quick brushing out to loosen it up, then pulled it into place on her scalp. It was really different to look into the mirror and see her familiar face framed in luxurious ebony instead of flaming red. It was fun feeling the wig tickling not only her ass but also the backs of her thighs! She gave it another quick brushing, taking care to make sure it stayed in place. She was tempted while there to also change her face a bit, but Mary Jane decided to leave her face as it was for this time.

She went back to the bed and opened up the costume bag. Once again MJ ignored the writing on the cardboard clasping the bag closed and just set it aside. Two rather heavy looking silver colored tubes that had to be really different looking bracelets caught her attention, so the now beautiful brunette picked them up. They looked solid at first, but she found tiny hinges and opposite them even smaller latches. She unlatched each one and placed them over her forearms, then clicked each one closed. Now in place, each one looked almost solid once again. Then MJ reached for the navy blue panty bottom of the costume that had many white stars emblazoned on it. She was by no means slow enough not to realize that she holding panties in the color of the US flag's star field. Before she put it on, MJ figured it would be better if she took off her yellow panties first, so into her laundry basket they went.

Then the costume bottom which looked like a really high cut French legged panty got pulled into place. Nearly all of MJ's thighs and hips were still visible! She assumed quite a bit of her ass cheeks was plainly evident in addition. There was enough blue with stars to cover her crotch, but at the same time, it was molded so tightly that her camel toe was easy to see. 'Okay, so Wonder Woman is a heroine who is a sexual showoff,' she thought while picking up the costume's red bustier which had a golden eagle design, the wings of which formed the cups to hold her breasts. She pulled it on, settling its bottom against the top of the panty portion. Her breasts were just barely contained by the golden wings, with nearly all of their top halves on display. Her aureolas and nipples were just barely covered.

Now that the fabric parts of the costume were off the bed, MJ noticed that what remained was a lot of golden colored metallic pieces and the white striped red boot tops she wouldn't need. She couldn't see any need for them at all, so MJ balled them up and tossed them into the trash can. Back at the bed she saw a tiara with a red star in its center, so onto her forehead at the place where her wig started it went. She could feel the way it clamped tightly around her head. Next off the bed were some small sized golden bands nearly as long as the silver bracelets. She took a quick look at the picture on the costume's cardboard again to see how the model had worn them. These she split open the same way as the bracelets and placed over her biceps before snapping them closed. There were similar but much larger golden bands which MJ put into place on the tops of her thighs nearly in her crotch.

Then a big golden belt that widened in front to angle down toward her crotch and up toward the eagle between her breasts was placed over her waist. When it was clicked into position, she felt her waist drawn in as if the golden belt was some kind of waist cincher or even corset! She could almost wrap her hands around her golden waist, it was that small now. A secondary result was that it pushed her breasts up, in effect making them seem even larger now! This made her aureolas become visible just barely above the golden wings.

Finally, a last golden item which MJ had missed altogether earlier was left standing out on the bed. It looked like some kind of metallic rope, and golden no less. She picked it up, and did a quick looping and unfurling to see how it managed. For metal instead of fiber, it seemed to work even easier than she expected. MJ felt around the belt and found a hook on the right side, so she coiled up what she was now thinking of as a golden lasso and latched it into place, hanging over her right hip.

MJ reached for the box holding her new Wonder Woman boots, then picked up the other box holding the thigh high versions instead. The model in the picture wore knee high boots, but MJ figured she could at least see what she looked like in the thigh ones before getting into the shorter ones for Peter. She got them out of the box and unzipped each, then pulled out all the forming paper and cardboard. Finally, all was ready. She put on first the left and then the right boot, finding again that they fit nearly perfectly, and zipped each one tight to first her ankles, then her calves, and finally all the way to the bottom of those golden bands on her thighs. The heels were just a bit lower than the Spider-Man ones, and she went over to the vertical mirror to stand tall as a really sexy looking Amazon superheroine.

As good as she looked like that, MJ wanted to emulate the other model to show herself to Peter as Wonder Woman, so she went back to the bed to take off the thigh high boots and put the knee high ones on instead. Another look in the mirror gave MJ the impression that if anything, she was now an even more impressive looking Wonder Woman than the model in the costume bag's picture. She flexed her gold and silver sheathed arms, and was it possible that her muscles seemed to be more evident? Not grossly muscular, but more like a strong feminine form. "Wow, I really am a Wonder Woman now!" she said.

The one thing that made the biggest impression on the transformed MJ's eyes was the apparently much bigger size of her already larger than normal breasts. Had the push up from the golden belt really made that much of an effect on them? Almost in awe she dropped to her knees, her legs spread for both balance and to show off her crotch. Both of her hands shot up to cup the apparently larger mounds of flesh, and fingers brushing against golden covered nipples brought expected waves of heat and pleasure to that blue and white stars area between her legs. As tempting as this was, though, MJ wanted to be as ready as possible for the fun she was hoping to share with Peter. She dropped her hands and stood back up.

The totally different looking but still female half of the residents of the townhouse made her way from the bedroom down to their living room. The clock showed that she still had maybe an hour before her husband would get home, and MJ was about to turn on the TV to watch the afternoon talk shows when a thought came to her. She picked up the phone and hit the speed dial.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Felicia, it's me again," MJ told her. "But in a way, it's not me. I'm wearing those boots you keyed me to, along with the reason why I wanted them. I want to show this as a surprise for Peter, but if you can get here quickly I'd love for you to see me first."

"If you don't mind me showing up in my jeans and a T-shirt, I can be there in ten minutes, MJ!"

"As long as you don't show up as Black Cat in the daylight, or nude maybe, I don't care what you're wearing, Felicia. Get moving, girl, time's a wasting!"

"You're the one holding me up, MJ! Bye!"

MJ smiled broadly as she hung up the phone. Now she went to the TV to turn it on, and to avoid the drivel surfed the channels until CNN Headline News came on. Better to kill time with becoming better informed than absorbing the BS from the talk shows. She sat with one red and white booted leg up under the other on the chair facing the TV that hid her from the door, carefully pushing aside all her now black hair so that she wasn't sitting on any of it. In the middle of the next commercial break she heard the doorbell ring, and looked at the clock over the TV. Nine minutes, good show, Felicia.

MJ hit the mute button first then stood and walked over to the door. She looked through the peep hole to make sure it was her friend, then said, "Close your eyes, Felicia, and don't open them until I tell you to."

Outside, Felicia grinned in expectation and shut her eyes tightly in exaggeration. "Okay, they're closed. Let me in now so I can see how you're so different, MJ."

After undoing the chain and turning open the door's lock, MJ pulled it in to open it wide. She watched as her snow white haired friend made her way blindly into the living room. MJ quickly closed and locked the door again behind her, then walked to stand where Felicia would have to turn to see her, far enough away so that she'd be visible from head to toe. "Now's the time, Felicia. Open your eyes!"

The casually dressed Black Cat heard the direction from which MJ's voice had come, and as her eyes took in light once again she was turning to her left. What she saw was an incredibly long black haired goddess in a brilliant red, white and blue costume with lots of gold and some silver trim, standing proudly and boldly with her legs spread and her hands spread on her hips. "Mary Jane?!"

"Not Mary Jane, Wonder Woman!" she replied. "Isn't this new costume I found something else, Felicia? I couldn't believe how perfectly the boots in that shoe store you told me about matched what the costume called for."

Felicia looked her up and down, then stepped to the side to see 'Wonder Woman' from a different angle. Wow, those boots were really something, and with such fantastic looking ultra high stiletto heels! "That is a killer costume, MJ...err, Wonder Woman. I'm wondering, if you needed to find boots for it, what did the costume come with for boots or whatever?"

MJ relaxed her pose and looked down at her red and white booted feet. "It came with a pair of boot tops that were meant to go over some red shoes, Felicia. I knew they wouldn't look that good, especially since the shoes wouldn't have matching white stripes. Since I got such great looking boots for the costume, I tossed what came with the costume."

"I won't ask how much you had to pay for those boots," Felicia said while shaking her head. "I know they always have good prices on the boots I get there, so I'm sure you got a good deal."

"I got a lot more than you can imagine, Felicia. The next time you visit Heels R Us, watch for a big picture displaying what six different heel heights from almost flat to...well, you'll see," MJ told her. "I got drafted into doing a second modeling job after this morning's one that didn't take long at all, and really paid well! Not in money, but in merchandise."

"You bitch!" Felicia exclaimed. "You got away with goodies from the store just by showing off your legs and feet?"

"Yep! And just wait until you see how good my legs ended up looking in some of those shoes."

"You'd better show me sooner or later whatever else you got there besides these perfect boots, MJ."

"Don't worry, Felicia, you'll see the other stuff soon enough."

While MJ was saying that, Felicia was digging into her purse. Her hand came out holding a small camera. "I just knew I'd want to have this with me, so I grabbed it before getting out of my house, MJ. I've just got to take some pictures of you in this awesome costume!"

MJ wondered about the chance of her townhouse's interior showing up in any pics her friend would take with her fisted right hand at her chin. Then she decided to throw caution to the wind. Her living room was too generic in appearance with no telltale photos on the walls, so she said, "Go right ahead, Felicia. Just don't intercept Peter on his way home and show him any of the images you're going to have stored in that thing's memory." She went back into that haughty power pose that made her look like the Amazon she was.

"No way, girl!" Felicia replied as she started to take head to toe pics from all sides, then close ups and portraits. While shooting her friend's face in extreme close up, she said, "I don't see any sign of makeup on your face, yet somehow you look a bit different from usual, MJ. I guess it's just the way the costume complements your already impressive body and face. That black wig looks almost real!"

"I noticed that myself in the mirror upstairs, Felicia. I can't decide if it's just the way this golden belt pushes them up, or if my breasts are somehow larger now, too."

This caught Felicia by surprise, and she lowered the camera to her side while giving that golden plated chest another, closer look. "Granted, I don't see you in the buff very often, MJ, but I have seen you in enough bikinis and tube tops. I think you're right. Either that belt is doing one hell of a job in pushing your breasts up, or you've got more flesh on your chest than usual. Now you have me wondering even more. Just exactly where did you find this costume?"

"It was only a few blocks down Elliott from the studio, Felicia. It's in a small strip of shops, and it's called 'The New You'. This was the only one of its kind I saw on the rack, and even weirder, the girl at the register who was costumed like a green elf told me she was the one who did the inventory and she hadn't noticed it before I handed it to her at the register."

Felicia's eyes were now wide in wonder. "That sounds like a shop I need to visit, too! I wonder if there are any other fantastic costumes they might have?"

"Hard to say," MJ as Wonder Woman replied. "I intend to make another visit, too. They seem to have some great costumes on hand." Then she turned and looked up at the clock. "Peter should be getting home soon, Felicia. You'd better get going just in case he gets out of the Bugle earlier or if traffic is lighter than usual."

"I'll be on the way in a moment. Let's check what I got on my camera before I go." She held up the back side of the camera to expose the small viewing window. As a head framed in glorious black hair joined hers, Felicia turned on the image monitor. Both girls saw a series of near portrait studio quality pics of Wonder Woman, and MJ was relieved to see that the walls and other items in the backgrounds were dark enough to be of no consequence. "Looks like I got some great looking pics! I'll wait a few days before making any prints of these."

"Thanks, Felicia," came from the lips of the apparent Amazon. "You did get some great looking pics of me! Now get moving, girlfriend!"

Felicia noticed the way MJ was fingering the golden rope hanging from her belt over her right hip, and said, "I'm outta here! No need to whip me to get me moving!"

Puzzled, MJ finally noticed what her right hand was doing, and let go of the golden lasso. Then she went to the door to open it up for her friend. "Good bye, Felicia, and thanks for coming over so quickly even if it had to be a short visit."

"See ya, MJ," Felicia mentioned while going out the door. "I'm sure Peter is going to just love this costume when he sees you in it."

MJ watched the white haired beauty get back into her car, then closed and secured the door again, leaving the chain unhooked as usual when one or the other of them was expected to come home. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her husband to show up. She hoped there weren't going to be any calls for his alter ego, either on the way home or in the first couple of hours back at the house. Spider-Man had gone into action straight from love making a number of times in the past, so if he got called out tonight, she hoped it would only be after their fun and games in the bedroom.

She marched into the kitchen to preheat the oven. MJ was planning on making a really quick dinner for them, and a frozen pepperoni pizza seemed like just the thing. Then it was back out to the living room to turn the volume back on and catch the ongoing news until her husband arrived. As coverage of one disaster after another showed up on the news, MJ idly wondered what the super powered Amazon called Wonder Woman could do to help out.

Her attention was distracted when the sound of the door being unlocked caught MJ's ears. She looked up at the clock, and saw that it was already twenty past five. Then she heard the door open and close, followed by a, "MJ? I'm home, sorry I'm late, there was an accident on the parkway that really slowed things down." Peter paused, looking around as he noticed the TV on but no sign of his wife. "Mary Jane?"

MJ grinned wickedly from her hiding spot, then side, "Right here, honey."

Puzzled, Peter Parker walked into the living room until he could see into the chair facing the TV set. One look, and his jaw dropped. "Who are you?! What have you done to MJ?"

MJ stood to pose in all her glory just as she had earlier for Felicia and said, "Your MJ no longer exists! I am Wonder Woman!" Then she went out of character and giggled when she saw her husband's reaction. "No, seriously, don't you still recognize my voice, darling? I know this new costume I found makes me look totally different, but you should recognize at least my face and voice."

"Your voice is at least close to usual, honey, but I have to tell you, your face is almost unrecognizable. It must be that black wig and the golden tiara on your forehead. And your chest! I could swear your breasts look even more bigger than usual!"

"I was wondering about that myself, Peter. I thought it was just the way this golden belt both pulled in my waist and pushed up my chest. And you say I really look different? Let me take a look in the mirror when I go into the kitchen to pop that pizza into the oven. We'd better not get any calls for Spider-Man right away. After a quick dinner of pizza and Coke, I want Spider-Man to make love to Wonder Woman!"

Her husband grinned with the expectation, and said, "In that case, while that pizza is cooking, I'll go change into my costume and you can eat with Spider-Man. Then it will be time for some super hero action in the bedroom!"

As MJ opened up the large pizza box and undid the plastic covering it, she heard Peter going upstairs to change. Moments later he came back down wearing exactly the same costume she'd worn a couple hours before, unaware of its use. He was carrying the mask and cowl in his left hand. After he set the mask on the table top, Spider-Man walked up to Wonder Woman and gave her a super powered hug. Not only did those golden enclosed tits seem fuller and much larger, but was it possible that MJ was hugging him back with as much or even more super power? Nah, couldn't be. 'Must be my imagination.'

It turned out to be quite a sight with an unmasked Spider-Man seated at the table with Wonder Woman eating the pizza and guzzling (no mere sipping by either of them!) Coke. The hero was thrilled with the way his disguised wife did something she'd never before done at the table, playing footsie with her high heeled boots toying with his own spider booted feet. It made the talk of sexual fun and games between bites of pizza even more thrilling. As soon as the pizza was finished and the plates and glasses in the sink, Spider-Man picked up Wonder Woman and cradled her glorious form in his arms. He practically ran up the stairs in anticipation of the things to come.

Back on her soles and heels again, Wonder Woman said, "Before we get nude and go flesh to flesh, honey, let's make love as hero and heroine. I know I'm normally just interested in making love to other women since Paradise Island has no males, but I want to enjoy having Spider-Man make love to me." 'Huh?!' she wondered. 'Where did that come from?'

Her husband was grinning broadly, thinking about the play acting his costumed wife was doing. "I'll show you just how much more exciting love making can be between you and me, along with the tenderness I give which may be outclassed by your female lovers."

Waiting no longer, Wonder Woman reversed what had taken place in the kitchen and picked up Spider-Man to cradle him in her arms. He didn't have time to wonder about this as she almost threw him onto the bed and then straddled him with her knees at his sides. She pulled golden wings down to expose monstrous globes of flesh, then aimed her left nipple at his lips. "Time for you to show me what as man can do, Spider-Man!"

Peter Parker couldn't have been any happier with the way his wife was making this love making so different from usual. It thrilled him to suck on and gently bite the huge nipples on her tits. How was it that MJ now had so much more expansive tits and nipples? He spent a lot more time than usual with these humongous mounds of flesh, but before he could do as planned and pull down those star spangled shorts to start enticing her pussy, the hero was shocked to find his wrists being tied to the bedposts with a golden rope.

Things seemed to be a blank in Peter's mind when later he found himself nude atop a similarly nude Wonder Woman. With just her tiara and wig left from the costume, it finally became more evident that he had MJ in bed with him. "That's it, honey, you've already made me cum four times, ram that thing into me to make it five, with the only way other than a dildo my female friends could do it!"

'Huh?!' Peter wondered while plunging his engorged penis deep into his wife's pussy. 'I made her cum four times already? How, and when?' He stopped wondering and put all his attention into giving his wife the benefit of a male partner. A super powered and very sexually talented male partner!

The rest of the night was spent in their bed making more and more love in previously unheard of ways. No calls came for Peter's alter ego, and it was a good thing because for the first time that he could recall, he was seriously thinking of ignoring a call for Spider-Man.

All was well therefore for the rest of the night in the Parker household. It was lots of fun for him to make love to MJ as a heroine called Wonder Woman. He looked forward to seeing her dress that way again for even more fun and games. What harm could come from her playing that role?

Well, for one thing, there may have been no actual calls for Spider-Man that night or for many more to come, but he had no way of knowing why he got no stimulations from his spider sense to alert him to danger. Nor did he have any idea why the idea of making a set of web shooters for MJ to wear seemed like such a good idea. Nor for that matter why it seemed so perfect for Spider-Girl to swing beside him on patrol, wearing those impossibly high heeled boots.

That golden rope which wrapped his arms to the bed posts was just a golden colored rope, right?

The end, for now.

I do have a much longer story in mind with a slightly altered bit where this one ends.

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